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Title: Mature Woman Has Her Way Ch. 03
Tags: concrete floor, inhaled deeply, continued stroke, moving hand, sucked mouth, hand job, hand, pubic hair, leaned forward
Time always seems to drag slower in proportion to how excited and anxious you are and right now as I sat amongst the shelving and old cardboard boxes time couldn’t have passed slower if it had stopped. My mind raced with thoughts and ideas of what she had meant by my “Treat”.
Maybe I was going to get to eat that juicy cunt of hers - again. I was drooling at just the thought of it. If someone had told me last week that I would be sitting where I was, waiting to service an old woman’s pussy, I would have laughed in their face. Strange how life can turn out isn’t it.
My thoughts were broken when the door swung open. I sat quietly on the old metal framed chair just staring at her because I was unsure what to say, or indeed if I should say anything at all. She smiled at me, bent down to look me straight in the eyes and placed a long fingernail underneath my chin. She pressed it so hard into my skin that it forced my head backwards then she spoke. “You may think that you are cock of the walk but if I ever see you sitting in my chair again, I will make you suffer.” Her tone was soft and calming but the sharp nail threatening to cut my skin open gave her words a whole new meaning.
I went to stand up so I could get off the chair but she quickly pushed me back down again. Placing a leg either side of my hips she told me to find another way off. The only way I could see was to slide out from underneath her, so I took that route. My heart was pounding as my face neared her tightly black covered mound; I inhaled deeply through my nose as I searched for the scent of her sex. My prick twitched to life and began to rapidly stiffen as her musk invaded my senses. I was hoping and praying she would stop me moving, which would give me the excuse to prolong the pleasure of inhaling her scent, but instead she just laughed and told me to get a move on.
Once I was free, I turned around to face her. She still had her back to me and my knees hurt on the hard concrete floor but the view of her round ass cheeks made the discomfort acceptable, in fact I think my submissive posture added to the erotic pleasure I was feeling. My silver haired boss moved to one of the shelves and produced a pair of thin bladed scissors from one of the myriad of boxes. I watched with some fear as she took her place on the chair and toyed with the blade. Slowly, she parted her strong thighs before holding the scissors out to me.
“You will use these to cut open my pants. You will not cut anything else and you will definitely NOT cut me. If you make one mistake you will leave this store because your services will no longer be required. Do you understand?”
My mouth and throat were far too dry to enable me to talk properly and all I could do was nod my head like a fool. I gingerly took the blades from her and attempted to make the first cut. I was so nervous that beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and running down my face.
The material of her Jodhpur pants was tougher than I first thought and it took a bit more persuasion for the blades to have an effect. Gradually a penny-sized hole appeared along the crotch seam, so I snipped a bit more. Pleased with myself I carried on cutting and within seconds the crotch of her panties were on full display to my gaze.
“Enough.” She barked at me.
Apart from what seemed to me the thunderous rhythmic sound of my heartbeat up until that point, the room had been totally silent and I jumped with shock at her sudden command. My prick was threatening to burst out of my pants as I quickly looked up into her eyes before turning my attention to her black lacy panties.
Yesterday because of the darkness under her skirt, I didn’t get to see much of her pussy, but today I could just about make out her pubic hair and the top of her slit. The combined smell of her heat, sweat and perfume tormented my senses until I was on the verge of lust-crazed insanity. But I knew my place and held back from devouring her.
Looking up into her eyes once more I saw a sparkle in them that I knew meant she loved her position of authority, and right at this moment I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I watched with bated breath as she slid the palms of her hands over her glorious covered breasts, across her plump belly and onto her inner thighs. She used her thumbs to pinch either side of her sweet cunt so that her labia nipped at the gusset of her panties.
Gently massaging her pussy in this way, she lifted one of her feet and pressed the sole into my crotch.
“Oh fuck.”
I gasped as I continued to watch her fingers. She pressed harder onto my prick with her shoe whilst moving her hand in such a way that she now used two fingers of one hand to do the job that her thumbs had been doing. Then with her free hand she used one of her long red fingernails to graze along the creased material covering her slit.
I suddenly became aware that I was panting like a dog at the erotic show she was putting on for me.
“Are you hungry little puppy?” she barely whispered the question. She had obviously noticed my panting as well.
“Yes… yes very hungry.” I stammered. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as I waited for her to speak.
“Good. In that case why don’t you feast on my pussy.” She grinned down at me.
I didn’t need a second invitation as I quickly leaned forward and clamped my mouth over her panties. I sucked and licked them with all the energy I could muster.
Drawing the soft cotton and her cunt lips into my greedy mouth, trying to suck her juices through the thin material. I was soon rewarded for my efforts when my taste buds sparked like an electric shock as the familiar tang of her juices seeped over my tongue. I whimpered with pleasure as I sucked and sucked more of her into my mouth.
“Oh God… you… you are hungry… aren’t you.” She panted huskily as her hips rocked up and down against my face.
I wanted her naked cunt. I desperately needed to feel her soft wet pussy lips on my tongue. I wanted to rub my face all over her sex so I would be covered in her juices. I picked up the discarded scissors and deftly snipped at the gusset of her soaking wet panties. The elastic snapped them out of view and there it was – my prize. For a few long seconds I stared at her full bush of graying tangled pubic hair.
The very unkempt nature of it excited me even more. In the past I had preferred my girls to have it neatly trimmed but this had more of an effect on me than I could have ever known.
Her fat pink labia shining with her slick juices begged to be eaten and once more I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Her womanly aroma was even stronger now that she was uncovered.
Using my tongue I stroked it up her cleft. I repeated it again and again and each time my tongue buried itself a little deeper into her sopping pussy. Suddenly I felt tremendous pain as my boss grabbed my hair and half dragged me to the floor.
“You little bastard how dare you tease me!!” She screamed at me.
I was dazed and confused and it took a second or two before I managed to get my bearings. I had ended up on my back on the concrete floor and had just enough time to see her big hairy cunt descending towards me. Her hot wetness threatened to suffocate me as she sat on my face with all her weight. She no longer cared about my comfort as she roughly rode my face. I knew I had deserved it somehow, but for the life of me I couldn’t work it out.
Her weight forced my mouth open and her juices flowed freely like a river over my face and down my throat. I tried to drink as much as I could but it was proving impossible to drink and fight for air at the same time. The last thing I remember was her screaming and thrashing about on top of me before I blacked out.
I had no idea how long I had been unconscious for as I slowly opened my eyes. My surroundings had changed because now it looked like I was in a bedroom judging by the chintzy curtains covering the window opposite where I lay. My nose felt very sore and my jaw ached as I became more aware.
I turned my head and saw my boss standing a few feet away from me with her back to me. Apart from bra and panties she was undressed and searching through a draw in the chest against the wall. A little groan escaped my lips that caused her to spin around.
“Oh thank God you are alright.” She cried out as she rushed to my side. Sitting on the edge of the bed she stroked her fingers through my hair and gently spoke to me. “I’m so sorry sweetheart. I didn’t realise how much I was getting carried away. At first I thought I had killed you but then when I saw that you were still breathing I was so relieved.”
“Where am I?” I whispered.
“You are in my bedroom. It’s ok don’t move. You can stay here for the night so that I can keep an eye on you.” She soothed me. Moving onto the bed she carefully lifted my head and cradled me like a baby to her bosom.
Her voluptuous breasts were like big soft pillows and I couldn’t help but lick my tongue up the side of one.
“Of course… of course… hold on sweetheart.” She quickly said. Hefting one of her large tits out of the hammock like cup of her bra she pulled my head and my mouth to her big fat brown nipple. “Suckle on my breast and that will help you relax more.”
That hadn’t been my intention but parting my lips I sucked it deep into my mouth as she continued to stroke my hair. It felt strange at first to be cuddled like a baby, but I was a horny eighteen-year-old guy and my hormones were beginning to take control.
The familiar stirrings began in my crotch once again. The more I sucked on her nipple the more my cock began to waken and stretch. Because of the way I was laying on the bed my quickly expanding prick became trapped and painful so I turned round more onto my side to release the pressure. This caused my dick to spring free and slap against my boss’s leg.
She giggled and muttered something about me been a naughty young man. Still keeping my mouth pressed to her breast with one hand she rested the other on my hip. Not a word was spoken as she slid her hand down and curled her fingers around my throbbing shaft. With a slow feather light touch, she began to stroke up and down my strong member. Somewhere in the room the soft ticking of a clock could be heard but apart from that the room was silent.
It seemed like I had lain there forever as her hand continued to stroke my manhood. Now and again she would alternate from my shaft to my balls, gently caressing and squeezing them. I had been given hand jobs before many times, but this wasn’t just a hand job because she was making love to my manhood with her hand. I looked up at her and saw her smiling back down at me.
“Is that nice?” she softly asked.
Smiling around her fat nipple I nodded my response and closed my eyes. I felt like I was in a dream state in her tender caress. My prick was leaking profusely from the tip and I knew I wouldn’t be far off cumming.
She must have also known this because she began to speed up her motions. She smeared my pre-cum all over the bulging tip of my dick with her finger that sent shivers up and down my spine. I was grunting with lust now and thrust my hips out to meet her hand, any second now I was going to burst as I felt my balls beginning to tighten. Moving her hand further down my shaft and over my cum filled balls she slipped her spunk-coated finger between the cheeks of my ass and pushed it home.
Never in my life had I ever experienced anything like that and I couldn’t help but bite down hard on her nipple as my dick erupted with such force that the first three jets splattered all over her shoulder and tits.
She unrelenting worked her finger in and out of my asshole as my white-hot cream continued to boil from my balls. The spunk on the tit I was sucking at trickled down to my lips but I didn’t care as I also sucked that into my mouth as well because if had I let go of her nipple I would have screamed out so passionately and loudly that someone might have called the police.
Eventually my body ceased its convulsions and I slumped exhausted like a rag doll onto my boss. Our bodies were covered with my sticky cream but I still refused to let the nipple go and with her finger remaining imbedded deep inside me I drifted off to sleep.
To be continued…
*I would like to thank the good people who have left me comments on my previous stories. I have taken note of all comments placed on my previous posts and I will incorporate those subjects into future submissions. Because of the lag in time from posting to actually been posted on the site I had already written parts one to three before I had chance to react sooner to your requests. Your words of support have been a great help to me and I hope that you continue to read my works. As always all comments will be most welcome.* | literotica |
Title: Bad Porn: Chapter Six by Geoffbunny
Tags: Bad Language, Bizarre, Kangaroo, Other/Herm, Paws, Plot Development, Rabbit, Tiger
*Hello, furs! It's been a while since I updated this story, but I'm back! I hope you enjoy this installment... And, as always, if you haven't read the rest of the series, this isn't going to make ANY SENSE AT ALL TO YOU! So please, go back and read. It's not that bad, I swear. :P*
"...Hello?"
Silence greeted him. "Hey, Mic. Mic?"
Silas stepped into the living area of Micas's apartment, looking down to find himself shirtless, dressed in some loose-fitting pajama pants... They obviously belonged to his rabbit friend. He looked towards the couch to see sheets and blankets covering it, a messed up makeshift bed.
He rubbed over the pillow, and looked over his shoulder to the bedroom.
"It wasn't real..." He stared off for an unknown amount of time towards the bedroom, unsure of what he was feeling. At first, gladness.
*But it felt...* Silas then gazed at his surroundings carefully. "Hello?" The kangaroo bit his lip, brows furrowing, and padding toward the kitchen. "It felt like that because it wasn't real."
"Hm?" Upon entering the kitchen, he noticed a yellow piece of paper laying on the counter. Stepping cautiously closer to it, he leaned over and inspected the words written:
\_Silas. You need to know.
They're gonna get you if you're not careful. I'm not going to lie to you. You are being set up for some sick fantasies of a few rich tech-heads. Explaining it in writing is a near impossibility. I left to make things right. Sorry for not saying. 350 E Green St. Apartment F. I took my gun, but my spare is under the sink, in a hidden cabinet on the right. I keep it loaded. Extra ammunition is in the box of Choco-Rings cereal in the cabinet under the microwave. If I figured them out like I think, then it should be 10:34 AM as of the end of you reading this note. That should give you plenty of time to prepare yourself.
This is real, Silas. You need to trust me. At 12:03, there will be four wolves at the door. They will knock three times. If you do not answer, they will kick down the door and enter. They will be armed. Shoot them. Once they are dead, I need you to come to the apartment here.\_
The note seemed to end abruptly. Silas didn't notice. His knees shook as he looked at the clock.
10:34.
The yellow paper held tight in his paw, Silas stepped away, and leaned against the wall. "What the fuck... This isn't... This can't be real. This is just another fucked up..." And then, he stopped his breath. Looking towards the digital clock on the kitchen microwave, he saw it flip from 10:33 to 10:34.
Staring at the clock, the kangaroo seemed to be frozen in place. He didn't know how long he was watching the clock. But he couldn't quite believe what he saw. The digital readout switched from 10:33 to 10:34.
A minute later, the LED clock changed from 10:33 to 10:34. Silas felt sick to his stomach, and slowly started to stand. Watching the clock carefully, he saw it go back to 10:33. Three seconds later, it was 10:34 again. "This is..." he shook his head in complete and utter disbelief. "No..." He looked over the note again, then back up to the clock, just in time to see the time passage from 10:33 to 10:34.
Footpaws against tile floor made soft, unnoticed sounds. He knelt and opened the cabinet, peering into the darkened storage and spotting the outline of a square. Reaching for it, he found that it shook when his paw brushed against it. He pushed more firmly this time, and it swung open, Silas's paw almost immediately touching and gripping around the gun, pulling it out. Standing up, he stared down at the weapon, wondering how it fit so neatly into his paw... He looked up from the gun to the clock.
10:49. Fifteen minutes later. Silas gulped, and backed away from the clock, turning towards the cabinet above the microwave and reaching up to open it, pulling out the box of cereal and opening it, dumping it out. Six magazines for the nine millimeter pistol the kangaroo held in his paw.
10:50. Silas filled his pockets with all the magazines he could, and took a step back, breathing deeply. "Okay, Silas... Straighten shit out..." He stared around the room, and saw that the TV was on. He walked toward it, and saw the screen portraying a scientist, shaking a bottle of pills around and yelling.
"It's the cure! It's the cure! Take two and call me in the morning! It's the cure! It's the cure! Take two and call me in the morning!"
10:51. Silas shook his head, and backed away, heading for the bedroom again. He'd at least get some decent clothes on.
10:52. The kangaroo opened the closet, and started to rummage through Micas's shirts, eyes peeled for something he liked.
10:53. He found it. A navy button-down dress shirt that was his size, and a white tee to wear under it, as well as a pair of black pants. They looked like they'd be a little baggy, but they'd do for his situation.
10:57. The shirts fit great, but the pants were a little loose around the waist. He went back to the closet to retrieve a belt. Bad Porn.
10:58. Silas's ears pinned back to his head. Stacks of VHS tapes. All titled "Bad Porn." He knelt down, and grabbed the one on top, looking it over carefully. The sticker label was in red permanent marker.
10:59. In pencil, very faintly, was written:
11:00. Silas Craig + Micas Warner.
Silas felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. All the energy left his body, and he couldn't breathe. Reading the names over and over again, silently, screaming them in his head. "Micas..." He rubbed a finger over the name, and looked on the far end of the bedroom. There was a TV, and a VCR. Cautiously, and with shaky paws, he raised himself upright, and walked towards them both. With dry mouth and brief hesitation, he slipped the tape into the VCR, and turned on the TV.
"Micas... Oh, god..." Silas writhed on the bed, gripping at the sheets and arching his back upwards as he felt that agile lapine tongue lap across his tight, clenching pucker again and again. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, the warm, wet muscle wriggling across that untouched spot beneath his tail. "M-Micas... I want you to... I want you to..."
"*Fuck. Me.*" Silas sat there, wide-eyed and sweating, his thumb on the stop button. The TV was blank, yet he stared anyway. "What the hell?"
11:12. Silas Craig + Jillian Craig.
"Oh, Jillian..." Sweat matted down the lovers' fur. Silas squeezed at his wife's breasts, his proud member disappearing and reappearing into and from her wonderful folds, the moistened, dripping lips caressing over his kangaroo cock, making it throb throughout his entire body a radiation of the most carnal of pleasures. As they mated together, Silas's paws slid down his wife's arms, rubbing her body over before they joined their paws in a passionate embrace, his mouth locking with hers as they kissed feverishly.
11:20. Jillian Craig + Ashley Redmond.
"AGH!" Silas cried out in pain as he was forced open by the huge, throbbing tigercock, his vaginal walls burning with pain, but his belly aflame with lust as he squeezed down on Ashley's large endowment, feeling her stiffness work its way in and out of his spasming pussy.
11:26. Silas slammed the stop button, and shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. Tears flowed down either cheek, a confusion welling up in his gut and making him nauseous.
11:27. He made it halfway to the bathroom before he collapsed, his vision going white momentarily, a deep pain jarring him inside. "What is... wrong with me?!" He growled to no one.
11:35. Silas wretched, his arms hugging the porcelain bowl tight, as if it were his only comfort.
11:40. The tile felt cool on his back through the borrowed clothing. He still needed that belt. Tears stained his face.
11:41. Silas fastened the needle on the belt through the proper hole, and let his shirts drop down over it once again. He looked down at himself, and sniffed his nose, biting on his lip, whimpering through his teeth.
11:42. "What is this... What is it?!"
11:43. "I can't... this isn't right. This doesn't make any sense!"
11:44. "I want out! I want out of this fucked up nightmare!" He howled, staring at the ceiling.
11:45. "*DO YOU HEAR ME?!*"
11:46. "Kill me... Whatever the fuck you have to do to wake me up!"
11:47. "Just *KILL ME!*"
11:48. But that would be amoral.
11:49. Illegal.
11:50. We can't do that just yet.
11:51. We need approval.
11:52. "Who... who's there?"
11:53. "Who was that? Where are you?!"
11:54. Try to stay calm.
11:55. "Fuck *that!* Now I'm hearing voices?!"
11:56. You need to focus, Silas.
"Nngh... Oh, f...fuck..." The kangaroo fell backwards, his knees giving out. 11:57.
11:58. "G...god... Let me go!" He was caught by four paws. All of which started to rub and caress him over. "D-don't... Stop that!"
11:59. "Oh... shit... Uh-uuhhnn..." The fingers and palms pawed and gripped at his body lustfully, finding his nipples and pinching them, while two others dove down his pants... One started to stroke and firmly grasp his sheath, playing with his sac and the orbs within. The other slid along the crevice of his rump, toying along until it came to his entrance, pressing at it gently and repeatedly.
"St... Stop..." But it was futile. Four more paws materialized and attacked him, grabbing his arms and holding them still, then doing the same with his legs... The force behind the paws were strong, and he found himself completely unable to break free, his body squirming left and right.
He gulped down hard, feeling himself get aroused, his kangaroo maleness already rock hard under the sudden... Almost perfect attentions of the hands rubbing, scratching, stroking...
"U-uhh," he groaned quietly, as one paw slowly gripped and stroked along the pink flesh, another paw materializing and undoing the kangaroo's pants, sliding them down little by little to his ankles, then returning to Silas's crotch, gripping at his balls and giving them a gentle tug and squeeze, complementing the efforts of the phantom hand palming the kangaroo's shaft.
Above those paws were others. Silas was lifted higher in the air, four feet off the ground now as he was held captive by the disembodied hands. He choked on a moan, tugging and trying to break free, but unable to do so, the paws on his nipples giving them another pinch and flicking a single finger over them, again and again, shockwaves and tinges of pleasure mixing with the ones wrought elsewhere.
Silas still felt that single finger pressing against his ass, and he resisted, but the pressure kept getting harder and harder... He opened his mouth to shout, but another paw shot forward and filled it with two fingers, muffling the sound with its fist. The fingers began to rub in and out against his tongue and roof of his mouth. The finger on his ass pressed in again, and broke the surface, spreading open his walls as it pushed its long, dextrous fingers in.
"Mmnnn!" Silas called out, now breathing more heavily than before, his fur matted down once again. He felt that fiery, building pressure in his loins, and struggled less and less. Fingers pawed, pinched, stroked, tugged, pushed, pulled, squeezed, caressed, touched, and Silas couldn't take it anymore. He felt his orgasm hit, and he shot all over himself, groaning into the fingers in his mouth, which stopped their movements within, along with all the other paws, except for the one milking his cock.
12:00. "Mm... Mmnh... No... Let *GO!*" Silas tried to sit up, and gasped for air, his brow covered in sweat. The paws disappeared, and he dropped, hitting his head against the corner post of the bed.
12:01. He looked at the bedroom clock just in time to see it change. He glanced over himself, going to pull his pants back up, only to find out that they already had been. Pant, huff, pant. Silas fought to control his breathing.
12:02. His mouth was dry again, as he stared. Reaching back, he grabbed for Micas's gun, making sure he had a good grip, finger on the trigger.
12:03. | FSE |
Title: Frat House Slut Ch. 01
Tags: college, double penetration, exhibitionism, fraternity, gangbang, shared girlfriends, threesome, voyeurism
Julie was one of the most popular girls in her high school. She was a cheerleader for four years and was elected captain in her senior year. She was on the Honor Roll, on the prom committee, school newspaper and vice president of her senior class. She dated Dan, the quarterback of the football team, and was elected Homecoming Queen. Not only was Julie popular but she was also beautiful, standing at 5'8", slender frame, 34b breasts with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
She was the envy of a lot of her female classmates and knew many of the boys desired her. Julie would flaunt her beauty at times, especially when she was in her cheerleader uniform. On the Fridays before games, all of the cheerleaders would wear their uniforms to school and she knew many of the young boys would follow her with their eyes as she walked down the hallways of school.
However, things changed once Julie went to a large mid-west university. Once the most popular girl in school, Julie was now just a one of 30,000 other students and no longer the brightest and prettiest girl around. She got lost in the crowd. She just assumed that she would be an automatic addition to the cheerleading squad but was devastated when she was one of the first girls cut. Used to getting straight A's, Julie was being challenged by college courses and was now getting B's and C's which further traumatized her. Her college roommate, Jen, liked to party on the weekends and often invited her to parties or offered to help her get her a fake ID to get into some of the bars close to campus but Julie was determined to study hard to improve her grades but no matter how many hours she spent at the library, she was still an average student.
She became slightly depressed and her self-esteem plummeted, especially after having to deal with the gain of almost forty pounds, the legendary "Freshman 40." After never having to worry about having a date on the weekend, Julie had only been on two dates since the beginning of her freshman year and none in the last month. She often thought of her high school boyfriend who broke up with her at the end of the summer their senior year. She missed him and wished things could go back to her glory days in high school but that wasn't possible.
Things continued like this into the spring semester and Julie's confidence remained low, still struggling with her grades, social life and battling her weight gain. She didn't have sex with the few guys she did date, but gave them hand jobs, more out of boredom than really liking them. She didn't believe in having sex unless she deeply cared about her partner. The dates she had weren't the most attractive guys on campus but they, at least, showed an interest in her. When she had completed her first year, she wasn't even sure she wanted to go back to the large university in the fall. She thought about transferring to a small local college. Her parents and friends convinced her to give it one more try in the fall, after all, she was attending the university she dreamed about since junior high.
She even tried to rekindle the romance she had with Dan throughout most of high school but he had moved on to other girls and showed no interest in Julie anymore. Julie was determined to turn things around before going back to school. She began to work out regularly and lost some of the weight she had gained. She still thought her butt was too big and her thighs were a little thicker than she wanted but she felt much better about herself. She went on a few dates with some of her former classmates that were also home for the summer and she was gaining a little more confidence but she still never had sex with anyone other than Dan. As the summer was coming to an end, she felt a little anxiety about returning to school. What would happen if her grades didn't improve or if she had no social life again?
When she moved back into the dorms for the fall semester, she was determined to have a better year than last year. On the evening that she first moved back, Jen told her about a frat party she was going to and invited her along. Julie heard horrible stories about the drugs, alcohol and sex at these parties and it didn't appeal to her and was reluctant to go.
Jen had tried all of last year to get her to loosen up and said something that resonated with Julie. "Come on, Jules, you're in college. You can't be a boring good girl your whole life. You need to learn to live a little. Have some fun for once in your life. Besides, you can always leave if you don't like the party."
Jen was right, she thought. Julie had decided to have a more active social life and if she didn't like the party she would leave. It was time for her to break out of her shell.
Julie changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt and Jen shook her head showing her displeasure. "Jules, if you're going to attract guys, you are going to have to show off some of your assets. Let me pick out something for you."
Jen went through some of her roommates clothing telling her, "We're going to have to go shopping."
She then picked out a pair of black leggings and a quarter zip, long sleeve top, along with a thong and matching bra. Julie expressed some concerns with the leggings because she didn't like the size of her butt. Jen told her that guys like butts like hers and to "trust her." She also made sure Julie had the zipper pulled down all the way to show off some cleavage.
When they got to the off campus frat house, the party was in full swing. They were greeted by the smell of people smoking weed and a young guy getting sick in the side yard. Julie was getting nervous even before going in. They were each handed a plastic cup of freshly poured beer as soon as they walked in the door. There was music blaring and people milling about in what looked like a large older home that was converted to a frat house. People were dancing in one of the large rooms and guys were eyeing each girl that entered the party.
Julie was scared. She had never been to such a wild party before. She only drank wine on special occasions at family gatherings with her parents' permission seeing she wouldn't be twenty-one for another year and a half. Jen could tell her friend was a little nervous so after they drank their first beer she suggested they dance a little to get Julie to relax.
While out on the dance floor, a good looking member of the fraternity made his way over to dance with the two young ladies and he seemed to take a liking to Julie. Jen noticed this right away and conveniently disappeared before the song ended leaving her roommate with the frat guy, forcing her to talk to him. He introduced himself as Jeff, who was the informal leader of the sophomores in the frat. He and Julie went off to get refills on their beer and talk. Her new found friend invited her onto the dance floor again. Julie was feeling the effects of the alcohol and was enjoying the attention of the handsome frat guy. They danced for several songs, breaking only to get more beer.
When the DJ played a slow song, they watched as couples paired off to slowly sway to the music. Julie silently hoped Jeff want her to dance with him. He took her by the hand and she followed him into the middle of the dance floor, then placed her arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled her in close to him with his hands on her waist. Jeff looked deep in to Julie's eyes and told her how beautiful she was and how he'd never met anyone like her before.
She didn't realize that Jeff used this line at every frat party, sometimes on several different girls in one night. Julie was entranced by her cute friend and was vulnerable to his charms given her lack of self-confidence. He could sense that his dance partner was falling for him and leaned in to kiss her and she instinctively responded, returning the kiss. Their lips remained pressed against each other until Jeff began to lightly kiss and nibble on her neck, a move that sent a wave of excitement through her body.
Sensing her excitement, Jeff's hands found their way down onto Julies round ass, pulling her closer to him as they danced. She brought them back up to her waist in mild protest of his wandering hands but moments later his hands were back on her butt. She didn't object this time as their mid-sections started to grind against each other. Julie could feel his growing excitement and found herself getting sexually aroused also.
The DJ went from one slow song right into another and Julie and Jeff never broke their embrace. His hands began to wander even more now as he brought one hand up to fondle a breast. Feeling the effects of the alcohol she wasn't used to consuming and the attentions of a cute, young frat boy, Julie didn't object to his hands now roaming freely over her body. She was a little concerned what others might think but as she looked around the room, other couples were in various stages of similar gyrations.
As the song ended, Jeff leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Would you like to go to my room?"
Julie's heart beat faster. She was sexually excited but she morally objected to sleeping with someone she had just met and it wasn't even a date. She wasn't that kind of girl. She had only one previous sexual partner and it was someone she loved. Although her and Dan made love hundreds of times over the years, they were in a serious relationship. She was now tempted to do something she felt was wrong.
Jeff was trying to convince his dance partner to join him upstairs, hoping for another conquest that he could tell the guys about later. Julie spotted Jen and excused herself to go talk to her. She needed some advice.
When Julie told Jen her dilemma, Jen told her, "What's the decision girl? You have a hot guy wanting to have sex with you. What are you saving it for? Go for it."
Julie was still hesitant, "Gee, I don't know."
Just then Jen spotted another girl going over to talk to Jeff. "Well Jules, you better make up your mind quickly because you've got competition." She nodded towards Jeff and the other girl.
Armed with Jen's prodding and the fact that she now had competition for Jeff's attention, Julie returned to Jeff over at the beer keg. She pushed herself between Jeff and the other girl and asked him to get her another beer. He handed her another cup. Inside he was proud of her bold move to ice out the competition.
She then gathered up all her courage and told him, "We can go up to your room if you want."
Jeff got a big smile on his face, took Julie's hand and led her through the crowd and up to his room through a maze of couples making out all over the house. She was nervous. What if he didn't like her naked body? She thought her 34b breasts were too small and she thought her butt was too big. It was too late to turn back now.
Once they got upstairs, Jeff led her to a small room down the hall with two beds. He apologized for the messy room, blaming it on his roommate but Julie didn't mind. She was too nervous to be bothered by it anyway. She only had one previous lover and she was about to double that number tonight.
After he closed the door, Jeff took Julie into his arms, looking directly into her eyes, placing one hand gently behind her neck, drawing her close for a soft kiss that became more passionate as the precious moments passed. Julie hadn't had sex in over a year and her hormones were flowing now that she had a cute guy paying attention to her. Jeff was a typically horny teenage boy driven by his out of control testosterone and the peer pressure of being in a frat where his fellow members routinely bragged about their conquests the night before.
Julie could feel Jeff's hard on pressing against her as they made out. He led her over to the bed where they laid down to continue their make out session as their bodies pressed against each other. He wasted no time sliding his hands up her shirt to feel her breasts through her bra, then pulling the shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Jeff quickly began to kiss her exposed cleavage driving Julie to become even hotter. Her hands were fondling his ass and stroking his erect member through his shorts. Both were breathing heavy now, consumed by their young passion.
Jeff quickly stripped off his clothing, then helped Julie with hers, at first, fumbling with the clasp of her bra until she reached behind to help him. Her breasts now exposed. He wasted no time fondling and sucking on her tits while reaching between her legs to rub her pussy through her leggings. He broke their embrace to slide them over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in only her thong. Julie lifted her butt off the bed to allow Jeff to pull it off.
Now naked and feeling vulnerable, Julie hoped Jeff liked what he saw. She was relieved to hear him tell her, "You look gorgeous. I fell for you the moment I laid my eyes upon you."
Julie was relieved that he liked her naked body and was falling for Jeff too. They began kissing again as they mutually played with each other's genitals. He was about the same size as her only previous lover, Dan, but was thicker. Jeff stopped kissing and fingering her, then went down between her legs to begin eating her pussy. It had been so long since she had sex and was so horny that night, that it didn't take long for her to cum which made her pussy even hotter than before.
Jeff now brought his dick up to Julie's face in expectation of her returning the favor and she didn't disappoint him. Even though she had only one previous lover, she and Dan had a lot of experience with each other and she showed that experience as she sucked Jeff's dick with him raving about her cocksucking ability which gave her more confidence.
She bobbed up and down on the shaft before her but was still not able to take it all down her throat. Jeff would hold her head at times and pump himself into her mouth, forcing her to take his dick deeper, making her gag at times. He would then back off a bit and then push deeper into her throat again until she gagged. Julie enjoyed cocksucking because she knew how much guys liked it and she wanted to please her new lover.
When Jeff withdrew from her mouth, Julie knew what he wanted next and laid down on his bed, opening her legs in a silent offering of herself to him. He stared at her naked body for a few moments which made Julie nervous. Her lack of confidence was showing up again at the worst time.
She thought, "What if he doesn't like what he sees? What if I'm not good enough for him?"
Her fears were quickly put to rest when he told her, "Damn you're gorgeous. I was undressing you with my eyes all night. Your body is even more beautiful than I imagined."
Julie's heart was now filled with desire. She wanted to give Jeff the best sex he's ever had. He thought she was beautiful, something she hadn't heard in a while. Jeff climbed between her legs and teased her with his erection, rubbing up and down her wet opening.
"What do you want me to do Julie?"
"You know what I want and you want it too?"
"I want to hear you say it," he told her as he continued to tease her.
"I want you to put your dick in me and fuck me Jeff. I want it bad."
He then slide himself into her as she softly moaned after not having been penetrated in over a year. She enjoyed a healthy sex life with Dan and missed having sex on a regular basis. But her drought was now over as Jeff was now humping on her. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed her hips upwards in order to meet his thrusts. At one point, he put her legs on his shoulders so he could drive into her harder, deeper and faster. Her pussy was on fire.
Jeff then had her get on all fours and played with her ample ass while taking her from behind. Her breasts flopped back and forth as he slammed into her, their skin slapping together. Julie was begging him to fuck her good and hard and while she had another orgasm. Shortly thereafter, Jeff filled her pussy with his sperm. Both of them were breathing hard trying to catch their breaths.
Julie told Jeff, "Oh that felt so good. I haven't had sex in a long time."
"Yeah babe, you were great. I could tell you were really into it and it made it better for me too."
Julie was happy she was able to please her lover. Jeff went to grab a couple of more drinks. She didn't know that while he was gone, he was also bragging about getting laid to some of his buddies. When he came back they started making out again which led to another wild love making session. He tried to talk Julie into having anal sex but she wasn't ready to try that. She had heard that it hurt a lot. After they both orgasmed during their second round of sex, they fell asleep together in Jeff's bed.
When she woke up the next morning, Julie had a little bit of a hangover. Her head was pounding but she had fond memories of getting laid twice the night before. She also noticed Jeff's roommate sleeping in the bed across the room. She was really embarrassed and wondered when he came to bed. She tried to quietly get up, while still naked, to find her clothing that was scattered about the room.
Jeff's roommate woke up while she was still naked and said, "Looks like you and Jeff had a good time last night."
Julie was horrified. She turned around to see Jeff's roommate staring at her naked body. She began to blush and tried to cover herself while at the same time picking up her clothes.
"I'm Dave by the way."
"Hi I'm Julie."
Dave watched as Julie got dressed and she quickly exited the room. She had to walk past several fraternity members on her way out of the house as each of them checked her out to see how lucky one of their members got last night. Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair and makeup were a mess and she was hungover. It was her first experience with the walk of shame. When she got back to her room, she accidentally woke Jen up who wasn't bothered at all but wanted to know every juicy detail of the night before.
Jen asked her, "Do you want to see him again or was this just a one night thing?
Julie replied, "We exchanged numbers so I hope to hear from him again. He is so cute and he seemed to like me."
The roommates got cleaned up and went out to get breakfast and told tales of what happened at the party. Jen thought she was going to hook up with a guy but it didn't work out and was a little envious of Julie having such a good time after having to be convinced to go to the party in the first place. She was also happy that Julie found someone that was interested in her. She was tired of hearing her roommate feel sorry for herself after living with her during their freshman year.
Julie then got a text from Jeff. "Hey, what happened to you? I woke up and you were gone."
She responded, "I was a little hungover and wanted to get back to my room."
Jeff replied, "I had fun last night. Do you want to hang out again tonight?"
"I had fun too. I'd love to hang out again."
"I'll come get you at your dorm around 6 and maybe we can go out for Chinese then hang out at the house. There's always something going on here."
"Sounds good Jeff. I'll see you then."
Julie was thrilled Jeff wanted to see her again. Deep inside she was worried Jeff just used her for one night and she'd never hear from him again. She was even more excited about seeing him again that night.
She used the rest of the day to catch up on her sleep and recover from her hangover. That evening she needed Jen's help picking out something to wear. She must have gone through at least ten outfits before Jen stepped in and made the decision for her. She picked out a deep V-neck t-shirt that showed off a little cleavage and was transparent enough that her lace bra could be seen through the cotton material. A short jean skirt completed the outfit. It was simple but showed off her assets. She spent a couple of hours getting her hair and makeup just right too.
Julie met Jeff at the door of the dorm and tried to hide her excitement of seeing him again. She gave him a brief hug and peck on the cheek to greet him. He looked even better in the sunlight and he told her again how gorgeous she looked. It was a little awkward for Julie to see Jeff again, after all, she didn't know him that well but they already had sex twice. It was a new feeling for her. Jeff had been through this routine many times before having had quite a few girls during his freshman year at the frat house. His confidence was apparent in the way he carried himself and was one of the things that made him attractive to Julie.
Over a Chinese dinner, they had a chance to get to know each other better seeing they weren't in a crowded party with music blaring that made having a conversation that much more difficult. The more they talked, the more Julie became attracted to the cute frat boy. He complimented her on her beautiful eyes and her beauty in general and how she wasn't like the other girls he had met. She was more down to earth and intelligent. Julie didn't realize he said this to a lot of the girls he went out with and she was eating it all up.
After dinner, they went back to the frat house where there were a few couples hanging out along with some of the single guys. Some were playing video games or using the pool table. There was beer in a keg leftover from the night before and they helped themselves while Jeff introduced her to the others. Then Jeff introduced her to his roommate Dave and Julie blushed.
Dave blurted out, "Oh, hi Julie. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
He thought the line was funny but Julie was turning even redder. Dave explained how he saw Julie leaving that morning. Frat guys were used to seeing their brother's conquests in various states of exposure so Jeff wasn't mad at all. It was part of being in a frat.
He did tell Jeff he thought Julie was too pretty for him which made the others in the room giggle but Julie felt complimented by the statement even though she knew it was partially in jest.
Jeff and Julie hung out talking with the other couples and shooting some pool. She did notice that some of the single guys would happen to be in front of her when she was taking a shot, trying to look down her shirt or those behind her trying to look up her skirt. It bothered her at first but after a couple of beers she started to have a little fun with it and let them look and even bent over a little more. She silently liked the attention she was getting from the other guys knowing they probably wished they were with her instead of Jeff.
One nerdy guy, Paul, seemed to take a liking to Julie as she caught him staring at her a few times but he seemed too shy to look her in the eye after being caught checking her out. He was embarrassed by the thought of her knowing he was looking. Julie found it cute and went out of her way to tease him more than the other guys with peeks up her skirt or down her blouse. She made sure to brush up against him a couple of times too. All the attention made her feel more attractive and even a little sexy. She hadn't felt like that since her high school days.
After socializing for a couple of hours, Jeff asked Julie if she wanted to go upstairs and she readily agreed. They had sex twice again that night and, they fell asleep in Jeff's bed afterwards. The next morning, Dave, once again, caught Julie getting out of bed completely nude. Julie knew he was pretending to be sleeping this time and deliberately took her time gathering her clothes, giving Jeff's roommate a good show of her nudity. She wondered if he would masturbate later while thinking about her. The thought of him doing that turned her on a little.
Over the next couple of weeks, Julie got together with Jeff quite often, sometimes between classes and several times a week. The guys at the frat house got used to her being around and she got used to the frat house crass humor. She felt accepted by a group of recognized people around campus, similar to what she felt in high school.
The guys at the frat house thought it was funny to "accidently" walk in on their frat brothers while they were having sex with a girl. The first time it happened to Julie and Jeff, she was mortified. A few guys, including Dave and Paul walked in on them while Julie had her legs spread wide with Jeff humping on her. It didn't seem to bother Jeff as he kept fucking her and Julie couldn't do anything seeing she was underneath her lover. The boys watched for a little while before Jeff finally kicked them out. Jeff explained that their rooms didn't have locks on them for safety reasons in case someone drank too much and one member overdosed one time.
They were making comments in jest and offering fake apologies when the couple went back downstairs. Julie told them, "I hope you enjoyed the show, especially when you are jerking off by yourself later tonight."
That brought a huge laugh out of the people in the house. It also showed that Julie could dish out a sarcastic remark and put people in their place. That made her even more accepted by the frat members.
During those next few weeks, the guys walked in on them a couple of times and Julie got less annoyed and even liked it a little bit, although she never told Jeff. She liked how guys looked at her after they got done being seen fucking. One time, she was sucking Jeff's dick when they came in and she didn't stop until he came in her mouth. They never left seeing she didn't stop sucking or object. She got turned on seeing the lumps in their pants afterwards, knowing they wished she was sucking their dicks. One time, Jeff got horny early in the morning and fucked Julie while Dave was "sleeping" in the next bed. She was pretty sure he was awake the whole time but no one ever admitted it.
The more comfortable she became around the house the more the guys seemed to brush up against her ass or give her butt a little squeeze sometimes. She would playfully push their hands away but never got upset with them, which they took as a sign that it was okay as long as it didn't go too far. For Jeff, it was frat boys being frat boys. He wasn't in a serious relationship with her anyway.
Guys also got to see Julie in various states of dress and undress. When she spent the night with Jeff, she would sometimes have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, putting on one of his t-shirts that barely covered her ass and tits or sometimes she didn't feel like wearing a bra and knew guys were looking at her nipples poking out through her shirt or looking down it but it didn't bother her anymore.
Jeff also got Julie to smoke a joint with him one night. The sex afterwards was even better when they were high and it became part of their routine. One time after getting high and drinking a few beers with the others in the house, Jeff told Julie that Paul had a little crush on her. She told him it was pretty obvious. He then informed her that they found out that Paul was still a virgin and the guys felt bad for him. The only reason he was in the frat was because his older brother was a past president and they agreed to take him under their wings and try to help him not be so nerdy. He had just transferred this semester or they would have helped him out last year.
Jeff then said to Julie, "He has to get laid at some point and it's my duty as the sophomore lead is to try and help him out."
Julie sort of knew where this might be leading but wasn't sure. "How do you plan to do that?"
"Please don't get mad at me. And I'm only asking this as a possibility but would you consider, you know, uh, helping him out?"
"Are you asking me to sleep with Paul?"
"Um, uh, you know. Only if you want to. Please don't get mad. It was just a thought seeing he likes you so much."
Julie thought about it for a moment. The thought kind of intrigued her. "You won't be jealous if I do this?"
"I might be a little but I really want to help the kid. Look at him. He's never going to get laid on his own. He's too shy and nerdy. Besides, you never forget the person that takes your virginity. He'll remember you for the rest of his life."
Julie wasn't attracted to Paul in the least but she did feel sorry for him and the thought of giving him a lifetime memory appealed to her. She was also feeling the effects of the weed and beer.
"Okay. I'll do it just this once for you and for Paul."
Jeff got a big smile on his face and thanked his girlfriend over and over again. Jeff didn't think he would have a long term relationship with her so it wasn't a big deal to ask her to have sex with another member. This would help his status in the frat too. He pulled Paul aside and told him he was to go to his room with Julie. He looked perplexed at first then realized what was going on and got a terrified look on his face. Jeff tried to calm him down and then Paul nodded in approval. Jeff then looked at Julie and signaled to her that it was time to put his plan into action. Everyone in the room knew what was going on and they were watching like it was a movie playing out in front of them.
Julie walked slowly up to Paul, taking him by the hand and led him up to his room. Poor Paul looked so nervous, almost like he was on death row going to the electric chair but he was in good hands with Julie. When they got to Paul's room, Julie made sure to wedge a chair against the door so no one interrupted them. This was no time for practical jokes.
She was determined to take her time and give Paul a complete lesson on how to make love to a woman and she started out by sitting them both down on his bed and having a conversation with him to ease his nerves. When he was sufficiently calm, Julie gave him instructions on how to kiss a girl. At first, he was pressing too hard and she taught him how to softly kiss a girl and then how to use his tongue.
Paul's lesson went on to show him how to softly caress a woman from running his hands down her sides to fondling her ass. Things started to heat up when Julie allowed him to touch her breasts through her clothing, something he had never done with a female before.
It was now time to undress. Julie made him get naked first. He was a little embarrassed by his erection but Julie assured him it was natural. She then told him to remove her clothing. Paul was visibly nervous, his hands shaking a bit as he took Julie's shirt and pulled it off over her head to reveal her bra. She was flattered that this star stuck young man just stared at her until she told him to continue with her skirt. She had him unzip it in the back and pull it over her hips and down her legs until she was only in her bra and thong. Julie slowly turned for her admirer so he could gaze at her half naked body before continuing.
Her bra was the most difficult item of clothing to remove and Paul's nervousness didn't help him with the clasp in back but he was finally able to free her breasts. Julie told him it was okay to touch them and showed him how women liked to have their nipples teased. Paul was in heaven, fondling the breasts of a girl he desired but never thought he'd get a chance to be with. His lesson continued by letting him suck and play with her breasts. Julie thought about all the young boys she teased in high school and how they probably wished they could have done this with her.
Julie tried to give him some confidence by telling him how hot he was making her but the whole situation really did get Julie turned on. She took his hand and placed it between her legs so he could touch her pussy through her thong, then let him pull it down her legs to strip her naked. They kissed some more with Julie teaching him how to play with a woman's pussy while making out and sucking on her tits. He was getting a full lesson on how to treat a woman.
Paul stood, almost frozen, as Julie kissed her way down his body, ending up on her knees in front of her petrified, virgin lover. She licked his balls, then made her way up the shaft of his erect manhood. She licked the head, then began to bob on his dick, taking him deep into her throat using her lips and tongue to give him his very first blow job. He was so worked up from being with a beautiful, naked woman for the first time that he came within minutes, shooting a huge load of cum down Julie's throat. Paul came without warning and his load was so huge that Julie gagged a little trying to swallow his all of his sperm.
She sucked Paul dry and he was afraid she was going to be mad that he came in her mouth but Julie licked her lips and told him it was time for his next lesson. She laid back on the bed with her legs spread, making the "come here" motion with her index finger.
He cautiously approached the bed and Julie told him, "Now it's time for you to return the favor."
Paul nervously crawled between Julie's spread legs as she instructed him on how she liked her pussy licked. Paul wasn't sure he liked the taste of her juices but there is no way he was going to ruin things now. Julie had him stick his tongue in as deep as he could for a few minutes then told him to start teasing her clit while he finger fucked her. She came after Paul began to suck and lick her clit, holding his head still while she moved her pussy around his lips. Paul was a proud young man. He gave a pretty girl an orgasm and it also excited him. Julie noticed that Paul was erect again and smiled knowing she was about to make his dream come true.
"I see you liked licking my pussy."
He was still a little embarrassed and shaking nervously in anticipation of what was about to happen next. Julie sucked him a little in order to lubricate his dick, not that she needed it seeing she was extremely turned on herself by the whole situation. She then laid back and told Paul it was time to fuck her. He climbed between her legs with Julie taking his dick and guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. She then told him to enter her and he pushed himself forward. Paul was no longer a virgin.
He awkwardly humped in and out of Julie, completely enjoying his first piece of ass. Julie told her virgin lover he could kiss her and play with her tits while they screwed. Julie taught him a variety of positions. After the missionary position, she bent over so he could take her from behind, then climbed on top of him. He was able to hold off on cumming for a while seeing he had cum in her mouth earlier and they both enjoyed a long session of unbridled fucking.
Julie told him that when he was about to cum to let her know and they would move into his favorite position. He chose to fuck her doggie style, holding onto her ample ass cheeks while driving himself into her. He came deep into her pussy while fondling her butt. Paul pulled out of Julie and she laid back on the bed to see him with a wide grin on his face. He kept thanking her, telling her how beautiful she was and how he would remember this night for the rest of his life. She was proud that she was able to help a nerdy young boy become a man that night.
Julie gave Paul her thong underwear as a memento of the night he lost his virginity to a young woman he had secretly desired. It was a dream come true. They had been in his room for more than two hours and when they came downstairs to join the rest of the crowd, they openly cheered his achievement while patting him on the back and offering shots of tequila to celebrate.
Jeff and a few of the officers in the frat thanked Julie for, "taking one for the team." She enjoyed the recognition they gave her for what she had done. She was also relieved that Jeff wasn't jealous but it was his idea so he shouldn't have had a problem. She was still turned on by the thought of taking Paul's virginity and everyone knowing what they did. Julie gave Jeff a blow by blow description of why it took so long and afterwards, he took her upstairs to fuck her too. She had fucked two guys that night and felt a little naughty but she also enjoyed it; a lot.
Over the next few weeks, Julie had become a regular at the frat house and was widely accepted by the members. She finally found a group of friends that she had been searching for since her freshman year. She also noticed that some of the other girls didn't seem to have one boyfriend in the frat but seemed to date a few of the guys. She understood because she didn't love Jeff like she did Dan. He was cute and all that but it wasn't the same. She also suspected he probably slept with other girls when the opportunity struck but she was having fun so it didn't matter.
At the next party, she also noticed that some girls also let multiple guys fuck them in a special party room.
When she asked about the party room, Jeff told her that some girls liked sex so much that they let a few guys fuck them in there. Some of them were regulars but others just did it once and never again. He told her the girls had the option of choosing which guys would join them or others didn't care. He refused to answer if he had ever been in there with a girl but his silence answered her question.
Jeff then asked her, "Is it something you'd like try?"
Julie looked shocked and replied, "No. I was just curious that's all."
But deep down Julie was more than curious. She knew that several of the frat members really desired her which turned her on. Paul, in particular, paid more attention to her and was more sociable with her and even other girls now.
A lot of the guys had already seen her in various states of dress and undress, especially when they played their game of "accidently" walking in on her and Jeff or when Dave would be pretending to sleep while watching her and Jeff fuck in the bed next to his. It turned her on knowing he was watching but never said anything to Jeff.
One time when Julie was sleeping over in Jeff's room, they were making out on his bed after getting high and having a couple of drinks when he mentioned that Dave's girlfriend broke up with him and he hadn't had sex in a few weeks. He kept telling her how horny his roommate was and admitted he saw them fucking a few times which made matters worse.
Julie thought he might be hinting around at helping out Dave so she asked, "Would you like me to have sex with him to make him feel better?"
Jeff smiled and replied, "I didn't know how to ask you to do this again but would you mind?"
"No Jeff, I don't mind helping out a friend of yours."
"Can I get him right now?"
She replied, "Uh, sure. I guess so."
Jeff sent Dave a text and within seconds Dave joined them in the room. He was smiling broadly and thanking his roommate. The thought of having sex with two guys in one night got Julie hot the last time but the thought of having two guys at one time turned her on even more. She had been the "good girl" all through high school and was beginning to enjoy exploring her naughty side while away at college.
While Dave was climbing the stairs to his room, he was hoping this wasn't a prank. He had seen Julie naked and having sex with his roommate which made her the object of his masturbatory fantasies for a few weeks now. By the time Dave got to the room, Julie was already down to her bra and panties so he knew this was for real. He thanked Jeff and Julie for doing this.
Jeff told him, "We both wanted to help out a good friend."
It didn't take long for Jeff and Dave to strip out of their clothing and begin focusing their attention towards Julie who stood up between her two lovers to allow them to remove her bra and panties. Julie was both nervous and excited by this new adventure. Both boys began to run their hands over her naked body while simultaneously sucking on her breasts. Her pussy instantaneously got wet. They were kissing and sucking on her neck and fingers began to probe inside of her, finger fucking her.
The boys led her over to the bed and Jeff began to eat her pussy while Julie began to suck on Dave's cock. She couldn't believe how hot she was by doing something this naughty. The boys switched positions and Dave got his first taste of his roommate's girlfriend. She came while Dave was eating her out. He then climbed between her legs and quickly lined himself up and drove his dick deep into Julie while she continued Jeff's blow job.
They continued switching positions until Jeff asked Julie, "Do you want to try DP?"
She didn't know what that meant so Jeff explained, "You know, it's taking a cock in your pussy and ass at the same time, double penetration."
Julie had always rejected Jeff's attempts at anal sex but maybe it was the weed she had smoked combined with the drinking and having two men making love to her but this time she agreed to try it. Jeff and Dave maneuvered her onto Dave's cock and she began riding him while Jeff searched for some lube. He came back to bed and began to play with her ass while Dave's dick was embedded in her pussy. Julie was a little nervous about losing her anal virginity but was also looking forward to a new experience.
Jeff pushed against Julie's back hole and told her, "Just relax. I'll go slowly. Let me know if it hurts and I'll stop."
Dave had a perfect view of the look on Julie's face as Jeff began to push himself into her big, round butt. Dave saw her grimace a little because of the unfamiliar feeling of having something going up inside her ass. At one point, she told Jeff that it hurt and he stopped for a moment before continuing his efforts to sodomize his girlfriend. She was uncomfortable but wasn't in pain anymore. When she felt Jeff's mid-section pressing against her ample ass cheeks she knew he had his entire dick in her ass. She was proud that she had now achieved something she was curious about but was too scared to try before that night.
Jeff told her, "I've been dreaming about fucking your ass since the night we met. Damn baby, you're so tight back there."
Both boys began to slowly move in and out of Julie's pussy and ass. Dave was fondling and sucking on her tits while he pushed himself upwards deeper into Julie while Jeff had a firm grip on her round ass, slowly humping on her butt. It took a while for them to find their rhythm but once they did, all three of them were moaning and groaning in a passionate, heated fuck session.
Dave asked Jeff to switch so he could get a piece of Julie's ass too. She was so hot by her first threesome that she didn't mind who was fucking her in what hole. She just needed their cocks. Julie climbed on top of Jeff then Dave pushed himself into Julie's ass.
Dave told her, "You've got such a nice ass Julie. It feels so good too."
Julie was proud she could please them both. She wondered what it would be like to have a dick in her mouth too but wasn't ready to take on more guys. She came with the two cocks in her and the boys were quick to follow. Dave came first, shooting his load deep in her ass. Jeff wanted to cum in her butt too and didn't last too long after entering her ass again. Not only did Julie lose her anal virginity that night, but she took two cocks and two loads up cum up her butt too. Getting high and a little drunk turned her into an adventurous college coed.
There were no secrets in the frat house and word spread quickly about Julie taking on two of the members that night. Some made crude comments about wanting to fuck her ass too or hoping they could join in next time. While it bothered Julie that everyone knew her business, it also turned her on knowing that other guys wanted her so badly. She would openly tease them by slapping her butt and telling them they couldn't have it or brazenly opening her legs in a short skirt giving the guys a long look at her thick thighs and panties before crossing them and hiding her female treasures again. The thought of the frat members jerking off thinking about her made her hot and Jeff was the recipient of her new found sexuality.
The frat president, Ken, heard about Julie's adventures and asked Jeff one night if he thought Julie would want to try the party room some night. Jeff told him he wasn't sure but would find out. He wasn't jealous of Julie screwing other frat members. He didn't think of her as someone he wanted to marry and was just enjoying college life in a frat house. He had been with girls that were dating his frat brothers too so it seemed like he owed them to be open too.
Jeff and Julie got high one night and he broached the subject of her going into the party room but she said she wasn't ready to be that adventurous. In her mind, the thought did intrigue her though and while she was enjoying doing some naughty things, she just wasn't ready to take a leap that far.
Julie did have a good sex life with Jeff and they continued to get together as often as they could. Julie put her studies first during the week and her grades did improve but she was a party girl on the weekends, smoking joints and drinking at the frat house.
The frat had a party the weekend before Thanksgiving. Everyone would be busy with getting ready for finals when they got back from the long weekend. Julie and Jeff had a great time smoking joints, drinking beer and doing an occasional shot or two. Julie noticed a girl going into the party room with several of the frat members. One member stood guard outside to control who went in. Julie was curious as to what was going on in there as a guy or two would leave the room and the bouncer would let in someone else.
Julie was watching this go on and finally asked Jeff, "Do you think it would be okay if I went inside the party room to see what it's like? I don't want to do anything. I'm just curious."
Jeff was taken completely by surprise, then got a wicked grin on his face and said, "Let me check and see."
He went over to the bouncer and told him his girlfriend was curious and wanted to see some of the action going on. He told him that she might want to try it someday. Julie saw them chatting for a little bit, then saw the bouncer nod his head. Jeff waved her to come over.
Julie was a little embarrassed when she got to the door. The bouncer was checking her out and told Jeff, "Let me know if she decides to stay." It was a subtle reference to his interest in fucking her.
Jeff walked in first, leading Julie by the hand. When she got inside the room she saw several naked frat members, including Dave, waiting their turn with a naked girl, Karen, on the bed who was getting fucked by one guy and alternately blowing two other guys on either side of her. Other frat members were touching her breasts. Julie counted six guys in the room but some had already left and been replaced by others. They had dicks of all shapes and sizes; some big, some small, some that were thicker than others while some were uncut.
One of the guys offered for Julie to join them but she nervously shook her head. She wasn't ready for that yet. They watched for a while as the guys turned the girl over and began a double penetration of her ass and pussy while she was sucking someone else. This brought back memories of Julie's experience with Dave and Jeff. She was so excited that night that she was wondering again what it would be like to be sucking on a dick while being DP'd. Watching the girl being the center of attention like this got her juices flowing. She noticed the expression of pure pleasure on Karen's face and her moans of pure pleasure as she was being gang banged. Once one guy finished in one of her holes, another dick replaced them.
Julie and seen enough. She was scared that if she stayed she just might want to join them. She was extremely turned on by now and made Jeff take her up to his room where he fucked her twice that night. He knew why she was so turned on and kept telling her how much he thought she'd like going into the party room. Images of Julie being like the girl in the room kept flashing through her mind. Jeff knew the seed had been planted in her mind and he had to give it time until Julie decided she'd like to try it.
She was so hot that night that even after they had sex twice, Julie was still horny. Jeff asked her if she wanted him to bring in one of the guys, "you know, just to see what it might be like in the party room."
She hesitated and didn't answer but Jeff saw how turned on she was and she never said a word when he put on his pants and left his room. He grabbed the first member he saw, Ricky, an upper classman, and told him Julie was hot and wanted another cock. Ricky didn't have to be asked twice and quickly joined them in Jeff's room.
Ricky saw Julie naked on the bed and she didn't object when he entered the room. He quickly stripped off his clothes and approached her with his hardening cock. She sat up on the bed as he got in front of her, expecting her to suck his dick and he wasn't disappointed. Julie lowered her head onto his half hard dick and quickly got him erect.
Ricky let her suck on him for a few minutes, telling Jeff, "You're a lucky guy. She really knows how to suck a dick."
That made Julie proud. He withdrew from her mouth and she laid back spreading her legs. Ricky quickly climbed between them and started fucking her. She was excited to be fucking another guy that night and came while he was thrusting into her. He came deep in her pussy then thanked them both and left room. Julie was nothing more than a quick piece of ass for him that night but that's what it would be like if she ever went into the party room.
A couple of days later, Julie saw Karen at the frat house hanging out and struck up a conversation with her. She wanted to know what it was like to be in the room with all those guys and why she did it.
Karen told her, "It's not something you want to do every weekend but I always fantasized about taking on a bunch of guys. I started out doing a couple of different guys and tried a couple of threesomes. I like sex, so I figured I'd try it. The first time I did it, I was nervous."
"You've done it more than once?"
"I've done it twice. Are you thinking about going into the room too?"
Julie shrugged her shoulders. "I've thought about it but I don't want to have any regrets afterwards."
"Well let me give you some advice. Don't get shit faced drunk and be half passed out. That's when you'll have regrets. Get a little tipsy but you want to remain in control. The guys will respect your limits but you'll end up doing the whole frat house if you get too drunk. You limit the number of guys you'll have sex with too but they will sneak in another guy or two, so beware."
Julie was concerned of what people might say or that the guys will think she is nothing more than a slut. She enjoyed sex a lot and had opened up much more during this semester. She liked the idea of group sex but was concerned about the repercussions afterwards. She had always frowned upon the girls in high school who had sex with a lot of guys and didn't want to become one of them.
Karen told her, "Some guys will try to date you because they think you are an easy lay but you have to be careful and make sure you don't always give in to them. It's okay for women to like sex too. Don't let the boys define who you are. If you want to do it, then go for it but do it on your terms. The boys in this frat will respect your limits. You just have to know what they are first. I can tell you one thing though."
"What's that Karen?"
"With that booty of yours, guys are going to try and do anal with you. If you are into that, you should lube yourself before and bring some with you." Karen gave her a hug and had to get to an evening class but she gave Julie plenty to think about.
Julie was studying for finals over the next couple of weeks. Her grades had improved considerably mostly because she made sure her schoolwork was done before she began to party. Images of seeing Karen being taken by all those guys still consumed her thoughts. She even watched a couple of porn videos on the Internet of college girls getting gang banged. She was pretty sure she wanted to try going into the party room and the opportunity would present itself at the end of the semester. The frat was going to have a small party before everyone left for the winter break. Some of the guys were already gone since they were done with their exams.
That evening Julie dressed in opaque, white leggings with a pink thong underneath. She also wore a soft pink, deep V-neck, long sleeve blouse with a bra that matched her thong. She knew the guys would be drooling over her even more than usual. She liked to tease them and she planned on teasing them a lot that night.
While she still wasn't sure she was going to go into the party room, Julie made sure she followed Karen's advice and brought her own lube, just in case. She knew that her outfit would draw a lot of attention to her butt so she applied some lube to her ass as a precaution before leaving her dorm. She was excited and nervous at the same time and there was always the possibility she would chicken out at the last minute. No one knew that she was thinking about fucking several frat members that night.
When she got to the frat house there were about 12-15 guys, some with their girlfriends but most by themselves. The plan was to have some drinks, smoke some joints and party before everyone went home for Christmas. The single guys complimented Julie on her attire, telling her how sexy she looked and how beautiful she was. Jeff was particularly complimentary as he knew he would be having sex with her later.
A couple of guys, including nerdy Paul, challenged Jeff and Julie to shoot some pool which was nothing more than a way to get see Julie bending over so they could get a better look at her plump ass and cleavage. She was more than willing to oblige and the rest of the crowd also noticed her curve hugging attire.
One guy even commented, "That's a nice pink thong you're wearing Julie."
Some of the guys chuckled a little but Julie responded by wiggling her ass and saying, "I thought you guys would like it."
She was getting hotter by the second as her comments meant she intentionally wore these leggings to show off her ass and thong which made the guys give up any pretense of pretending they didn't notice. That led to comments on her cleavage and it became obvious that Julie was bending over more than she had to in order to choose her shot. Guys were pretending to help her line up the cue ball just so they could brush themselves up against Julie and even sneak a little feel of her ass.
After shooting a few games of pool, drinking and passing joints around, Julie pulled Jeff aside and said, "What would say if I told you I wanted to try the party room tonight?"
"I'd say that it was a great idea. Which guys would you like to join us?"
Julie said she wanted Paul because she could tell he really liked her and always made her feel special and Dave, Jeff's roommate. Other than them she didn't care but only wanted a couple of more guys. Jeff mentioned two other guys, Joe and Tom who he was close with.
When they went back into the main room, they had another drink while Jeff nonchalantly told the other guys what was about to happen which brought huge smiles to their faces. It was their lucky night to have sex with a girl they were lusting after. Once all the guys were invited, Jeff took Julie into the party room which was nothing more than a king size mattress and box spring on the floor, a couple of old sofas and lounge chairs.
The guys sat down while Jeff put on some music. Julie didn't know how to start things off but Jeff suggested she do a strip tease for them. They brought plenty of beer with them so Julie quickly finished one and grabbed another. She was a little nervous as there were five guys in the room with their eyes completely focused on her with lumps in their pants anxiously awaiting her next move. She had some quick second thoughts but decided there was no backing down now and wanted to live out her fantasy at least once in her life. If she didn't do it in college, chances are she would never have this opportunity again.
She closed her eyes and started to sway her hips to the music. When she opened her eyes, it looked like the guys were in a trance by the way their eyes were fixated on her. Her juices started to flow knowing she had their complete attention. She continued dancing and slowly then lifted the bottom of her blouse, teasing her appreciative audience, until she finally pulled it over her head to reveal her pink lace bra. Her nipples could be seen through the lace and a few of the guys made comments on how lovely her breasts were which gave Julie the confidence to continue.
She would lean over and shake her tits or bend over to wiggle her ass, teasing them even more but that was the purpose of her strip show. The boys encouraged her to go further so she ever so slowly pulled down the back of her leggings to show them her ample butt, then pulled them down over her thick thighs and down her legs, kicking them to the side, leaving her in only her bra and thong.
Jeff suggested giving the guys lap dances which sounded like a good idea to her. Julie started with Paul, dancing close to him, grinding her big butt into his crotch. The guys were telling him to touch Julie so he began to fondle her ass and tits. She let him feel her for a little while before moving on to Tom who gave her butt a few playful spanks and wasn't shy about touching her meaty thighs. He even began to rub her pussy through her thong and told the others how damp they were. Joe was next to get his lap dance and he followed the lead of the others fondling and touching Julie all over before she moved on to Dave. He wasted no time unsnapping her bra and running his hands over her bare tits which made Julie moan. He then began to suck on them. Julie's face was flush with desire and Jeff could see the familiar look of lust in her eyes as she got to him. He pulled her thong off and quickly began to probe her wet pussy with his finger while sucking on her tits.
She broke free from Jeff and began to dance naked in front of the five frat boys. They were commenting on how gorgeous she was and how she was too sexy for Jeff. Julie was loving being the center of attention and having a roomful of guys lusting for her. She then went from guy to guy openly displaying herself, letting them feel, touch, grope, lick, suck, squeeze and probe her naked body. Sexual tension filled the air. This promised to be one hell of a fucking evening.
Even though Julie meant to tease the guys, she was equally teasing herself. She was feeling hotter than she ever had been before and needed to get fucked. Her face was flush, her nipples were hard and her pussy lips were swollen.
She was staring at a roomful of horny young men and asked, "How come I'm the only one who is naked?"
You never saw five guys rip off their clothing as fast as they did. Julie now saw five hard dicks all needing her to satisfy them. They were all pretty average in size with Paul being the largest by an inch but Tom had the thickest.
Julie then looked at Paul and said, "I want you to eat my pussy Paul."
She led him over to the bed and laid down with her legs spread wide. The guys were teasing Paul a little out of jealousy but mostly guys being guys. He had never been chosen first for any type of sport team in gym class and he was proud to be the first to taste Julie. He proudly put his face between her legs to begin licking her pussy just like she taught him. Tom and Joe quickly presented their hard ons on each side of Julie and she began to alternately suck them while Paul orally pleased her. She was so hot it didn't take her long to cum the first time.
Paul was ready to stop but Julie begged him for more, "Don't stop now, keep eating my pussy."
He brought her to another orgasm. Julie stopped sucking the dicks in her face to tell Paul, "I need you to fuck me now Paul. I need your cock."
He was more than happy to accommodate the hot, naked woman in front of him. The other guys were a bit envious that the nerdy guy got to fuck her first but that was Julie's choice. She moaned around Tom's dick in her mouth as Paul entered her pussy and started to fuck her. Jeff and Dave were playing with her tits and stroking her thighs while she stroked them.
Paul came within five minutes of entering Julie. He left a huge load in her and as soon as he withdrew, Tom was quick to replace him as Dave brought his dick to her mouth. Julie was hot and begging to get fucked hard. The room was filled with moans coming from the various participants. After Tom came, Joe was next to fuck Julie, taking her third dick that evening while Jeff presented himself to her familiar mouth. It wasn't long after entering her that he had to cum but pulled out and shot his sperm all over her stomach.
Jeff couldn't hold out any longer and came in Julie's mouth and on her face. She was starting to get coated in sperm. Dave entered her pussy and had the luxury of having her to himself after the others had already cum. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and fucked her hard, so hard the others were cheering him on. Julie was pushing back against his thrusts and started to cum which pushed Dave over the edge. He shot some sperm into her pussy before finishing up shooting it onto her stomach too.
Julie just fucked and sucked five frat boys in less than two hours. She got some water and another beer while they talked about how hot she is. She wiped most of the dry cum from her face and stomach but remnants still remained. With six horny teens sitting around naked, it didn't take long before everyone noticed Paul getting hard again.
Tom told Julie, "It looks like he's ready for more."
She smiled at Paul, "We can do it again if you want to."
She gave him a wink and a smile and that brought a smile to his face too.
Dave told him, "You should fuck her ass." The rest of the guys agreed.
Paul seemed a little shy about expressing his desire to take Julie anally so she asked him, "Do you want to fuck my butt? You can if you want."
Paul's eyes lit up and he nervously nodded his desire. Julie grabbed some lube out of her purse which made Joe comment, "Damn, she came prepared. This party ain't over yet."
The other guys watched as she told Paul how to lube up her ass with his fingers and to put some on his dick. She then bent over, offering her big butt to her nervous lover. She was thrilled that she would take his anal virginity too. She reached back and helped line up his dick against her ass. She pushed back slowly while he moved forward. The guys were cheering him on. Paul had been fantasizing about her ass for a long time and his dream was now coming to life.
The head of his dick had pushed into her asshole and he followed Julie's instructions to go slow. When he was about halfway in, she began to buck back and forth, then he started to hump on her until he had his entire dick in her ass. After he started fucking Julie's ass, Tom got in front of her to let her suck his dick back to life while Dave and Joe were playing with her tits. She loved all the various sensations her body was feeling.
She stopped sucking Tom long enough to tell the guys, "I need a dick in my pussy to."
She was breathing heavy and begging for more cock. Joe was the first to say he wanted to fuck her again. Paul pulled out of her ass long enough for her to climb onto Joe and begin riding him then letting Paul back in her butt. She now had three dicks in her, something she wanted to do ever since Jeff and Dave DP'd her. Julie came again while taking on the three guys.
Tom sprayed her face with cum and made her lick him clean before Dave took his place. Paul was the next to cum and shot his load deep into her bowels. Joe wanted to cum in her ass too so Dave got under Julie while Joe took her anally and Jeff stuck his dick in her mouth.
After a while, Julie lost track of which dick was in each hole but was loving the experience. She couldn't get enough cock that night. It felt good to let loose after a stressful semester. After Joe came in her butt, he and Tom got dressed and left. She didn't realize they were gone and didn't notice that two other guys entered the room. Steve and Jim quickly stripped their clothes waited patiently until after Dave came in her ass and Jeff came in her pussy.
She hadn't agreed to fuck more than the five guys but Karen did warn her that others would try in sneak in. Julie was still hot and ready for more cock so she didn't object when Steve positioned himself between her legs and began to fuck her in the missionary position while she sucked on Jim's cock. She had already fucked and sucked five guys twice and now had some fresh cock.
Steve pulled out and came all over her tits and hair and was quickly replaced by Jim. He fucked her for a few minutes and when he was ready to come, he wanted to titty fuck Julie. He slid his dick between her tits, letting her lick the head on the upstroke until he finally came on her tits and face.
Steve and Jim got dressed and as they were leaving they told the remaining guys, "Thanks for sharing your slut. We owe you."
Julie figured she should be offended but then thought, "They're right. I was a slut tonight and it felt great."
She then told the guys, "No more. I'm exhausted."
She then went to the bathroom and saw a full length mirror. She had cum dripping out of her pussy and ass. Her face, hair, tits and stomach were covered in the sperm of the seven frat boys. Her jaw was tired and her pussy and ass were a little sore.
Jeff let her wear his shirt so she could go upstairs and shower. She walked out into the big room where about 10 people were drinking and playing pool. They all turned their heads to look at who was coming out of the party room and were greeted by the sight of Julie with dry cum on her face and in her hair. Some grinned and a couple of the girls gave her dirty looks, frowning upon her slut like behavior. She just wanted to get out of there as quick as she could.
After taking her shower, she fell asleep in Jeff's room, totally exhausted. The next morning, all she could find were her leggings and top so she had to walk back to her dorm without underwear. Her ass was clearly visible through the white leggings and she didn't realize they were so tight she had a camel toe, highlighting her pussy lips. Her tits bounced freely under her top. She had done the walk of shame before but didn't like it. Some people gave her funny looks while others smiled in recognition of her predicament.
She didn't know that the guys stole her underwear and added it to a collection on their "Wall of Fame," made from the underwear of the girls that had been in the party room. She talked to Jeff briefly before she packed her bags and left to drive home for the break. The agreed they would miss each other until the spring semester began.
The two hour drive home gave Julie plenty of time to reflect on what she had done the night before and the entire semester. She was proud that her grades were better and that she found a group of fellow students that accepted her into their group of friends. She was a little ashamed of her gang bang but she would think of it often while she was masturbating. She felt guilty for liking it and acting like a whore. She didn't know if she would ever do it again but she would always have that memory. | literotica |
Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, fanfiction, floating, Lara Croft
Text: The vines encompass the temple; pressing it to earth; jealous of their prize. Even the summit is twined deep and about in verdant thrawl; restraining its oblique mass through four centuries of stony sleep.
The thwicker-shlack voice of a machete spills bird-song from the wounded bush. A rainbow plumage circles the mound, craws, and heralds the parting way. Two travellers come, betrayed by voice and gleaming steel.
Their tongue is alien to the people who built this place, though they are not kin to the first pale-men who plundered these lands, swarthy and gold-drunk. One is not even a man. Yet a similar hunger drives them also to seek the company of ruins, old ghosts.
But some ghosts are not quite dead, and now they stir uneasy. ~~
"Careful; the last ones are treacherous"
"I am being careful... Oww! Shit. I think that was my other ankle"
"Ohcomeon...not again; look, just lean over, over by this; here, right? Keep your weight off it. We're here anyway".
Clearing the steps to the temple-summit, the taller traveller props his long-bladed machete against the stone and moves to steady the lesser. She seems ungrateful; or at least ungracefully accepting. She is younger too, this one, yet holds no excessive delicacy in her poise, no concession of weakness. Leveraged against the raised stone dais, fatigue fades about her in perspiration. But her glance is still alert, curious, as it scans the surrounding ruins.
"Bloody hell, I'm knackered. And they built in this humidity?" Her exhaustion beats against the restless noise of the jungle. "Not this bad, then. Consider 400 years back; the undergrowth would be cut...; they'd have had fields, cultivation,everything". The arc of the man's hand builds an empire, raising relics from ruin, then lets them fall back in the same gesture. He has seen this before in a hundred silent civilisations; now his hair is bleached by age as much as sun, the knowledge pinched in thin cheekbones, a clotured forehead. His companion counts less than half his years, but her eyes are topaz-burnt; marked by the memory of some trauma that shaped her to adulthood. About them, the thin breeze circles the man-raised mount, cooling her exhaustion such that breathing now comes evenly; letting her find some centre which few of her sex do in the presence of this place. Focused, she parses dark vine-clung hair along her brow, tieing it back to a shoulders length. Leant forward by a span, she kicks a pebble over the drop, watching it skim and spin dizzyingly through space, clutched to the jungle below. "Not much to show for it now. Just stone...more stone...sun."
A frown. "You could be back at that finishing school is Switzerland, remember? You wanted to see archeology, real archeology; not dry-as-bone old fossils with a hot-dog stand to keep the kids quiet". The man draws a measure from a tin canteen, proffering without expectation.
"Yeah...and it's been great... I don't want to seem ungrateful. Just that I expected...to feel more". She waves him away, trims her garb; less modest than his, perhaps, but with practical concessions to the lithe tyranny of her youth. She cannot feel the stones beneath her feet, or the awe of the sun, though she comes clad alike to many who did...
"Because you're not using all your senses. Because you're only looking with your eyes." He taps, remonstratively, on her brow, anointing her with a smudge of loam from travelled hands. "Anyway, Let's not leap to conclusions; usually the most interesting aspects of a find are the last to fade". He turns to part the vines about the dais; half-gloved hand tugging memories from their clinging expanse. Driven into the dead rock is the voice of the living, spoken wordlessly into time. He breathes for them as his finger traces their outline. "The blessing of the sun, through the fertility of the corn and people, all bound together."
"Fertility rites? So girls only then?"
"Possibly. Incan ceremony wasn't noted for your, uh, modern British sensibilities on affirmative action. Look at these carvings...idealised forms, typically exaggerated...characteristics"
"Oh gosh. That is funny. I'm jealous. how was she meant to mount the stairs...?"
"Lara, it's not wise to mock without understanding. Pay attention to the text; it looks like early Aymara "
"Early Aymara doesn't have a written form" Her blank refusal stuns him.
Exasperation. "Gods, where have you been? I bet you learnt that in a book."
She looks chagrined. "Well, as you were right about the fifth Suyu. I'm not going to contradict you on ancient writings that shouldn't exist". But he is deaf to her; already following his river of knowledge into understanding, "Blood of Inti". A gnarled finger taps and circles, echoing the ancient pulse of indenting chisel " Sun-god. Inti. Sun-Blood, Sun-essence. The word for essence is the same as blood in this context. A ceremonial drug? Whatever the sun is made out of."
"Probably hydrogen and helium, then; or did I read that in a book too?"
"Miss Croft...what you've been studying, what you've read.... it's only the first part of understanding. Archeology is so much more than matching symbols on a book to crumbling rock. It's about immersion in another culture; separated by time; belief. Opening yourself to what was". He gentles suddenly, seeing in her frustration the spent passions of his own youth, the need to know, to master knowledge as one would mortality. His smile cracks through a weeks worth of stubble, "It's about; understanding here, in the heart, as much as knowing here, in the head. Take this altar, for instance...you're thinking blood sacrifice?"
She nods. "There's tether-points. They were tied down. Why else tie someone down?"
"Yes, but the ideographs are strange. And look; the stone isn't abraded by knife work... there's no guttering for the run-off; no brazier points for the burnt offering like you'd find at Cusco. But more than that....it feels wrong...doesn't it?".
She kneels beside the dais, winces, squints, hesitant at the threshold of understanding. "Breathe, Lara" He tells her, "breathe through."
Four centuries of uneasy slumber, submerged purpose, beat against her perception. And for an instant then, something other; she sees this place as it was and remains. The chant of a whole people to the narcoleptic pulse of skin-taut drum; the sting of incense about the whirling, blurring dance of the Daughters of the Sun, raised above on his throne. "Sky-sacrifice..." she mutters, aloud. "And sky-sacrifice isn't mentioned in either oral tradition or...what?", his glance falls on her sudden reverie.
"Oh...nothing...I just thought...some kind of dance. A blessing for the offered-daughter. From noon to sundown she was to journey to heaven and bring back life". She whispers the last as if dazed. For a moment she comes close to understanding, sensing at the edges of the genus loci.
"Lara, that's...". The condescension is gone now "...quite good. Quite a good translation. I...did not think you could read this?"
"I can't.... it's just...". A mis-step, forcing a lance of pain up her leg. Her face contorts and the moment of understanding passes. She is bound again to the visible world.
He is sympathetic. "It is OK; do not try to explain. You've already....seen more than I hoped. Be steady. Rest your ankle. Avoid having any weight on it." He returns to his work.
~~
The female leans back fully, smiling, his respect releasing her from the need of proofs; for a moment, for a heartbeat.
Her body is drawn across the slab, shadowing her eyes with one hand against the zenith of the sun. The golden disk gives no relief, and she relents, inhales, and folds arms back across the expanse of warm igneous stone. Relaxes. Outreached as the condors' span, she is at once and at one to the Hanan Pacha. Opened to the spirit of this place; the understanding that surpasses knowledge, found in a moment of awful surrender.
She is not of The People, but she is of age, and in the place and time of offering. It is enough.
~~
She ripples at the touch-which-is-not-touch, her mouth forming unconscious surprise.
She breathes, drawing in the heady scent of the jungle for what seems like the first time. Rotten wood and fermenting roots. Her chest heaves, quivers. The tightening fabric of her blouse betrays the blessing, the cotton teased apart. A thin blush of perspiration inculates within. She opens her eyes against the glare. Somehow, it troubles her less. The void is blue, vast, comprehending. Her gaze falls to the surrounding bowl of the mountains, peaks raised against the vault of the sky. Something stirs to cognition.
"Ohhh...."
"Lara?"
She bolts awake, gasps and clutches, feeling the realness of her disbelief. Bigger. The sense of strain tightens across her, fine-stitched garments plucked apart by an invisible hand of pressure. In a moment, she is brought into the fullness of womanhood, and beyond. "OHHH!"
"Lara!"
Her hands part one span, then two, to fall underneath the arc of her breasts. A low sibilant noise mounts within. The People of this place called it the Snake-of-the-Wind; messenger of Inti. They knew he would come to the daughter and whisper within her the secret known only to birds, clouds. But this one knows only the heterogeneous pulse, rising with her heartbeat, merging into her.
Thwap...thwap.... beyond outstretched fingers, buttons scatter like prayer beds spilled from a novices' hand. "What's happening? What did you DO?!" Two yards away, he may be stood in another world. The understanding that has guided abandons him; leaving him curiously stricken, unwilling to accept the doors he has opened.
"I....I didn't...I... " Shock blanches her face, and she takes short breaths (but the snake draws longer, deeper). Crescents of blush-colour spill about the deepening shadow of her cleavage as her blouse is sundered button by button. Within, a thin lace of foolish undergarment already lies straining to burst. (An orgy of asphyxic fumbling, fingers find release, breath). Unbound, her swollen bust pushes out, rising like dough through kneading touch, or guanabana ripened heavy on the tree. Yet even now they grow strangely boughed. As if seeking the kiss of the sun that gave them life.
"Not...heavy..." she gasps, sensing their utter strangeness through intimate familiarity.
Bigger. Her eyes flow as pools of conscious terror, subconscious longing. (There is no shame; many felt fear in the moments before the ichu-rope was loosed and they took the same, high path). Larger than her torso now, her breasts intimate their secret, pushing up as much as out. In their sacred presence her companion remains rooted to he spot, earthbound, uncomprehending. Unable to share her blessing. "Lara...you're....no, wait, get some of the gas, out... can you breathe out, burp, or anything?" he ventures, desperately.
A moment of lucidity, flashed into anger. "Honestly, it's my boobs, not my stomach! They're not connected, you know!", she laughs wildly, feeling the edge into hysteria.
"Listen, don't panic, we can...."
"Who says I'm panicking...I'm the one blowing up like a ..."
"Don't say, Listen Lara, it must be...". He seems to be trying to back away, but the spectacle leaves him helpless to aid or deny. He has become an outsider again, a bystander.
Bigger. Her face is shaded from the sun, golden rays crested about the rounded domes before her. Warmth brushes her nipples, and she feels rather than sees them cajoled to perking grace. Palms cupped at to the juncture of her ribs, she tingles at the electric arc that jolts across her breasts, the matchless expansion straining her fingers apart. Slowly, inevitably, her shoulders rise under the insistent tug, drawn upright from the table, head tilted back in the air, hair gliding across stone.
"....Like a fucking bal......Oooooh...."
Bigger. And the sensation washes over her, body flexing under some invisible, intimate compulsion, bucking against the table. Perhaps she wishes it was just the pressure, the fear, that makes her ache so. But some kindled secret blushes along her body, teasing each nerve alight, the fierce heat a lover's touch against her. Enriched with complicit desire, the blessing oblates her natural curves, taking her rounder and fuller, honouring of the sun. Seated on the lip of the altar, her world is now defined by two rising globes. Not quite translucent, but shimmer-shaded as a dream, their strange geography maps out in canyon and pole, shadow and light. Disbelieving, she presses against their firmness and immediacy; feeling their relentless lift rebound against her.
"Can't see....try...push them down...". But she can't. Bigger. Beyond the span of her arms, her inflated femininity sways gently, becoming entangled by the wind. She is pulled upright, balls of her feet resting on the dais. Boots skate over the ground, as if etching new patterns in the gnarled stone. And again the flush of sensation makes her whimper, softly. Part of her must understand what is coming, dividing her between fear and discovery.
"No...please....don't want to...". But she does.
Bigger. A futile reaching as her peach-pink flesh strains upwards, inflated expanse now equaling her height. The deep resonant hiss renders her bust taut and drumlike. Her hands, slick with perspiration, seek purchase on the solidity of the altar, find none. She takes one unreal stride on tiptoe, a second, to teeter at the rim of the summit; the plaza an abysal plunge hundreds of feet below. A helpless tremble, the flush takes her over the edge....
Detached, she watches a bead of sweat break from the cusp of her breasts, falling as if weakly sensed by gravity, a libation of salt and water for the jungle beneath. But her secret moisture is offered to another element; emeshed into sky-buoyancy. Her arms hang limp now, but her feet wave helpless, high above the canopy. Slowly, irresistibly, she begins to rise, gyrating with the breeze.
Words leave her as floating understanding fills her senses. The anchor of her reason slipped from the earth, she is a bubble in an ocean of air; drifting higher and higher. Suspended from twin spheres of buoyant delight, she is lofted towards a pale blue heaven.
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He makes no sign, but sits cross-legged by the altar, watching the post-noon shadow creep out from its shelter. Above, a mote is lost against the radiance of the sky. Many hours till sunset.
| bodyinflation |
Title: Amura Daughter of the Cat by Darkfang Magus
Tags: Bestiality, Bisexual, Catgirl, Feline, Lion, Medieval, Minotaur, Tiger, Vixen, Zoophilia
**Amura**
*By: Darkfang Magus.*
**Part 1.**
**Daughter of the Cat.**
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Prologue.
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In a past long forgotten by man, there lived many bestial races. The most revered of these beasts were those know as Catrai. Their kind was steeped in sorcery, but not since their beginnings had they been know as warlike beings. It is even said that they could take on the features of a human and walk among us.
This is the story of one such Catrai. Born to parents she never knew, she was said to bear the markings of one cursed. Her fur, a deep blue that matched her eyes, was thought of as an unnatural, and altogether unholy thing.
It is because of this that she was sent to a temple as a child, and kept from all things magical. Even so, her powers shone through at times. In the temple, she grew up with a close relative of hers. Being one of the few connections she had to family, she thought of him as a brother, calling him as such to a point that the young boy began to believe it.
Many misfits came though the temple, Kanin and Catrai alike. Of these she knew few, though a girl named Chenoa promised to help her if ever they were to travel together.
At maturity, she learned of her cousin Catherine. Soon the two girls became inseparable, or so it seemed. Amura always held a hidden jealousy for Catherine who spent much of her free time learning magic.
As the years passed by, Amura could no longer abandon her true calling, though it would mean banishment, she would rather have that than a wasted life.
1
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Amura's Departure
It was early morning, just outside the village. Amura approached her cousin Catherine and embraced her amorously. She then hugged her brother. When they broke, she stepped back. This little village was not much, and she wished she could call it home, but even though she must leave, it would always be in her memories. Cat... Amura looked at the beautiful tigress and gave her a quick smile. Her best friend; like the big sister she never had. More than anyone else, maybe more than Amura herself, Cat knew why Amura must leave. *Exile, an eternal punishment for any Catrai who leave the woods without permission from the queen. Can I really be doing this?*.
Amura was a restless spirit, there was a hunger within her and she sought to sate it somehow. What would be found in the world outside of here? That was what she needed to discover. Amura was raised to be of the toughest breed though and she refused to fear the unknown ahead of her. It hurt to leave, but she would not cry.
Amura touched Cat's cheek with gentle fingertips and softly kissed her lips. "I love you, my friend." Cat simply smiled. Amura nodded to her brother, and noticed that he did not truly understand her leaving, but he accepted it.
"Take care" she told him.
He just nodded and flicked his tail.
"It is time for me to go" They nodded in assent and wished her luck. Amura turned and began walking away. Her emotions were mixed, but she felt that this was the right thing to do.\*
Walking the trail, Amura couldn't help but be scared. She was leaving her little village in search of some calling. She hoped to become apprenticed by someone who could teach her to be a priestess, or maybe a mage. Before doing anything else, she needed to get in touch with an old friend of hers by the name of Chenoa. This particular friend had gone away some years ago and was currently residing in a town a short distance away. At least that was the last that Amura had heard. If all went well, the two of them could pool their resources and efforts to accomplish their goals.
Chenoa supposedly had some money stashed away to help their plan along. That was good for Amura because she had no money herself. In fact, Amura was virtually naked, save for a beaten-up gold wristband that she wore. She planned to sell the thing for some meager funds to help her on her way, but that wouldn't be until she got to town anyhow.
The town wasn't exactly close, but Amura was in good shape and felt that she could make the trip in a little over a week if she didn't encounter any difficulties. Amura was about five-foot nine and 130 pounds, though small compared to others in her family she was still formidable. She was of a half-feline race known as the Catrai, and as such, she had a coat of soft fur covering her entire body. The fur was a dark blue over her back with several stripes crossing it. As it came across her sides, it faded to a white over her belly, and down her limbs. Her distinguishing trait was a band of four black stripes going around her left arm. After some hours of walking, Amura yawned, exposing long fangs, and decided to take a nap. Finding a nice shady spot near a tree, she lay down and tried to get comfortable.
The next morning she began walking, and by the end of the day, she was tired and hungry but had made a lot of distance. It had become quite dark and she decided it was time to sleep. Amura found a comfortable spot in the grass, and then curled up to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easily.
As she lay in the cool night air, her hands made their way to her exposed breasts. Amura purred softly as her fingers tweaked her nipples. Before Amura knew what she was doing, she had slid her right hand down between her legs. Amura arched her back instinctively as she traced her fingers across the moist lips of her sex. She brought her tail up and slid it into her pussy. With every movement of her tail, her purring grew louder. She pushed her tail further in with every thrust, feeling it slide across her hand and into her body. As her sexual energy increased, sweat beaded on her brow and the four stripes on her left arm began to glow softly. She knew she was getting close when her tail became wet with her juices. On the edge of her release, she began wantonly massaging her breasts, and was quite pleased when her nipples became erect and sensitive to the touch, even becoming wet as they produced milk.
As Amura licked the milk from her breasts, the stripes on her arm started to glow brightly and she felt herself beginning to come. Breathing shallow, she felt shocks course through her body, as her pleasure peaked. Amura finally shattered the stillness of the hour with an earsplitting roar as she orgasmed. The orgasm was so powerful that she was left helpless on the ground with her eyes closed, and moaning as the aftershocks washed over her. After it was over, she slid the tail out of her pussy and curled up to sleep soundly the rest of the night, with a satisfied smile on her face.
In the morning, Amura began making her way to a nearby stream. *That little bit of fun last night, left me parched*. After drinking her fill, she set to grooming her fur. While doing so, she spotted movement. Instinctively, she crouched down and stalked towards it to get a look. It was a large doe, just across the stream. The first thing she thought was to sneak up close enough to pounce, but while doing so she had an idea. She got up close, and remembering her rudimentary magic training, she cast a charm on the deer. To her delight, it worked. Amura commanded the doe to come to her, and it did so without question.
After some trouble, Amura found that she would be able to use the doe as a mount. While riding, she cast another spell that she knew would prove useful. She made it so that the doe would produce milk. It wasn't filling enough for her appetite but it would hold her for a few days at least.
One portion of bad luck that plagued her during the trip was that she couldn't find any prey. On the third day, she caught a large squirrel. Amura ate the meat ravenously, but as she crunched the bones with her teeth, she knew it wasn't even close to enough.
The days of traveling were terrible for Amura, she could not remember being so hungry nor so exhausted in her life. Amura lay on her side beneath the doe, and took hold of its udder with her hand. With her mouth watering, she licked the large nipple; it was soft and warm. Amura pressed her mouth to the udder and surrounded the nipple with her lips. It was warm and tantalizing. She began sucking on it, bringing the invigorating liquid across her tongue. The life-giving flow was like ambrosia pouring down her throat.
In less than a minute, the flow subsided. Amura continued sucking desperately, until her teeth were cutting into the skin and she tasted blood. Finally, she backed off. Apparently, she had worn the animal down too much. This realization didn't really make her any happier, just the opposite. She hated to do it, but she was starving. Sometimes you just couldn't afford to be very sporting.
Amura walked up to the side of the animal and released it from her charm. It instantly bolted and less than a second later Amura chased after it. Amura was desperately hungry and the doe was weak. Of course, she caught up with it quickly, and leapt. Amura's pounce landed her right behind the animal's neck and she grappled it powerfully. In one quick motion, she pulled it to the ground and snapped its spine. Its head was pulled back revealing the animal's tender neck. Growling, Amura ripped its throat out. Drinking the warm blood, she sank her teeth into its flesh.
She was so utterly hungry that she couldn't help herself; Amura tore at the animal without a hint of civility. She roared masterfully and swallowed the bloody meat. Later, her meal done, and the animal almost completely used up, Amura settled herself in the grass, and licked her reddened claws. Some hours later, she continued her meal, and by nightfall, she could eat no more. Her belly full, Amura slept.
The following day, Amura stretched herself and yawned, she would have to leave what little remained of the meal to scavengers because she had to be moving on. She took the time to make a simple skirt out of deer-hide. By the following day, she reached the outskirts of town, and an actual road. This far from civilization they knew a little about her race, and she wasn't expected to wear a shirt, but still got several curious looks.
It took Amura a long time to find Chenoa's dwelling, but when she got there, she was told that the person who lived in that room was imprisoned. Disbelieving, Amura went to the justice office. She walked into the building and aroused several glances. The place was claustrophobic and the stone floor was cold against her feet. She went to the desk and had no trouble getting the attention of the officer waiting there.
"Can I help you?" he asked dubiously.
Amura smiled in a way that she hoped would ease him, but it only seemed to frighten him. She decided not to show her teeth too much from now on. "I am looking for a friend of mine" Amura answered, "I was told that she is being held here.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly, "what's her name?"
"Chenoa Lagotinus" She replied.
He checked his book. "Yes she is here, and unless you have a lot of money hidden on you, she won't be leaving very soon"
Amura was taken aback by his answer, "Can I see her?" she asked.
The man shrugged and called to another officer.
The officer kept giving Amura's body sidelong glances as he led the way down to the cellblock. There she found her friend chained to the wall of a dirty cell. Chenoa was a beautiful fox-girl with pure white fur that turned black as it reached her paws; technically her race was called the Kanin. Right now, she was hard to recognize, her luxurious fur was dirty and she looked terrible. She seemed to brighten up when Amura entered the room though.
"Oh dear" Amura said caressing the girl's dirty cheek, "what on earth happened?"
Chenoa actually smiled. "Well, it's almost funny really" she answered.
Amura couldn't see how that was possible.
"You see" Chenoa continued, "As you know, I was training to be a warrior. Well, a week or so ago I was pulling night duty as a guard. I was really tired so I propped myself up against the wall, and I guess I fell asleep. All I know is that when I woke up, the door to the armory was ajar. I didn't see anything missing, so I shut the door and went back to my post. I was at home when they arrested me. Apparently, they think that I stole some expensive sword from the armory. They won't believe that I just didn't notice the real thieves. Plus they said that my footprints are the only ones there, which just isn't possible."
"Anyway, one thing led to another and they told me I would have to return the weapon or pay for it. Even if I did have the stupid thing I couldn't get to it from here, and as for paying the fine, it's hard to make much money when you are chained to a wall. Not that I haven't made some money... The point is I still owe like 800 pieces of silver. Could you please find a way to collect more money?"Her wide eyes and drooped ear gave her the look of a sad puppy.
Amura sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but the only thing I have is this bracelet and I don't think it's worth a whole lot."
"Thanks" Chenoa said, "I would really appreciate it."
Amura growled softly, "I'll be back as soon as I can." Amura left the office feeling uncertain but first things first. She needed to find a tradesman.
Luckily for Amura, she found a trade house with minimal trouble. She entered the building, and even though it wasn't especially big, it was much more inviting than the justice office. She took a moment to look at all of the interesting goods, and tried to get some idea of what kind of equipment she would need later on. Amura walked up behind a girl and before she even thought about it, she leaned forward and smelled the girl's hair. The girl turned around, startled.
"Excuse me!" she uttered.
"You smell pretty," Amura said.
The girl was unable to talk for a few seconds..."Uh, thanks I guess" she finally replied. The girl had finally gotten a chance to get over her initial surprise but she still didn't know how to react. Amura could tell she was both shocked and aroused by her presence.
Amura broke her from the trance, "I have something I want to sell, who should I talk to?"
"Oh! I can help you, just come over here. I'm Nami, by the way." The girl walked over to a bench and Amura followed.
"Okay, what have you got?", Nami Inquired. Amura removed her worn golden bracelet, and set it on the bench.
The girl looked at it carefully, studying the craftsmanship of the piece. "Do you know what this is worth?" she asked.
"Not really" Amura answered.
After studying it a bit more and taking a thorough estimate, Nami looked up, "I would be willing to give you ..."689 silver pieces, for it."
Amura gasped but managed to hold her composure. "Okay" she said, "that sounds fair." After receiving the funds, Amura realized she had no way to pocket the coins. While struggling to keep the mound of silver in her paws, she made a mental note to obtain a satchel as soon as possible.
Seeing the problem, Nami reached under the bench.
"Here," the girl pulled out a leather article. "For being such a good customer, you can have this for free." Holding a leather strap of a pouch, she urged Amura to take it. Amura dropped her currency inside.
"Let me help you put it on". Amura stood still as Nami reached down and pulled the belt around her waist. When she was done, the girl stood back with a smile. Amura didn't know how to thank her exactly because customs seemed to be very different here. Deciding on simplicity, Amura simply rubbed cheeks with her and purred affectionately. Seeming to understand, Nami returned the gesture with a smile,"You're welcome."
When leaving the store, Amura noticed Nami was watching her closely.
"Come back soon". Somehow, Amura sensed that there was an underlying meaning there. She didn't have time to ponder such matters right now though; Chenoa needed help. Amura made her way to the justice office again.
Once she had made it back to the justice office, she told the guard that she had some money to pay off her friend's debt. The guard told her that she would have to settle the matter with the owner of the stolen sword. Amura got directions and headed toward the owner's residence. The man lived in a small manor outside of town. Amura met a guard at the front door.
"Who are you?" demanded the soldier, a scowl hardened by years of practice, overtook his features.
*He certainly is in a cheerful mood*, Amura thought sarcastically. "I've come to pay off a fine for the release of my friend Chenoa," Amura answered.
The guard looked at her dubiously. "Any friend of that thieving dog Chenoa must be a thief herself," he answered matter-of-factly. He then proceeded to look past her as if her presence no longer was worth his time.
I ought to tear him limb from limb, and save his face for a scarecrow! She thought these things, but settled for a snarl.
The guard just laughed. "Ha, is the little kitty's fur ruffled. Go back to your vagabond friends and leave me alone."
Enraged, Amura leapt at him, throwing him to the ground. The guard tried to raise his sword, but Amura wrenched his wrist to the side. She could feel the bones in his forearm shift and at the same time, there was a sickening crack.
"AGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"
She didn't know anyone could yell quite that loud. The list of curses he was directing at her, made her realize that she had gone a little out of control. Amura stepped back to get her bearings straight, only to be seized by a team of guards. The fear in their eyes was evident.
"Did you see that, she grabbed sergeant Thorn's arm and snapped it like nothing." One of the guards said in awe. The men were not so much restraining Amura as leading her. None had a particular wish to anger her.
Amura didn't really resist as they hauled her into the castle. Once inside she was shackled and the owner of the castle, a count by the name of Warrington, came to see what the commotion was.
"What is with all the ruckus at this fine hour of the morning?" Count Warrington asked in his regal dialect. Rings adorned several of his fingers, their rare jewels shining in the morning light. A red velvet cape was draped over his shoulders as well, but it did nothing to hide his battle scarred armor, and toned body. He had seen war in his time, and most likely had the scars to prove it.
Somewhere in the background, sergeant Thorn was cursing a monk who tried to straighten out his arm. Amura didn't really feel sorry for him, anger still burned within her from his previous statements.
A guard explained the situation to Warrington.
Count Warrington nodded, and then walked over to Amura. "I know that most of the people around here would like to break sergeant Thorn's arms and legs if given half a chance, but I am interested in why you came all the way here so you could do it yourself. Tis quite a bit of effort to go through just for him."
Amura felt relieved at Warrington's disregard for the sergeant, and proceeded to explain her reasons.
Warrington listened carefully and then asked her how much money she had obtained.
Meekly, Amura answered, "I have only 689 imperial silvers".
Warrington graciously accepted the payment and said, "You may be able to make the rest of the money working here at the castle. But, beautiful creature that you are, I am now one guard short, so I would appreciate it if you would take over the rest of sergeant Thorn's shift." Amura happily complied.
After twelve hours of guard duty, Amura understood why Thorn was so cranky. It was utterly boring to stand in one spot all day. Besides, it seemed more of a punishment than a job. There were plenty of other guards, and they spent most of their time keeping an eye on her. When her shift was finally over, she headed to the room that a maid by the name of Millie had given to her for the night. The room was splendid; it had a huge bed with silk sheets, a finely crafted fireplace with a roaring fire already burning brightly in it, and a large window with an amazing view of the castle grounds.
She unclasped the hooks on her guard uniform and sat the armor and sword in the corner. Then she took off the skirt that they had given her to wear. She sat in front of the fireplace, completely nude as she proceeded to groom her fur. While cleaning her arm, she heard the door open.
Warrington was utterly shocked to find a naked tiger woman lying in front of his fireplace. When she jumped up and hid in the corner he spoke, "As pleasant as it may be, I would like to know what you are doing in my room."
Still hiding in the corner she said, "This is my room, Millie said that I could sleep in the spare room that was three doors down the hall."
"Yes, be that as it may, but Millie lives on the second floor. You my confounded friend are currently on the third floor."
Amura rushed to the window. Her eyes traced the outer wall. *One, two, three... Yep third floor. I wonder if I can talk my way out of this without looking like a total idiot.* She stood silent for a moment before turning to him. "Umm", she put her fingertips to her lip, inadvertently revealing her breasts, *too late to avoid looking like an idiot now.*
Warrington stopped her, "It's perfectly fine with me if you stay. I severely doubt that you would like to sleep on a cold stone floor anyway." He raised his eyebrows. Her only reply was a smile. "That is what I thought. Now if you don't mind, I would like to get some sleep. It has been a very long day."
Amura was overwhelmed by this kind gesture especially after she had nearly killed one of his guards, and then stolen his room. As Warrington removed his armor she wondered how someone so charitable had decided to imprison Chenoa. By the time Amura got up the courage to ask him about Chenoa, he was already in bed trying to sleep.
Amura finally blurted it out, "why did you arrest Chenoa. She didn't steal anything."
Forcing his lidded eyes to open, Warrington looked over to her, "I doubt that she stole the sword either. However, there was too much evidence against her. In addition, Sergeant Thorn's eyewitness report of her carrying a sword across the courtyard simply made it impossible to let her off. I actually believe that Thorn might be the one responsible, but this is an Imperial outpost. We have laws to follow, and there isn't any solid proof to back up that theory."
Amura accepted his answer, though she only responded with silence. The fire began to flicker low, as cold overcame the room. Shivering slightly, Amura climbed under the sheets next to Warrington. He lay sound asleep next to her. Confused, and pining for comfort, Amura curled up against him. She felt so alone since leaving her home. Amura had no idea how Chenoa cold stand being chained up in a cell all day. *I wouldn't be able to take it. Eventually I would just crack*.
Meanwhile, Chenoa sat on the cold stone floor of her cell. She could not lay flat because the chain was too short. The only sound was that of her shackle being intermittently tapped against the wall. In her isolation, sound was the only thing she was allowed to control. Her body was trapped here, but she could make all the racked she wanted. *Come on Amura, you better be hurrying up with that money*.
When Amura started running her hands across his chest, Warrington realized that she was interested in more than sleep. He looked into her eyes, those deep azure orbs seemed to penetrate his very soul.
"I have always found the Catrai to be beautiful beyond description."
Amura gave him a seductive smile and climbed on top of him. She leaned forward and kissed him long and hard. Then she sat upon his chest and allowed him to fondle her breasts while she brought her hands down to her vagina. Amura slowly ran her fingertip up and down her labia. Once she was warmed up sufficiently she began to probe inside her wet pussy. Small purring sounds escaped her throat when Warrington cupped her breasts in his hands. Amura began licking her tits, paying close attention to her nipples. When she tasted milk on her tongue, she leaned forward and let Warrington drink what flowed from her breasts. While he was drinking her milk, Amura slid her tail behind her and wrapped it around his already rigid cock.
Once Warrington had finished with her breasts, she turned around to let him taste her pussy. As he licked her, Amura got in a sixty-nine position to inspect his equipment. Amura was pleased by what she found and she exclaimed, "You must be the size of my cousin Catherine's pet tiger, his cock was a little over seven inches."
"Yeah well wait until I get it inside of you, I promise it will be much more pleasant than my tongue."
"All in good time, baby" Amura said as she took his shaft in her hand, "first I need to get a better look." Warrington just groaned in reply as he felt her tongue flick across the head of his cock. Amura ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, before she settled on holding it in her mouth while she teased his balls with her hands. Warrington's pussy-licking was getting to her and she knew she would be ready fairly soon. The stripes on her left arm began to emit a soft blue light.
She let his cock slide from her mouth so she could move her pussie out of his reach; she wanted him inside her when she started to orgasm.
She looked behind her and asked him, "are you man enough to fuck a tigress"
Warrington just replied, "I guess you're about to find out." He then sat up and grabbed her waist in his hands while Amura got into position with her back toward him.
Once she was ready, Amura lowered herself, impaling her body on his cock. The sensation of his cock inside of her, immediately caused her to orgasm. The more powerful her orgasm became, the brighter the stripes on her arm shone. Soon the entire room was swathed in blue light. "Aghh, harder Warrington" Amura shrieked before her voice was overcome by a roar.
The roaring of his partner, only excited Warrington more. He got a firm grip on her waist and then started to pull her down onto his cock.
Amura was overcome with animalistic passion; one of her hands was busy caressing her breasts while the other ran wildly across her body. Her breathing was coming out in hitched gasps, and she grabbed Warrington's arm with her free hand as he continued to drive his shaft into her wildly orgasming cunt.
Warrington was nearing his limit, but he was determined to make it last longer. He had no idea that the Catrai could become so wild in bed. After a couple more minutes, he knew it would be futile to try holding out any longer.
"Get ready beautiful, I'm about to cum." Amura, though not so refined, answered, "When it comes to sex, Catrai are always ready."
Straining, Warrington started to pulse within her. Hot jet of his semen rushed forth as he bit down on Amura's shoulder; as expected, it drove her wild. He thought her gyrations might break the bed.
"Fuck MEEEE!" Amura screamed as he unloaded into her. She was so wound up at that point that every burst of his cum felt like lava against the walls of her pussy. She was still orgasming when he lifted her off him to lie by his side. Amura nuzzled his neck as her sated purrs resounded in his ear. She had just curled up next to him when a maid opened the door.
"Is everything alright?" the maid inquired.
"Yes Millie every thing's just fine," Warrington waved her away.
Upon sighting Amura's nude form, Millie gasped, "so sorry sir". After bowing out of the room, she skittered down the hall.
"Amura." Warrington spoke, holding her body in the crook of his elbow.
"What is it?"
"Consider your friend Chenoa's debt paid off."
Amura gave him a sweet smile and a soft purr escaped her throat as she curled up to sleep next to him.
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Chenoa's Release
Morning brought a new light to matters. The moment the door to the justice office opened, Amura was waiting. She walked through the building, with a determined gait. The tigress's dark hair flowed behind her, a thundercloud. She gave her notarized certificate to the officer in charge. After some minor difficulties, she was led down to the dungeon again.
"You want to get out?" Amura teased, spinning the key around her finger. Chenoa's smile beamed on her friend as the door was unlocked.
The guard present, unhooked the chain Chenoa's shackle, but couldn't find the tool to remove the shackle itself.
"Ah, screw it!" Chenoa exclaimed, "just lemme outta' here".
In the office, they finalized the reports, then the tigress, and vixen walked out the doorway. Laughing happily, the friends left the prison. Inside, a red-haired Kanin looked on. As they faded into the distance, she thought deeply, *Amura, you had better be as powerful as they say, else you wish to perish.*
Upon their exit, Amura realized something terrible. Chenoa had been evicted from her room, and they were penniless. *We are royally screwed*. Chenoa fiddled with the shackle around her neck from time to time, but she actually said that she had gotten used to it and wasn't particularly in a rush to get it removed. They finally sat down on a park bench to discuss things more thoroughly.
Chenoa said she had a secret stash of equipment somewhere and it should be their first priority.
"Listen" Chenoa said, "I'll just run up and get the stuff. You can explore the town while I'm gone." Amura agreed and Chenoa quickly set off.
Amura did explore the town, but she eventually ended up back at the trade house. She found Nami the trader-girl out back peeling potatoes. She instantly brightened up when she saw Amura.
"Hi, do you need something?"
"Yeah" Amura answered. "I need to find a job."
Nami thought for a moment. "I'll give you five pieces of silver if you help me with these potatoes." Amura didn't have to think about it long. When you didn't have anything to your name except for a free satchel and a free skirt, five imperial silvers was a lot. Amura sat down to help and they struck up a conversation. Afterwards, the girl took her on a tour of the town.
It was getting late and there was no sign of Chenoa. Under advice that it wasn't safe to sleep in the street, Amura asked, "Is there any place in town I can stay at for five silvers?"
The girl giggled, "not likely, but tell you what, tonight you can stay at my place. We can search for your friend in the morning." Seeing it as a good choice, Amura agreed.
They arrived at the girl's place, and Amura found that it was composed of a single room but was still nice. While the girl stoked a fire, Amura slid out of her meager clothing and lay out on the rug. Amura began to groom herself and noticed that the girl was staring at her.
"Is there something wrong?" Amura asked.
"Oh no" Nami responded, a little embarrassed "I was just wondering if you would mind if I undressed too?" Amura shrugged as if it didn't concern her, and girl took that as a yes. Amura found she was watching as Namil got out of her heavy clothing. She was a lot older than she looked, Amura would have to guess about 19. When the girl was completely nude, she stood shivering with the reflections of the firelight enhancing the look of her supple form. The girl quickly went to the bed and slid under the covers, but the blankets were obviously cold too.
"Amura?"
"Yes?"
"Could you get under the covers with me to keep me warm?"
To Amura that sounded like a perfectly reasonable request, so she got up and climbed onto the bed. As Amura lay down getting comfortable, she felt the girl move up closer and press their bodies together intimately. Amura was face to face with the girl as they wrapped their arms around each other. Her body was indeed cold against Amura's fur. Amura embraced her, letting her body heat protect the smaller female. Breasts pressed together, Amura hooked her leg around the girl's thigh. Amura licked the girl's cheek "goodnight my friend."
Sometime in the dead of night, Amura sensed a person entering the room.
"Hi" Chenoa whispered tiredly. Amura just purred softly, clutching the sleeping girl. "Mind if I join you?' Chenoa asked. Amura simply wagged her finger invitingly, and Chenoa climbed softly into the bed. The two of them lay with the sleeping girl between them, and slowly drifted to sleep, a pleasant tangle of fur and female bodies.
In the early morning, Amura was feeling quite well rested. As much as she hated to leave the warm bed, she needed to get up. Amura slid out of the girl's embrace and petted Chenoa's cheek as she stood. Once she was free from the covers, Amura stretched herself out fully and yawned. After getting herself organized, Amura noticed that the girl was waking up.
"Uh..." the girl mumbled. She reached around and felt Chenoa's warm arm on her shoulder, "Who's this?" she finally asked. Chenoa was starting to wake as well when Amura answered.
"My friend Chenoa, it seems that she found me."
Chenoa giggled, "Yeah and I found a little kitten too", Chenoa licked Nami's cheek and the girl smiled sleepily
"Oh, that's nice" she murmured, as she closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep again. Amura just smiled.
They spent most of the day searching the town and trying to get information on where one could get training or become an apprentice. Unfortunately, this was more of an industrialized area and there was nobody in town that could help them. The only people who offered training were the Imperials, but they didn't have much in the way of sorcery training, which was what Amura was looking for. Chenoa had worked for them before, but after her recent debacle, she was not inclined to return just yet.
They had little equipment, (Chenoa's stash had ended up being empty) but Chenoa was sure that they would be able to rectify the situation somehow. Amura still had her satchel of coins, and the short skirt that Warrington had let her keep. Chenoa was now wearing Amura's deerskin loincloth and still had a shackle around her neck. Chenoa's shackle jingled as she walked, but Amura did her best to ignore the irritating sound.
The only useful information that they obtained were rumors of a town due east that might offer services for adventurers. Chenoa decided to check out some other people she knew in town and Amura went to speak with Warrington. She got a knowing look from Millie when she entered Warrington's bedchambers. He told her the same information she had already heard, but reinforced it with the fact that he knew some people who had come from there. When Amura and Chenoa got back together, they decided that traveling east was probably the best choice.
Amura looked at the sky, it was dark again. They would have to spend one more night in town. *Surely, the girl from the trade house wouldn't mind*. Upon visiting the girl's room, they found her utterly ecstatic about the thought of them staying one more night.
"Yes, of course you can stay. I actually thought you had already left. If I had the chance I would come with you, but with my job and all I just can't leave right now." Amura kissed the girl's forehead in thanks, silencing her
They got undressed and after some joking around, decided it was time to go to bed. As the girl lay down, Chenoa whispered an idea in Amura's ear. Amura agreed that it was an excellent plan.
Amura climbed in next to the girl and smiled. "Chenoa and I have decided that we don't want to impose, so as payment for staying the night we will give you something few human girls have ever experienced. We of the Catrai simply call it a bath though."
Before the girl even realized what was going on, Amura and Chenoa had climbed over her and were licking their way across her body. Amura knew that the combination of her rough tongue and Chenoa's smooth one would truly excite the girl.
Amura worked her way around the girl's petite breasts and felt her shiver. Amura then worked up to a nipple and twirled her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth and softly sucking on it. The girl was no longer just shivering; she was literally trembling with arousal. Amura reluctantly abandoned the girl's breast and worked her way up her neck. Amura cleaned the girl's face with long catlike licks, then moved to her mouth and gave her a gentle kiss. The girl kissed back and they met passionately. While Amura tasted the girl's tongue, she noticed that Chenoa was licking her way up the girl's inner thigh very temptingly. Amura worked her way back down the girl's throat, and then she licked her way across the girl's chest until she reached the girl's other nipple. As Amura sensuously suckled the girl's tit, Chenoa flicked her tongue across the girl's vulva. In response, the girl arched her back pressing her breast fully against Amura's mouth. Amura sucked the girl's breast and lightly bit the nipple. The girl was so overwhelmed that pearls of sweat had covered her skin, and she was moaning as she clawed at the sheets. Seconds later, the girl shuddered as her body was wracked with a fiery orgasm.
Time seemed to fade as they delved into animal passion.
It was late in the morning when Amura woke. Much as she hated it, they had to be moving on. Amura said a grateful goodbye to the girl, and then gathered her meager possessions.
The trip was uneventful boing even, as they spent the entire first day walking. They rested and continued traveling in the morning. By day three, Amura was getting tired of walking but as things were, they didn't have any way of obtaining a mount. Just as Amura was thinking this, Chenoa called to her.
"Hey, look at that" Chenoa said in an almost predatory way.
Amura looked ahead and was surprised to see a horse. It was definitely feral, so actually using it as a mount wasn't going to be easy. Nevertheless, it was an excellent opportunity. To avoid startling the horse, Amura made her way very carefully toward it. As she slinked behind a rock, Amura kept her eyes locked on the horse. The animal was brown with a blackish mane running down his neck. A quick glance below his belly verified that he was a well-endowed male.
Amura was flat on the ground within 30 yards of the horse, when she decided that she was close enough to try a charm spell on the horse. Her eyes shone with a blue fire as she chanted the spell. Tendrils of light drifted from her hands and curled around the horse as the spell started to take effect. Amura was almost finished with the spell when Chenoa walked into view. The sudden appearance of Chenoa startled the horse enough that he broke free from the spell and bolted toward the hillside.
Amura cursed and took off after the horse. However, it soon became apparent that she wouldn't be able to outrun it on two legs. Amura stopped for a moment and changed into her tigress form. Once the transformation was done, she followed the horse on her swift but silent feline paws. She was quickly gaining ground, but the horse seemed even more upset by the fact a full-grown tigress was now following him. The horse began to run through the trees trying to shake his pursuer. Amura was getting out of breath but she was almost close enough to grab him. After running nearly three miles, the horse made a desperate leap over the river. Luckily for Amura, he landed short. The horse slumped in defeat as the river pulled him down. Amura knew that if she didn't hurry, the horse would be swept under the water. She swam out, but it sunk before she was in reach. Amura dove under the surface and got a grip on the animal's neck. Moments later, she dragged the horse to shore.
Once it realized that it wasn't drowning, the horse began to kick and struggle. Amura lay on top of the horse's belly, to keep it still. Even though he was on his back and helplessly seized around the neck by Amura's jaws, the animal wasn't about to give up without a fight. Amura had never seen such a spirited animal; she now knew how he had escaped her charm spell so easily. She knew of a stronger spell but she would have to be mating with him for it to work. With her jaws around his throat, she began to mutter the spell through a mouthful of fur.
She knew that the spell was beginning to take effect when the horse began to calm down, but she didn't dare let loose the grip she had on his neck. The spell was supposed to make him erect, but a look behind her determine that he was too large for her to take. As his penis throbbed against her pussie, Amura tried to remember the words of a transformation spell for horses.
When the spell finally came to her, the horse was so desperate for relief that he was thrusting forward against her vulva trying to gain entrance. The broad tip of his member was wet with pre-cum and his constant thrusting was exciting Amura intensely. Amura began casting a spell that would turn the horse into a lion, but it was taking a long time to say with her mouth full. The horse's mane was getting deeper and his fur had become very soft but his body was still that of a horse and his frantic thrusting was beginning to hurt.
Amura knew she wouldn't be able to finish the spell before the horse seriously injured either himself or her. She desperately concentrated on changing his penis first. The horse's penis began to get wider at the base and spines formed at the tip where it tapered. As the horse's member began to change shape, Amura felt him start to penetrate her. Then all of a sudden, he rammed about a foot of his cock deep into Amura. She moaned and arched her back, not only was the horse's cock still huge but there were also hundreds of feline-like spines at the tip of it.
The pleasurable shock of it caused Amura to lose her concentration thereby stopping the transformation halfway through. Amura knew that the charm spell would finish once they had mated so she just hung on for the ride. Even though she was no longer casting the spell, the horse-lion was still making minor transformations. She knew that his rod was becoming more tapered because he was beginning to ride her faster and deeper. The most noticeable change was in his fur. His fur faded to a dark ebony color while his mane, tail, and underbelly became an orange-ish red that looked like flame as the fur shimmered in the light.
The animal was wild and uncontrollable as he drove his rod into the tigress. Soon the sensations became too much for Amura and she bit down tasting blood as an orgasm slammed into her. Amura gave an orgasmic roar as she reached her zenith. The horse-lion was sent over the edge as her pussie tightened around him during her orgasm. He began to cum hard, filling Amura with semen until she overflowed. He continued to thrust, as he was orgasming. With every thrust, more cum leaked from Amura's pussie and splashed between her legs. By the time that he stopped, he had splashed over a gallon of cum on them.
Amura took a moment to catch her breath as his penis slid out of her. She felt pleasantly full and it was warm and wet where their bodies pressed together. Amura rolled off the horse and spread her legs to clean her fur. As she cleaned the semen from her inner thighs, Amura was surprised to find that rather than tasting horse cum, she tasted lion cum.
"Delicious" she said softly as she began to lap it up. Once Amura was finished, her fur was fresh and clean with no trace that it had been otherwise. Amura looked at the horse-lion's dripping cock and cum-soaked belly; she licked her lips. Looking to the side she and saw that Chenoa had found them.
"Perfect" Chenoa said, "I was just getting hungry".
Amura and Chenoa fell upon the horse-beast lapping hungrily at the liquid still dripping from his cock. The animal's penis instantly became rigid. Chenoa made little moans, while lapping rapidly to get as much as she could. Soon Chenoa's face was dripping wet with semen, and her fingers were probing deeply into her pussy. Amura kissed her deeply and tasted the wild flavor of lion cum on her lips. Amura changed back to her normal form then she licked Chenoa off to an orgasm. Once Chenoa had been sated, they sat face to face with the animal's cock between them. Amura and Chenoa laughed and petted each other as they rubbed their breasts and pussies against the rigid feline cock. It didn't take long for the animal to orgasm with them fondling him relentlessly. He ejaculated powerfully soaking both of the girls from head to toe. They lay on the riverside happily licking each other clean. When finally they were done and neither one could find a single drop left, they leaned towards each other in another delightful kiss, licking and cleaning each other's faces. Almost regretfully, Amura kissed Chenoa on the lips and stood up.
"We need to get going," she stated. Amura climbed up on the horse and Chenoa hopped up behind her. "Alright" Amura said, "let's go." She enticed the horse to go forward and they began moving at a steady gait.
"What should we name him?" Chenoa asked as they rode.
"I think Ember would be a perfect name," Amura said as she ran her fingers through the horse's fiery mane. Chenoa smiled. "Me too" she answered.
They continued their journey, and soon closed in on an old wagon. The wagon was severely damaged and it appeared that someone had hurriedly abandoned it.
Further travel showed more signs of a number of people making a hasty retreat. Eventually, they entered the remains of a small town. The whole place was destroyed and held an ominous feeling to it. Amura pulled on the reigns to stop the horse, and then took a closer look around.
"Something awful has happened here," Chenoa noted. Amura narrowed her eyes, something had indeed happened here. It did worry her that there was no sign of life anywhere. In fact, it didn't look like anybody had been here for a long time. This wasn't a well-traveled road by any means, but someone should have crossed by here occasionally.
The two women dismounted and inspected the area. It didn't take long before it became apparent that this place wasn't safe. Amura's tail twitched nervously, and Chenoa seemed to be similarly perturbed.
Chenoa reached down and picked up a sturdy stick. "I don't like this at all..." she said quietly. Amura extended her claws slightly, as she totally agreed with her friend on this matter.
A shriek broke the silence, and there was movement from the shadows. Amura growled low in her throat and focused intently on the area.
Suddenly, a shiny piece of metal shot outwards from the darkness. Amura was still trying to figure out what it was, when Chenoa swung her stick around deflecting the thing.
"Watch yourself!" Chenoa barked, and Amura nodded. Amura had never been in combat before, but Chenoa had, so she was prepared to do whatever Chenoa asked.
A ghastly being stepped forward and Chenoa gripped her stick tightly. Amura took a step back, trying to discern what the being was. It was clothed in some gray cloth and had a strange distorted face. It pulled out a blade, and rushed at them.
Amura watched in awe as Chenoa somehow deflected the thing's weapon with her stick. They broke and came at each other again, but Amura feared that her friend wasn't going to win this fight alone. While the two of them fought, Amura strafed around to come up behind the thing.
She saw an opening and leapt at the thing grappling it across the shoulder. While it tried to regain its balance, she leaned forward and sank her teeth into its neck.
The taste was awful and Amura felt her stomach retch as she fell away from the being. Amura was now on the ground and at an incredible disadvantage. Looking up fearfully, she was terribly happy to see that Chenoa had taken the thing's difficulty to her advantage and disarmed it. In one quick motion, Chenoa stabbed the thing with its own weapon. Amura grimaced as blackened blood spayed over her face and the thing slumped over making gurgling noises. Chenoa stabbed it mercilessly and finally it was still.
Amura stood with her knees shaking slightly and grabbed onto Chenoa's shoulder. "What was it?" she asked.
Chenoa grimaced, "Some kind or Orc." She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence, because there was more movement in the shadows. A group of maybe a dozen more of the things came into view. Amura watched Chenoa hold up the dead Orc's weapon, but she didn't seem that scared.
As quickly as they had appeared, the other beings disappeared. Amura was confused and looked to Chenoa for an answer.
Chenoa smiled brightly, "We killed their leader, and I don't think they will come back. Likely they will search somewhere else, hoping to find easier pickings."
Chenoa searched the body of the fallen fighter, and came up with a bag of coins and few throwing knives. Amura pocketed the items and they went to search the remains of the town.
There wasn't really much left to see, but the Orcs as Chenoa called them, did leave a sack of scavenged equipment in their hurry. After going through the items, Chenoa found some pieces of light armor that fit her well enough, and a scabbard to carry the Orc's sword. With the weapon by her side, Amura had to admit that Chenoa sure did look to be a warrior. Searching some more, Amura located a sack full of woven cloth. Chenoa tied the two sacks together and laid them across their horse's back. "I've seen enough," Amura stated. Chenoa nodded and they both mounted the horse, intending to reach friendlier lands.
After their previous excitement, the rest of the journey turned out to be quite uneventful. As the sun began to set, Amura began looking for a place to camp. She found a nice little meadow nearby a brook. While Amura set up camp, Chenoa went out hunting for food. Chenoa had decided to take off her armor, as it didn't fit very comfortably, but she kept her sword.
Several hours later Amura woke up and realized that Chenoa had never returned. Amura put out her small campfire and looked in the direction that Chenoa had gone. Amura followed Chenoa's tracks though the woods, but the prints stopped in the path of a great many horse tracks. Buried in the dust was the sword that Chenoa had taken from the Orc. Upon closer inspection, Amura became even more disturbed to find that the blade had been shattered. She narrowed her eyes and looked the way that the horses had gone. Amura followed the path, running swiftly. By midnight, she reached a palisade wall. After scaling the wall, she crouched on the top and surveyed the town. She didn't see Chenoa anywhere.
Amura entered the fort, seeking answers. Most of the people were sitting around a fire and talking, but Amura spotted somebody walking behind a building all alone. She crept over and found out that it was a girl feeding some dogs. Amura had intended on asking her where Chenoa was, but the moment she got within sight the girl shrieked. Amura quickly grabbed the girl and put a hand over her mouth. The girl struggled and kicked in an effort to escape Amura's grasp. Amura knew that the whole fort would be down on her at any moment. She had to do something fast. With the girl still in her arms, Amura leapt to the top of a building, then ran across it and made a desperate jump over the wall of the fort.
Amura had intended to land on the wall but she accidentally sailed straight over. The girl's struggling was sending Amura off course and Amura had no idea which way was up or down. Amura landed on her arm, hard. The girl flew from her arms during the impact. Amura's arm hurt terribly, and when she looked at the injury, she found a sharp piece of slate stuck in her arm. Amura gritted her teeth but she couldn't help but shriek when she pulled the slate from her arm. Her head was spinning, but she knew she would have to get up before the girl remembered how to scream again. Amura stood with a groan, she saw the girl lying on the ground ten feet from her. As Amura walked toward the girl, she checked her arm. There was a large cut but it wasn't bleeding as badly as she expected so she leaned down and checked the girl.
The girl was still breathing but she seemed to be unconscious. There was a lot of yelling and noise coming from the fort, so Amura hurriedly scooped up the injured girl and headed toward the woods. As Amura headed back toward her camp, she noticed that the girl had fared far worse than she had, during their fall. Her dress was ripped and she had cuts in multiple places. By the time they had made it to camp, the girl was beginning to moan softly. Amura decided to tether the girl's arms and legs before taking care of her wounds, just in case. She ripped some strips of cloth from the girl's dress and tied her wrists and ankles.
Once she was secured, Amura brought her to the river to wash out her cuts. The moment the cold river water washed over her body the girl gasped and awoke. Finding herself bound, the girl struggled but soon quit, knowing it to be futile. She then looked at Amura and began babbling something about poison and dogs.
Finally, Amura interrupted her and asked, "Did you see who your men brought into town today.
"No" the girl said "but they did bring some demon's animal through on their way to the city.
Amura growled, "That so-called animal is my friend".
The girl's eyes went wide when she suddenly realized that Amura was covered in fur. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know that she wasn't an animal" the girl replied. "Please don't drown me I didn't have anything to do with it" she exclaimed. "I'm not even a citizen of the town; I just came there to sabotage their defenses." The rest of her explanation was lost as she broke into tears.
Amura sighed and continued to dress the girl's wounds, hoping that she would calm down in a few minutes. Once Amura had calmed the girl down, she found out that her name was Amy. Amy lived in a village west of the fort. The village had recently been ransacked by the soldiers. To stop the raids, the villager intended to cripple the fort's defenses. It had been Amy's job to poison the guard dogs. Luckily, she had already taken care of her job before she ran into Amura. She didn't think she would have been able to make it out of the fort alive, but Amura took care of that for her.
"So how can I help you find your friend," Amy asked as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Do you know in what direction they went?" Amura asked.
"Yes, they brought her to the city" Amy replied, "it's about a mile west of here."
"I have a horse. I could bring you home," Amura said.
Amy looked down at the ground and whispered, "I have no home. The family farm was burned down in the last raid. There was nothing left, that's why I was given the most dangerous part of the mission."
Believing the story, Amura extended a claw and cut the bonds on Amy's limbs. Then Amura suddenly became very dizzy, she looked at her arm and saw that she had lost a lot of blood. Before darkness took her, Amura saw a helpless look on Amy's face. Then all was still.
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Rescuer
Amura's dreams were full of insubstantial creatures, that chased her relentlessly. Amy watched in fear as Amura writhed on the bed, occasionally letting out a bloodcurdling scream. Suddenly, she awoke but something was amiss. Trying to wipe the sheen of sweat from her brow, Amura discovered that she was tethered to the bedposts. Her body felt like it was on fire and her wounded arm was beyond the point of explicable pain. She looked to the side of the bed and saw Amy sitting there watching over her.
"Please give me some water," Amura pleaded, before her energy wore thin and she laid her head back on the sheet. When Amy came back with a glass, Amura tried to take a sip but suddenly felt faint. When Amura lost touch with reality again, she was faced with a creature intent on devouring her. Amura desperately fought it back.
Amy jumped away in shock, dropping the water glass when Amura went wild and tried to attack some invisible threat. Then the howling started again.
Out on the streets people looked fearfully at the tower that had lately been full strange noises both day and night.
Amura felt somewhat better the next day when she awoke.
"Where are we?"
"Don't worry this is a safe place. Henry can be trusted."
"Henry? Who's he?", Amura queried just as a cloaked man entered the room.
The man pulled back the hood of his tan cloak, an presented Amura with a disarming smile, "I would be the 'Henry' you spoke of".
"Why am I shackled to this bed."
"You became very violent during you daily medical treatments, and we had to do it for our safety," He said as he opened op a jar of powder.
"What's in the jar?" Her catlike curiosity caused Amura to momentarily forget about her situation.
Henry looked at her, "It's a very powerful antiseptic. Just grit your teeth for a moment while I apply it".
The second that the powder touched her arm, Amura thought that it must have been acid. She pulled so hard on the bedposts that they started to bend inward. As she pulled, her body came off the bed and her eyes flashed red. Suddenly she felt Amy's cool hand on her burning cheek.
"Please calm down the pain will go in time".
Amura relented then fell back down to the bed and slept. She awoke again, when something cool brushed over her arm. Amura's eyes fluttered open and she saw that Amy was wiping a cloth over her fur.
"Amy, how did I get here?" Amura said.
"I used your horse to take you here."
"But why did you help me after I dropped you off a wall?"
"If you had not carried me from that wretched fort I would already be dead. So I figured I owed you one".
"Can you unhook these shackles"?
"No, Henry said not to let you loose until he thinks you can control yourself."
Amura just laid back and looked at the nearly full moon out the window. When Amy finished washing her arms and started on her legs Amura felt a tingle run through her body. Amy removed the sheet to reveal that Amura's skirt had been removed leaving her completely exposed. Amy gave her a sheepish grin when she started to clean around Amura's breasts. Amura smiled seductively and lifted her back off the bed, presenting her nipples.
"Be sure to get these extra clean."
Amy looked down at her, "You're a mischievous little kitty you know that."
Amura just purred as the cool cloth went across her breasts.
"So what's your name?" Amy asked as she caressed Amura's breasts.
"Amura" the tigress answered as she leaned forward and kissed Amy full on the mouth.
Amy lay across Amura's stretched out body and began exploring with her hands. Amura slid her tail into Amy's pussy, and she squealed in surprise. Amura moved her tail across her own pussie at the same time and their orgasms began to build. Amy sat up and ground their pussies together. Amura's breasts were in desperate need of attention but she couldn't bend over far enough to lick them. She laid her head back down and begged Amy for relief. Amy leaned down and carefully teased a nipple with her tongue. Amura arched her back until she was pulling on the bedposts and begged for more. Finally, Amy pulled their bodies tightly together as they began to reach the peak of carnal pleasure. When their breathing slowed, Amura kissed Amy tenderly. As the moon sank low in the sky, the girl and the cat slept together dreaming peacefully.\*\*
It was late into the next day by the time Amura convinced them to untie her. Henry left the room and Amura sat on the edge of the bed rubbing her chafed wrists. She felt terribly stiff after all of that laying around, but it was still better than she had been a few days ago. Amura slowly stood up stretching her body to its fullest. She heard her joints pop and she twisted her body to loosen up her back. Feeling as able as she was going to get, Amura walked over to the water basin and washed her face.
From her talks with Amy, Amura got the impression that her appearance would frighten the people around town. If she couldn't be seen in the town, then it was going to be very difficult to help Chenoa. Amy had taken another trip into town, and she came back with mixed news. Chenoa had been penned up in a cage, and was apparently thought to be some kind of animal or demon. *Chenoa in a cage...If I know the girl. They would be hard pressed to think that the bristling ball of fur and teeth was anything close to human*.
This time Amy came with some more news though. The people who had caught Chenoa were now trying to sell her. Amura didn't like the thought of that at all. If she couldn't get to Chenoa before she was hocked, things might get even more complicated. Amy had traded in Amura's sack of equipment, but it didn't raise close to enough money to purchase Chenoa's freedom. Amura sighed.
"Chenoa is starting to be an expensive person to have around."
Deciding that she couldn't wait around anymore, Amura wrapped herself up so tightly that nobody could see her furred body. As she pulled a heavy hood over her head, she realized that it pressed painfully against her ears. It couldn't be helped, so she started out. Amy told her where to go and Amura mounted Ember. Riding the horse was difficult, as her arm hurt terribly and she was still quite weak, but it wasn't very far to town.
When Amura got within view of the marketplace, she was rather perturbed. The place was nothing like she had expected. Vagrants lurked the filthy alleys. Guards stood at every checkpoint, eyeing the populace suspiciously. Amura kept her hood low, if they identified her, this place could become very dangerous, very fast. In the center of town, Amura saw a well-used scaffold. A chill went down her spine and she quickened her pace.
Eventually, Amura found the place where Chenoa was being kept. It was a dark building and had an odd smell to it. Amura tied her horse and went inside, avoiding getting too close to anyone. She made it out to the back lot and was confused to see several large cages. Amy hadn't described the place quite like this; *maybe there was something she had been hiding from me*. A quick check showed that the cages housed several different beings, beasts and exotic animals of all kinds. The cages were small and filthy, the very sight of it sickened Amura.
She finally found Chenoa, but at first Amura didn't recognize her; she looked just like all of the other animals, laying down shivering. Amura kneeled down and put her hands on the bars. Chenoa did look like a wild thing, beaten to such an extent that she no longer had the will to resist. Her fur was matted and very dirty. How could this have happened in just a few days? Amura wondered. Chenoa was barely conscious and didn't even acknowledge Amura's presence.
Suddenly, Amura was knocked to the ground. She gasped, landing on her hurt arm, and looked up at her attacker. A burly man stood above her holding a heavy club.
"Stay away from the merchandise!" As he spoke, he leaned forward, trying to see her face under the hood. He had an odd expression, and Amura feared that he had detected her true form.
Amura quickly turned away, holding her cloak tightly to her body.
After she left the place, Amura got on her horse and slowly trotted. She needed a plan. There was no way she could do anything of use like this. The trip back to Henry's house was depressing, but it gave her time to think. She needed to blend in with the townsfolk, and there was a way to do it. Some of her people had mastered a way to change their form to look human. In her youth, Amura had never seen a use for such a skill. Now it would be very useful. If she didn't have fur, they wouldn't take a second look at her. The only problem wasâ€"she didn't know how to change her form. It couldn't be too hard, but learning it herself would take time. Amura entered Henry's house, weary but more sure of herself.
Standing in the middle of the room and Amura tried to visualize herself without fur. By midnight, she had managed to make her hands look normal, but otherwise she didn't look any different. Exhausted, she went to sleep. The next morning she spent four hours trying to transform, but she just couldn't visualize herself as a human. Around noon, Amy found her sitting in the corner with furless arms and a depressed scowl.
"So... How's it go'in"?
"It only took me a few hours to learn how to turn to a tigress." Amura complained. "But I just can't visualize myself without fur."
Amy sat for a moment, "Why don't you try to imitate me?"
Amura brightened up, "that just might work."
Amy slipped out of her dress and sat on a chair where Amura could get a good view of her. Amura tried the spell, while keeping her eyes locked on Amy. Each time she tried it she got a little better. Finally, around dinnertime, Amura looked down at her body and saw pure clean skin.
"It worked, it worked perfectly", She exclaimed, excitedly hugging Amy.
Amy gave her a crooked sort of grin "um there's just one problem... your hair is blue."
Amura pulled a lock of hair in front of her face and frowned. "Darn it we'll just have to keep trying." After practicing for the rest of the day, Amura decided that inconvenient as it was, her hair would be blue forever. Finally, Amura and Amy went to bed.
The next morning was not good for concentration though. A mob of villagers had assembled outside and Henry came in to tell Amy the news.
Amura rubbed her eyes, apparently Henry didn't care why there were two naked girls in the bed; something more important was going on. With a little trouble, she figured out what was happening. The townsfolk had located the fort where there tormentors lived. They were a group of knights who on occasion would visit the villages, and burn them to the ground, looting anything of value. Amura could see vengeance in Amy's eyes, and she knew that these knights must have had something to do with Amy's village as well.
Amy got dressed and Amura slid on a loincloth before they proceeded outside. There was a great discussion going on at the time. A scout had gotten information about the fort, and the fighters were trying to sort things out. Apparently, the fort had a very high wall surrounding it, and the gate was sturdy. Getting in by force would not be plausible. Amura wasn't sure how she got herself into it, but she eventually became a focal point of the plan. Getting inside would be relatively simple for a single individual. She go in the middle of daylight, when security was weakest, and hide out in the nearby forest. Amura had to simply scale the wall and open the gate from inside. Amura had to admit that the plan was sketchy, but she had come up with most of it, and she wasn't a tactical person anyways.
Henry stopped her and reminded her that once the gate was open she should wait outside, this was not her fight, and untrained as she was, it would be too dangerous. She wanted to protest, but knew he had a point.
Some hours later, Amura leaned up against the stone wall. She had gotten this far without being seen, it wouldn't be much longer now. Stealthily, she scaled the stones and peeked over the top. Most of the knights were out of the fort for the moment, pillaging or something. There were only three guards by the gate, and they didn't look too smart. Amura looked at the two satchels on her waist. Now that she was actually doing it, this seemed like a stupid plan. Bracing herself, Amura threw one of the bags as far from the gate as she could. It landed on the roof of a shed and burst into flames. Before they got a chance to see what was going on, she threw the other satchel; this one went closer to the gate. A huge cloud of smoke ensued.
Seeing their building flaming, the guards rushed in that direction and began calling for help. In a matter of seconds, the gate was completely unguarded. Amura slid through the smoky confusion, and approached the gate. The mechanism was heavy but Amura got the gate open before she was noticed. The second she pushed the doors wide, a mass of rampaging villagers stormed in.
Her work done, Amura did as she was told and waited outside the walls. After wandering around for a bit, she investigated some tracks on the ground. She quickly got bored though, and started practicing transformation again. She was getting a lot better, and soon found herself quite capable of attaining a human form.
It was at this point she noticed something strange; her skin was no longer a pale pinkish color. It was bright red and it burned. Thinking she had done something wrong, Amura sat and pondered the problem. No matter what she did, the red wouldn't go away. If anything, it got worse.
It had been a couple of hours when she saw Amy approach her. She giggled at Amura but tried to keep her composure.
"First of all," Amy stated, "you should really wear a shirt if you are going to take human form, it will draw you a lot of attention otherwise."
Amura nodded, she now saw why human females wore clothing all of the time. With no fur, things became very revealing.
"Um..." Amura asked, "I can't understand it, why is my skin changing color?"
Amy couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing. Through tear-filled eyes, she choked out a reply.
"Oh you poor thing... that is what we normal folks call sunburn."
Amura sat perplexed, even with fighting going on in the background; it seemed that there was still some sweetness left to this world. Back to what Amy had said, Amura had to ask.
"How do I get rid of it?"
A very long explanation followed.\*\*
With the fighting was over, the villagers surprised Amura by offering her a reward for her services. It was in the form of a sizable bag of gold coins. Amura looked at the coins but hesitated, she truly believed that these people needed the money more than she. They wouldn't hear of it though, and literally forced her to accept the payment. It was getting late in the day, but Amura didn't have time to waste. She mounted Ember and rode to Henry's house. After getting dressed properly, and making sure everything was in order, she headed to town.
Things went very smoothly, and Amura was soon leaving the animal trade shop. She had acquired Chenoa for a modest price as she was looking ragged and customers didn't think she would be of much use. As she carried the half-unconscious vixen out the door and laid her over the back of the horse, Amura realized something. She would have to be careful so that people didn't realize Chenoa wasn't simply a servant/pet she had purchased. At the very least, they would have to avoid coming into town.
Amura spent the next few days nursing Chenoa back to health. Chenoa was a tough fox but being caged up had taken a toll on her.
Amura lay on the bed with Chenoa, and smiled down at her friend's face. Chenoa smiled back, but still a little weakly.
"You know what I would like?" Chenoa asked. "A little milk for breakfast"
Amura slowly petted her friend's head and leaned backwards baring her breasts.
"Help yourself" she replied.
Amura held her arm around Chenoa and sighed as her friend crawled up over her. While Chenoa suckled Amura's nipple, Amura closed her eyes and relaxed. At least things were going a lot better than usual.
Just as Amura was getting sleepy, Amy walked into the room. Amy gasped at the sight before her and didn't seem to know how to react. Seeing the girl's confusion, Amura waved her in. Amy sat down singularly amazed as she watched what Chenoa was doing.
Regaining her composure, the girl spoke to Amura. "First of all, this is another one of those things you will have to be careful about if you want to fit in." She hesitantly pointed toward Chenoa." The reason I came here is that I have some good news. You asked where you could get some training, and I spoke with our warriors. They would be glad to help, and will offer combat training at a modest fee. I also checked out your question of where to obtain sorcery training, and there is good news. Not far from here is a decent town that has many opportunities for novice sorcerers. Moreover, since they are somewhat secluded, I hear that they don't have a problem with odd folks. There may even be some of your people living there, but I could only get so much information."
Amura nodded and kissed Amy's forehead, "thank for your help, I really appreciate it."
Amy just shrugged. "No problem."
They stayed for a few more weeks after Chenoa was feeling better, and Chenoa spent most of that time training with the warriors. Amura even did some training as well, but melee fighting just wasn't her strong point
On the final days, Amura decided that they needed to go into town once more to acquire some necessary goods, and then it would be time to move on. Amura turned to Chenoa and grinned, "You are going to need a leash while we are in town."
Chenoa raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What?"
Amura smiled, "when I rescued you from that animal dealer they assumed I was buying a pet. We're just going to let them keep thinking that."
Chenoa looked at her shrewdly "ah ha, keep them guessing. Well, it will probably be fun anyway."
Amura had no trouble tying a leather strap to Chenoa's collar. Once the look was authentic, they entered town. Chenoa had to walk on all fours, so Amura tried to stay on the sidewalk. On their way through town, they were watched suspiciously. By the time that they reached an outfitter, Chenoa was very displeased with how dirty her hands had become. Amura was relieved to find that the store had a clean floor.
The storekeeper approached them and declared, "No animals inside, you'll have to tie your beast on the walk." Amura saw her friend look distastefully toward the filthy sidewalk.
Amura leaned close enough that no one else could hear, "It's not that bad Chenoa, just wait here a couple minutes for me to get some supplies."
While Amura was picking out some dried foods and a saddle, she saw several children eying Chenoa warily. Chenoa seemed to enjoy snapping and growling at any one of them that got too close. Amura made her purchases and retrieved Chenoa. On their way out of town, Amura saw a clothing store. One look at the ragged clothing she was currently wearing was enough to make her enter the store. The owners didn't mind having Chenoa in the store; in fact, one of the seamstresses walked over and petted her on the head. Chenoa just sat on the floor with a grin on her face, happy as a puppy. Amura on the other hand, had found a robe that looked very good with her blue hair. After getting the robe fitted, Amura took a couple of minutes to admire her reflection. Finally satisfied, she made the purchase, and they headed out of town. When they reached the village, they packed their supplies on Ember and prepared to head out. Amy hugged Amura warmly and gave her a passionate kiss goodbye. Amura saw Amy watching them as they began their journey.
Amura traveled in human form in an attempt to avoid suspicion. She was pleased to find that her new robe was very comfortable to wear while riding a horse. After a couple hours of riding, Chenoa was sleeping with her head on Amura's shoulder. Amura was leading the horse, but the new saddle had been freshly oiled, and moist leather rubbed against her bare skin. Amura was just enjoying the sensations when she slid forward against the pommel and got an idea. The pommel was smooth leather with a wider ridge at the top; it was shaped almost identical to a horse's cock.
Moving carefully so she wouldn't wake Chenoa, Amura raised herself above the pommel, and then sensuously lowered her body, letting the warm leather slide into her. When she reached the bottom, she gasped loud enough that she almost woke Chenoa. Amura let the motion of the horse drive her to ecstasy. When she orgasmed, a moan escaped her throat. The ruckus finally woke Chenoa.
Chenoa opened her eyes sleepily and rubbed her cheek against Amura's "Amura do you need to take a break, your face is all sweaty."
It was then that Amura realized that she was moist all over. She hadn't realized that her body would be overheated during orgasm while in human form. Amura was just about to tell Chenoa not to worry, when she saw someone coming down the road. Chenoa was wearing Amura's old robe, so she pulled the hood tightly over her face. When the traveler pulled up next to them, Amura was glad that her robe was covering up the pommel inside her.
The knight walked his horse over to them, "I thought this was a deserted road, but you're the second person I have met today."
"Do you have news of the road ahead?" Amura inquired.
"Yes it's dark and full of wild beasts. You know I used to have a helmet, but some creature or another pulled it from my head in an attempt to slay me." He answered.
Amura looked at him proudly "I can deal with wild animals. I just wanted to be sure there were no thieves prowling the trail."
The knight smiled "no, I cannot give you any information about thieves, but there is a young woman up ahead traveling in the same direction as you. She was an odd one though, had ears on top of her head, like a cat. She was a lot like you, liked to sit on the front of her saddle too, and said it was invigorating. Well I must be moving on ta-ta."
Amura just blushed as the knight rode away. Any response she might have given was taken away as another orgasm rushed through her body.
Chenoa looked at Amura "what did he mean about sitting on the front of the saddle."
Amura just laughed "I'll tell you about it when it's your turn to steer the horse." They rode on; hoping to catch up with the woman the knight had spoken of.
Sometime later, Amura caught sight of a figure. As she neared, Amura saw that the person did indeed have catlike ears. Amura noticed something else as well, a flicker of motion at the hem of the girl's dress, a tail even. How the girl could have such features and still not be one of the Catrai? Amura didn't really know how that was possible, but it aroused her curiosity. Amura hailed the rider and rode up beside her.
The girl stared at Amura, with piercing yellow eyes. Amura smiled back to put her at ease. In a few minutes, they were riding together engaged in conversation. The girl said that her name was Neko, and that she too seeking the path of a sorceress. Amura smiled, it seemed that she had been able to make a friend around here already.
Once the knight was sure Amura was out of sight, he stopped his horse.
"Elvira it is time".
A red fox seemed to melt from the underbrush. As she approached the knight, her features became more humanlike. She was Kanin like Chenoa, but her fur was red with black tattoo-like marks down her sides.
"The tower is ready. I only pray we are doing the right thing. After What happened with Samantha..." Her voice broke.
"I know the consequence only too well." The knight too had transformed. His face had taken on the bestial aspects of a black panther.
"Then Pardus, let us pray that Amura can do what we have both failed to accomplish. Kill Samantha and end this nightmare my life has become!"
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Training
The trio reached a gate by mid-afternoon. Amura thought that it was strange that she saw nobody guarding the gate. She pushed the unlocked gate open and investigated the premises. After a fruitless search, Amura stood looking at the tower. Squinting her eyes, She watched a small crack open in the side of the stone structure. In moments an entire doorway had appeared. Two cloaked figures hovered ominously in the entryway.
"Amura, daughter of Catherine. Come forth".
Confused and now a little scared, Amura waited for Neko to step at her side before she preceded.
"Only you Amura; the other girl must stay back."
"You can act as mysterious as you want. She comes or I don't".
The figures turned toward eachother whispering. "what now". "let them both in. what harm can it do." "very well".
The figures turned back to Amura, "It has been decided. You both may enter."
Smirking, Amura walked in, followed by Neko. The door sealed tightly behind them.
Outside, Chenoa began hammering on the wall. After a fruitless hour, she relented with nothing to show for it other than bruised fingers.
"What about Chenoa".
"She will be sent to a nearby town. Now if you still want training, stop asking questions".\*\*
Amura walked slowly down the cobblestone path. She was very tired, but still had more to do tomorrow. Ah, this training was more difficult than she had anticipated, but nevertheless, she enjoyed the learning. If she ever planned to become much of an adventurer, she would have to be well prepared. Amura didn't feel like an adventurer at the moment though, she just felt exhausted.
The teachers here never showed themselves to Neko or Amura, they just came by, shrouded in their cloaks, and dropped off notes in Amura and Neko's shared room. From the notes, they had learned various incantations. Those involving healing, Amura never managed to use very well, but Neko excelled at them.
Still shuffling her feet, Amura second-handedly noticed a figure up ahead. As she passed by, she got a strange feeling from the person; immediately suspicious she turned to get a better look.
There was nobody there... confused, Amura stood a little straighter and tried to focus. Still, there were little more than shadows to be seen.
Amura gasped as clawed hands gripped her shoulders. She tried to break free but the unknown figure held her tightly. Just as Amura was wondering what she was going to do, another personage melded from the shadows in front of her. Further discombobulated, Amura forget about the arms holding her in place, as she watched this new figure draw closer. It was very dark out, but Amura's night vision was excellent, showing her that the figure was actually a young woman. The woman stood before Amura and smiled reassuringly.
"Who are...?" Amura began. The woman quickly put her finger to Amura's lips, silencing her with a, "shhh, tigress."
Amura started to get worried, she had no control over this situation, and everything was too confusing. She began to resist against the grip of the one holding her, but was again silenced when the young woman drew her hand along Amura's neck softly. Amura stood still again, feeling the caress, but not comprehending. Amura felt powerless, and didn't move an inch as the female drew closer putting her hands against both sides of Amura's face. Amura could see that the woman's eyes were a glowing gold color and faintly realized that she was a Catrai, no, a Kanin.
The woman smiled again, then leaned forward and kissed her fully on the lips. Amura gasped, feeling her knees weaken as the woman's soft lips pressed against her own. Faintly, but as only a whisper in the back of her mind, Amura started to understand that there was some kind of magic going on here; that was her last thought before she fell from consciousness.\*\*
Amura awoke and spent a moment trying to figure out where she was. She attempted to rub her eyes, but found that her wrists were shackled, limiting her movement severely. A quick inspection showed that her ankles were in a similar state. Furthermore, it proved ultimately impossible for her to free herself. As a side note, she also realized that her clothes were gone. Unable to reason out why she was so restrained, Amura growled.
There was a movement from the corner of her eye and Amura saw a dark figure stand up. He drew closer and Amura had a good idea that he was the one who had grabbed her the night before. More movement and a second person came into view; this was the young woman. It was dark in the room but Amura did notice the female give the first a submissive bow before leaving. Strange things were afoot here. The man came closer and Amura realized that he was not as old as Amura had thought. In fact, he couldn't be a great deal older than she was. He stood on the edge of the bed and focused on her.
"Awake I see." Pardus stated. Amura could now see that he had jet-black fur and was Catrai as well.
"Who are you?" she demanded. He didn't flinch at that but simply smiled.
"My name is unimportant dear kitten," he replied. "What is of importance is what I have to offer you. I have been watching you and believe that you have tremendous potential. I offer you two choices, accept the powers that I offer willingly, or take them unwillingly. They are things that you will appreciate during the trials ahead, and I do insist that you take advantage of my offer."
Amura was perplexed but something was strange about this, why had she been kidnapped if this was supposed to be something to help her out? Getting worried she exclaimed, "You are one of the dark ones aren't you?"
"No... Not anymore," he replied simply. "I traveled with them for a time, and did learn much of the evil that is possible with the powers we possess, but I think that even more good can come from it. The things I have to offer you are perhaps somewhere in-between, but for you they will be used for good; I am certain of that. Enough talk though, we must begin. Time is not on our side." He then turned to walk away.
"Wait!"Amura exclaimed, "What are you doing? I never agreed to anything yet!" Even as she said this, Amura realized something troubling. She actually trusted this person, and she was interested in the enigmatic things that he offered. He reappeared, but before she had a moment to speak, she took notice of something that frightened her.
He stood poised with a black snake coiled around his arm.
"First, young tigress, you must learn to use the power of all creatures. They are yours to command, it is one of your gifts, but they can also be used to exaggerate your strengths. For now, take the power of the serpent, may it serve you well in the future."
Amura screamed in distress as he lowered the snake to the bed and it coiled around her leg. He began a mysterious enchantment and she felt the marks on her arm glow. Something was going on indeed, but she wasn't sure that she liked it. Amura cringed as the serpent crept up the length of her body. She was helplessly chained down with no means of escape, but that didn't keep her from resisting. It moved further up and she shuddered as the snake slid up between her breasts. It moved closer and closer coiling near her neck. Amura looked at the black thing, now feeling quite afraid. It drew back and she cringed knowing that it was about to strike. It did indeed strike, and Amura caterwauled at the top of her lungs, pulling the shackle taunt as she felt fangs sink into her neck. It hurt severely and she could feel the venom burning through her veins. Everything became too much, consciousness faded from her once again. She wondered if this time she was dying.
Then... she awoke. Amura found that she was still on the bed, but the infernal serpent was gone. Her neck hurt though, and she felt odd. Why had he been casting a spell when the snake bit her? She was more confused than ever now. At least she was still alive, for now anyway. Amura screamed in surprise as she realized that the man was still next to her bed.
"How do you feel?" Amura wanted to give a very sarcastic remark. Something like; she felt just how anyone would after being bitten by a venomous snake, but then she stalled. She actually didn't feel bad at all. The man laughed at her confusion and spoke again.
"I am sure you feel quite fine, you may not know it yet, but you have overcome the power of venom and I do not lie. From this point on you shall no longer fear the serpent, as he is your ally as much as any other animal. As a bonus, I allowed you a special thing that I learned some time ago. Feel your fangs tigress, do you notice something?" Amura drew her tongue over her fangs, and yes, she did notice something strange. It was as if the tips each had a small pinhole.
"I have given you the power to not only bite your enemies and tear their flesh, but to do as the serpent and overcome them with venom, rendering them harmless." He drew a claw against the surface of her tooth and she had an idea, why not see how good this new weapon worked. In an instant she struck, biting his arm. She was quickly reprimanded as he backhanded her across the jaw, knocking her dizzy. That was it though; he simply licked his bleeding arm and smiled.
"Silly tigress, I too am immune to the venom, it poses no danger to my health." Amura realized that he had a point, she immediately felt sorry, but he had already disappeared.
Amura was left to think for a while, but never full straightened out her own thoughts. Why was she sorry for biting him? She was the one chained up against her will, being subject to who knows what. Damn, it made no sense.
Eventually the vixen came into view. Amura was quiet and tried to be good, hoping not to be hit again. The female spoke in a gentle yet dark manner.
"Young tigress" she called, "I too have a gift to offer you, and this is the most powerful of all you might obtain in your entire life. You have a special way about you, it is one of your inherent abilities to bring arousal and cause temptation. The Catrai would say that when you walk about, you draw the others as if you were in heat, but when you are in heat, nothing compares. This is magic my dear. It is carnal magic of a sort, but can be performed without a touch sometimes.
Your true strength is in physical contact though. You must practice these things for they are not the skills of a novice. One thing I can teach you the fast way, but others will take training. We will do the fast one first. It is a power that you will be glad to have obtained I assure you."
Amura didn't know what to say, so she simply stayed quiet. The female called into the darkness and Amura sat in silence for some moments. Just as she was entertaining thoughts that the vixen must have forgotten to come back, there was a strange sound. From the opposite corner of the room, an area so dark Amura herself could not see it with her cat's eyes, there was a padding of heavy feet. A wet intake of breath caught her attention, and Amura pricked her ears. Something was approaching her from the blackness.
When the being came into view, Amura gasped in utter surprise. It was unlike any animal she had ever seen before. It retained the appearance of a wolf, but had three heads upon its shoulders and its breath felt hot as steam. "Do your work boy," the vixen cooed.
Amura saw the beast grin as it moved closer and drew its forepaws onto the bed. As the man had done earlier, the vixen began some sort of enchantment whilst watching. The beast climbed up further and snorted a breath hot enough to make Amura worry that her fur might be singed. Then she saw something else, and she started to get scared. Underneath his large canine chest, she spotted three long phalluses hanging down. She had no doubt that the beast intended to mate her, but she really wasn't so sure that she wanted to comply. Another attempt at pulling free showed Amura what she already knew, this was going to happen and there was nothing she could do about it.
Amura mewled meekly as the beast drew down on her. She felt the three large dicks push between her legs and she cried out in vain. They were hot, so hot that they burned against her flesh making her writhe in discomfort as she was slowly penetrated. Amura didn't know how it was going to fit so much into her, but it did. As Amura felt the three huge knots force their way in, tears fill her eyes. It hurt so much, but it also felt so good. The animal's members, like three burning pistons, began to pump her.
Now with it's shafts fully inside of her body, the creature was thrusting without abandon. It hurt and felt like she was being stretched past her limits. It felt as if Amura's entire body were being raped and taken. She could hardly breathe and knew that she was trapped, the vixen would not help her. A tear formed at the edge of Amura's eye, but she remained stolid and silent.
It was still becoming too much and the thing's dicks were just so hot that Amura had to use the little breath she retained in order to pant. She wanted to just have it be done with it was too much. Amura was feeling dizzy and the world grayed around her again. The beast growled down at her dominantly and searing hot spittle dripped onto her arm. Unable to take it, she slid into a half-conscious state. She was starting to think that these incantations were drawing at her energy as well.
Upon waking, Amura realized that the woman was sitting by her side with a concerned expression. Seeing that Amura was alright, the vixen smiled with relief.
"It is done dearest," she said. "From now on, you have gained a special power. Whatever being you couple with, as long as they are more powerful than you in some way, you will gain a portion of that power. It is useful indeed and I must say that I have personally tested it out and seen that it works well. Never will you find a more efficient way to train your magery skills. How you decide to use this power is entirely up to you. Let us now hasten though, because I have much to teach you." Amura gave the woman a quizzical look and realized that she was about the same age as the male had been. Amura lay still as the female hooked a chain to her collar then proceeded to undo the shackles holding her to the bed.
Once Amura was free, the woman led her by the collar, like a dog really but Amura was too dumbfounded to think much of it. Finally, the female hooked the opposite end of the chain to a hook on the wall, and lay next to Amura.
"Come come tigress," she purred. "I have much to teach you about carnal magics, the power of a lustful touch and more. I shall teach you to bring down your foes with a single kiss, and that is only the beginning." Amura came willingly and started to wonder if this was some sort of dream.\*\*
She had no idea how long it had been, but Amura did know that she had learned a lot. She lived her days chained up naked, in a place that she didn't know, but that didn't matter. Her waking moments were all spent with constant training. The female was most interesting though. She taught Amura some exceedingly wonderful things, and much pleasure came from their training sessions. At first, Amura's vision had been clouded by the woman's powerful charms, but as the two of them became more like actual friends, Amura knew that it was not a charm or a hex that the woman was putting on her. She really liked the woman's company. As such, Amura had an idea that some of the bodily pleasures that the woman gave her were not critical to the training, but friends did like to make each other feel pleasure so it was only fair.
Amura was actually saddened when the day finally came. The male came to her silently.
"It is time".
Amura didn't have a chance to answer, before he unhooked her steel collar and it slid from her neck. She had spent so much time chained like an animal that she had trouble understanding. A door opened on the opposite side of the room and Amura shied away from the light. She hadn't seen the sun in many days, and had forgotten how bright it was. Amura glanced back and found that she was alone in the room.
Her new acquaintances were gone. They had accomplished what they had come for, and moved on, but she felt that they would cross paths again. She knew that everything they had done was necessary, as their time was too limited to explain everything to her one piece at a time. Amura sighed. It was time to get back and see where her other friends were. Also, she had to find out how long she had been away, learning of the darker magics. True, she had learned things here that she would never be able to tell the "official" mage schools about, but she felt they were still good things to know.
She felt more powerful, more enlightened so to speak. She was prepared now; prepared to really do something.
Amura started walking forward with a devious grin. Chenoa was about to learn a few new things about pleasure in the coming nights.
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Sorceress
It was one week later. Amura, Chenoa, and Neko sat at the table discussing their next move. They were completely out of funds, and even getting something to eat seemed a challenge. Luckily enough, they had obtained the training that they came for. Amura had been extremely busy trying to catch up with the things she had missed during her extra training session, but she was well prepared now. No amount of consoling could settle Chenoa who was still incensed about being locked out of the mage's tower. They had chanced upon a bit of luck though. Chenoa had found a job for them.
It was a seemingly simple contract. There was a very annoying wizard up in the forest. She was hiding in an abandoned fortress, and was all alone. All their group had to do was capture her. If she wouldn't go willingly, they had permission to take her back dead. After discussing it among themselves, they decided it was time to leave.
It wasn't the easiest trip as the road was grown over, but they made it to the place by nightfall. There was a very high outer-wall surrounding the fortress, and a gateless front entrance. Chenoa dismounted, It was very quiet, not another soul around.
"Alright," Chenoa called. Let's look inside. She walked forward through the entrance. Inexplicably she seemed to collide with the air as she tried to go through the entrance. Falling onto her rear, Chenoa rubbed her nose. She looked back up at the entrance miffed, and tried to reason out this strange happening.
"The entrance is shielded," Amura explained. Getting off her horse, she helped Chenoa up. With her hands outstretched, Amura approached the entrance. She felt a warm solidity and found that it did indeed cover the entire entrance, blocking their progression. Amura looked up at the wall; it was extremely high. Even so, she was a good climber and felt that she could scale it well enough.
"I'm going to go up and take a look." Amura disrobed, and grabbed onto the nearest brick to start climbing.
About twenty-five feet up, she encountered trouble. A large vulture took a dive at her. Amura managed to avoid it, but another one came from the opposite side. She immediately knew that something was wrong, these animals must be under some sort of enchantment. Obviously, they had been set up as a defense against trespassers.
While trying to shoo the birds, she lost her grip and slid down, barely catching a hold in her free hand. Just as she was trying to get her feet back onto something, one of the birds viciously bit her wrist. Amura cried out and let go.
Amura hit the ground, landing hard. The breath was knocked out of her, and it felt like she had severely sprained her ankle. Tigers were not meant to fall from such heights it seemed.
"HOLY HELL!" Chenoa cried out as she ran to help Amura.
Once it was determined that she would be okay and nothing was broken, Amura looked back up with narrowed eyes. It seemed that they would not be able to get in so easily. Her ankle did hurt though, and it impeded her movement considerably.
"Can you open the entrance?" Neko asked.
Amura thought about it. "Probably, but I would have to stay here, as it will take a great deal of my concentration to do it."
She saw Chenoa give a displeased look concerning the thought of Amura staying behind, but she too agreed. Once Chenoa and Neko were prepared, Amura sat in front of the entrance and began clearing the way.
In a moment, the air began to glow softly. Amura clenched her teeth, and focused. Soon the glow faded and Amura motioned for Chenoa and Neko to proceed. They went through, and just as Chenoa turned to look back, Amura heard something off to the side. It broke her concentration and the way closed again.
Before she had time to react, Amura was hit hard, rolling sideways. She attempted to defend herself, but a large cat had pinned her. Its jaws were around her throat and she was losing strength quickly. Desperate, she beat at it with her bare hands. Her choked screams carried through the wilderness.\*\*
Chenoa had just gone through the entrance when she knew something was wrong. She turned back in time to see a large feline pounce on Amura, knocking her out of sight.
Chenoa hurried back, but the wall of air had returned now that Amura wasn't holding it open. Chenoa beat on the infernal barrier, but was stopped when she heard Neko's warning.
"Chenoa! We're in trouble!" Neko called.
Chenoa spun around to see Neko draw her bow and aim at a swarm of vultures. As the birds began to bear down on them, Neko fired repeatedly, bring down several of them.
Chenoa, drew her sword.
"The damnable birds are coming fast and hard." Slashing wildly, Chenoa had little difficulty taking them down. "There are too many of the little buggers".
"Augh", Neko cried out in distress.
Chenoa turned to see several of the birds slashing at the girl's face and body. Before Chenoa could interfere, she was assailed from behind and fell to her knees trying to get one of them off her back. Thrusting blindly backwards with her little sword, she managed to get the thing off, but felt a burning and feared that her back was badly cut.
She looked ahead, and saw Neko crawling on the ground with one of the birds attacking her face. She saw Neko pull a dagger from her boot. While Neko used the blade to eviscerate the bird, Chenoa rushed forward and knocked the other ones off. Gasping for breath, Chenoa helped the girl to her feet.
"Are you okay?" Chenoa held Neko's shoulders. The girl nodded, but her bloodied face showed that she was definitely hurt. Chenoa quickly hefted her sword and cut down another bird, then looked ahead.
"We have to get out of the open," Neko urged. Desperately, they fought their way towards the large central tower. Chenoa was doing well with her sword and noticed that Neko was becoming very accurate with the bow while also becoming proficient at fending the birds off with the dagger at close range.
Seeing the door to the tower, and knowing that it was probably locked, Chenoa ran at full speed and rammed against it. She heard the wood split, and it almost opened. Charging ahead one more time, Chenoa knocked the door open and pulled Neko inside. After barricading the door as best she could, Chenoa looked ahead. It was a small room with a spiral staircase twisting upwards.
"I guess the only way to go is up," Chenoa stated. First though, they made sure that everything was ready. Chenoa was not much of a healer, but at least Neko had some very decent skills. Even so, the girl had deep cuts on her face, and needed better medical attention. Chenoa herself needed aid of a healer, as her back was really hurting and bloody, but she ignored it for the moment not wanting Neko to waste time on her yet. Chenoa looked in the very center of the room and saw a dried out body. Apparently, some adventurer had fallen down the center of the stairwell. She did not like the thought of that very much.
After gathering what little she could of use from his possessions, Chenoa noticed a slight shine from the corner of her vision. Checking it out, she found a tarnished claymore lying on the floor. Chenoa picked up the sword and wiped the dust off, but was unhappy to see a crack about halfway down the length of the blade. Even so, she decided to keep it because it seemed very well made; in fact, one of the most finely crafted swords she had seen. Also, the inscriptions were of an ancient language it seemed, so she had no idea how old the thing was. If they could get it repaired, it might be a very worthwhile weapon. After strapping the sword to her back, Chenoa studied the staircase.
"Come on Neko, we're going up."
The climb was long and hard. After a short time, Chenoa knew why the person had fallen. The stairway was so deteriorated that many pieces were loose, and a false step could easily prove dangerous. Carefully making her way up, Chenoa helped Neko across the wide gaps. As they neared the top, she remained as quiet as possible, looking for any sign of an enemy. There was no door, but rather the stairs opened to the room above.
Creeping silently, they spotted an aged woman sitting in the middle of the room. She was murmuring under her breath and her eyes were closed. Chenoa wasn't sure what the woman was doing, but she didn't like it. Chenoa sneaked a bit closer, drawing her sword in case there was trouble.
Suddenly the woman's eyes opened. Before Chenoa could react, a bolt of lightning shot from the woman's fingertips. Chenoa was hit hard, falling to the floor. Her fur was singed and she had trouble breathing. Just as Chenoa climbed to her feet, she saw Neko pull out her bow and release an arrow. The arrow disintegrated in mid-air though, and Neko was knocked back by another electric bolt.
Chenoa sprang to her feet, and rushed forward. This time, when she saw the bolt of lightning, she swung forward to deflect it with her little sword. To her surprise, the sword exploded sending a shower of metal in every direction. Chenoa fell down unable even to scream, as her hands were full of metal shards.
Luckily, though, Neko got the old woman's attention before she took advantage of Chenoa's weakened state. Chenoa wondered why Neko was drawing another arrow when the first had been easily destroyed. To Chenoa's surprise, the arrow began to glow in Neko's hand, and by the time she fired it, it looked like it was burning with silver fire. Neko's enchanted arrow was not so easily stopped, and sank into the old woman's arm.
Seeing a turn in the tide, Chenoa stood up and pulled the claymore from her back. Steel shard sand deep into her flesh as she gripped the handle. Blood dripped from Chenoa's hands as she howled, more from desperation than pain, and rushed her opponent. Surprisingly, the old woman was not completely incapacitated by the shaft in her arm. She shot another lightning bolt at Chenoa. As before, Chenoa tried to block it. This time though, it worked. The ancient sword held up to the blast, and even deflected a bit of it back at the attacker. Chenoa smiled.
"Ha!" she exclaimed.
Then the crack split, and the top half of the sword clattered to the stone floor. Angered, Chenoa swung at the old woman. ... It was like hitting air, as the woman appeared beside her. Chenoa received a shockwave to the side over the head and lost her balance. Before she could attack the old woman again, the woman simply made a glowing door out of nowhere and walked through it. When the door shut, it disappeared.
"Huh?" Chenoa asked in confusion. "That's not fair, she ran away."
"Are you okay?" Neko asked, coming in behind Chenoa.
"Yeah, I'm fi..." Chenoa dropped her sword and realized that she was bleeding everywhere. "I don't know..." Chenoa slowly sank to the floor.
Neko worked feverishly, binding Chenoa's wounds. A sound from behind gave her a start. Turning, she saw a large white lion nearing them.\*\*
With her last conscious breath, Amura bit down on the leopard's neck and let the poison flow from her fangs.
She was very surprised to wake up alive. She pried her neck free from the jaws of the lifeless leopard, then sat and rubbed her sore throat. Amura wondered why she hadn't been able to use a charm on the animal; perhaps the wizard that was controlling the birds and the gate had been controlling the leopard too.
Suddenly something very strange happened; the leopard's body began to change before her eyes. In a matter of seconds, it was no longer a leopard but rather a jaguar. Not only was it now a jaguar but it was alive again and coming at her. Amura barely had time to roll out of the way, as the cat lunged. The cat's jaw clamped on thin air and Amura took off running, though she limped badly on her hurt foot.
She was trying to think of a spell that would help the situation but she was still dizzy from being unconscious earlier. She saw their horses up ahead and an idea came to mind. Neko kept an extra bow and some arrows in the satchel on her horse. *That weapon would be very nice to have right about now*. While running, she looked behind her and cast a spell, sending out a shockwave that knocked the jaguar over. She took advantage of her pursuer's predicament and leapt forward onto the back of the horse.
Taking at a gallop, Amura gathered some weapons. She found a dagger, a short bow, and twelve arrows. Amura sat sidesaddle and began shooting arrows at the cat behind them. Unfortunately Amura was a very bad shot, out of the first six arrows she had hit the cat once in the shoulder barely slowing it down, but she had cut her left wrist with the bowstring four times and had hit the horse as well.
Hitting the horse with an arrow turned out to be a good thing because it began moving much faster; nonetheless Amura was still grumbling under her breath. Her tenth arrow hit the cat in the chest; it began slowing down as it coughed blood from a lung wound. Amura left arm was soaked with blood from the cuts on her wrist, but she clenched her teeth and prepared to deliver the killing shot. Instead of killing her pursuer, she hit her arm with the bowstring again and howled in pain and desperation as she dropped her bow to the ground.
Amura thought that maybe she could ride around until the jaguar bled to death, and she was in the process of doing just that when the horse collided with part of the barrier surrounding the fortress. Amura fell to the ground and in a matter of seconds; the jaguar leapt and sunk its fangs into the horse's throat.
Amura lay on the ground dazed from the impact. Looking up, she saw the dying horse falling in her direction, she desperately tried to move, but she was on her back and just couldn't get out of the way.
Amura felt tears welling in her eyes, the horse had fallen on her, pinning her to the spot. The cat climbed onto the horse and looked at Amura, its prey.
In the moonlight, she realized that the jaguar had white fur but there were long streaks of red flowing from where the arrow had pierced its chest. The cat took each step toward her grudgingly as if a cruel master commanded it. The cat lined up its target and pounced. There was a glimmer of steel as Amura swung the dagger upward sinking it into the jaguar's heart. With a low mewl it fell to Amura's side and lay still.
Amura was in bad shape, her legs felt broken but she wouldn't know for sure until she got the horse off her.
Amura was looking at the stars wondering how Chenoa and Neko were going to be able to find her, and then something caught her attention. The jaguar didn't have spots anymore; it was pure white. To her dismay, the cat stood up, its flowing mane reflecting the starlight. She looked to see the arrow and the dagger lying on the ground out of her reach. The cat looked at her; it had become a lion and would soon be her executioner.
Amura moaned, "It's not fair, it's just not fair".
The cat grabbed her shoulder in its jaws and bit down, its fangs sliced clear through. With a hard pull, it yanked Amura out from under the horse. Amura screamed from a pain like she had never felt before in her life. Suddenly there was a loud whoosh and the shield around the fortress disintegrated.
The lion softly placed Amura on the ground and began to lick her wounds. Amura was confused at first, but then she noticed something, the lion was moving of its own free will, with a certain grace. Amura looked up and spoke in the language of the felines
"Find my friends I need their help".
With a look that told Amura that he would rather stay with her, the lion bounded into the fortress.
Not much later Amura saw the lion returning, with an angry sword-wielding vixen hot on his tail.
Neko wasn't far behind and when she spotted Amura, she rushed over to help. While Neko was busy healing her wounds, Amura called out and told Chenoa to stop trying to stab the lion. Chenoa looked over and recognized Amura. A relieved smile came over Chenoa's face as she came to Amura's side. Chenoa eyed the lion suspiciously while Amura told them what had happened. Amura was displeased that the witch had gotten away but that did explain how all the magical defenses disappeared.
When her wounds were mostly healed, Amura stood up and they decided to look in the tower for anything valuable. It was then that Neko found out what had happened to her horse.
"AAAAAAAAAAhhh."
The look on Neko's face would have caused Amura to burst out laughing under any other circumstances.
Amura was tired and cold, *why does everything in the world have to hurt*.. She had lost her cloak in the woods while running from the cat and she had nothing to cover her body. She was about to ascend the rickety staircase when the cat took her hand in his mouth and stopped her.
Amura stood there confused until the cat walked over and pulled a shackle on the wall. Soon, a faintly glowing magical staircase appeared floating just above the broken one.
Chenoa looked at the cat and rolled her eyes "Oh, now you tell us".
In the room where Chenoa and Neko had fought, they found a doorway leading into a bedroom. In the bedroom, there were several spell books, and a piece of armor designed to cover one's heart. The armor had a hook on the back where you could mount a bow and a quiver, so Neko decided to keep it.
Amura checked a travel trunk over by the wall. In the trunk was a beautiful robe. The inside of the robe was lined with snow leopard fur and the outside was darkly colored almost black with a deep purple collar and sash. Amura tried it on and purred. The fur lining felt absolutely wonderful against her own fur. When she tied the sash, the robe conformed to fit her body.
There was also a small stash of gold coins at the bottom of the trunk; Amura tucked them into a pocket on the robe. Meanwhile Chenoa was excitedly pointing out the window. Amura looked and saw a carriage by one of the buildings downstairs. They took everything from the tower and brought it with them to the carriage. As soon as they had hooked Ember up to the carriage, they began heading back to town.
There was plenty of room inside the carriage for Amura, Neko, Chenoa, and the cat. While they were riding, Amura noticed that the lion had a collar made of a thin white gold chain, and there was a plate on the collar with Xenosmilus inscribed on it.
"Well Xeno, at least we know what to call you now".
The carriage didn't have any seats, the floor was a soft pad about twelve feet by eight, and there were several soft pillows strewn about. Chenoa was driving and Neko was sitting on the roof making arrows. Lying on the floor petting Xeno, Amura noticed that his mane seemed less puffy.
She looked at him and found that he had changed to a white tiger. Amura thought about how she had been able to assume the powers of those that she had mated. Xeno would be very helpful to her if she intended to master the art of transformation.
Amura untied the sash on her robe and lay back invitingly. Xeno inhaled her scent and stood over her body. Amura rubbed her nipples and licked them while motioning for him to do the same.
He obliged and teased her breasts with his rough tongue paying special attention to her nipples.
Amura tousled his mane with her hands and held him to her breasts,whispering in his ear. "Make me your mate".
Xeno's dagger-like penis slid from its sheath. As he moved forward, Amura's body was pressed against the fur lining of her robe. She let out a small gasp when the head of his tool slid across her pussie. It felt incredibly warm against the cold night air coming through the carriage window.
He pulled back to realign himself, and then thrust forward impaling Amura. She purred letting him have his way with her. As their pleasure rose, they began kissing swirling their tongues together. With each thrust, small moans escaped Amura's mouth along with her purrs. She held him close, as an orgasm flowed through her. Unbeknownst to her, not only the stripes on her arm were glowing, but all the stripes on her body were burning fiercely with a blue light.
Her animalistic tiger side took over as she arched her back and roared. She cried out and he let loose into her filling her with feline cum. Amura felt the hot seed burst powerfully into her body. She lay helpless and let him dominate her as she enjoyed the pleasure and magic flowing through her body.
When she caught her breath Amura looked up to see Neko's smiling face hanging upside down in the window. The blue light was reflected in her eyes making them shine. Xeno was worn out, Amura laid back, and let the warmth wash through her. Xeno dismounted and transformed into his lion form.
Once he was finished transforming he looked completely refreshed and Amura realized that he had a throbbing erection. He mounted her and fucked her like the wild animal he was. Amura's orgasm didn't have time to subside; instead, it just grew stronger until the next one overtook it.
She clawed at his back humping her body against his cock. Amura was wild and screaming, her hair thrown in her face. He orgasmed again roughly pushing himself into her, but she still wanted it harder. She held his cock tightly with her cunt, milking him for all he was worth. Finally, he was done and she felt his erection subside inside her.
This time he began to change without even dismounting; she could feel his power rushing through her as he turned into a jaguar. Once the transformation was complete, he wrapped his jaws around her neck and resumed mating with her. She ran her fingers though his fur, and felt his muscles ripple underneath like liquid steel.
He let her free from his jaws so he could lick her neck. She kissed Xeno as he thrust deeply making her, his own. Amura was feeling faint from the constant string of orgasms. Xeno pummeled her, driving his cock deep, as the fluids from their previous matings began to soak his balls. He was getting close and he let out a roar to match Amura's own as they orgasmed together.
When he dismounted, Amura crawled underneath to lick his dripping shaft. She swirled her tongue around his penis and was rewarded with a final burst of cum. Amura continued licking his shaft tasting her own sex on his rod and sucking his furry balls greedily trying to get every drop of cum.
When she was done, he turned into a leopard and mounted her from behind letting the overflowing juices drip down her inner thighs. The white leopard got a mouthful of black hair as he bit down on the nape of her neck. In this position, he was able to mate with her more naturally and therefore more effectively. Amura breasts swayed in time with his thrusts and she felt weak in the knees. Their tails entwined, his white hers blue, as they worked in unison fulfilling each other's needs.
Her face was flushed with heat as their pleasure began to reach its peak. She was panting and purring at the same time, each breath being punctuated with a mewl. Her body, naked except for fur, was moist with perspiration, the fluids of her and her mate had run down her belly and small drops were dripping from her breasts. Amura breathed deep, the very air tasted of pheromones, the smell of a cat in heat. Every thought she had was centered on where his cock entered her body and the sensations that spread from there.
Soon, they both reached the peak of orgasm. Her pussie juices mixed with his semen as wave after wave of hot fluid was sprayed into her. After the tenth blast of semen, he transformed and continued to ejaculate inside of her. Amura didn't think she would be able to handle it as wave after wave of cum entered her body. Each time he seemed about to run out, he would change again and continue to cum inside her. With each orgasm, she acquired a little more power, and soon Neko who was sitting on the roof, was enveloped by the aura of energy and was overcome by an orgasm.
When Xeno finally decided Amura'd had enough, he dismounted and let her lay down. Amura smiled, by realizing her deepest most animal desires she had found a moment of peace in the turmoil of her life.
After her little surprise, Neko decided to get in the carriage too. When Neko got in the carriage, she looked at Amura's cum streaked body and gave her a knowing smile.
With her tail swaying in excitement, Neko crawled over to the cat and began to clean his tool. After her tasty job was finished, she laid Amura's head in her lap and petted her hair. While Amura licked Neko's pussie, the catgirl removed her armor. She noticed that none of the semen from Amura's pussie was on the floor; some magical device had drained it into a nearby pitcher.
Neko didn't have long to think about it though, because Xeno had mounted Amura again and this time he was a Siberian tiger. He only managed to get half of his cock into Amura with his first thrust. When he drove into her, Amura bit down lightly on Neko's clit. When she felt her clit be stimulated by Amura's teeth, Neko swooned from the force of the orgasm that rushed through her small body. Amura wrapped her hands around Neko's thighs and buried her face in the girl's pussie while the tiger pounded her own cunt.
The tiger happily licked Neko's breasts while he tried to get his entire cock into Amura's pussie. Amura worked at widening her pussie to accept his whole length, but it was hard to concentrate because she orgasmed each time the spines on his cock ran across the inner walls of her pussie while thrusting forward, and she lost her breath each time he would slide out of her on the backstroke.
Amura thought she would die from pleasure as she drank the delicious nectar from Neko's pussie, and accepted the tiger's cock in her own sex. Neko leaned back arching her spine and letting her breasts stand proudly up in the air as she let Amura pleasure her. The tiger ran his tongue across Neko's stomach and over her breasts sending shivers up her spine. Moments later, he slid himself up to the hilt in Amura's pussie, and then orgasmed powerfully. Amura's face was pressed against Neko's sex each time he pushed forward to let loose another burst of cum. The tiger's semen ran across her stomach and dripped from her breasts. He thrust forward one last time giving her all he had left, and then he began to pull back.
When he dismounted, Amura lay across Neko's body pressing their breasts together and asked, "Do you want a drink".
Neko kissed her passionately then shook her head yes.
When Amura leaned over and got the pitcher of feline juices, she felt Neko's tail slide into her well-lubricated pussie. Amura kissed her fully on the lips "you're one naughty kitty aren't you".
Neko just blushed but she squealed when she felt Amura's tail slide into her own hot pussie. They held their faces together as they drank from the container in-between kisses. They drained the container then Amura scooped the last bit up with her hand while Neko suckled milk from her breasts. Amura took her sticky hand and placed it against her left breast.
When Neko saw the treat, the kitten immediately began to suck the cum off Amura's fingers. Once every drop had been removed from Amura's hand, the kitten began to clean the last traces from the tigress's breast.
When they were done, Amura curled up with Neko under her robe while Xeno held them protectively against his chest. Amura looked into Neko's eyes "Goodnight kitten".
Purring, Neko kissed her cheek then laid her head against Amura's breasts as she faded off to sleep.
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The Incubus
The next morning they made it back to town, and Amura was waiting for Chenoa to come back to tell them about their reward for getting rid of the sorceress.
Chenoa came back with a fiery rage in her eyes. Apparently, it was assumed that they had not completed the contract, because they had not brought the sorceress back with them. That was bad news. If they were not getting a reward, then they were still out of money. They could sell some of the goods that they had scavenged from the fortress, but still would need to get another job. Chenoa sat cleaning her broken sword. It was a nice sword, but would be very expensive to repair, so she would just have to use it at half-length for now. Amura lay back against Xeno and closed her eyes for a moment. They needed another plan, and they needed it soon. As soon as Neko got back, they would discuss their options.
It was getting dark and cold as well. Amura finally caught sight of Neko returning as Chenoa discussed their next plan of action. There was a mage in town looking for some help in finding a lost pet. Only talented adventurers were to be hired. The group figured they could ask for the job; the worst that could happen would be if the mage said no. Amura sat in the carriage with Xeno while the other girls talked to the mage.
They came back with a servant in tow. Chenoa told them that they had accepted the contract, but they would need to take the servant with them so that he could identify their quarry. The first day's journey went well; Amura spent most of her time studying incantations from the spell books. At nightfall, they made camp in a clearing near an old stone shrine.
Amura woke in the middle of the night, and noticed that something was amiss. Neko was gone. Wondering if the girl had wandered off to relieve herself, Amura decided to look for her.
Amura quietly climbed out of the carriage to avoid waking Chenoa, and stopped to look into the servant's tent. No Neko... Searching the area further, Amura followed a scent on the breeze. She finally located Neko near the shrine. Neko was standing in an almost hypnotic way, making Amura wonder if the girl was sleepwalking. Then Amura saw that a tall dark being was holding Neko up. Confused, Amura moved in closer. The thing was holding the half-unconscious Neko in a standing position while thrusting into her roughly. Amura saw its wings spread wide as it sped up its pace. Realization hit Amura; she had heard of such things, this was most likely an incubus.
It dropped Neko into a crumpled heap and held its hand out towards Amura. Instantly, Amura felt calmed. Not understanding why yet, she lay on a round stone table and waited. The incubus leapt up onto the table and crouched over her. As she noticed its large dark member shine wetly in the moonlight, Amura realized what was going on. It was using charms on her. She felt rather angry that this incubus was more powerful than she, at hypnotic charms, but she would see how he fared against her physical charms. As the being bore down penetrating her, Amura resisted as best she could. Relentlessly he pumped her, and still she could not overcome his charms.
Feeling exhausted in mind and body, Amura realized that he was almost done. She gasped as he came to climax, pumping hot liquid deep within her. At last, he dismounted and stood above her smiling savagely. She immediately felt anger at the sarcastic bastard. He knew she had tried to resist, and still he had won the match. To her dismay, she saw that he was hard again. She couldn't move, paralyzed as the being straddled her again. This time though, as he mercilessly drove into her, she felt different. She realized that she had gained some of his power. A useful thing indeed, she silently thanked the vixen who had taught her those special magics. Smiling back at the incubus, Amura unleashed her new powers to see how it worked.
In one quick motion, her body changed. She was now smooth-skinned like her human form, but it had a dark bluish tint to it, and she had a very interesting set of wings. The beast slowed for a minute, surprised by this change, then he smiled and worked her harder yet.
Amura felt that in this form, her charm powers were almost doubled; at least she had a chance at fighting the creature. As they fought in simultaneity, each trying to take control of the other, Amura still knew she couldn't win. Even so, she could fight. He had been weakening her by denying her the ability to come all the way to orgasm; she now had enough control that she could fight that. Amura screamed out savagely as she reached her zenith. Her body contorted blindly clutching at air, and her wings fanned out beneath her. With tears in her eyes as the most long awaited orgasm of her life passed, Amura grinned. She was clear headed and ready to resist.
It seemed to continue forever, as the stone table became slick with the numerous times he had let loose into her. As it continued, he was not able to consume her strength; in fact, quite the opposite happened, as she absorbed a portion of his power.
Still, Amura was nearing her limit. She had never before endured such physical demand. Her muscles only seemed to work out of reflex now, and she feared that once her body gave up he would finally win the contest. She would not survive if she allowed thatt.
Just as Amura felt that she couldn't take any more, a gleam of hope appeared. Chenoa was running at them full throttle, and apparently had creature-beating on her mind. She swung her half sword at the incubus, knocking him off from Amura.
Amura noticed Chenoa's surprise when the being got back up and charged at her. She fought it relentlessly, and in its weakened state, it was unable to charm Chenoa. After some time though, it managed to disarm her of her weapon, and it closed in on her. Chenoa fought back, but even she was not strong enough to fend off such a foe. Amura felt helpless as she saw her friend weakening, succumbing to the incubus' power. Amura felt as if her entire body was on fire. She screamed and sat up to get away from whatever was harming her. Then she realized that it was the sun. Almost second-handedly, she reverted to her normal form. Amura fell back down, with barely enough strength to keep her eyes open. She stayed awake just long enough to see the creature flee. Apparently, he did not enjoy the comforts of the sun either.
As Chenoa was lifting her up, Amura looked into her eyes lovingly. Chenoa was a true friend, the best. With that thought, Amura embraced her.\*\*
A few days later, they approached their destination. By mid-afternoon, the group neared the cave they were looking for. The way was too steep for horses so they were forced to walk. They found some unusual tracks at the entrance of a cave matching the description they had been given
Chenoa looked very distresses about the tracks, "Do you know what those are. Those are dragon prints; nobody told us we were looking for a freakin' dragon".
Neko tried to console her by saying she must be mistaken about the prints, th cave was too small. While they were discussing their plan of action, the servant rushed into the cave. They hurriedly followed after. The servant yelled back "we've found him we've found the master's pet".
Amura let out a gasp when they entered the back of the cave, but she was soon overcome by laughter. Chenoa was right about it being a dragon but it was barely as big as a goat.
Amura looked back smiling, "This is your mighty dragon. I daresay we may have frightened the poor little thing". While the servant rubbed the dragon's head Amura grabbed the lead hanging from his collar and began walking him out of the cave.
The slope outside was steep so they took it slow, being careful not to slip. On a particularly bad part of the trail, Amura's foot skidded and she almost lost her balance, the dragon wasn't so lucky. He slid across the gravel slope right toward the edge of a cliff, dragging Amura with him. Amura's arm was caught in the leash and she desperately tried to get loose as they headed toward the edge. The last thing she saw was a tree limb coming toward her face, and then the world faded into blackness.
7
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The Dragon Incident
When Amura awoke, she was flying miles above the ground. In her surprise, she almost let go of the leash. Her arms were very tired by the time she made it to the top of a mountain. They landed in a castle. All of the interior walls had been smashed out, leaving a pile of rubble strewn with the charred bodies of unlucky adventurers. At the center of the complex, stood the largest dragon Amura had ever seenâ€"had ever heard of. Its scales were black as coal and if it was standing, she guessed that it would be over twenty feet tall. When she landed, it rose from its bed, standing to its full height. Amura realized that she had been wrong about its size. The dragon was at least thirty-two feet tall.
The dragon spoke in its reptilian dialect, "why have you brought a human with you". The smaller dragon just shied into the corner. The red dragon reached over toward the wall and picked up a huge sword. Amura covered her eyes when she saw the blade rushing toward her. Seconds later, it crashed next to her head.
The dragon stopped for a moment, curious "it is a very strange looking human though. I've never seen one covered in fur".
The dragon leaned closer to Amura, "what is your name, human".
Amura kept her mouth shut and feigned ignorance.
"Are you deaf", he asked, leering at her. She continued to keep her silence.
He went on, speaking in English this time, "I am Brimstone, and you will be allowed to live because you may prove to be amusing". He pointed to a shackle on the wall "bind yourself, and do it quickly". Once Amura had chained her ankle to the wall, the dragon lay down and went to sleep. Amura hoped that Chenoa and Neko would find her fast. Alone, she had no chance of taking offensive action against the beast. After three days, Amura was beginning to get very thirsty. She finally let her problem be known.
"Could I have some water", she asked.
"No" the dragon replied, "I hate the stuff".
Amura hoped that she might at least get some food "then can I have something to eat".
The dragon looked at her, annoyed "I do not need to eat, therefore you will receive no food. I survive by absorbing the magic around me; I suggest you learn to do the same". Amura sat down, seriously disturbed. The ability to live without food was beyond her current abilities. The chain hooked to her ankle was long enough for her to walk across the room though. An idea came to mind.
Amura walked toward the dragon and gave him her most innocent look "I am skilled in the art of pleasure. You said you might find me amusing. Would you like to play with me"?
Brimstone suddenly became interested. As he stood up, his penis began to slide from a hidden sheath. Amura ran her fingers across the tip causing him to become fully erect. She was amazed by his size, his penis measured seven feet long. The shaft tapered from over a foot thick at the base to an inch at the tip. When she stroked him, he groaned. She avoided using magic while pleasuring him; she didn't want him to know her full abilities. Amura wrapped her hands around his crimson shaft, starting at the base and slowly working her way toward the tip. When she reached the head of his cock, she took it into her mouth. While she sucked his cock, she noted that it was very warm, well over one-hundred degrees.
Brimstone responded to her work with encouraging words, "Yes, good job pet, just a little more". Amura felt his cock bucking in her hands; he was going to come very soon. When he began to spurt into her mouth, Amura drank the cum as fast as she could. The fluid that filled her mouth was painfully hot, but she continued to swallow it hoping to sate her appetite. When he had finished, she hungrily licked up all of the remaining cum from his cock. She found it very interesting to note that his semen wasn't white. Instead, it was yellowish orange, the same color as flame.
Once he was satisfied, he went back to sleep. Amura spent her time wandering the complex. The chain wasn't long enough for her to reach the door, but she knew that she could get it off if a chance of escape presented itself. Amura was resting when something warm and wet wrapped around her bosom. Her eyes snapped open to reveal that the dragon was licking her.
"I require pleasure pet", he said while tasting her.
Amura composed herself, "yes, I would be happy to play". Amura walked over and touched his dick as it slid from the sheath. Brimstone sat on his haunches.
"No pet, I have other plans". He reached down and scooped her up. While holding her by the sides, he began lowering her toward his pulsing member. When Amura saw the size of him, she became worried.
"Wait a minute; I'm not so sure about this"!
"Oh I am".
Amura thought fast and began to cast a transformation spell. She began to change the shape of her womb, conforming it to the dragon's size.
In the next moment, Brimstone penetrated her. He pressed hard on her shoulders, sinking his penis deep into her. Amura was flooded with sensations that were completely new to her. She felt his shaft go past her navel. It continued traveling upward until he bottomed out against her ribs. He began mating with her, taking her breath away with every inward thrust. She knew that doing such a major transformation impulsively was dangerous, but it was better than being torn apart. As the dragon pounded up into her, Amura began to feel an incredible power flow through her body. Even in her weakened state, she was absorbing his magical abilities. She began to focus on mating along with him.
Her legs were dangling in the air, so she knew she wouldn't be able to match his thrusts, but she was still able to use the muscles in her vagina. She caressed his shaft with her legs and squeezed it with her pussie. She assumed that the better his orgasm was the more power she would be able to take. When her orgasm hit her, Amura roared.
The room was bathed in blue light mixed with the orange fire that the dragon let blaze from his mouth as he ejaculated into her. Along with his fluids, came a wave of magical energy. Amura took the energy into herself. When she opened her eyes, flickers of flame danced in them. The dragon had not known about her power and he suddenly felt weak. Exhausted, he fell down on all fours, letting Amura's body hang on his still erect shaft. When his penis shrank sufficiently, Amura fell to the ground, her body exerted to the point of helplessness. Though she was too tired to move, she felt a great magical power growing in her. Before she closed her eyes to sleep, she thought to herself that maybe she would actually get out of this alive.
The next day, he wanted Amura's attention again. He had Amura give him a hand job first. Once he had regained his erection, he picked up the cum-soaked kitten and began pounding his cock into her.
Amura was still hungry, but she came up with a plan for getting another snack. She cast a simple teleportation spell that would cause his cum to appear in her mouth when he orgasmed. It wasn't a spell that they had taught her at the magic school, but rather something she had learned from the books in her carriage. She only wished she could hold the dragon's orgasm off longer so that she could get more of his power.
The dragon continued to hump her. He was surprised by how long she had lasted. His previous pets had never survived the first mating. Brimstone's body tensed as he felt his climax nearing. Amura was very happy when she got her mouthful of dragon cum, even though a good bit of it leaked free and soaked her furry breast. When he was done, the dragon went back to sleep. *How much can that thing sleep, he puts lions to shame*.
Amura sat down and tried to clean her fur. It was hopeless, she would need a bath if she ever hoped to get days of dragon cum out of her fur. She wasn't happy that her fur was more orange than blue. Finally, she convinced him to let her get clean.
He grabbed the chain on her foot, and pulled it out of the wall. After wrapping it around his taloned hand, he pulled on the chain again, lifting her off the ground. He raised her over the wall of the castle and dropped her in a mountain stream that ran next to the wall. When Amura fell into the water, she realized something. It was incredibly cold outside.
The edge of the stream was frozen, and the ground was covered in snow. Apparently, the dragon was generating so much heat that the castle was nice and cozy. Amura swam around and washed her fur. She couldn't go far because of the chain, *at least he gave me plenty of time to get clean... Too much time.*
She realized that something was wrong when she began to shiver uncontrollably. Her fur was so wet that it was no longer insulating her body. The moisture slowly began to saturate the protective downy layer of her fur, soaking it to the point that she wouldn't be able to shake the water off even if she got out of the river. The dragon was holding one end of the chain that went through a hole in the roof then down the wall and finally to the shackle on Amura's ankle. The water went flush with the wall, and Amura didn't have enough slack to reach the opposite bank. Amura tried to scale the wall but her fingers were so numb that she fell back unto the river. Desperately she pulled on the chain and tried to call for the dragon to get her. Nevertheless, she knew that the dragon couldn't hear her; she was shivering so badly that her voice was little more than a whimper.
Amura was fast loosing feeling all over her body as she stood chest deep in the frozen water. She didn't like the thought of freezing to death chained up nude in a river. As the cold slowed down her body, she began to think more clearly. She simply needed to freeze the water. She concentrated on the spell. Slowly the water around her began to freeze. She was careful not to be caught in the ice. When she had made a big enough piece of ice, she climbed on it. She braced her feet against the ice pushing her end down into the water, and bringing the other end to the top of the wall. Once her ramp was complete, Amura lay down and used her claws to climb up the slope.
When Brimstone heard, the ice hit the side of the castle he awoke. Looking over the wall, he saw Amura climbing from the water. He reached down and picked her up. To his surprise, she was shaking violently.
"Quit struggling or I'll drop you", Brimstone commanded her.
"I-I c-c-can't s-st-stop", Amura looking defiantly at him.
The dragon gave her a displeased look. "Why"?
"I"m-m c-co-cold" Amura stuttered.
Brimstone placed her on the ground, "Blasted humans always complaining about how cold they are".
Amura was desperately in need of warmth. There was no way she would dry out in time for the room to heat her up. Her body temperature normally ranged from ninety-eight to one hundred and four degrees. Her current body temperature was more like seventy degrees. She needed some way to heat up from the inside out, and she knew just how to do it. She crawled to the dragon and managed to say through chattering teeth, "play".
It was like a magic word for Brimstone. He instantly felt himself becoming erect. He stood over her, but when she refrained from licking his cock; he decided his pet wanted to be fucked instead. She was being rebellious, but that only made him more excited. When he pushed himself into her, he got a tremendous shock. It felt like he had slid his cock into a piece of ice. The strange new feeling only enhanced his pleasure. Soon he was fucking her like never before. The feel of her soft wet fur, cool against his body, was incredible. Her supple body accepted his cock without resistance. He decided that this was how they would mate from now on. His shaft had been cooled by her body, and he could feel his hot seed rushing up the length of it as his orgasm came.
Amura was just to the point where she could feel his shaft sliding in her when he flooded her with life-giving warmth. It was so hot that it burned, but she was so cold that she would have been happy if it were lava. Brimstone was so turned on by the new feeling that he didn't stop; he continued to thrust into her building his second orgasm.
Amura was warm again and she was enjoying their mating, when she realized how to suspend his orgasm. Just as she felt his orgasm beginning to reach its peak, she transformed into her succubus form, effectively holding him on the brink of release. Amura took great pleasure in keeping him doing as he liked with her, while she was free to let her juices flow with wave after wave of orgasm. In her current state, her magical power was very strong while his was weakened. She took advantage of this by casting an illusion spell that made him believe she was still in her Catrai form. She was gaining so much power from the dragon that she felt she would be able to stay in her succubus form indefinitely.
Brimstone felt his release was near but he couldn't quite obtain it. Holding him at the peak of orgasm caused something to happen, something that only dragons had ever been able to do to him. He reached a state of complete arousal. Amura squealed when his penis became noticeably larger within her. Even more surprising was the sight of his balls. She had never seen them before and she watched, mesmerized as they slid out of his sheath with the rest of his cock. Brimstone was surprised to feel his balls slide from their confines. His testicles only became revealed when they were overheated. Until this day, that had only happened while mating with other dragons. He was pleased and very surprised that she had been able to bring him to this level of pleasure. His thoughts were soon overcome by animalistic lust as he fucked her as if she was one of his own kind.
As his thrusts became more powerful, Amura felt him sliding more and more of himself into her. Soon he was so deep into her that Amura was able to stand on top of his balls as they swung back and forth. She admired the size of his balls. Amura had always wondered how he was able to splash so much semen onto her body. Amura muttered to herself "no wonder he can cum so much, he has an entire warehouse of the stuff". Ten hours later Amura gave in, completely worn out by her own orgasms.
Brimstone felt the semen begin to flow into Amura, and he roared in triumph. Amura was suspended in the air by his cock alone. He came hard emptying his balls and spilling over ten gallons of semen into the tigress's cunt. There was so much excess, that cum was pouring from Amura's mouth and out of her pussie. When she awoke, the dragon commanded Amura to take another bath.
Amura was happy to have the chance to clean her fur after the previous night's adventures. Amura flinched when her toes touched the frigid water, but once she immersed herself, it was somewhat refreshing. Amura used her tongue and hands to remove every bit of debris from her fur. She spread her legs to clean her thigh, and got an invigorating surprise. The frigid water and several bits of ice flowed into her pussie stimulating her delicate interior of her sex. Amura was bent over with her head at the same level as her hips. Stunned she stopped for a moment; her breath caught in her throat and her tail was swishing through the water uncontrollably. She leaned inward, and ran her tongue across the lips of her vagina. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sweet taste of her sex. Her tongue probed deeper tantalizing the folds of her vulva. Her taste buds came alive with the exquisite flavor of her natural oils, as they dripped into her mouth. She probed around finding places where even the dragon had not been able to please her. Her licking and moaning had obtained the attention of some nearby deer, but she didn't care if the whole forest wanted to watch her perform, she simply needed to release a desire inside of her that had been locked up for too long.
The dragon came over to see if her bath was finished, only to feel himself become aroused at the sight of her. His view of her from behind was incredible. She stood in the middle of the stream with her legs spread and her tail held high, but the most exciting thing was where her head was. She had her lips planted on her pussie and was licking herself in desperate need of release. She delicately stroked her clit with the tip of her tongue, and smiled ferociously as shivers went down her spine. Brimstone closed his eyes inhaling her scent as he licked his cock.
Amura felt a little naughty as she used her fangs to bite down lightly on the lips of her pussie. Her rough tongue slid across her inner self, pleasing her body in unspeakable ways. She wondered how it would feel if she was in human form using her smooth tongue to lick herself. Without even casting the spell, but rather by thinking about what form she wanted, she transformed into her human form. Her eyes snapped open when she no longer felt fur on her lips, but instead smooth warm skin.
Brimstone didn't see her change, because his eyes were still shut, but he was nearing his zenith. Amura was a little shocked and she began to wonder how much her powers had grown last night. She didn't have long to think about it because the water instantly drained the warmth from her bare flesh. By the time she transformed back to normal, she was shivering. Amura turned around to tell Brimstone that she wanted to get out of the river, but to her surprise, she was hit with a hot stream of semen.
Once he had finished splashing the tigress with cum, Brimstone lifted her up and impaled her on his throbbing cock. While he mated with her, he spread his wings and soared into the sky. While they flew, the breeze blowing past them, Amura changed to her succubus form, this time without using a spell. By transforming right as semen began pumping through his shaft, she found she could hold his pleasure for a longer period. While they flew, his thrusts came in time with the beat of his wings. By nightfall, she still had him going so he landed to keep his energy up.
They landed in a meadow, near some dense woods. The woodland creatures watched as they performed their carnal act out in the open. Amura in particular felt very exposed as her nude body hung from his cock. Brimstone whispered in her ear as he fucked her, "We are going to meet a friend of mine. I hope you will have enough energy left to keep him happy".
They remained in the field until they were done mating. Once they were done, they rested in the field for a while. Amura was soaked in dragon cum again, but she was too tired to care. When his energy was restored, Brimstone held Amura in his hand and continued with their journey. Amura wasn't happy when she realized that the mountain they were headed for seemed to be volcanically active.
They swooped over the edge and landed on the inside of the volcano. The dragon inside of this new lair was over twice the size of Brimstone. Not only was he gigantic, but also he had two heads and four wings. There were a pair of dragonesses in front of him, and he was apparently mating with one while the other waited her turn. Brimstone landed and walked over to the dragons. Amura's lungs burned from the heat. Luckily, there wasn't much smoke. She noticed something that was even more frightening than all four dragons; they were standing in molten lava. She didn't even want to think about what would happen if she fell down there.
Brimstone explained to the dragon that he had some business to attend to. He wanted the dragon to look after Amura while he was gone. After agreeing, he handed Amura to the dragon, and then Brimstone flew away. While the dragon examined Amura, he pulled out of his mate. It was only then that Amura realized he had been mating both of them at the same time. He had two cocks, which appeared to be coming out of the same sheath. He only had a single pair of balls, but they were twice the size of Brimstone's.
"So, Brimstone says you know how to please a dragon".
"Yes" Amura replied, remembering her role.
"Well, we'll just have to see about that won't we", he sneered.
In a fluid movement, he slid Amura onto one of his shafts. It took a moment to get used to the shape of his cock, because it differed from Brimstone's, but at least this dragon had a slightly smaller shaft. It wasn't long before he got a rhythm going; soon Amura was being pounded for all she was worth. Small flecks of magma were splashing up and scorching her fur, but they never actually burned her. The dragonesses watched with rapt attention while his huge cock disappeared into her small body. Soon, overcome by lust, they were stroking each other's breasts. The dragon pumped his furry little toy, while his other cock stood at attention ready for a sweet pussie of its own. Amura decided not to change to succubus form, because she feared she wouldn't be able to charm all three dragons.
One of the dragonesses came over and took his cock in her mouth. He let her suck, but told her not to finish him because he wanted to test out his new toy. Meanwhile, the other dragoness tasted Amura. She slid her long reptilian tongue up and down Amura's body. The tigress purred as her nipples were fingered by the dragoness. The dragoness presses her breasts to Amura's. She was surprised to find that the scales on the dragoness were very soft, almost like feathers. Milk was beginning to dribble from Amura's nipples as she wantonly licked both of their breasts.
As the dragon neared his zenith, the power of his thrusts increased. Soon magma was splashing everywhere. Just as he ejaculated into her body, Amura was splashed by the lava. To her surprise it didn't burn. I was more like warm water. She surmised that she had somehow acquired fire resistance from the dragon. The dragoness got a surprise when semen appeared in Amura's mouth, due to her little cum teleportation trick. She leaned forward and they shared a dragon-cum kiss. Amura took a moment to get her breath as he pulled her off his shaft. She didn't get any rest though, because he immediately rammed her onto his other dick.
She gasped, orange semen draining from her body as he lined up his thrusts. He slowly thrust into Amura, while he licked his other cock into its sheath. The dragonesses were busy licking each other clean. While he mated with her, Amura found that this cock was slightly bigger and there were more ribs on it. She bounced on his penis, rather powerless to fight back in any way. Not that she wanted to resist, she was enjoying her chance to get a truly good fucking. She concentrated on the sensations, trying to draw as much of his power as possible. He leaned both of his heads down and began licking her breasts, one breast with the left tongue one with the other. His tongues were tantalizing her and his speed was increasing.
A jaw clamped down on her left shoulder then another on her right shoulder. Amura knew he was getting close, so she strove to release her orgasm in time with his. He held the cat tightly in his jaws, thrusting with great enthusiasm; it would only be a matter of time now. She felt her body spasm as her cunt squeezed him, her orgasm was on the verge of release, and it only needed a little more to set it off. When her pussie contracted on his cock, he came hard giving her everything he had.
"AAAAaaaaahhhhhh yes, give it to me", she screamed when her orgasm overwhelmed her. She was so high on pleasure at this point that she never wanted to come down.
He pumped hard, keeping Amura on her zenith for a good while longer. When his orgasm mellowed, he stood there in shock for a moment. He had never known any human that was capable of such pleasure. The only being that he knew was the dark one, and she wasn't exactly human. The dragon needed to rest, so he sat her on a rock and lay in the lava to sleep.
Amura sat on the rock and bemoaned her fur. She was orange again, this time even her hair was orange. After a thorough look, she found that no part of her had escaped unscathed; she was orange from head to foot. She was so sticky that she felt like she had jumped into a barrel of molasses.
Desolate, she laid her head down to sleep. The dragonesses had other ideas though. The dragon hadn't finished with them when Amura arrived; therefore, they were still in desperate need of relief. She saw the lust in their eyes as they begged her to play with them. Amura agreed and they lay together on the side of the lava flow. She licked one of the dragonesses, with her rough tongue. The dragoness's vagina was so large that Amura was able to put both hands inside. After some massaging and searching, Amura found the dragoness's clitoris. Amura had never seen a clit so big in her entire life; it was about eight inches long and the shape of a dog's penis.
Amura licked it causing the dragoness to moan. Soon Amura was sucking it like a cock, and then an idea came to mind. Amura released the dragoness from her mouth, letting a trail of saliva run down her clit. Lesbian lust on her mind, Amura scooted forward and pressed the clit against her vulva. Amura impaled herself on it. When the dragon flesh entered her, Amura was surprised at how silky soft it was. Wrapped in carnal pleasure, they began to mate. The dragoness and the tigress moved in unison fulfilling each other's carnal needs. Amura drove the most intimate part of the dragoness's sex into herself. She was amazed by how wonderful each thrust felt. While she drove her pussie onto the clit, Amura use her hands tongue and tail to probe into the dragoness's vagina.
Wanting some of the action, the other dragoness pressed her crotch to Amura's face. Using only her head, Amura probed inside the dragoness. She was rewarded with a warm clit that she immediately began to suck. The dragonesses humped their hips, satisfying Amura from both ends. Amura slid her arms into one dragoness and her legs into the other. They used Amura like a double-ended dildo as they pleasured each other.
Amura arched her back, pressing herself down with each in stroke. Her orgasm was so near that she could literally taste it. The transfer spell was still in effect, and the juices from her pussie were draining into her mouth. She felt a tingle rushing through her inner thighs, the clit rubbed her own, making her eyes roll back. With a gasp, she tensed up and her pussie contracted on the clit, soon an orgasm overwhelmed her. Wrapped in her own bliss, Amura let them use her to pleasure themselves. Their breasts touching, the dragonesses began to orgasm on their tigress dildo. Amura was brought out of her reprieve by a very unexpected occurrence; the dragonesses' clits were ejaculatory. A wave of feminine cum overflowed Amura's mouth. Amura purred as the delicious fluid washed over her tongue. After drinking her fill, she curled up to sleep in the folds of the dragonesses' pussies.
When she awoke the next morning, Amura mischievously began licking the dragonesses. It wasn't long before all three of them were awake and ready for some fun. Amura laid her body across the dragoness's feathery scales, and began to sensuously slide more and more of the dragoness's clit into her pussie. Hearing the noise, the dragon awoke. The other dragoness moved on top of the two females and penetrated Amura with her clit as well. Amura reveled in the feeling as both of the dragoness's clits moved within her body. The mere sight of what they were doing was enough to get the dragon aroused. He decided to take the opportunity to join in on the sensuous display. He lined up his cocks and simultaneously penetrated both of the dragonesses.
When he began to thrust into the dragonesses, their clits were pounded deep into Amura. Amura arched her back and spread her legs wide, trying to allow as much access as possible. The feelings rushing through her body were intense; she clenched her hands, digging her claws into the dragoness's scales. While they were mating, Amura saw a dark form in the corner of her eye. Her curiosity got the better of her so she turned her head to look. There was a Catrai standing by the wall, her fur was such a pure black that it seemed to absorb all of the light around her. The only color that Amura could discern was the red gleam in her eyes and her dark red lips. Standing at her feet was a black panther who had fur just as dark as hers. His eyes also had a red hue, but Amura focused most of her attention on his crimson cock, which stood up rigid and free from the confines of its sheath. Amura wondered why he was erect, but then she realized what she and the dragons were doing. The dragon took note that the dark one had arrived, but he continued mating his dragonesses while he talked to her.
"Samantha, what do you need?"
"I am looking for a trio of girls who have stolen something of mine.
"What did they steal?"
"They took my pet, Xenosmilus" she replied viciously. "I have descriptions of all three girls,"
Amura became worried; this person was looking for her. She was far too worn out to put up any sort of fight. Amura just hoped that the woman would leave before the dragons were done. Because if she didn't leave, she would probably recognize Amura instantly.
"My apprentice was taking care of my pet at the time, she has been properly punished for loosing Xenosmilus. Before she died, she gave me a description of the thieves. One is human with light brown hair, catlike ears, and a tail. The second is a Kanin with white fur, and black hair, feet, and hands. The third is a Catrai with vivid blue fur. If you find any of them, take them to me alive". By the end of her explanation, the dragon was near his limit.
"If I see them I'll deal with it", the dragon replied, "Will you be staying for the night".
"No, I'll leave once you're done" She leaned over and licked the panther's cock.
Amura thought that maybe she could wait it out if she kept the dragons from reaching orgasm just yet. Her body was well hidden, so Amura transformed into her succubus form. After about twenty minutes she felt her power waning, it was too much effort to hold this form while keeping all three dragons from orgasming.
The dark one had finished sucking off the panther and now she was mating with him. Having sex while watching dragons fuck, was one of her little vices. The only thing she liked more was being the one the dragon was mating.
Amura's power finally faded and she returned to her normal form. The dragonesses put their tongues in Amura's mouth touching every part of her body inside and out. She was instantly overwhelmed with the simultaneous ejaculations of both dragonesses into her pussie. The dragon felt semen rushing through his shaft as he gave one final thrust, sinking his cock deep into the dragonesses.
While Amura lay there letting the sensations flood her body, dragon cum began to pour from the dragonesses' pussies and rain on her back. The wave of magical energy that she absorbed from the dragons renewed Amura's strength.
The dark one licked her lips as she watched the dragon's cocks slide from his mates. She cast a small spell that caused the panther to ejaculate in her while she stared at the dragon's dripping member.
Amura slid free from the dragonesses and desperately looked for a way out of the volcano. She scanned the northern rim to no avail. She turned around to check the southern rim, only to be met face to face with the dark Catrai. Amura jumped a foot into the air only to fall on the ground helpless as the Catrai cast a charm on her.
"Where did this tigress come from".
"She belongs to Brimstone".
"She looks positively delicious," the Catrai said as she advanced on Amura "I really must have a taste".
Amura suddenly felt a need to spread her legs, giving the Catrai full access to her. The Catrai got on all fours and lowered her head between Amura's legs. She drew her tongue across Amura's clit slowly, sensuously. Whenshe gone across all of Amura's sex, she closed her eyes savoring the taste, the tip of her tongue slowly tracing her red tinted upper lip. They were so close that Amura could feel the Catrai's body heat. Amura shivered in expectation when the Catrai's breasts grazed her inner thigh.
The dark one stood up, "what a delicious treat, it's been too long since I've tasted another Catrai... Tell Brimstone that I plan to buy this tigress from him the next time I see him. For now though, I must leave, it is very important that I find those fugitives". That said; she and the panther disappeared into the shadows.
When Samantha disappeared, Amura felt normal again. Instead of wanting to be near the Catrai, she was suddenly very afraid. That charm she had been hit with had not only made her helpless physically, somehow she had been unable to even imaging resisting the spell. She realized that she would have done whatever the Catrai had wanted, without question. She was very lucky that her fur had been stained orange, there was no telling what would have happened if she had been recognized. The dragons went back to sleep while Amura thought about what had ensued.\*\*
The next day Amura was lying in a state of troubled sleep when a thunderous crash caused her to awake. Brimstone had returned and he was angry. He scooped up Amura and hurriedly told the black dragon that some adventurers were headed to his castle. They would be there in a matter of days, and he needed to be there in case they tried to rob the place. The black dragon asked if he needed help. Brimstone denied his offer.
"There are onlyt two girls and one armored warrior. I will enjoy dealing with them."
While they flew back to the castle, Amura looked down to the road and saw a glimpse of a black horse with a fiery mane. *Ember*. Her friends would be here soon; she needed a plan. If she could wear the dragon out, they might have a chance.
When they landed, she told the dragon she would like a bath. He was tired from the trip and nearly told her that it could wait, but he noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes and realized that she wanted more than a bath. He felt himself go hard; the adventurers probably wouldn't arrive for three days; he could afford to play with his pet for one night. He put her in the river and watched her wash sensuous curves.
Her wet blue fur shone in the moonlight as she washed her body. While she washed, Amura played with her pussie. It was very invigorating to have the water wash her inside and out. Her pleasure was rising to the point of no return. Just as her orgasm began to bloom, she concentrated on holding it there as if she was in succubus form. It worked; she just hoped it would work on the dragon. Transforming into succubus form would drain her too much, but if she could hold the dragon's orgasm while in Catrai form, she would gain enough power from him to keep it up indefinitely. She let her orgasm flow not wanting to waste any power, even though she would have truly enjoyed waiting a little longer.
The dragon picked up his frozen blue tigress and lowered her to his pulsing member. Amura yelped when the dragon's flaming hot penis touched her cold pussie. He only managed to sink about ten inches of himself into her. When Amura realized that her transformation spell had worn out, she quickly recast it. His next thrust went deep into her deep enough that she was able to place her feet on his balls. He pulled his length out and drove it back in, Amura growled ferociously. As his shaft became more moistened, he began to pick up the pace.
It wasn't long before Amura realized that she would need to cast the spell to keep him from releasing into her. She concentrated on the spell, letting everything else fade from her mind. She was so focused that she didn't even break her chant when she orgasmed. It took an incredible amount of willpower to ignore the pleasure rushing through her body, but she realized how important it was that she avoided any distractions. When she reached her second orgasm without any sign that the dragon was getting close, she knew that the charm was working.
For forty more hours, Brimstone rode the tigress. Her constant orgasms had soaked his cock and the excess fluid was making a puddle on the floor. He was close to his limit and he didn't even realize how much time had passed as he strove to pour his semen into the tigress. They were both to the point of absolute physical exhaustion. Amura almost lost control of him as precum drizzled from his cock and soothed her overworked pussie.
The dragon was being driven mad with lust; he wouldn't have been able to stop riding the tigress even if he had wanted to. Instinct had taken over and he was just fulfilling his cravings. Amura as well had been overcome by her instinctual urge to mate. She was roaring and screaming, saliva dripping from her fangs as she drank the milk from her own breasts. Meanwhile her hands were busy pleasuring the most sensitive parts of her body.
Even though her body was writhing in animalistic passion, her mind was clear. Sustaining an amount of willpower of which she never thought herself capable, Amura concentrated on the spell. For many more hours, she played this losing battle of the mind, but she strove on, knowing that her friends' lives hung in the balance. About twenty hours later, the dragon finally broke her focus. Amura only let her mind wander for a moment when she felt his tongue slide across her breasts. In the next instant, she felt his semen rush into her body. Gallon after gallon filled her mouth until she couldn't keep the transportation spell going and semen began to fill her pussie. The dragon leaned back letting his cock support her body as he used every available fragment of his energy to pump his seed into the tigress. With every burst, he propelled her up his cock filling her pussie. By the time he finished, there was only a foot of his shaft in her body. His body spent, the dragon fell to the ground. Amura absorbed so much magical energy that she was also rendered unconscious.
She just prayed that Chenoa and Neko would arrive in time.
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Neko To The Rescue
Chenoa felt helpless as she saw her friend slam into a tree then disappear over the edge of the cliff. She fell to her knees in shock. Then to her amazement, she saw the dragon flying through the air with Amura hanging below, still holding onto the rope. The dragon flew up the side of the mountain and landed on a structure at the top. Getting to the dragon this time around would be much tougher; it was about fifteen miles up a steep slope on very rough terrain.
Chenoa looked to her companion "We need to help Amura".
Neko just bowed her head in acknowledgment, the servant on the other hand decided to stay put.
Neko looked to Chenoa "Maybe the wizard can help us".
Chenoa shook her head, "No there isn't time to go back to town". Neko wasn't convinced. Chenoa mulled it over in her head for a moment, "OK Neko you go get help, I'll meet you at the top of the mountain".
Neko took the servant with her and headed to town as fast as she could. She reached the wizard by noon the next day. After hearing that Amura had been taken to a castle on the mountain, he flat out refused to go rescue her. Finally, Neko left the carriage with him and headed into town in search of help. Everybody turned her down the second they found out where she was going. Finally, someone gave her a glimmer of hope. She was told that there was a guild not far from town, where she might be able to hire somebody. Neko got on Ember and rode to the guild as quickly as she could.
It was a long trip. Neko rode until nightfall but she decided to set camp because she had a long way to go and Ember was exhausted. Neko set up a fire and melted some snow in a pot so that Ember and she could get something to drink. After she had eaten, Neko was too worked up to sleep so she proceeded to brush Ember's main. As she started brushing down his back, she noticed something, he had become erect. She ignored the tingling between her legs at first, but as his member became hard and throbbed against his belly, her refrain wavered. She nervously looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was around. Being part cat, she had excellent night vision, and she spied no intruders.
Still a little nervous, she kneeled down beside Ember. She had never done anything with a creature so large and she worried that she might be injured, but concern couldn't drive the need from her body. She took a good look at Ember's cock as it pulsed against his underside. She wondered what it would feel like to have something like that inside of her, though she didn't dare try such a thing.
She reached forward and gently wrapped her fingers around the head of his member. She was surprised by the warmth and strength of it. Her keen nose picked up the pheromones in the air, which only heightened her arousal. Hands shaking, she untied the sash on her robe. The robe fell to the ground, uncovering her nude form.
Neko felt a chill as the cold wind drew heat from her skin, her nipples stood taunt, and sensitive to the air flowing over them. She led Ember closer to the fire and basked in its warmth. The white snow flickered with an orange from the fire. In the glow, Ember's Mane and tail looked like they actually were aflame.
She touched her finger to the wetness at the tip of his huge member, then brought her finger to her mouth and tasted it. The salty pre-cum made her mouth water. Smiling ferally, she brought her moistened finger to her pussie and gently rubbed her clit. Her eyes rolled back as she nearly orgasmed right then. She was purring now as she crawled beneath Ember and cradled his huge testicles in her small hands. She leaned forward and licked his balls. She then licked her way up the base of his shaft, following the ridges of his furred sheath. Her tail swished back and forth sending wisps of snow into the air. Neko felt Ember throb in her hands when her rough tongue grazed his warm penis.
Neko marveled at his equipment as she caressed him. Though he had basically the same body as a horse, his genitalia was shaped like that of a cat. Neko smiled as she thought how any lion would envy the size of Embers cock. Though it was shaped like that of a cat, he had all the enormity of a horse.
It was an incredible feeling to have his rod pulse under her grip. Neko pressed his massive balls to her breasts as she continued to lick his heavily veined shaft. While she rubbed her breasts with his balls, she felt that tingle of need within her, burst into flaming desire.
She moved further up and slid her breast against his powerful rod as she arched her back to lick around the head of his cock. She licked up the sticky precum dripping from his shaft, and knew he was close to his limit. Her finger found the lips of her pussie as she tried to satisfy a need of her own.
Neko mewled excitedly when Ember's balls jerked in her hands and semen began to pump through his shaft. She held onto his cock as he reared up onto his hind legs, his dick standing up at an angle. Neko eagerly pumped his cock as burst after burst came forth. Ember's semen rained down on Neko's skin. When he had finished, Neko was streaked white.
When Ember fell back on all fours, Neko toppled backwards to land in the snow. Laying on her back in the snow, Neko's cum streaked hands found her sex. The cum still dripping from Ember's cock, drizzled on her leg and melted the snow around her calf. Neko arched her back thrusting her breast upward as her orgasm bloomed. Her hips swayed against her fingers driving her to her peak. The only sound heard in the dark was her sensuous purring. When the vivid feelings began to mellow across her body she felt to her side. Neko lay curled next to the fire, gasping, and her hair splayed out on the snow. Neko licked her body clean while she tried to catch her breath. As her breathing slowed, Neko's eyes felt heavy and she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.\*\*
They traveled for the rest of the next day but at least it was in the direction of the mountain. She reached the guild well past midnight. Neko pulled the hood of her cloak up over her ears and entered the building. There was a man at a desk, who seemed to be in charge. Neko tiredly walked over to him. The man looked up rather surprised that anybody would come at such a late hour.
He cleared his throat, "can I help you".
Neko nervously chewed her lip "do you know of the castle on top of that big mountain north of here".
He nodded in agreement.
"A dragon abducted my friend and took her there. I need someone to help me rescue her. I would be wil...." She was cut off in mid-sentence, as the man stood up.
"Nobody here is stupid enough to go to that castle. The dragon up there has killed better men than me, and he would be only too happy to make a snack out of you".
Neko felt tears welling up in her eyes "but it's only a little dragon". She mewled pitifully.
Several of the men in the room started laughing. One called out "Ha, if that's your idea of a little dragon then I surely don't want to meet a big one".
Neko began to cry out in desperation. It was hopeless, why would no one help. Her trembling knees finally gave out and she kneeled on the floor sobbing. Moments later a pair of strong arms lifted her and carried her from the room. Through blurred vision, Neko saw that the man was wearing a full set of armor. She was laid on a bed then a deep voice said, "Rest now we will speak of your troubles in the morning".
The next day Neko awoke and yawned sleepily as she wondered where she was. She yelped and jumped back in surprise when she noticed that the man from last night was sitting on a trunk by the door, sleeping.
He looked up through the faceguard of his helmet "ah you're awake".
Neko pulled her hood tighter to make sure her ears weren't showing. The man stood up and stretched.
"Now what is all this talk of dragons. Surely you haven't angered one".
Neko told him the story of finding the little dragon, and explained why they needed to rescue Amura.
Without a moment's pause he agreed, "Okay, we head out in one hour".
Neko stammered for a moment, "but I have no way to pay you".
He chuckled "I require no payment. The reason I'm at this lousy excuse for a guild is that I ran into some trouble with a wizard. I was expelled from my country and lost my knighthood to boot. So, I'm on more of a mission of redemption than anything else". On their way out, he stopped to talk to the man at the counter. "I need a map and enough dried beef for a two week journey".
The clerk halted when he noticed Neko standing there, "wait a minute you're not going slay her dragon are you. You're not from around these parts, that thing came into town once, you have no idea how big it is, nor how dangerous".
Neko's friend stood up straight and pointed to the imperial crest on his breastplate "I am Sir Shane of the imperial order. I have personally killed three dragons, two of which mind you, were far larger and more dangerous that the one that lives on your hill and makes you cower in fear. Do not begin to think I won't be able to handle the situation". The entire room went quiet and everyone looked at him in amazement.
People began whispering, "He said that he killed a dragon bigger than old brimstone". "Yeah, well I'll believe him if he comes back alive".
The clerk handed Shane his supplies, "here you go. You seem brave and all, but I don't believe in charging a man for supplies that will help bring him his death, so these are on the house. I do hope you can really deal with that monster, it would be a load off my mind".
As they left the building Neko heard someone say "that's a real shame, all that courage and it's about to be turned to ash".
Shane mounted his horse and Neko followed him on Ember. Shane studied the map and remarked, "There is a road that leads up the mountain and it appears to be traversable by horse, but we will have to ride all the way to the western slope".
They spent the first few days talking while they rode northwest. While riding through some thick woods, they came upon a stream draining from a pool of water, which sat a little further in the woods. It was getting late so they decided it would be a good place to make camp.
Once their tents were set up, they walked toward the pool to refill their water-skins. While Neko filled the skins with water, she thought about how good it would feel to take a bath after all these days of riding. She couldn't take a bath while wearing her robe, so she would need to tell Shane about her ears and tail.
She walked over to him "um Shane I need to tell you something... I have ears". She realized how stupid it sounded the second it came out of her mouth.
Shane sounded rather confused "I was under the assumption that everybody did".
Neko decided to just show him. She pulled back her hood to reveal the catlike ears on top of her head, then stared at the ground, blushing and embarrassed. After a moment's silence, she looked at him but she couldn't tell his reaction because his helmet was hiding his face.
Shane took a good look at her ears, "how did it happen. Were you hit by a curse"?
Neko's thoughts raced. She figured that he was probably going to abandon her here just in case it was catching. She couldn't think of a way to explain that she had looked like this ever since she was born. Finally, she just said, "I wasn't cursed I've always had them".
Shane folded his arms "humph, I wish I was so lucky".
Neko couldn't figure out what he meant by being lucky, but least he wasn't running away. Her ears perked up, "they really don't bother you".
Shane shook his head, "they don't bother me in the least, if fact they look rather cute".
Neko disrobed and turned around "and what about my tail".
He reached out his hand and stroked her tail "it's soft and beautiful just like you. I think it fits you well".
Neko was ecstatic; she turned around and hugged his chest. It wasn't until she let go that she realized she was standing there naked. Suddenly self-conscious she put her hands over her breasts and pulled her tail between her legs to cover her sex.
"So, now that you know why I always wore that robe, will you please take your helmet off, it's unnerving to talk to a piece of iron."
Shane looked toward her "you take your bath first, and then we'll worry about me". Shane sat on a fallen tree and watched her swim while he mulled over his thoughts. Even after she had finished cleaning up, Neko stayed in the water and played for a while. Shane was lost in his thoughts when he realized that Neko was coming toward him. He chuckled when he saw that she had a fish in her mouth. Purring, she sat next to him to have her snack.
"Before I remove my helmet I need to tell you a story".
Neko looked at him "oh yeah, I forgot all about that". She snuggled up closer to him while he spoke.
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The Fall Of Sir Shane
Four Years ago....
Shane sat polishing his armor. He wanted to look his best when he met up with Elvira. Everybody said that she was going out with every knight in the castle but Sir Shane knew better, she was only interested in him. Sadly, he didn't realize that his love was one sided.
Elvira was an apprentice to the court wizard. If anyone found out where he was going, he would be in serious trouble, but Sir Shane didn't feel concerned in the least. Elvira's superior was the only person he felt was a threat. There was just something wrong with that guy.
"That crazy old wizard would probably turn me into a frog. If he knew, that is." Sir Shane chuckled to himself.
He looked down the edge of his razor sharp sword; it was well known throughout the castle that he prided himself on being the best swordsman in the country. He took a couple of swings at thin air, and then smirked.
The castle watch announced that it was midnight; he gathered his belongings and headed to the east tower. Elvira told him she had something special planned tonight, he was so excited that he wanted to run to the tower, but he decided to keep a low profile. It wouldn't do to draw too much attention to himself. He met Sir Mitchell at the door to the tower. Sir Mitchell was his most trusted friend. Sir Shane knew that Mitchell would die before telling anyone of Shane's rendezvous with Elvira. He gave his friend a hearty handshake then headed up the stairs. Sir Shane walked up the steps until he reached a hidden passageway in the wall.
When he entered the secret room, he saw Elvira laying nude on a bed of roses. He was somewhat surprised, they been having sex off and on for the last month but this was the first time she had been ready from the start.
"You're rather brazen tonight".
"You have no idea", was all the answer he got.
Elvira floated out of the bed and walked toward him. Sir Shane's hair stood on end, he was always unsettled when she used magic but he didn't let it show. She wrapped her arms around him and began unbuckling his armor.
"How is my knight?" she asked seductively, pulling the buckles loose on his armor.
Sir Shane stood there, at a loss for words. After she removed his steel plates, she let him get rid of his chain mail while she danced using a bedpost for support. He had a hard time removing his chain mail while he watched her.
Under his breath, he cursed her, she knew she was irritating him, but again he tried not to let it show. If he showed weakness she would only use it against him, and that was something he didn't need to deal with right now.
Elvira began moving her body sensuously; taking great pleasure in the difficulty it was giving him with his armor. She straddled the bedpost, hanging on with one arm while she rubbed her breasts with her other hand. Soon she was licking her breasts and humping the post as her pleasure grew.
Sir Shane was finally free from his clothes and he walked over to her. He had acquired a raging hardon just from watching her, and when he kissed her, she took his cock in her hand.
Sparks flashed in her eyes as she wrapped him in her spell. He slid his finger over her clit causing her to orgasm. When she reached her zenith, she cast a spell that caused him to orgasm at the same time as her. Elvira bit down on his lower lip as his breath came in hitched gasps and he sprayed semen across her breasts. When he was spent, they fell together on the bed.
Sir Shane awoke to a loud noise. He jumped up not realizing that he had no weapon and saw that the court mage had entered their room.
The wizard yelled some incoherent things at him. The only part he understood sounded something like, "No one will ever wish to look upon you again. I curse you to become the beast that deep down you really are".
Sir Shane didn't like the sound of that one bit, but before he could make up an alibi, he was hit squarely in the chest with a bolt of energy. He though it was going to hurt, but actually a warm tingling sensation went over his skin. Suddenly hair began to grow all over his body. The last thing he saw before he fainted was Elvira's shocked face.
When Sir Shane awoke in the dungeon, he realized he was still covered with fur. His hands were different also; they were bigger looking. He touched his face and it felt all wrong. Desperately he flailed about hoping to find something reflective. In the corner of his cell, he found a puddle of muddy water... He stared in shock; he couldn't believe what his eyes perceived. He had been transformed into some sort of Minotaur; his reflection was so grotesque that he wished never to see it again. Nevertheless, the nightmare looked back at him from the water. He kicked dirt into the puddle until it was reduced to mud, but there was no way to close his mind to the images that tormented him in his head.
The next day Sir Shane was brought into the court for sentencing. He felt that he was coping fairly well, he hadn't screamed in the last five hours. Six very worried looking guards brought him before the judge. He had once known these men, they would have stood at his side no matter how badly the odds were against them, but now they could barely stand to look him in the eye.
For un-knightly conduct concerning the apprentice Elvira, he was to be banished from the city and have his knighthood revoked until such time that he could prove that he deserved to return. For interfering with the wizard upon his arrival at the tower, Sir Mitchell was to be charged thirty thousand Imperial Dollars. When the judge's hammer came down, the sharp clang reverberated throughout Shane's mind. For days, the sound would echo in his head. To Shane it was the sound of life as he had known it, ending.
Shane was escorted to the outside of the city, where he sat for the rest of the day. He had no belongings other than the leather prisoners' pants that they had made him wear. He truly had no will to go on. Shane wondered if he could sneak into the city and retrieve his armor, but on second thought, that would never work now that he was changed, his armor would be too small to fit him. He wondered if some proud knight like he had been, would mistake him for a real Minotaur and try to slay him. Deep down Shane almost hoped such a thing would happen. His whole life, he had wanted to do nothing but become a knight. As it stood now, life had lost meaning.
The next day the guards made him stand farther from the road because travelers were afraid that a monster lived outside the castle. Shane thought to himself that they weren't far from the truth.
That night, Sir Mitchell came up to him carrying a trunk and leading a horse.
Shane looked at him "I heard that our wizard messed you up pretty good while you were guarding the tower".
Sir Mitchell smiled "Yeah I'll admit that he got the upper hand, but I got my revenge".
Shane looked at him "How?"
Mitchell leaned close so nobody might hear, "you remember that ridiculous fine they pinned on me?"
"Uh huh" he answered.
"Well, I hocked some of the old fool's stuff to pay it off. He suspected me so he tried to turn me into an ugly bloke like he did to you. Unfortunately for him, he did it in the middle of the courtyard, so he was jailed up and Elvira was promoted to court Witch. Luckily for me, my armor deflected the spell. Everyone thinks it was vaporized because it disappeared for a while. I figured I would give it to you while they made me a new set. You can have the horse too".
Shane thanked him and tried the armor on. Sir Mitchell was bigger than he, but the armor still fit very tight. He tried to get the Gauntlets onto his hands, but he soon realized that it was never going to happen. Giving up on the gauntlets, he put the helmet on and Sir Mitchell nodded in approval.
"There now nobody will see your ugly mug".
Shane chuckled for the first time in days. If anybody else would have said that, then he would probably have killed the fool on the spot, but somehow it was all right if it came from a friend. Shane looked at him, "I may be ugly but you're still uglier".
Sir Mitchell laughed and told Shane to get out of town before someone spotted them. As Sir Mitchell walked away, Shane checked the saddlebags on the horse. He found a collection of gold coins inside.
"One day I'll pay you back," Shane said to himself.
Before leaving town, Shane decided to purchase a weapon at the local armory. Inside he found a two handed sword similar to the one he used to have. To his horror, he found that his hands were so big that he could no longer get both of them on the handle. As a one handed weapon it was off balance and completely worthless. The clerk watched him contemptuously as he tried every sword in the shop. Finally, he found a huge beaten up ax. It had a good balance, but Shane just wished he had more training with axes.
"How much for this?"
The clerk looked at the weapon "Ah I got that off a dead Minotaur some years back, I could never find anyone who could wield it properly. I would need to get about 100 Imperial coins for it". Shane stood stock-still. In his head, the words echoed, "*Got that off a dead Minotaur*".
Shane chuckled grimly under his breath. It seemed fitting that he would choose it out of all the weapons in the store. When he came to his senses, Shane asked if he could trade a pair of imperial gauntlets for the ax and some bigger gauntlets. The clerk agreed and handed a huge pair of gauntlets to Shane. They weren't as well crafted as his Imperial armor, but they fit. When he left the shop, Shane headed into town hoping to find some work at one of the nearby guilds\*\*
Neko sat lost in Shane's story, for a moment not realizing where she was.
Once he finished his tale, Shane lifted the helmet from his head. To his shock, Neko leaned over and kissed him.
Shane smiled then sat and petted Neko's hair "Maybe I should get cleaned up also".
Neko finished eating her fish while Shane removed his armor. While he was washing up, Neko noticed something that fascinated her; his balls were huge like those of a bull. She thought that she might get a closer look if she helped him wash up. When he felt a hand on his back, Shane reached for his ax, but he settle down when he realized that it was Neko. The little cat took her time as she washed his back then his chest. When she reached his equipment, she looked up apprehensive.
"Do you mind", she asked.
He just led her hands down to his sheath. Neko happily sat in the water and soaped up his balls. It wasn't long before she spied a horse shaped penis beginning to protrude from his sheath. When he became fully erect, she began to run her hands up and down his shaft.
Shane held her against him as she licked and sucked on the head of his cock.
While she ran her hands across his shaft, Neko pressed it to her breasts exciting him further. Soon, they were both sweating and panting. Neko slid her tail into her moistened pussie and imagined that her tail was the huge cock that she held in her hands. Neko sucked on the tip of his cock and got an enticing taste of pre cum. She wrapped her legs around his balls pressing them to her sex.
The feeling of her tail sliding across his balls as it made its way into her was too much for Shane. He tried to hold off a little longer so he could warn her.
"Hold your breath you're about to get doused".
When Shane's balls pulled up to his body, pushing semen into his shaft, Neko orgasmed from the extra pressure against her pussie. With her hands on his shaft, she could feel the cum rushing toward her face. When it reached the tip, she put her mouth over his cock-head. She got more than she bargained for when the first burst nearly choked her. When she pulled back, each proceeding burst hit her squarely in the face, soaking her skin and dripping down her body.
Shane looked down and saw her sitting there smiling cutely in a pool of semen. As the excess cum dripped from her body, it was being washed downstream.
Neko coughed meekly "You were right; I should have held my breath". Once they were cleaned up, they lay together in the tent and slept.
Neko insisted on cleaning him every time they came across water. Even though she always made a mess of them first, that was the best part. Sometimes when they had been unable to find any streams to camp for the night, she would stroke his cock between her breasts until he orgasmed, and then she would use her tongue to lick him and herself clean. She wanted him to mate with her but he was afraid that he would hurt her because of his size.
Eventually, they found Chenoa walking down the trail looking utterly exhausted. That night when they camped, they asked Chenoa what had happened to her. Chenoa's story took half the night.
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Chenoa & the Pack
*Several days ago...*
Chenoa saw Neko head back to the carriage. Meanwhile, she began climbing her way up the mountainside. *hang on Amura*.
After three days, Chenoa had caught no food and found no water. She was getting desperate when she noticed some wolf tracks. It appeared to be an entire pack. If she followed the wolves, she knew she would find water. It took all of her skill to follow the trail because snowdrifts caused the prints to disappear so she had to use other methods to track them. Near sunset, she came upon a stream with a freshly killed goat next to it.
The red hue of the sun beautifully marked every aspect of the landscape. *Amura would have loved this*, she didn't take too long to enjoy the view because she was starving. The goat had already been chewed up a good bit by the wolves but one of its legs was fairly intact. Chenoa used her teeth to remove the goat's leg then began eating while she bathed in the stream. With her hunger and thirst finally sated, Chenoa curled up on the riverbank and drifted off to sleep.
When Chenoa awoke, she saw a pair of yellow eyes looking directly at her. Instinctively she jumped up and reached for her sword, but she found that in her haste she had neglected to bring it.
The wolf closest to her, apparently the leader of the pack, spoke to her in canine tongue, "Only the pack is allowed to eat from a kill"! The others growled in assent.
Chenoa thought quickly then responded in their language, "Then let me join the pack".
They seemed shocked that she understood them. After talking amongst themselves, they finally concluded that she must be a wolf, albeit a strange looking one.
The leader looked to Chenoa "To become part of the pack, you must be born into it or mated into it".
Chenoa reached down to the leader and stroked his furry sheath, "Then make me your bitch".
The wolf became hard despite himself, and asked the pack for its approval. Finally, they agreed that she could become his mate, but there was one condition. Every member of the pack would be allowed a chance to test the abilities of their new member.
Chenoa got on all fours and presented herself to her new mate. He tried to control his excitement as he straddled her body. He waited until the entire pack was ready to witness the act before he got started. When all eyes were on them, he plunged his cock into her cunt, taking her violently. The shackle on Chenoa's neck was jingling as her body was shaken from the force of his thrusts. She felt his saliva dripping on her neck as she clawed at the ground. In the true nature of canines, his bulbous cock began to swell as he neared his climax.
Chenoa was panting like a dog as she felt him swell within her... she let him take her. Finally, the wolf reached his climax. As he flooded her with semen, he howled up into the night sky. Their act finished, they remained tied together as his hardened cock continued to fill her womb. While they waited, one of the other wolves came over begging for attention.
Chenoa stuck her head between his legs and licked his cock. The wolf was already completely erect from watching them, and the knot in his shaft was engorged within his sheath. Chenoa took his furry sheath in her hand and began to pump the knot of his penis. Chenoa licked him clean, as she continued to massage his dick. Soon he was humping against her hand, driving his rod into her mouth. With a howl, he came in her hand, covering her mouth with watery hot semen. As his cock hung loosely under his belly, drops of wolf cum fell to the ground and mixed with the snowflakes that were beginning to fall.
A female wolf came over and helped to lick the first one's cock clean, as the next wolf walked over to Chenoa, eager for his turn. Chenoa told him to lay on his back so she would have better access to him. While she worked on his equipment, she looked up to find that the fourth and final male was standing over her, waiting for relief. She began by sucking on one while giving the other a hand job, but she finally decided it was easier to suck on both wolves at the same time. She held both cocks in her mouth while she pumped them with each of her hands.
The female wolf leaned her head down and helped her by licking the cocks she was pumping. The pack leader finally managed to pull himself free from her cunt, so he walked in front of her and added his spurting cock to the fray. Chenoa was surprised when a third cock was pushed into her mouth, but she kept up the pace by constantly alternating which wolf she was masturbating; the female wolf took care of the one she wasn't currently pumping. The lead wolf licked Chenoa's rump while she worked, he was very pleased with his new bitch.
It wasn't long before the last two wolves unloaded into her mouth. When she was done, Chenoa eyed their still hard cocks hungrily. She laid the leader on his back while she brought her mouth to his canine member. Chenoa's hand caressed his balls while she cleaned his cock with her tongue. She worked her tongue around the knot, relishing the taste. The salty taste filled her mouth, and causing her sexual excitement to rise. When his penis slid back into its sheath, she went to the next wolf and helped to clean him up.
By the time she got to the last wolf, she was so worked up that she crouched over him and lined his cock up with her dripping wet cunt. The wolf's cock had almost returned to normal while she was working with the other wolves, but when she mounted him, he became fully erect again.
She moved up and down on him, her lust driving her into a state of animalistic passion. The lips of her sex pressed against his knot every time she came down. The pressure of his knot on her clit was driving her crazy. With a howl of her own, she came to the peak of her pleasure.
Chenoa lay on the ground, short of breath. Waves of pleasure were still rippling through her body. As the leader announced that she was now part of the pack, the leader's other mate eyed Chenoa suspiciously. Now that their work was complete, the pack headed to a nearby cave to wait out the snowstorm.
The next morning another orgy ensued. All of the male and female wolves were lost in passion except for the leader's mate who continued to watch Chenoa's every move. Chenoa hoped that she wouldn't be a problem, because she had neglected to take her sword with her in her rush to help Amura. Chenoa's thoughts drifted away as a canine penis was driven into her body. When they found out that her cunt could take two cocks simultaneously, her life in the pack got very interesting.\*\*
The snowstorm lasted for the rest of the next few days. While they waited out the storm, Chenoa told the leader about her plans to head north to the castle. After some discussion, they decided that north would be as good of a direction for the pack to head as any other. The storm stopped early the next morning. The leader of the pack stood up and announced that it was time to travel.
Around sunset, Chenoa caught the scent of a deer. They headed in the direction of the scent. Soon they came upon some tracks. It wasn't long before they spotted their quarry. It was a stag, and he was just finished mating with a doe. However, the pack wasn't big on subtlety. Howling and yapping, they rushed the two deer. The doe got away but Chenoa managed to grab the stag by his throat.
As the pack pulled down their prey, Chenoa laid on his belly holding him down, her jaws around his throat. Chenoa gasped, almost losing her grip on his throat when his still hard cock slid into her pussie as she straddled him. Apparently, he hadn't been finished with his doe, because he began to burst within Chenoa while his life faded in her jaws. When it was finished, Chenoa howled at the full moon, crimson blood glistening as it dripped from her jaws and cum shining silver in the moonlight as it streamed from her pussie. Even the leader of the pack was taken aback by how feral she looked. At that moment, she made the rest of the wolf pack seem tame.
The pack spent the night sleeping with pleasantly full stomachs. Two days later, Chenoa was bathing in a stream when the leader came over to her.
Chenoa looked at him "if you want some lovin" than you'll have to wait until I'm finished with my bath.
The leader shook his head "that's not why I'm here; I need to know about your intentions with the pack".
Chenoa gave him a quizzical look; "I told you earlier that I intended to stay until we reach the castle". The wolf laid his head in his paws, "I was hoping that you might consider staying permanently. But if not, are you ever going to return".
Chenoa looked and saw a glint of desperation in his eyes. She walked over and petted his head "You know that I'm too free spirited to ever stay anywhere, but I promise to come back and visit".
The wolf brightened up with the hope of a return visit. Chenoa ruffled his fur and held him to her breasts. While petting him she said in a seductive tone, "I finished my bath with the hope that you would be ready to fuck me. You aren't going to leave your bitch disappointed, are you?"
The wolf nuzzled her breasts and climbed over her. He began to slide his cock into her while still licking her breasts.
Chenoa whispered into his ear "take me hard; take me like an animal".
In response, he grabbed her throat in his jaws, and began viciously ramming his cock into her. She reveled in the feeling, clawing at his fur with her fingernails. They became enveloped in animalistic passion. The water splashed around them as they danced in the pool.
From the hill nearby, the leader's mate looked on; envy and anger shone in her eyes and consumed her heart.
When they reached orgasm, Chenoa and the wolf howled into the night. Afterwards they lay together and waited for the swelling of his knot to subside. She talked about what they would do when she returned.
While she nibbled on his ear, Chenoa made him a promise, "Baby when I come back, I'll make sure that you forget I was ever gone".
He gave her a toothy canine grin as he pulled his cock from her body. While he walked back to the pack, Chenoa took another bath.
Unbeknownst to her, someone was watching her, silently creeping closer. Just before she was knocked over, Chenoa heard a sound behind her. Chenoa fought desperately to get the animal off her back. Finally, she flung it in front of her. Too her surprise it was the pack leader's mate. Chenoa's neck was bleeding from where the wolf's fangs had lacerated her. The wolf advanced on her growling. Chenoa took a step back toward the waterfall at the end of the lake where the water washed down to meet with the stream below. The wolf leapt at her knocking her back down. She clawed at the wolf's face desperately trying to keep the snapping jaws away from her neck. The wolf lifted her head and Chenoa saw her opening. She leaned forward and sank her fangs into the wolf's throat.
The wolf slashed her face with a paw and Chenoa lost her grip. The wolf stepped back, but the damage had already been done, she was bleeding profusely from the wound on her neck. As the wolf's vision blurred, she lunged again. Chenoa was ready this time and she rolled with the wolf's attack. At the end of her maneuver, she flung the wolf through the air. The wolf skidded across the rocky edge of the lake and fell off the ledge.
Chenoa licked her wounds as she limped to the waterfall. At the bottom, she saw the wolf lying motionless. She heads paws rushing through the woods behind her. The pack had arrived to see what the commotion was. They looked over the edge and saw their fallen companion at the bottom. While Chenoa was still trying to explain the situation, they headed back to their cave. Chenoa stood confused. Hurriedly she rushed toward the cave. Inside, most of the wolves were going back to sleep. She walked up to the leader, "don't you want to know what happened"? The leader looked back with sorrow in his eyes "the two of you fought and only one remains. That is all that matters in these woods. Life is hard only the toughest are meant to survive". Chenoa stood not knowing what to do. The wolf continued, "This doesn't bode well for me. When you leave, I will no longer have any mates. I fear my status ad leader will not last long". The wolf laid on his side, and fell into a troubled sleep. Chenoa slept beside him with her, hoping to alleviate his pain.
In the dead of night, Chenoa left the pack and began walking toward the peak of the mountain. In her solitude, days passed which she barely saw whisk by as she traveled. Sometime later, she met up with Neko, and Shane. Chenoa climbed onto the back of Neko's horse and rested while they rode. During their ride, Neko told Chenoa all that had happened since they had last met. Chenoa remained uncharacteristically silent as Neko talked.
When they made camp for the night, Shane studied his map and told them they should reach the castle by late afternoon the next day. While getting ready the next morning, Chenoa borrowed a dagger from Shane. It wasn't as good as her sword but it would do if they ran into trouble.
They traveled for several hours until they crested a hill, and the visage of a castle was presented to them. It should have been beautiful, but there was something foreboding about the place. As they approach the castle under the warming noontime sun, they doubled their pace and reached a large door in minutes. While checking the latch, they heard Amura screaming inside the castle. Chenoa found the door to be unlocked and she was about to enter when Shane stopped her.
He held his shield high and stood in front, as they entered the castle. Chenoa and Neko were waiting for him to go through the doorway but he just stood there rooted to the spot.
His reluctance to move was caused by utter shock. Instead of finding a goat-sized dragon, he was greeted by a dragon which stood well over thirty feet tall. The scales on its body were red tinged with ebony black and smoke curled up from his nostrils as he glared at Shane. In the next moment, the doorway disappeared in flame; in the center of which, was the silhouette of a screaming knight.
The blast threw Shane backwards, past Chenoa and Neko. Neko ran over to him to find his armor covered in black char. Tendrils of smoke came out of his helmet in wisps, as she pulled back the faceplate. Neko yanked away her hand when it was singed on the metal.
"Are you OK, do you want some water".
Shane looked aghast, "it was huge, bigger than a house".
Neko began casting a healing spell on him; meanwhile, he continued making his grievances known, "bigger yet, bigger than two houses. Where do you even find dragons that big ... on top of a mountain of course? You'd have to travel for weeks if you wanted to get barbecued properly".
Suddenly he realized that Neko was standing over him "Your still alive!" he cried in amazement.
"Leave, get on the horse and run for your life. There's a dragon in there you know", He was desperately motioning for her to head toward the horse as he talked.
Neko couldn't understand the nonsense that Shane was saying, so she continued with her healing spell.
Chenoa looked at Shane, he was still moving so she figured he would be OK, so she headed back to Amura's aid. Just as she was about to charge through the door, the blast of air from another burst of flame knocked her down. Chenoa lay on the ground for another moment her fur slightly singed. Enraged, she leapt through the door and charged into the building, her dagger raised high. As she ran at the dragon, it fired another burst of flame but the fire was stopped by some sort of creature that was flying through the air, shielding her. She was almost to the dragon when she realized that the flying creature was actually Amura in her succubus form. With all her might, Chenoa swung her dagger stabbing the dragon in the leg. It howled in pain, and then kicked her across the room. Chenoa rolled as she landed and came to on her feet. Reaching down she lifted a charred sword from the scattered remains of some unlucky adventurer. With the new weapon, she rushed the creature again. Chenoa was just about to swing her sword when the dragon reached out and grabbed her around the waist.
Meanwhile, Shane had regained his senses and was running toward the dragon.
Amura's power was waning; she knew she couldn't hold off the dragonfire for much longer.
Shane saw his target, the dragon's heart, but it was currently out of his reach. Chenoa strained for air as her lungs were squeezed in the dragon's crushing grip. As her strength was sapped, the sword began to slide from her hand. She put every drop of effort into gripping the sword; she knew it was her only hope. The dragon took the nearly unconscious vixen and tossed her into the air, as she came back down he opened his mouth wide.
Amura shrieked when she saw Chenoa fall into the dragon's mouth. Amura's power finally gave out and she fell to the groundâ€"unconscious, as her body transformed back to normal. While the dragon was swallowing Chenoa, he held his neck straight up exposing his heart. Shane took advantage of the opening. He swung with all his might, sinking the head of his great-ax deep into the Dragon's chest.
The dragon shuddered for a moment then faltered in its steps, before finally falling to the ground. Amura stood up on weak knees and walked over to the dragon wondering about Chenoa's fate. Meanwhile, Shane walked over to the beast's stomach and pulled a skinning knife from his belt. He slit the dragon's gullet open and out fell several pieces of armor and a nude infuriated vixen.
Amura rushed over and hugged her soaked friend "I thought you were dead".
"So did I... But, what happened to my armor".
Shane chuckled, "the same fluid dragons use to breathe fire is also in their stomachs. It has a tendency to dissolve leather, such as the type used to hold armor together."
Chenoa looked at the leftovers of her armor and wondered if he was right.
"One more thing, don't get near any fire until you two get washed off."
Amura released Chenoa from her embrace. Chenoa was beginning to shiver from the cold, so Amura brought her to a nearby stream so that they could be washed up. They hurriedly cleaned each other's bodies while Neko got a fire going.
Later they sat together in front of the fire, wrapped up in a fur blanket. Amura, Chenoa, and Neko spent the next few hours talking with Shane about their adventures.
The next day, they searched the dragon's lair for anything useful. Not interested in loot, Shane spent his time skinning the beast. By the time that he had the dragon's hide bundled up; they were almost done with their search for equipment. Chenoa found several finely crafted pieces of armor and a pair of short swords that would work well as dual-wield weapons. Shane was studying his ax, there was a hairline crack going right through the center of the blade; it wouldn't sustain another hard blow.
Neko noted his concern, and began looking for a suitable replacement. In a dark corner, she found the biggest sword she had seen in her whole life. She grabbed it to pull it away from the wall and found that it wouldn't budge. She braced her feet against the wall and pulled hard, toppling the sword with a thunderous crash. Everyone looked toward the sound and saw Neko dragging the weapon behind her. Neko's arms were strained and her chest was heaving, it was a relief when Shane came over and took the sword from her grasp.
Shane held the sword up,( the balance felt good) "Thanks Neko, this should work perfect".
"No problem" Neko gasped for breath. While she held her hands on her knees, wheezing, Neko noticed something that looked like a bow, lying under some junk armor.
Amura picked it up and held it to the light. Small gems glimmered across the surface. The bowstring was long gone, but that could be remedied easily. She handed it to Neko, who sat there happily watching the sunshine glow in the gems.
While Shane was getting all of the valuable parts off the dragon, he found something useful. This was one of the rare dragons that had a bone in its penis. Such bones were prized for their magical properties. He had no intention of selling it; he had a better plan. Neko had no idea how much joy it gave Shane to wield a sword again. He hoped his gift would begin to help her understand his gratitude. Shane's hands were no longer as dextrose as they had once been. It took him several hours to thread a gold chain through the bone and some of the smaller dragon teeth. When he was done, he admired his handiwork. Neko was busy stringing her new bow when Shane came over to her. She grew suspicious when she saw that he had one hand behind his back.
"Neko I have a surprise for you".
Neko became excited wondering what it might be, "what is it. Let me see, please"
Shane pulled his hand in front of him, revealing the necklace.
"It's lovely, where did you get it?"
"I made it" he replied smirking. "Do you see the golden bone in the middle"?
"Yes."
Ever so gently, he hooked it around her neck, "That is a dragon penile bone. As long as you wear this you will never have to worry about being cold again".
As the bone touched her breast, Neko felt a warmth flood through her body. "You're right, I feel warm" Neko hugged his chest, and then thanked him with a kiss.
Shane looked down at her, "Now, go show your friends". Chuckling to himself, Shane watched her speed off, jubilantly calling Amura's name.
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Kings And Queens
Amura and Neko rode quietly. The trip north was colder than expected, and they were not making very good time. Amura only hoped that they could reach the city that they had heard of, before there was a snowstorm. The sky was gray and everything had a gloomy appearance to it. It was getting dark earlier, so they had to stop and prepare to make camp. Amura tended to Ember, while Neko scouted the area.
Neko got back just as Amura had finished preparing the carriage to camp the night. She had mixed news. The area was clear, and there were no signs of danger, but there was no sign of prey either. If they could not find some good hunting soon, they would be completely out of their dry rations. Amura watched silently as Neko sat complaining about trying to eat an indestructible cracker.
Finally giving up on the cracker, Neko took a lonesome look into the distance, her fingers touching the necklace that she wore against her breast.
"Amura, how long until we meet up with Shane & Chenoa in the North City?'
Amura simply smiled, "not too long, just depends on how fast we can travel at this point."
Neko nodded in assent, but still she looked into the distance...\*\*
They traveled for a few more days, and were nearing the city. While guiding the horse, Amura realized something. She felt that familiar itch again; she would be coming into heat soon. Good thing she had Xeno and Neko with her, or she stood the chance of going crazy. Amura looked at the gray sky. It was getting late again, but she felt that they should be able to make it to the city within three days. With the remaining hours of sunlight, she decided to cover as much ground as possible. Not much later, she approached an encampment just off the road, a sentry quickly rode up to them.
"Halt! What business do you have here?"
Amura pulled her cloak tight to hide her fur.
"What is your business here?", he demanded.
Amura studied him before she spoke.
"We are simply traveling north, to the nearby city of Panthaleon."
"Well, be on your way, his majesty is not to be disturbed by common travelers. Be on with you!"
Amura shrugged, she didn't want to get involved with royal affairs anyway. She was just about to move on when something caught the corner of her eye. Movement in the woods... Suddenly a dart came out of the trees and struck the sentry. He fell down in Amura's path, blocking her route of escape. By the time she had maneuvered around, the invaders had closed in. Amura saw a raging Orc leap through the air straight for her. It was stopped in mid-jump by one of Neko's arrows. Amura looked back and smiled at her little friend.
"We're in trouble."
Neko licked her lips, "As always."
Neko pulled out another arrow while Amura got on the roof of the carriage to get a better look. It was an awesome ambush; Orcs were everywhere. Remembering her training, Amura began conjuring little icicles and using them as projectiles against the horde of enemies. Luckily for Neko and Amura, they were on the fringes of the fight.
Still desperately defending their position, Amura noticed several flaming arrows hit the carriage. Before she could do much about it, the whole thing erupted. Amura concentrated on quelling the fire while Neko and Xeno tried to hold off their attackers.
From the center of the encampment came a serious disturbance. Amura instinctively turned to look and saw something rather interesting.
She saw what she at first mistook for a lion. A closer look determined that he was one of the Catrai, but of an impure lineage. Standing in the center of the encampment, his body covered in tawny fur, the lion roared. What made him a bit different from the common Catrai was that his head was more lion-shaped. He was strong though, very strong. Amura stood still, transfixed as he picked up Orcs and tore at them unarmed. One after another, her took them down. Seeing this creature fighting back so mercilessly, the invaders began to slow their approach. Amura was still on the fringes, and now that was where all of the enemies were. Plus, she had come to the realization that they were not going to be able to save the carriage from burning up.
"Move towards the encampment!" She commanded Neko while she un-harnessed Ember.
Now fighting up close, Amura, Neko and Xeno tried to push their way through the line of enemies. Quite often, Amura had to resort to using her shockwave attacks to fend off the Orcs, but her powers were waning. Neko had slung the bow over her back and was now using a small dagger to hold off the enemies. Even Xeno was not able to repel such a force.
Suddenly, Amura found that they were surrounded. Standing back-to-back with Neko, Amura clenched her hand.
"This doesn't look good at all," Neko whimpered.
Amura prepared to surround Neko and herself with a shield, but knew it wouldn't do much good. Then a spot of good luck came. The enemy line was broken as an army cut right through it. Seeing their position had been compromised, the remaining Orcs backed off. Amura looked toward the ones who had saved them, but found that it was only a single individual. It was the leonine one that she had noticed before.
He slowly walked up to the two females as the enemies began to flee. He took a very long look at Amura and smiled charmingly. Just then, an Orc fell from the overhead branches, right above the male. Without even thinking about it, Amura held out her hands. A moment before the Orc completed its trip and sank a spear into the leonine one's neck, Amura screamed out an incantation. Fire made a trail of smoke from her fingertips and the Orc was blasted straight backwards into a tree.
Amura stood in as much shock as the others. The Orc was on fire, and made no attempt to move, very much dead it seemed. That was a very powerful spell Amura had done, but it was not one she remembered learning. It was just then that Amura came to realize how powerful she could truly become. She felt hungry almost, and felt a need to learn more about such untapped abilities. Amura was broken from her daze, as the leonine male bowed to her.
"I am King Panthaleon of the North City, you have saved me from a grievous attack, dear maiden, and I shall not forget it."
Amura was in shock. This was the King. She didn't quite know what to say.
"Uhh... why don't we just call it even, as you saved us too?" she finally uttered.
Panthaleon smiled back at her but was silent. He appeared to be staring at her arm rather intently. Before she got the chance to wonder about that, she realized something. She was naked at the moment, and Neko was almost naked.
"My Sire," she exclaimed as she dropped to her knees. "Forgive me, but it seems I have lost my clothing in the carriage."
He looked at the pillar of flame and nodded. "It is not an issue maiden, you are one of the Catrai, and in our lands vestments are only optional. Amura looked up surprised.
"I was not aware that the Catrai had power in these lands."
"Perhaps not, but I do have power, and I say that you may uphold Catrai customs while you are here. Let me ask you a question, do you know of that mark on your arm?" he asked.
Amura thought about it for a moment as she stood back up feeling quite free at the moment. Neko was still standing in shock. Amura simply shook her head no in answer to his question.
The King sighed, "Why, it is a royal mark, and one of Catharine the Great as well."
Amura had to take that in for a moment. She thought of her cousin Catherine. They had never told her that she was related to royalty. Now that she thought about it; that explained a few things about Catherine. Perhaps she had refrained from telling Amura because they were such close friends as cubs, and she didn't want any animosity. Whatever, it didn't matter really. Did it? Amura and Neko followed the king back to his encampment and he invited Amura into his tent.
After getting a meal, they sat together as he wanted to ask her something. He licked his lips and spoke.
"I have something to ask of you, but I do not want you to answer just yet. I have been King of this small area for some time, but have yet to have an heir to the throne. The people worry about it, and I do as well. You being here like this, it poses an interesting opportunity. You are of royal lineage, and are quite an acceptable mate I might add. It is so simple that it is complicated. You are coming into heat and I need a mate. If you accept my offer, I am sure you will not regret it. You shall be named Queen of my lands, even though they may not be so very vast. Also, there are many other benefits. I am sure your companion would appreciate being a guest of the kingdom whenever she is there, or any other companions you might have as well. As I said, it is much to ask but I see a need in you, a need that I believe I can cure. Beautiful maiden, will you be my Queen? I suggest that you sleep on it, and tell me when you have come to a decision. We will be to the city in less than two day's, it would be good to know before then, but I will not rush you. For now though rest. We leave in four hour's time,"
Amura didn't know what to say but the moment she tried to utter something, he politely cut her off and again asked her to get some rest. Amura walked back to her assigned tent, in shock. She didn't think she would be able to sleep, but she laid down anyway.
Several hours must have passed, and still she lay awake. Amura licked her fur clean as she tried to sort out her thoughts. Her mind was spinning, but she was sure of one thing, she was in heat and that took precedence over everything. Silently, Amura made her way to Panthaleon's tent. It was getting quite dark, and everybody was busy packing things up. She easily slipped by unnoticed. Amura Slid into the king's tent and worked towards him. She was shocked to hear his voice.
"I am afraid that you aren't silent enough to escape my attention dear one. Have you already come to your decision then?"
Amura walked up to his bed and climbed over top of him to look into his eyes.
"Oh yes indeed, I have decided. Queen Amura has a nice ring to it doesn't it?"
Panthaleon smiled toothily, and stroked her cheek.
Amura gripped his shoulder and licked his ear. "Take me, make me..." She cooed.
Panthaleon simply growled and rolled her over so that he was above her. Amura felt something hot against her leg and realized that he was now just as naked as she. He nuzzled her neck and she mewled with anticipation. She felt it now, she was in heat, and she needed relief. Amura bit his ear gently but with intent.
"Mate me, my King," she growled.
Panthaleon growled back at her and gripped her waist.
She was shivering in anticipation now, and her sex was wet. She could not wait any longer. Amura sighed as his member slid down the inside of her thigh and approached her pussy. When the tip touched the soft lips of her sex, she gasped. She wanted it bad and she knew that he knew it.
Slowly, he penetrated her, sliding in easily as if made to fit her perfectly. As he pushed deeper and deeper, she clutched his back, her breath coming out in hitched gasps. With excruciating slowness, he began pumping her, working up faster and faster.
Amura let him ride her as she had never been ridden before. Eventually, he was thrusting into her so rapidly that she was digging her claws into his back and she could hardly think. Amura felt tears brim her eyes; it felt so good that she never wanted it to stop.
She felt a tide of pleasure well up within as she came closer to reaching her limit. As Amura orgasmed, she roared loudly, completely unrestrained. The aftershocks were hitting her hard as he still hadn't slowed down. Her claws dug at his back, sinking into the fur. Amura gripped onto him even harder as her back arched over the bed. She cried out in her passion, it was too much she couldn't breathe.
Then she felt him pump her with renewed vigor. He pushed into her deep and she sighed as the first shot of hot liquid warmed her womb. As each silky burst came within her, she did as earlier promised and let it fill her fully. It was unlike she had ever felt before, and as the warmth filled her she settled into the bed purring. She felt so good. Amura sank her face into his mane and let sleep overcome her.\*\*
They moved out soon and Amura was able to get Neko a chance to ride in the royal carriage to act as guardian during the trip. Panthaleon didn't mind letting the girl stand guard as he and his new mate took care of important matters. As much as Amura knew Neko enjoyed her task, she did notice the girl glance back to watch the couple from time to time. It was only by making good use of her tail that Neko was able to contain herself.
Amura almost felt sorry for the girl, she was all warmed up with nowhere to turn. Still, Amura had to focus her attention on her sire, and that would take her full concentration. Neko would just have to wait a bit. During one of their breaks, Neko crept up to Amura and asked her what she could do. Amura had to decline any invitation, but suggested getting Xeno into the carriage during their next stop. Neko seemed to absolutely love that idea.
They got to the city ahead of schedule, and Amura was escorted to the palace while Neko went off in search of Chenoa and Shane, especially Shane it seemed. Amura smiled at the little cat girl. Back to the matter at hand, Amura stepped into the royal bedchambers, followed closely by Panthaleon. He sent the guards away but left four women who stood in the corners of the room. He said that they were his personal attendants and were supposed to be nearby at all times. As he sat on the bed, Amura smiled animalistically.
"So, the king is never truly alone then? I don't mind," Amura leapt onto him and pushed him over the bed.
She was in full heat now, and nothing was about to stop her from getting what she wanted. Seemed that no one had ever mentioned it to her before that if she let a male take her fully, it would excite her state of estrus to the extreme. She had never wanted to mate as badly as she did at that moment. Even the guards had some difficulty keeping their composure as they watched over the vivacious couple, and it wasn't like they hadn't seen the King take a female before, each one of them had been granted the chance several times themselves. This time though he was not doing it solely for pleasure it seemed. He was mating Amura with a passionate purpose, and giving in to his own animal nature as he roared along with her.\*\*
In the morning, Amura climbed out of the bed and stretched. She had slept for barely three hours, but the sun was coming over the horizon and she was getting hungry. Amura looked back at the disheveled bed; the King was still asleep. She turned to one of the royal guards.
"I am hungry".
The guard bowed slightly and clapped her hands twice. In moments, the door to the bedchambers opened and an aide entered.
"What do you wish of me, my lady."
Amura was a little surprised at the service but she simply repeated that she was hungry. The aide quickly bowed and walked away. As the aide left, Amura watched patiently. The aide was quite elegant, and wore only a very thin silk robe. It did nothing to hide her body; that was for sure.
In mere minutes, three new aides appeared. Each one was similar to the first, pretty and practically nude. As they did not have fur, Amura guessed that the robes were warmer than they looked. They brought her a delicious looking meal of lightly grilled rare meats and side dishes. Amura picked up a goblet and took a sip. It was rich warm cream; she smiled, they sure knew what she liked. By the time that Amura had eaten a decent portion of the meal, Panthaleon awoke. She turned back smiling and licked her lips slowly.
"Time for dessert," she whispered.
Amura slowly climbed over him and licked her way down his chest. Lower and lower she traveled, making no hurry even though she was getting fervent in her own lust. She eased her way towards his crotch and smiled, as he was already quite erect. Seductively, she nuzzled his shaft, and then extended her tongue, licking her way down his length. She felt him shiver at her touch, and she worked down further lightly kissing his balls. She reveled in the feel of his velvety fur against her face, and the scent of him combined with her own scent from last night's encounters.
Amura purred and worked her way back up and slowed as she reached the tip. She made her way to the tip at an excruciatingly slow pace, making his cock throb in expectation. Finally, she drew her tongue all the way up, licking at the pre-cum there. Purring so hard that it sounded like a growl, Amura pressed her lips to the tip of his shaft and took him into her mouth. He moaned as she let his shaft slide deeper into her mouth. Once she had taken in most of his length, Amura pulled her head back upwards, feeling his hot member slide against her tongue. Amura continued sucking on her own personal treat until she couldn't wait any longer.
Amura let him free from her mouth and climbed out of the bed. She got on all fours sinking into the soft rug, and swung her tail back and forth invitingly.
Panthaleon didn't hesitate, and quickly closed in. Coming up behind her, he licked her pussy; he could tell that she was more than ready. He gripped her rump and brought himself up, straddling her comfortably. As he gripped her waist, he grinned widely. Her tail was swinging erratically, and her purring had an insatiable sound to it. She turned and growled at him, seemingly with a hint to hurry up, as she couldn't wait any longer. He was happy to oblige. Panthaleon drew his hips to her rump and slowly slid his cock against her pussy.
Amura whimpered and felt a shiver go through her entire body.
Panthaleon aligned himself, and gradually pushed into her. He reveled in the feeling of the warm softness enveloping his member, and it was no secret that she liked it as well. Once he had slid all the way in, he continued thrusting at a steady pace. Working more rapidly every moment, he gripped her around the waist and licked her neck hungrily. Soon, he was pumping her hard, as she panted for breath beneath him. He continued to piston into her, feeling his balls swing against her with each inward reciprocation. As he neared his limit, he closed his jaws around the scruff of her neck and held her firmly. Both of them were growling quite vocally and he felt that he wasn't going to last much longer.
Amura's body tensed below him and he heard her gasp for each breath. Feeling that she was also close to her limit, he thrust with his full force, driving her to climax. He was holding off his own climax, and as he rapidly pumped her, he was already to the limit. Not able to hold it off any longer, he felt the pressure building as he came to his zenith. A second before he did, he felt Amura orgasm. As she screamedâ€"roared in his embrace, and tensed her whole body in orgasmic pleasure; he began to ejaculate, pushing hot semen deep within her body.
Every burst felt like pure heaven as she took it within herself. Finally, he was done, and so was Amura. Panthaleon dismounted from the tigress, and laid next to her on the floor, gasping for breath.
While she rubbed her legs together and smiled, purring satedly; he methodically licked himself back into his sheath. This was the third day, and she hadn't slowed down a bit. He just smiled and looked at his little tigress. As much as he might like her to stay and be by his side as Queen, he knew she was too restless. She would be his queen, but she would not be able to stay. Perhaps after time, she too would see that there was more to life than adventuring. No, not yet, she had much to learn and she hungered to experience everything. If she managed to survive all of it, only then would she come back for good. He silently stroked her back.
"I'll wait for you my mate," he whispered as she rested.
Amura wasn't asleep just yet though; she heard his words quite well. Though it brought her warmth to think of, he had been right in his thoughts, she wasn't ready to slow down just yet. Maybe one day she would be ready to accept that this was where she belonged. She just couldn't now, not yet. With that thought, she drifted to sleep. | FSE |
Title: Centurions (A1, B1, C15) by KitKaramak
Tags: Action, Character Development, Fantasy, Kitsune, Plot Development, Sci-Fi, Story Progression, Story Series, Succubus, Telepathy, Werewolf
Chapter -15- Centurions
*Thursday, July 8, 1999 - 11:02 am Las Vegas, Nevada*
**A Ford Escort protruded from the side of a boxcar** in the pouring rain. Even with the added weight on the side, the train remained on its rails.
Gunshots rang out, muffled by the intensity of the downpour. The rounds sizzled against an electric force field, pulsating in a bubble around Nathanial Carrington.
Karla Chintzy kept her hands outstretched, creating a telekinetic trench in the knee-deep flood waters.
She pursed her lips, telekinetically shifting the water of her reverse-moat, forcing the water on the outside of the group to be higher, so as to act like a liquid 'sandbag' barrier. "Okay, old man, we have our dry donut hole. Do your thing, babe."
Sinopa and Jonathan stood adjacent to their friends.
Nathan clenched his hand into a fist, creating an electric current in the water where their attackers stood.
The raw voltage electrocuted a group of men causing them to drop where they stood. More rounds struck the force field, vaporized by the raw energy of the dome-shaped field.
Karla sniffed disdainfully. "YiaYia called for *rain*, not a wet t-shirt contest. I mean, I know this is Sin City, but *damn*." She glanced back at Sinopa and said, "I've never made a 'foxhole' in water before. Don't get excited about the name, lovey."
"Give it a rest." Jonathan pursed his lips in an attempt to bite back the agitation. "I'm going to check on the children. Try and keep my wife safe this time, Nathan."
"I'll make it up to you." Carrington waved his left hand back, opening a hole in the field nearest to Jonathan. "Don't get shot, you're not as young 'n spry as you used to be."
The thirty-four year-old master thief made eye contact with the old man; they smirked at one another.
Jonathan stepped out of the inch-deep water and into the knee-deep floodwaters. With grace and gravitas, he scaled the gravel hill up to the tracks. Jonathan shimmied up a ladder on the side of the boxcar using only his arms and upper body strength, making the ascent appear effortless.
The master thief put a foot on the siding and pushed himself away from it, performing a flip onto the roof of the train car. He ran in the skin-stinging rain, left hand aloft to cover his face.
Parker hurdled the gap between each train car. Up ahead, he saw the hazy outline of where the road dropped down. He approached the overpass and performed a somersault off the side of the boxcar.
With a grunt, he landed on an abandoned sedan, the water even with its roofline. The top crushed in somewhat. He used the momentum of the first jump to carry him into a second flip.
Jonathan landed in a crouch on the flooded street with his right palm between his knees. Water rushed against his chest. He stayed low, surveying his surroundings.
Water rushed towards the nearby underpass beneath the tracks, behind him.
He stood slowly and waded through the floodwaters, which were even with his navel. The intersection was at the bottom of several hills, all of which drained down beneath the tracks into the intersection. Water gushed down over the side of the nearby I-15 like a waterfall.
Trees, sign posts and a car tire gathered, swirling angrily with nowhere else to go.
The nearby intersection of Twain and Dean Martin had a car with water racing across the hood. He recognized the color and approached it.
The water pressure held the doors shut. "Open the windows!" he shouted.
No reply.
Jonathan moved closer to the car. He noted the rental was damaged. He squinted in the rain, seeing signs of a substantial collision.
The master thief glanced back at the other car, beneath the tracks, which he used as a springboard a moment earlier. The bumper didn't appear to be high enough to cause the damage sustained by the rental sedan. "Peri! Marcus!"
No reply. Jonathan grimaced. He traced the backside of his hand over the crumpled front quarter panel. He determined an SUV or truck was at fault.
"Open the windows! I can't tell if your doors are locked or if the water is holding them closed!" He couldn't see in through the condensation on the inside of the glass.
No reply - all he heard was the ambiance of the rain and flood waters.
Parker ripped off the passenger rearview mirror. He used it to smash out the rear window.
He reached through, pulled up on the lock, and tried to jerk the door open, but the water pressure made it difficult.
Water splashed in through the broken window, leaving a puddle on the rear seat and across the already-damp upholstered floor.
He leaned in. The rental car was empty.
"Dammit." Jonathan turned from the car and made his way back up the hill, under the I-15 overpass, where Dean Martin became Industrial Road.
The water eventually lowered to knee-height again but he trudged against the current.
A palm tree floated towards him. He shoved it out of the way and continued up the hill back towards his friends.
Karla saw him first and held her left hand towards Industrial road.
Parker saw the water part in front of him. It rose up on the sides, creating a thick liquid wall. He hurried through the cleared trench.
Bullets struck the wall but broke apart against the water barrier. One of them harmlessly pelted his shoulder. It stung but didn't break the skin.
He approached the trio and said, "They're not in the car and it looks like something hit it. Possibly a truck or SUV caught by the floods, but that intersection is at the bottom of a hill on all sides, and there's only one other vehicle in sight, which isn't damaged. They were hit in a way that forced the sedan up onto the sidewalk; the collision point is high on the rental."
Karla took a deep breath to keep herself calm. "Hit and run? So, if they weren't there, did they go for help?"
"I didn't see any sign of serious injury inside the car. It's possible they were abducted."
The succubus narrowed her eyes. "For the sake of my temper, I hope you're wrong. If someone hurt my man, I will tear their heart out."
Nathan arched her brows. "Proper Klingon warrior death, huh?"
Karla nodded. "Everyone deserves a warrior's death." She nudged Nathan. "Lower the deflector shields, Captain. I'm going on an away mission."
"Karla..." Nathan's voice was punctuated by another round, which disintegrated against the force field.
Karla eyed the older of the two men. "I won't ask again. And don't give me any shit. You know I make jokes to handle stress."
Nathan sighed. "No, not the joke ... we can't afford to separate. I'm exhausted. We'll find the boy. We need to get out of this rain. If we separate now, we're not as effective against these people."
Karla clenched her molars together. "They might outnumber us, but the council sent a bunch of neophyte to fight. Most of these losers only recently manifested their abilities. I've got this."
"Karla!" Nathan turned to her and balled his fists up. "We will find him the way you found me! But if you walk away now, you may not find him, and you'll still be putting the rest of us in danger! We should do this together."
"I've known you a long time," she said, eyes narrowed from the hard rain. "And you've never loved anyone else after my sister died. But I know you remember what it feels like to be in love; after all these years I've finally found it. And the further he gets from that car, the harder it will be to find him, goddammit!"
Nathan put his hands on her shoulders. "Karla..."
Without warning, Karla spun away from Nathan's hands and dropped. The water level rushed inward, filling in their circle. Sinopa, quick to react, reached for Karla to keep her from falling beneath surface.
"Nathan, the field!" Jonathan shouted.
Carrington clenched his hands, creating a fresh field of electricity over them. "Bullshit," he muttered. The old man glanced back at the others. "Is she okay?"
"I'm fucking fine," Karla snapped, sitting up with Sinopa's help. "It's my fault - I distracted you from keeping the field up."
"Karla, I'm sorry. I guess I really am getting old."
She gingerly reached over and protectively cupped her arm where she'd been grazed. "I really didn't need getting shot, I didn't need this dirty-ass water in my goddamn wound, and I don't need those rookie Specials taking my man." She got to her feet.
No one spoke.
Blood, half-washed away from the water, ran down Karla's bicep where she'd been grazed. "I've had worse periods, goddammit. But those guys ... oh, I've had *enough* of those guys. Lower the field."
"Karla, you've already been shot once! You want that to happen again?!"
She glared at Nathan.
He glared back but kept his focus on the field this time. "You're right, I have been in love. You're right, it was before I met you. But that doesn't mean I didn't learn how to love again."
"What?"
Nathan sighed. "Karla, you've already been shot once; I don't want you to be shot again. You're the only girl left in my life, kiddo. Don't go out there, okay?"
"Lower. The fucking. Field. Or I'll find another way through it."
"This is goddamn bullshit, Karla."
"Let me out!" she shouted in frustration.
Nathan opened the side nearest to the boxcar.
Karla stepped out of the domed section and held her hands out in front of herself. Her palms and forearms took on a moderate pink incandescence, visible even in the daylight, even in the hard rain.
She kept her palms outwards. Rounds veered away from her, driven off course by the power of telekinesis. She trudged through the knee-deep water, approaching the attackers, some who had guns, some who wielded supernatural abilities.
"Where's the boy?!" she shouted upon approach. "I know you people act like a goddamn paramilitary group. You're in contact with each other. You all know he's here and I know you want him more than you want me, and more than you wanted Nathanial, or that mirror."
"You're wrong," shouted one of them.
Karla approached the one who spoke, assuming he was the one in charge.
The man sneered, backing away from the succubus. "We care about the mirror more than we want any of you. Nathan was the only one capable of getting it back, so we took him out of play."
"Where. Is. The. BOY?!" She ground her teeth together, eyes squinted from the rain. "What did you do with him?!"
"Kill them all," the man shouted to his subordinates.
Karla's arms flashed with a brilliant carnation glow. The pink incandescence went all the way up to her collarbone.
One of the boxcars tipped over, snapping the metal connectors in front and behind it.
The box car, with the Ford Escort jutting from its side, flipped from the rails and tumbled down the hill. It bowled over the group of attackers and came to rest over most of the group.
An enormous wave splashed up, followed by a strong rush of water.
She opened her stance to balance herself. The water came up to her torso, passed her, and returned to knee height.
Anyone left standing turned about and ran.
She sniffed with disdain. "You're not killing anyone, especially him."
Silence. All that remained was the sound of rain and the distant wail of emergency response vehicles somewhere up on the interstate.
Nathan, Sinopa and JC approached her from behind.
Sinopa was the first to speak. "Karla-san, we will find him. Marcus-san is surely well. I promise we will..."
"Chance." Karla turned back to the group. "His name is Chance. Let's start looking. Those neophyte assholes didn't know where he was."
"You're sure?" asked Nathan.
"If they did, they'd have used him as a bargaining chip to demand our surrender. He can't be far." She looked up, seeing a helicopter race by.
Two people dangled from a rope beneath the chopper, suspended by a rescue harness.
She kept her hand up to shield her eyes from the rain. With a sigh, the succubus turned back to the group. "Let's hope that's what happened to them." She watched the helicopter disappear over a tall casino to the east.
Karla approached the overturned boxcar lying in the middle of Industrial Road. She shuffled her feet beneath the water, walking along the large car.
She paused, reached downward, and used her telekinesis to draw the water back from a man half-trapped beneath the train boxcar.
"I'm going to ask you one more time; this is your only chance to save your life. Where is he?"
The man coughed several times.
Karla put her hands on her hips; her palms remained glowing, keeping the water parted. "I don't have all goddamn day. Make a hand gesture or something. There's a train on your legs, you're in shock. You had the breath knocked out of you, else you'd have drowned by now, dipshit. Now, tell me where the telepathic boy is, or I'll end you. Don't. Try. Me."
The man continued to cough. He lifted his right hand up and weakly formed the middle finger. He panned his hand back and forth, making the gesture to everyone standing near Karla.
Karla turned away from him. The water rushed inward, covering the man trapped beneath the train. "This is turning into a very bad day." Karla took a deep breath then exhaled calmly, eyes shut. "Okay. We should start by investigating the car they were using."
Sinopa's eyes went wide. She turned away and shook her head. "Karla ... where is your humanity?"
Nathan frowned. "Jesus, kid. What you just did ... that was the Karla I knew back in December of 1906. I thought we worked to get past that side of you. Remember?"
Karla took a deep breath and sighed through her nose. "That boy is the best goddamn drug I ever had. What you just saw was me going through Chance-withdraw. Now, I'm going to repeat myself *one more goddamn time,* okay? We need to start by investigating the car they were using."
Jonathan glowered. "I'm not letting my wife down there. I have to think of our children first. It's at the bottom of several hills and there are tree branches floating through there, and the water is continuing to rise. It's not safe."
Karla looked from Jonathan to Sinopa. She lowered her gaze to the kitsune's belly. Karla cut her gaze back to Jonathan with a sigh. "I'm ... I'm not arguing with you, Conner. I understand it's dangerous, and you need to protect your future children."
Sinopa said nothing, not wanting to interfere with her husband taking charge of the situation.
Jonathan added, "Then we all agree - we need to come up with another plan."
Karla ran her hands up through her wet hair, catching her fingers into a clump of tangles. She sighed in frustration. "The thing is, we need to learn whatever we can about..."
"Karla." Nathanial put his hands on her shoulders. "You need to slow down. We need to get out of the rain before reinforcements show up. You just crushed and drowned a dozen supernatural members of the Esoteric Community. The rest of them are further up the track, trying to get the train moving again. Now they're going to have to cover up this mess before it attracts attention. And with rescue helicopters in the area, pilots are going to notice it and report in."
"Nathan..."
Nathanial continued overtop Karla's protest. "So now your actions will bring the whole damn EC here to keep this contained. We need to find your boy and get the hell out of here as quickly as we can."
"Both of them," said Parker. "We also need to find the girl with him."
"Her name is Peri," Karla muttered.
Jonathan put his arm around Sinopa's shoulder. With his other arm, he lifted her up into his embrace. "Let's get out of the floodwater. My wife isn't safe in this mess, Nathanial is exhausted, and ... Karla, you've been shot."
"I don't have time for that right now! Chance doesn't have an active ability! We need to find him!"
JC sighed. "I'm headed to the Luxor. Just keep heading south until you see a sign for it. I have a permanent suite there. I will tell them I'm expecting friends. When you mention that you are with me, they'll take care of you. They'll bring you dry clothes and a tailor if necessary - whatever you need."
Nathanial nodded to Sinopa. He cut his eyes to Jonathan. "Where are you going?"
Jonathan sighed. "I'm going to take a helicopter out of the city."
"What?!" Karla threw her hands up in the air. "Are you serious?"
Parker replied in a stern voice. "I am taking my wife home. It's the only place I know she's safe. When we're situated, we're going to look for the mirror. You two take care of yourself. I don't want to find out you two were killed, do you understand? I work for the EC and it's already a shaky relationship because they don't like the fact that I've married a demigod. So far as they're concerned, Sinopa was able to get out of that boxcar because she's a messenger god - *not* because she had help from fugitives. When I get back to San Fran, I'll report to them that she is home, resting. I will tell them that I never saw the rest of you, are we clear?"
Karla turned to the older man. "Go on, Nathan. You're exhausted and they need your protection between here and the Luxor. I'll handle things."
"Nathan, iie, stay with Karla."
Nathan glanced from Karla back to Sinopa. "Are you sure?"
"I will handle whatever comes our way," said Sinopa. "Please, help her find the boy. He is important, and more importantly, he is important *to her*."
"I can't be around the telepath," Nathan said with a sigh. "It would cause..."
The succubus pushed her hair from her face and shouted. "Dammit, Nathanial! Just get them out of here before they're seen with *me*. Go!" Karla pointed south. "GO! If they're seen with me, or standing around the train with you, then they won't be able to help us anymore! We can't expose them to the EC. You know what you've got to do, old man. Get them there without being seen." She put her hands on her ears. "Go on!"
"We're in water," Jonathan replied.
"Jesus, okay fine!" Karla waved her hands. The waters receded, pushed back by telekinesis. She brought her hands to her ears again. "Go!"
"Fine." Nathan turned to the Parkers and put his hands on their shoulders.
A flash of light filled the area. A bolt of lightning ascended into the sky. Another flash descended to the ground in the distance.
The heat caused a hollow tunnel through the rain for a split second. A clap of deafening thunder knocked Karla off her feet. She stood back up in the rain. Knee-deep flood water rushed inward, around her bust line.
Karla shouted a string of obscenities in frustration.
She got to her feet and brought her hand to the stinging bloody flesh wound on her bicep. She headed down Industrial Road towards the intersection where Chance and Peri's rental car was abandoned under the rising floodwaters. "Goddamn 'desert' my *ass*."
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*July 8, 11:35 am Somewhere nearby...*
**"You okay?"** Chance asked two more times before Peri stirred.
"What happened?" Peri asked in a weary voice. She sat up, rubbed her forehead, and looked around.
She lay on a comfortable bed. On a nearby nightstand was a plastic placard that read, "*STARWOOD*, Hotels & Resorts Worldwide Inc." She rubbed her cheeks and glanced back at Chance. "What happened, Mark?"
"We're at some swanky hotel. Caesar's World, or ... Palace or ... something. I'm not sure what it's called. One is a casino, the other is the hotel."
Peri looked around but the room had been stripped of identifying features. "What can you sense?"
Chance frowned. "In the next room there's some rich guy from a place called Park Place Entertainment. He's a business rep; his company is buying this place. I can hear his thoughts."
"Yeah? What's on his mind?"
He shrugged. "Money. He's working out a deal to buy buying this place to make legitimate money for the Esoteric Council. I don't know what his ability is, but there are two guards in the area. I think he's in charge of our, uh, 'capture.'"
"Oh, is he now? Good." She swung her legs around and slid off the bed. "Let's go get some answers, then."
"We can't leave. There are people with guns outside of our door."
"Fine, fine! Whatever, then. I won't leave. Doesn't mean I can't ask what's going on." She stopped by a bathroom and stared at a dress on a hanger. "That had better not be for me. I'm not wearing *that*. I'm not like your frilly little friend, Mark. I don't do dresses or skirts."
Chance shrugged. "It was hanging there when we were brought in here."
Peri opened the door. Two armed men turned to face her, pointing handguns in her face. "Whoa, whoa." She put her hands up. "I just want to talk to the guy in the next room over."
"Listen," said one of the guards, "Get your pasty white ass back in that room and stay there."
"Whoa, hold up. First of all, don't judge me because I don't have a proper tan. I tried to catch some rays yesterday, and one of my friends sprayed me down with this sunblock crap. Second of all, I want to talk to the guy in the next room. You know, pal, the guy who works for Park Place with all the money?"
"His day job is none of your business, girl. Get back in the room or you're going back out in the rain. And trust me ... you'll sink under the floodwater from all the holes I'll put in you."
Peri eyed him for a moment. "I'm sure the other patrons on this floor would love to hear gunshots."
The man put his gun to her forehead. His accomplice attached a silencer barrel and put his weapon to her forehead. The first man followed suit, attaching a flash suppressor. They put both their guns in her face and said, "A lot of accidents happen with guns. And there are no other guests staying on this floor at this time."
Peri ground her teeth together. "Fine. I'm going to call you out on your bluff. Shoot me."
The second gunman told the first, "The reward is for the boy, not the girl. I say we give her what she wants and kill her."
"Fine." The first guy pointed his weapon down and shot Peri in her outer thigh.
She fell to the floor, hissing in pain.
Chance launched himself off the bed, hurried to her and dropped on the carpet, adjacent to her. His leg locked up from sympathy pain. He quickly put his hands on her thigh, trying to stop the blood flow.
The guards grinned at one another, satisfied.
Chance looked up, pain on his face, and said, "What did you do that for?! All she wanted to do is ask why your boss rescued us! She wasn't going to hurt anyone!"
"Shut up, kid." The gunman shoved both Peri and Chance back into the room with his foot. He shut the door behind himself and leaned against it. "Stupid kids. They're lucky I didn't throw any punches."
"Okay, okay, man." The second gunman put his handgun into a holster on his side, beneath his blazer. "This gig is easy money. Don't go using your abilities and screw it up."
"Yeah..."
Inside the room, Chance kept his palm over Peri's leg. "Oh my God, I'm sorry he shot you."
"I'm ... I'm fine," she said in a weak tone. "I'm okay."
"No you're not. I can feel the pain in my leg, too. You're hurting. I'm so sorry he shot you."
"Marcus, it hurts. But not as bad as the rest of my body." She felt cold. Adrenaline spiked her blood. Her heart raced. Sweat beaded up on her forehead.
Chance stared at her, puzzled.
"My back hurts worse. And my jaw. God my jaw hurts. And I've got a wicked headache. My feet, my hands." She trailed off, panting from the debilitating aches throughout her body.
"I ... I only feel the gunshot in your leg. You hurt elsewhere?"
"Just ... give me a minute." She waved him away and put her hands on her leg to compress the bleeding.
Chance frowned at her, unsure of what to do. He stood up and hobbled to the other end of the room. "Feeling your gunshot gave me a Charlie Horse." He glanced back at her, concern in his eyes.
"I'll be fine, just ... shh." She leaned against the doorframe to the adjacent closet.
Chance turned and glared out the window. He could see the brand new Bellagio peaking up over other buildings in the background. "Peri..." He kept his eyes on the window. After a moment he felt more pain than just his leg. His jaw began to hurt. His head began to ache. He reached for his lower back with a wince. His ankles hurt horribly. He turned back to face her on the floor in front of the closet, adjacent to the door to the hallway.
Peri clutched at her thigh, blood gushed up between her knuckles, covering her hand. She drew her hands back from the wound and looked down at her palm. She opened and closed her fingers several times. "God my hands hurt."
"I feel it," he said, panting from the pain.
Peri looked up at him with glassy eyes; tears streamed down her cheeks. "You look like you're hurting a lot more than me," she said, looking back at him then down at her hands again. "She swallowed back the agony, trying to look tough. I can't believe that guy shot me."
"You've got the adrenaline. My body knows there's nothing wrong with it, so it's not generating any. I think. But I feel your pain."
"Marcus, I'm sorry you're going through this, too." All at once she gasped in exquisite, excruciating pain. She flailed back and flung herself across the carpet.
Her body locked up. She curled into a fetal position. Peri opened her mouth to groan but she was breathless, despite the heavy flood of adrenaline to her system.
Chance dropped to the floor, feeling everything she experienced in raw, sober detail. No adrenaline. He drew his knees to his chest in a ball, unable to cope with the intense pain. Everything became dizzy and distorted.
Peri's body began to swell. Her mouth remained agape, unable to scream. She thrashed about. Her foot struck the closet door, pushing it all the way open.
The dress fell from its hanger and draped over her face. She arched her back and brought her knees to her chest again.
She was in shock from being shot. She couldn't think clearly enough to rationalize what was happening to her body.
Her ankle shifted, snapping the joint only to reform itself. Her foot arched and her heel changed.
The flesh of her foot split, bloodying her socks. Her toes clenched together and the skin began to fuse together. Her toenails pushed outward and changed shape.
She kept her mouth open, unable to breathe. Her teeth changed shape. Her jaw shifted forward, elongating. Her jawline became narrow beneath the dress draped across her face. Her nose pushed forward against the fabric.
Her intense headache consumed her. Her ears pushed upwards, moving higher than her temples.
Peri arched her spine again. Her lower back felt as though it broke at every vertebra, which paralyzed her legs. Her feet trembled and her knees knocked together.
The young woman's shoes began to split at the sides and front. Her left pant leg swelled up just above the knee. Her tailbone ached. A growth at the base of her spine filtered down along the backside of her thigh.
Her shirt split at the back. Her bra strap snapped. The fabric cups drooped as the fat deposits of her small bust shifted away rapidly.
Her waist expanded and her hips reshaped. The button of her pants broke.
Chance watched, helpless, as she went through the painful and brutal change of her first transformation.
Her eyes became grey in coloration and glazed over with a visceral look.
Fur sprouted from the pours of her skin, growing in splotches and patches over her body in a surprisingly short amount of time. The tissue of her ears changed in shape. Animalistic ears sprouted from the top of her head.
Her jaw snapped from the breaking of bones. The grinding sound of the bones reshaping was even more sickening. Her face grew outwards into a muzzle.
Her fur became thick, until her flesh was covered. Dark dapple grey with mottled markings in clusters of lighter grey and brown, her fur continued to grow in thick. The remains of her shirt and jeans, still damp from being in the rain earlier, puffed up from the fluff growing beneath.
Tears welled up in her eyes, which caused them to glisten. Her animalistic gaze softened, showing vulnerability.
She reached to her torso where two lines of fleshy buds popped up along her belly and chest, seven nipples in all.
She floundered about in anguish for another moment. Peri gasped, taking her first breath of air in nearly a minute.
Peri felt overheated but didn't sweat. She *couldn't* sweat.
Her clothes continued to rip at the seams unable to contain her larger frame, and then suddenly...
All at once, the pain stopped.
So many new sensations occurred at one time, the sensory overload was overwhelming. New smells, new sounds, the feel of ... *whiskers*.
Out in the hallway, Peri heard the muffled voices of the two guards.
"Yeah," said one guard to the other. "My girlfriend is stuck on the CAT. I think she said her bus number was 729."
The second gunman's voice was equally muted through the door, yet easily audible to Peri's new ears. "No shit...? She's okay? Where did it get stuck?"
"Jones Boulevard. She's good at the moment; says the 95 is a parking lot. No doubt in my mind this is going to be the straw that causes us to break up. If I wasn't working today, she wouldn't have been alone."
Peri remained silent, lying still to regain her composure after the terrific pain of her first transformation. She crawled towards the door and continued to listen to the dialogue between the gunmen.
"You ever met the Grand Justiciar? He's out of Chicago. He hates humans, man. If he ever heard that you date a mundane, he'd have flipped out on you, man. If she breaks up with you, just let it go. Better to find someone with abilities because your peers won't judge you, man."
"You judge me?"
"Nah, I don't even date. Fuck that noise."
"Seriously?"
"I'm neurotic, man. OCD, ADD, I get weird in relationships, man. I'm broken. I don't even have a dog. When I go home, I like shit quiet. I like it peaceful. I'll be happy when I die if it's quiet like Shakespeare says."
"Damn, man. Not to sound gay or nothing, but I hate being alone."
"Nothing wrong with being gay. My brother's gay; coolest guy I know. He likes shit to be quiet, too."
The hotel door flew off its hinges, bowling down both men.
An enormous grey-furred creature stood up on its hind legs with a dress draped over its head, across its shoulders. Massive hind-paws carried the animal through the doorframe.
Two large forepaws reached forward, picking up both men by their throats.
The werewolf clapped them together hard, smashing their bodies three times. Both men went limp.
She threw them to the floor.
Silence.
Peri turned back towards the hotel room.
Chance stood by the hotel bathroom door with wide eyes.
She wore ripped socks that went from her ankle to her heel. Around her left calf, her pants were tight at the cuff, dragging the floor. She wore a thong, with her tail hanging out at the back, but the waistband was stretched to excess, and the fabric was bulged in the front from fur.
"P-Peri is that you in there?"
She trudged back towards him and leaned in close until her large, wet, black nose brushed against his.
Chance froze; his heart pounded in his chest.
In a slightly huskier voice, she said, "The pop tarts weren't enough to tide me over. I'm hungry." She stood up straight.
"P-pop tarts. Right. Of course. You, uh ... you love pop tarts."
"Hell yeah I do. But, like everything else on the market, they're loaded with preservatives, genetically modified corn syrup; all sorts of bad crap. Sugar is probably the best ingredient in there. I say we go talk to that guy now. Although I doubt he'll have any pop tarts for me."
Chance swallowed back his initial fear and brought his hand up to touch the wetness she left on the tip of his nose. "I can't read you very well. All I can tell is ... that you're overheated."
"I'll adjust. I can't sweat like this. Fur is blocking the pores. Sweat glands are inactive. Christ, I'm going to need one hell of a myofascial release. Not looking forward to that - it hurts. I doubt it'll be as bad as that transformation, though. Jesus, that was hell, wasn't it? Feel great, now, though."
"A what? What's a myo...fash...al? I'm glad to see you're feeling better."
"Hell yeah. This is awesome. I feel amazing. I was born for this. I can't believe it took a bullet in the leg to trigger my first time. I need to learn how to control it so I can do it whenever I want! Oh, and to answer your question... First-time transformations mess with the fascia, the muscles. Strands sometimes reconnect wrong. The first couple of transformations were hell on werewolves until Andrew Still came along in the nineteenth century."
Chance stared at her, unable to read anything, including her. He remained silent with a black stare.
A devious looking grin tugged at the corner of Peri's newly formed muzzle. "C'mon. I want to see this guy. Which way? Left or right?" She pulled the dress off of her head and draped it over the faces of the two men lying on the hallway floor.
Chance stepped out into the hall, looked down at the broken door and the two motionless men. He licked his lips and pointed to the left.
Peri's grin broadened. "Jackpot."
Chance's head began to clear. The fear, confusion, and other emotions of witnessing Peri's painful transformation concluded. He could sense his surroundings again.
"Let's do this, Mark."
Chance nodded. He walked down the hall to the next door. "He heard the commotion. He's already calling for help."
"Step back, kid." Peri took a position across from the office door. She put her foot on the hallway wall and tensed up.
Chance licked his lips in apprehension.
Peri launched herself across the hallway and used her shoulder to blast her way through the door. The handle lodged itself in the wall inside the room.
She stumbled, amazed at how easily the door gave way. The werewolf stood up straight, flooded with confidence. She stepped into the business suite, and snarled. Her upper lip lifted, exposing her fangs.
Chance telepathically fed off of Peri's intense confidence. He stepped in next and nodded politely to the man. "So. You're here to relax in your swanky new investment, huh? That makes me a business transaction, doesn't it? And damn ... you don't even care that I'm telepathic, nor do you care what they'll do to me because of it. All you want is more money, and the Esoteric Council has plenty of that, don't they?"
The man looked from Chance to the werewolf. He stared at Peri for a moment. "I've never seen one of your kind after transformation. I've only heard stories. What is that mucus on your elbows and shoulders, were-beast?"
"Were\_wolf\_, get it right, shrimp." Peri lifted her left arm, causing mucus in her fur to glisten in the room lighting. "It's pushed out during the transformation, especially if it happens quickly. So, are you going to talk to the kid? He asked you about what's going on." She eyed the man behind the desk, disappointed by his lack of fear.
"I'll have to cover up what you've done to my guards. And yes, my day job allows me to make money. I'll leave Park Place after the acquisition, and find somewhere else to set up a new merger. That's what I do - I broker mergers for various groups."
Silence.
After a moment, Peri turned to Chance. "You know what would be awesome about being a telepath? I've always wanted to turn around in a big chair, hands folded, and say, '*I've been expecting you,*' but you could totally do that. Also, you could do this guy's job better than him without even trying."
The man shifted his eyes to Chance. "Three billion dollars, boy. I'm making fifty million of that up front, and another two hundred and fifty million after the deal closes. Three hundred million dollars. That's what speaks to me. Money. I don't care if you know my thoughts. You don't have the personality or sales experience to steal my business deals, so you're no threat to me."
Chance tilted his head somewhat. "I have a friend who can 'broker' a deal for you to look the other way and give us information. Three hundred million is chump-change to this friend. You and I could do business."
"I have a better idea," said the man with a smile. "I let the council take you both, right here and right now. Then I tell Jonathan Parker that I have proof you two are friends, which will upset the Council. Then, Mr. Parker pays me whatever I want. It's called extortion. I get the money I want either way. You don't think like a businessman, boy. I do."
Chance glanced back at Peri. "He's afraid. This is his poker face and it's a good one. But his biggest fear is death because it means he won't have his money anymore."
The corners of Peri's muzzle tugged, feigning a toothy Cheshire smile. "I've been told the first bloodlust is always the most memorable one. Want me to rip him apart?"
"No, wait." Chance turned back to the man and asked, "So, let me get this straight ... Philip Astor is it?" He took another step closer to the desk. "Who is my buyer?" Chance's style of speaking changed to mirror Philip's own. "With whom have you brokered a deal for the sale of information regarding the telepath? Wait ... no..." Chance moved closer to the desk. "My mistake - what is the name of the buyer interested in purchasing me?"
Astor's eyes widened. "You want to reason with *him*? Those guys will end you because you're an invasion of their privacy. You don't have a chance."
"I just might. In fact, if I let you live, you can call me Chance. What's his name?"
Astor remained silent, but the trick worked, causing him to think about his business contacts.
Chance folded his arms, feeling brave with the werewolf adjacent to him. "He gave up the name, Peri. Reinhardt and Sire St. Leonard. They're brothers. Apparently, they have the ability to make people do what they want with a mere suggestion."
Astor glowered in anger. "You have no willpower when they speak, especially in the presence of Sire. Reinhardt's power of influence isn't quite as strong but he's twice as influential outside of his abilities. The brothers *hate* humans as much as telepaths. Wasn't your mother a mundane human? Oh, and wasn't your father trying to bring down part of our governing council with some information?"
"Maybe it was time to fix things," Chance replied.
Astor scoffed. "You know what is bad for business? Unplanned change. So," Astor said, getting his cocky edge back. "I'm going to wager a bet, boy. I'm willing to bet the farm that Reinhardt would kill you whether you were telepathic or not, and he will stop at nothing to make sure you die."
"Okay." Peri approached Astor.
He retreated from the desk, and moved to the bedroom section of the business suite.
Peri followed with a calm, playful gait.
Astor pushed himself up into the corner adjacent to the bed, eyes wide. "Wait!"
Peri's expression became devious, offering a dark smile. "Guess your pals will be here soon, huh? Soon is still too long, and I'm hungry. That's okay, though, Philip. I'll settle for fast food." Peri moved in slow, watching him scrunch up against the wall.
Chance felt Astor's confidence drop, and his fear spike. "He's scared to death, I can feel it."
Peri grabbed Astor and threw him down on the bed. She opened her maw and bit down on his arm, wanting to hear him beg for his life.
However, she couldn't sink her teeth into his skin. She strained, biting as hard as she could manage but she couldn't do much more than mar the flesh, creating a bruise.
The werewolf lifted her head, eyes wide. "What ... the hell? You got a metal plate in your arm, Phil McCracken?"
"It's true. I'm afraid to die," Astor said, adding, "The telepath is absolutely right. But I'm good at hiding my hand until it's time to play it."
Chance swallowed, feeling as though his telepathy somehow failed him. "He manipulated us. He somehow fed me information on what he wanted me to think."
Astor smirked. "You cannot do my job, boy. I take into account what abilities people have, and use them to my advantage."
Chance approached the bed, standing next to Peri." I find it ironic that a man who has no emotional fortitude, when it comes to the thought of pain or death, has natural resilience to physical injury."
Peri elbowed Chance. "You're talking like him again. I hope I rub off on you the same way. I'd love to hear you say or act random like me." She turned back to Astor and bared her teeth. "But let's see if your throat is as tough. Maybe your tongue can still be ripped out, or your eyeballs..."
Astor sat up and shoved them both back. "Girl, you can't do much more than slobber on me." He drew his hand up and perused his marred wrist. "I'm surprised you were able to bruise me. But it won't be enough to kill me."
Chance eyed him. He cut his gaze back to Peri. "It hurt him. He felt the bite." Chance smirked. "But hey, we're pretty high up. I wonder if he'll survive a *fall*." He glanced back at Astor.
Peri's ears laid flat in frustration. "It would guarantee his escape if he does live from it," she said. "Hey, I heard people can die from tickle torture. Their lungs collapse or something."
Chance furrowed his brows and looked back at Peri. "I imagine a person would go unconscious from not getting enough oxygen. To be honest, we don't have time for that."
Astor smirked. "You're right, young man. You don't. They're going to..."
Men came up the hall in a large group. Astor smiled.
Peri's ears perked up.
"...Ah, here they come now. I played the games, I thought in my mind how I'm afraid to die. It kept you both here. I waged and won this hand. Now ... you're the Grand Justiciar's problem."
Peri snatched the man by his throat and hurled him at the group coming into the doorway.
Astor's body bowled everyone down.
She went to the window and gazed out. She saw a pool but it was too far to jump. "We're going to have to go through those guys, Mark."
"Dammit." Chance clenched his hands and tried to repeat the mental attack he caused back in France but nothing happened.
Peri cocked her head, staring sidelong at him. "What the hell is that look for? You constipated? Come on, we'll make it. You need a gun. Should have taken one from the guards. That was dumb of us."
"Yeah. Rookie mistake made by two rookies."
"Pretty much..." She watched as the men got to their feet. "We're trapped in this room, and I'm high on adrenaline. Also, I'm the only one who can fight."
"Tamamo called you our weapon," he said. Chance swallowed down a lump in his throat, watching as the angry group of men stood.
The soldiers appeared unharmed.
"Look, Peri. They don't want you. They're satisfied to return you to your people. They might even help you find your original tribe. That's their job as a government. They want me; you don't even know me."
"Maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm batshit crazy."
"Peri..."
The man with the solid skin, helped up by another, forced his way back to the front of the group. "Oh, boy, one more thing ... did you know that your father wanted to use you?"
Peri put her paw out, pushing Chance back behind herself. "Head games, huh? Figures, you seem the type to..."
Chance stepped out from behind Peri. "Wait, what?"
"That's right." Astor dusted his hands over his suit, smoothing it of wrinkles. "Your father wanted to use you to spy on the council. He needed your ability to prove his information about someone in their group. I broker more than deals; I sell information, too. Your own father wanted to use you for your ability when he found out about it. I just wanted you to know that before you die. You were just a tool for him. You didn't even have a very good relationship with him because he resented you."
Chance sensed truth to the man's words, but refused to fall victim to another possible ploy. "Yeah, right. He took me to the hospital instead of going to the meeting."
"Actually," Astor said with a smile, "you reminded him of his worthless human wife."
Chance flinched. He empathically fed off of Peri's newfound confidence to keep his wits. "I doubt there's any truth to my dad using me. I manifested the day of the accident."
"The initial word on the street was that you manifested the day you woke up. But your father used to be a council member. Council members don't receive the death sentence. They receive imprisonment. Of course, we told him that you're alive. But we also told him that you're an anarchist who doesn't remember anything."
Chance ground his teeth together. "Bullshit. My father died in that fire. You're lying."
"Do you even know his ability?" Astor asked. "Boy, your father wanted your help in taking the government in a new direction; that's his obsession. We interrogated him, so we know the truth. And then we told him that all you want to do is attack all supernaturals with the help of that dick sucker blond. Needless to say, your father was very disappointed."
Chance balled his hands into fists. "First of all, you're a liar. You're a good one, but you're still a liar. If you ever mention Karla again..."
Peri put her paw on his shoulder. "Just stop. You're embarrassing yourself, Mark. You're Charles Xavier. I'm Wolverine. Let me make the threats \_for\_you."
Astor tilted his head. "You know, I could take you to meet Daniel Howard before your scheduled execution, young man." Astor adjusted his cufflinks with a smile. "There are a lot of people in this hall. Some of us have very imaginative abilities. You don't have a chance. Either jump out the window like idiots, or give up."
Silence.
Astor turned towards Peri. "Also, the boy is right. As he would be, since he can read all of us ... Miss Darken was it?"
"You can eat a fat one, Phil."
Astor rolled his eyes. "I mean that you can come with us. You were manipulated by a telepath. We don't hold you as guilty."
Peri scoffed. Her ears laid. Her whiskers lowered along her muzzle. "You assholes have treated us worse than Colonial people treated Native Americans. Some of my people forgive it because it happened a long-ass time ago, but some of you age slowly."
"Our people have had our differences," said Astor. "The Esoteric Community and the Mythological community has found peace."
"First of all, we're not mythological. You asshats have known about vampires, werewolves, and the fae for a long time."
Astor held his hands up. "I'm being sincere, Ms. Darken. We will return you to the nearest lycanthropy reservation."
Peri's ears lifted. "My brother says to forgive and forget." Her ears lowered again. "But I say ... I'm going to eat every last one of you bastards."
Chance turned to her and put his hands up. "Peri! This is your chance to walk away! You \_just\_got your ability! Don't throw it away on me - some kid you don't even know!"
Astor folded his arms. "He's right, dog girl. This is your last chance to walk away. I'm growing impatient. Make a decision."
Peri looked down at her newly formed, velveteen padded paws. The gossamer sheen of mucus was nearly dry.
Silence.
Peri lifted her eyes. "A demigod spirit came to me in my dreams and I know how much you people hate deities. Well, I'm \_very\_spiritual. And that woman told me I would fight with my heart and rescue this boy. And she told this boy that \_I\_would be a weapon. Now. Let me show you why faith is more powerful than you people and your political drama." Peri stormed across the room and reached for the first two men on either side of Astor.
The man in her left paw brought his hands up and drove his fingernails into her skin, causing blood to soak her fur, matting it down.
She fought the pain and crushed his throat until his neck broke.
The man in her other massive paw brought his foot up and struck her in the shin. Her leg broke with the first strike.
She eased up on his neck.
The supernatural soldier grabbed her and threw her across the room.
Peri struck the wall, leaving a mark in the surface with a crack that went to the ceiling. She dropped to the floor and howled in pain, landing on her fractured leg.
Astor adjusted his tie and smiled. "You know how, in movies, you fight through a hoard of people and the last one in the group is always the most impressive and difficult to defeat? Video games call that person the 'boss' of the stage." His eyes shifted over to Chance.
Chance turned to Peri, swallowed, and glanced back at the group of men surrounding him.
A smile spread across Astor's lips. "Guess what, boy? Your friend went for the boss before fighting everyone else. My guard out in the hall was able to throw punches that could penetrate most materials. Steel I-beams, oak blocks..."
"The one that Peri killed?"
Astor shrugged. "He'll likely survive. Regardless," Astor gestured towards the man that threw Peri into the wall a moment prior. "This gentleman man can bend a steel I-beam by *pinching his fingers together*. He could break you two in half with ease." Astor turned to the strongman and said, "Finish her slow so the boy can watch."
"Yes, Mr. Astor."
Philip Astor excused himself from the group and left.
The remaining nine men piled into the hotel room. The man that threw Peri stood at the front of the group. "He's right. She went for the toughest guy of the pack. Mister Astor is really well off. He has humans in his family but he invests so much money into things the EC needs that we treat him like the bar of gold he is. And now, see, you've gone and attacked the wrong man."
Chance looked at Peri with a frown. He glanced back at the man at the front of the pack. "If ... if I can beat you in a boxing match, will you let us go?"
The group of men snickered amongst themselves.
Finally, the strongman folded his arms. "You're telepathic. You'd dodge every strike and wear me down with little jabs. I'm not an idiot. Thing is, it would only take one successful strike to kill you. And I'd eventually land one, you'd just know it's coming before I land it."
"Enough fucking talking!" One of the men at the back of the group pushed his way to the front. "I'm sick of this shit. Let's finish these two. I heard the electro-freak escaped from the train and I want to fight that guy. I heard he's a tough old bastard and you're taking me away from *that* hunt." The second man approached Chance. "I bet you can't wait to see my ability." He lifted his chin a bit.
Chance dropped to the floor, gasping in pain. "What th-the...?" He read words from the man's head and said, "You can microwave th-things?" The Chance rolled onto his side, gasping. He laid flat onto his back, overheated from the inside out.
Without warning, the man attacking Chance went to the floor with Peri atop of his body. She closed her muzzle over his throat, bit down hard, and jerked her head from left to right.
She turned about, on all fours, but with her injured rear leg held aloft. She padded towards the group, causing most of them to back up into the hallway. "There's going to be blood on the walls at the Caesar. And when I find the punk politician who started this shit, I'm going to go straight up Casca on his ass." She followed them into the hallway.
They continued to back away.
The group of men tripped over Philip Astor in the hallway, his body half embedded in the wall.
Chance followed Peri out into the hall until they came across the remains of Astor, who was embedded in the floor from his waist up.
Chance's eyes widened. He felt a familiar presence nearby. "Karla!" He turned to Peri, adding, "She followed the supernaturals who rushed here to help. She's here somewhere ... she's..." he trailed off and tilted his head somewhat. "She's fighting someone."
All at once, the entire group found themselves atop the parking garage, adjacent to the hotel, in the hard rain.
Everyone appeared together - eight men, Peri, Chance, Karla, someone the succubus had been fighting, the two dead men, and Astor, who appeared half lodged in the parking deck.
The rain came down at an impressive rate, causing everyone to hold their hands up to shield their face.
Karla stood at the center, using telekinesis to create a bubble around herself. Rain glanced off of the invisible umbrella. She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Chance unharmed. She cut her gaze to the enormous werewolf, now a sodding wet dog.
Everyone looked about, trying to get their bearings in the new setting.
"Here's the deal!" Karla announced in a loud voice. "We talk this out or we fight it out." She pointed back towards the adjacent hotel building. "Because people are looking out the windows to see the flood, undoubtedly someone is going to see this fight. Not that they'll see much in this rain, at this distance. So if you want to fight, I'm down for it!"
One of the attackers approached Karla.
She smirked, adding, "But they're probably tourists standing at those windows! So who knows if one of those people have a fancy camera with a nice zoom lens. Am I wrong?"
The attacker paused. He backed away from Karla.
Silence.
Karla smirked. "So what's it going to be?"
The group of men turned to one another and spoke softly, discussing their options.
Chance grimaced. "Karla, Peri is injured."
Peri stood up on both feet, albeit slowly. The bone had already begun to mend. "I'm fine." She reached a clawed finger down to her thigh where she'd been shot earlier and pressed her finger against where the wound had healed. "Poke ... poke ... poke ... yup, fine. So, check out the freaking football team over there, talking about their Statue of Liberty play."
The men, nine in all, remained huddled together.
Karla approached Chance and Peri, and showed where she'd been grazed on her bicep. In an English accent, Karla quoted an old comedy movie. "It's just a flesh wound."
A weak smile tugged at the werewolf's muzzle. "I love Monty Python."
"Karla...! You've been shot, too?"
Karla nodded. "Tis but a scratch!"
"Peri took one in the thigh, then some guy kicked her in the shin and broke her leg."
Karla winced empathetically. "Thank you for keeping him safe. You okay, champ?"
Peri grimaced, her facial expressions surprisingly human-like for having the face of a wolf. "No dog names."
"I ... hmm, guess you're right about that one." Karla looked over Peri and frowned. "At least the rain is washing the blood out of your fur."
Peri grimaced. "I'm disappointed you're not as jazzed about my transformation as I am, Cheerleader."
"No dog names for you, no pep-rally nicknames for me."
"Deal." Peri ran her paws up and down her arms, forcing the blood to wash out quickly. "Some of this blood belongs to the guy who tried to nuke Mark from the inside out."
Karla blinked. "You guys went up against Chef Boyardee? I didn't see him." She looked across the rooftop at the nine men still huddled, discussing their options. "That's what I call him, anyways. God, he's a nasty bastard, too."
"Karla ... she killed him," Chance glanced back at the other group, huddled together. "They're a hung jury. Half of them want to get back to someone in the council, report their findings, and go from there. The rest of them want to bring our heads back on pikes and act like heroes to their peers. I'm not ready to watch you two fight for my life. It's not fair to you two that I can't pull my own weight."
"Chance," Karla trailed off, reached up, and touched his cheek with her palm. The succubus offered a soft smile. "Shut the fuck up and stop assigning gender roles. I love you."
"Don't go kissing in the rain," Peri said with a roll of her eyes. "Not the time or place. They're looking back over here like we're meat. But hey, at least it isn't hailing."
Karla rubbed her face, her shirt again saturated with water like earlier. "God. I wouldn't fight out here if it was hailing. Some of those guys have weird abilities. One of them can freeze this rain, or at least any water within several feet. He's not going to use it in public, because that would get him in trouble. So, he's limited to gun-slinging. Another one of those guys has limited telekinesis. He can only lift himself. He won't fly in public, so he's a chump in this arena. One of those guys can change his skin like a chameleon. Useless out here, especially in the rain on a large open space like this."
Chance nodded. He directed his voice towards Karla, but kept his gaze forward. "I can't believe you teleported all of us at the same time without killing anyone. I'm really proud of you," he told her. "See? You didn't need Ethan to teach you."
Karla pointed to the left, where Philip Astor was half buried in the ground. "That guy had it coming, though. You can't harm him physically. And it's not like the movies or a video game, where it wears off. He's like that all the time. Never had a vaccination shot, so he has that microwave guy kill germs ... whatever, the point I'm trying to make is I killed that guy. By accident in the hotel. Definitely on purpose when moving him out here."
Chance nodded. "He made a video game reference earlier."
"He loves playing them," Karla said. "It's probably the most normal thing about him." She looked back down at Astor's emotionless face. "God I hated him."
"Why?" asked Peri.
"He killed my sister's friend, Beth in 1899 - a succubus from England. She survived being attacked by Jack the fucking Ripper, but dies because Philip Astor liked drugging his sex toys." Karla rubbed her hands together in the rain. "Come to think of it, it felt really good to kill that jackass." She turned and spit on Philip Astor's emotionless face. "I wish it wasn't raining. Makes spitting less insulting."
Peri turned to Karla. "Can you teleport all of those asshats the same way? Can you kill them?" asked Peri.
"I've burned through all my mojo, sister. I'm spent."
Chance looked back at the group across the rooftop. "They're weighing their options but I think they're going to fight."
"Great." Karla pushed her hands together and cracked her knuckles. "I followed them from the train to here. Some of those guys are no joke. One of them can empower any weapon he holds, so that it becomes supercharged and beyond lethal. I don't know how it works, except that the weapon discharges some sort of energy when it hits its target. You don't want to be on the end of that. It doesn't work with guns or arrows, just handheld stuff."
"Anyone else?" asked Peri.
Karla rubbed her chin. "One of them is a vampire. They're not going to be easy, especially as a group."
"They've decided," Chance said. He folded his arms and frowned, seeing the group approach from across the rooftop parking deck. "They've all agreed to fight while one of them goes for help."
Eight men made a line in front of the trio.
Karla rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.
Peri growled, delighted to fight. "Red Rover, Red Rover, get ready to bend over."
"None of them live," said one of the men. "This ends today."
Chance swallowed, sensing the finality in the man's mind. The leader of the group wanted vengeance and violence. Chance rubbed rain from his eyes and swallowed again.
Peri crouched down, ready for a fight.
Karla stepped out of her high heels, ready to fight.
Chance sighed. "Well, gang. This is it. We lost the mirror, but we got Sinopa and Nathan back. We're one-for-one. It's time to score another win."
"Mark, your pep-talks are worse than your threats." Peri howled long and loud. She opened and closed her claw-covered paws twice. "Let's fight them already!"
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Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, alchemy, witch
Text: After much deliberation, the townspeople came to the conclusion that the old shack in the middle of woods must be a place of witchcraft, and they schemed of a way to purge such terrifying acts from their vicinity. Truthfully, none of the superstitious farmers or their gossiping housewives that populated the little hamlet had actually witnessed the use of magic inside or around the lonely little hut surrounded by decaying, blackened land, but travelers along the path leading to the next town over could peer through the tangle of barren trees and see the dilapidated house, with its crooked chimney and moss-fringed windows sitting in a large, yet shallow depression in the ground, and shudder at the ugliness of it all. This was reason enough that something had to be done about it, before the murky waters spilled into the village roads and the rotten vegetation creeped into their homes in the middle of the night.
But the townspeople were not vicious enough to take up pitchforks and torches and force out whatever type of individual had been holed up inside the shack for several unsettling years. Instead, their ambitious plots passed between them through idle chatter, longing for when someday that demon would burn itself up accidently in a gout of green fire or when the swamp would swallow everything on top of it. This talk only seemed to overexcite the children of the village. They would scurry away in groups and coax each other into throwing stones at the shack from the marsh's edge - a significant distance that let not even a man's strength be enough to bounce a pebble off the woodwork - and when they'd run out of ammunition, they'd hurl insults along the lines of whoever was living in such a huge privy was probably so hideous that they could make a toad go belly-up and croak from their very visage. The hut was habitually unresponsive.
One of the village boys would go alone to the outskirts of the mire, not so much to use his adult language but rather look for ways of traversing the swamp. He wanted to be the one that would thwart the magician and become the hero of his hometown, canonized for his victory over the forces of evil. He had mapped out a series of jumps across some stumps and stones to stay out of the thick, entrapping mud, but hadn't managed to find a safe way to make the final step to where the ground seemed firmer. As if by fate, he arrived at the swamp's edge one afternoon to realize that a sturdy tree trunk had collapsed near a cluster of rocks, and after some hesitation he seized the chance to make a complete crossing and become the first of his town to arrive at the doorstep of the shack, and possibly be bold enough to enter.
The boy scouted around the sides of the establishment, squinting through the boarded-up windows, scuffling away the moss, but could hardly see inside the blackness of the hut. He heard a terrifying squelch behind him.
"A visitor!"
The boy whirled around to see a smiling woman dressed entirely in black, with a wide-brimmed conical hat adorned with various ferns and berries. She had a stout stature and appeared young and spry, still in the prime of her adulthood. She hefted a basket full of oddly-colored plants to her shoulder and tossed her head of chestnut hair that spilled down her upper back, revealing a tiny mole that sat on her right cheek. She was not quite as disgusting as the boy and his fellows had imagined, nor did she seem as threatening either.
"You are from the village, aren't you, little one? I don't believe anyone has paid me a visit before. Come in, come in!"
The woman circled around to the shabby front door and beckoned for the boy to follow. He warily did so, letting her shuffle first into the darkness and put her basket and her hat down on some inscrutable table. She put a hand into her sleeve and tossed something high into the air above her. Suddenly a chandelier burst into luminescence in all of its eight sconces, at first a vivid, otherworldly emerald, but then transitioned to a bright orange glow that spread to all corners of the shack. A few specks of a white powder snowed down from its pointed frame as the woman took her basket and went to a large wooden chest towards the western wall of the interior, her boots clumping softly.
"Tinderflakes," she announced proudly, looking back at the boy who seemed entranced by the display and had stepped in. Her voice wasn't reedy or scratchy by any regard. "They react with a special resin that alights without any heat or burning. Only I know where to harvest them, along with the rest of my special ingredients. I run most of my experiments here, you see, unlocking the many secrets of nature." The boy swept his gaze clockwise around the single, surprisingly spacious, and organized room. There were no sacrifices pegged to the walls, rodents scurrying about, or anything sharp for the boy to wield. A dozen potted plants here and there, a large cauldron, shelves littered with glass bottles and a rainbow of liquids, the owner's bed and fireplace, an impressive bookcase, a desk and dining table - all of which seemed very ordinary indeed for a witch.
"Impressive, isn't it?" the witch beamed with a full set of teeth. "There are so many interesting mixtures I have bottled up on these shelves." She disregarded her basket and pointed to a certain flask in a swarm of others. "See this one, boy? It washes away any stain from one's clothes. And over here," she sidled to another. "This one contains what has to be the most delightful smell in all the land! Just one drop on the wrists and... But, oh! Over here!" In an instant the witch had youthfully bounded over to the other side of the hut and pulled out a flask large enough to be confused for holding wine out from a cupboard. She held it out with a flourish. "This, I believe, is my own infallible cure to Barkfever - enough to save a whole village! Alchemy is so wonderful, isn't it, little one?"
The boy was both stupefied and amazed at such claims. His cousin had just succumbed to the untreatable disease a winter ago, and this strange lady was flaunting a supposed elixir to it. He was starting to betray his suspicions, but where were the poisons? What awful magic was hiding the sight of animal bones and the scent of rotting flesh? What had felt like fear to the boy was slowly becoming intrigue.
The witch was eyeing the lack of terror in his expression. "You must be curious, yes? Shall I show you how I craft them? It's quite basic. You may even try yourself!" Her face continued to brighten. "Then you can show the people of your village and there will be happiness for all! Come, come! There is a recipe for a miniature cloud in one of these books. Doesn't that sound fun?"
The boy was taken aback by the offer, unsure of whether his pursuit of betraying the witch was worthwhile or even possible. The boy drew closer to the friendly magician as she searched within the cupboards. "There is a certain enchanted sample that I keep for experiments involving some need for wind, since there is no breeze indoors, you see," she commented. "Ah, take a look at this, little one..." She held up an ordinary bottle with nothing particularly inside it. The cork that stoppered it was splotched with a red dot, possibly to note its potential volatility. "It may look empty, but there are countless wicked winds shut up inside this container, ones from the most tumultuous storms. Hold it in your hands."
Carefully accepting the bottle, the boy clasped the sides and immediately noticed the vibrations that coursed up and down it. It felt like there was something heavy rattling around inside, but there was no definite weight to accompany it. The movement ricocheted around every inch of glass like how a long, flat hum tickles the teeth and the lips. The witch was already focusing on the next steps, getting ready to start a fire in the cauldron. "Now we need to make some steam..." she mused to herself.
The boy was left holding the bottle of intense winds, unsure of what to use it for. He was getting interested in how it would escape, and fumbled with his stubby fingernails to ease the cork out. He twisted it into his torso with the opening pointed away and pulled; the stopper came free and shot out towards the far wall, knocking once on the planks before being lost behind the bed. At the same moment, there let out a sharp fwoosh, but the boy felt nothing from the bottle to indicate where the sound could have disappeared to so suddenly. There was a brief silence.
The witch reacted and spun about, an urgent question on her mind, but before speaking, her ribcage seemed to lurch up with some sort of spasm and interrupted her. Her mouth hung open and her green eyes widened and blinked, waiting precariously for another odd sensation. And when it didn't come, she tried to form the words again, yet pursed her lips and locked her arms around her middle. Staring at each other, the boy studied the witch as she slowly swallowed nothing and stayed still.
"You opened it," came the soft statement, half in irritation and half in disbelief. Her often warm expression fell into a serious one, and before the boy could admit what happened, she hurried to the bookshelves and put her hands between four volumes in a row. Struggling to lift them all at once, she gathered herself to raise them up, then sighed deftly and dropped them, creating a plume of dust as the books fell about. Her arms pressed into her sides again, and she still seemed intent to not breathe. The boy noticed that the witch's dress looked rounder than before.
Frustrated, she looked to him. "Little one, you must help me find a cure," she explained quickly. "Pick these up and-- Ah, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" The fresh dust in the atmosphere sent her into a coughing fit. Several times her lungs automatically sucked in air and roughly released it, and with each inhalation, it became more apparent to the boy that the shape of the witch's dress was bulging around her stomach. As one hand covered her mouth and nose and the other lay on her belly, the sight of her lowered arm creeping outward with every draw of her breath made it easy to conclude something dramatic was happening to her indeed.
The witch let out a cry as she realized the worsening deformity of her abdomen and staggered away to cleaner air, and the boy saw how far she had swollen in such a short time; no feasible amount of unborn could estimate its growth. The ink-black fabric of the witch's shrinking dress had distended outward like the single beady pupil of a cyclops, the gaze widening and looming nearer. She attempted to encompass her enlarging belly with her arms, fighting to rein it in, as the indent of her navel pushed itself out of her reach. Her stretched skin gave very little to her desperate compresses, and as every effort required just the tiniest whiff of air, she only continued to gradually swell herself up, bleating out a few uncomfortable moans.
"Little one," the witch hissed out. "The cure: please, you have to find it!"
The boy did not know where to start looking, nor did he have any interest to. This sense of helplessness the witch was revealing may be a sign that she may finally be at a disadvantage. He chose to only stand there wordlessly and observe; this was much more interesting magic.
The witch became angrier at the boy's inaction until she had to take in more of the necessary, yet dangerous air. The boundaries of her body grew another several inches with the help of her gasp, her belly adopting a slightly ovular shape as it extended from her wide waist.
"Boy," she snapped. "Are you not listening to me? Why do you stand there like a stupid animal?" The witch's dress had nearly slipped up past her undergarments, but her stomach had grown enough to shield the sight of them. "I cannot fathom a more untimely moment for you to be so... Ohhh..." She trailed off as a wide rip in her dress purred out above the sound of her voice, somewhere underneath the horizon of her tremendous bulge. The boy saw the peachy-colored gap linger like a smile beneath her navel, then only grin broader as the witch took a cautious, deep breath, the air being welcomed into the huge cavity. The stretching, crackling and snapping continued around the otherwise seamless curve of her belly, meeting her swollen-out sides and wandering up and down her incredibly gravid form. Her dress split apart like a pair of curtains as her stomach reared forward and swayed lazily to and fro.
The witch clasped her freed stomach with her hands, astonished at its size, firmness, and apparent capacity. Her sight of the boy was quickly disappearing, and each new inhalation seemed to add to her volume at a faster rate. She was a human bellows that could only suck in indefinitely, and to what end, she wasn't sure. The witch tried to stagger forward but lost her balance, overcorrected and toppled backward with a whimper. She tried to lift herself on her palms, rocking side to side, but her stiff, engorged belly allowed for very little movement, rubbing uncomfortably on the wooden timbers. She tilted her head up towards her blimping body, her vision hampered with only the remains of black fabric draped across her breasts, and the immense prominence of her stomach beyond them with its true dimensions unclear. Panic began to seep in like a trickle of blood oozing out from a minor, fresh cut. The witch drew in a shuddering breath at the realization of this emotion, and the boy witnessed the quivering mass of her belly stretch outwards and upwards even farther. She was becoming no more than a flesh-colored mound with a head-sized divot growing bigger and bigger with each human pump of oxygen. When it expanded in turn with her breathing, her skin had a loose, almost gentle wobble to it. In between breaths, her belly contracted slightly, looking taut and dangerous until it blew out easily once again.
"L-little one..." the witch stammered. "This is becoming too much! Please, do something!"
The boy was tiptoeing towards the door, a half of him feeling confident and another a bit afraid. The witch could be too far gone to save. Her belly pressed against the floor and continued its rising, bulging, broadening push for more space as she began to lose control of herself. The witch huffed and panted in a frenzy, truly immobilized by her stomach. She briefly swung her legs and slapped her hands against its drum-like surface in a tantrum. She swelled at an exponential rate, each undulation putting several inches more to her size, packing her fuller, making her helpless under the maddening growth.
"Ahhh...! Ahhhh!"
The witch's skin could be heard slithering as it surged out again and again, trembling and wavering as if it were a dandelion playing in the wind. Still her belly grew ominously, higher from the floor than she could stand, and wider than a pair of barn doors. There was a faint perpetual stretching sound from somewhere inside her, a sense of taxation that a piece of fabric would emit before it would tear, getting deeper in pitch. The witch, squeezing her eyes shut to the sight of her massive body, feared such a limit, but couldn't yet feel it in discomfort. Rather, the huge quantities of air within almost lazily took up space. There was an unnatural, unpressurized force she contained that felt like it could be pent up forever and ever. It didn't ease her mind. Creaks began to accompany every pulse of her belly that rumbled forth like a brewing, towering thundercloud, casting waxing shadows on the walls it began to approach.
Something stiff brushed up against her expanded middle, and the witch yelped thinking it might be hazardous, but found it could be pushed along. The table slowly grated its way across the floor, spurred onwards by the mighty swell. The boy positioned himself in the door frame, ready to shut her in if she kept growing. He was debating to run and find a villager with a sewing needle to burst the colossal bubble in the shack, but that would mean exposing his secretive plan. He continued beholding the sight of the impossibly round witch, aware of all of the low groans and grumbles that sounded with every dangerous intake.
"Boy!" came a distant gasp, and then another portentous creak. "If you're still there... Help meeeee!"
The witch's belly was truly enormous, an expansive, tight-looking bulb that shielded most of the hut from view. It continued to work towards taking up every free space while signaling aloud it didn't have the strength to. There was tension in the air, in her skin - a mystery of just what sort of destructive outcome was ready to reveal itself. Her belly button tilted upwards ever so slightly as the floorboards were smothered by her girth, a cacophony of wooden complaints accompanied by the grinding of the table legs, on course to smash up against the walls.
Yet the witch's stomach grew bigger and bigger, the rest of her body diminutive in size in the back of the room and fruitlessly struggling to slow it down. She folded up her legs and planted her hands across her mouth, eyes widening and wincing with every incredible spurt that forced her even larger, stuffed her perilously with harmless gas. Every breath came with a terrifying and awestriking stretch, give and swell, the feeling of more and more skin pressing up against the furniture convincing her she was getting beyond immense, especially for the shack.
The boy steeled himself as the menacing protuberance bloated ever rounder, edging nearer, eclipsing the light of the chandelier and growing dark and brooding. It was impossible to see over its mass, practically a bulging wall. The narrow crevices between the structure and her stomach were closing. All that was present was the massive, overgrown belly, unable to be slowed towards its destruction, quaking and creaking and quivering perilously to a final harrowing crescendo...!
The witch's gut halted just several feet away from the boy. The yawning belly button looked spacious enough to swallow him whole. The faintest evidence of a stretch mark here or there had been sketched on her blimped body. There was a brief silence as the hulking belly wavered in place and settled down. Then it began to tremble with the slightest bit of mirth, and an unnerving cackle rose from somewhere seemingly far away.
"Hee hee hee hee heeee...!" A pause, and the belly crept forward with an agonizing groan. "Eeeeeeh hee hee hee hee heeee...! Oh, little one!" came an oddly gleeful cry, and another puff. "Isn't it amazing how the body can be pushed to its absolute limit and beyond?! For years, magic strived to imitate the gods, to capture their qualities in man...!" The witch grunted as she swelled again. "To rival them in endlessness..." Groan. "...in endurance..." Groan. "...in SIZE! More! MORE!" Groooooan!
The boy slammed the door shut just as the witch's belly heaved itself out of the frame. He tried to back into the door and felt double the amount of force pressing the opposite way. He bolted from the shack's exit, still hearing the worsening din and the maniacal laughter of a woman filling up to the roof. He threw himself down behind a knoll near where the grass turned to swamp and watched the planks of the hut shift, bend, and buckle. The boy started to fear that if not even her home could stop her, nothing would. The insides splintered and shattered while the massive belly creaked and rumbled, just on the brink of breaching the walls.
"Ohhhhh! Alchemy is so wonderful, isn't it, little one?!" Just as the wild moan rent the air above the squealing of the timbers, the boy remembered the pointed finial on the bottom of the chandelier...
He heard a pop like a cork and then a savage wind blew out the windows and flung the door off its hinges. Green fire belched from the openings, flaring out of every seam in the walls and roof. The boy kept his head down as the gusts rushed over him and the inferno fueled by dozens of spilled potions raged on a distance away. As the wind calmed to a breeze he peered up and saw the hut still flickering, but finally silent. It was too dark to see what remained inside.
The walls seemed to sway for a moment, and then the building sighed and collapsed inward, flattened into a smoldering pile of lumber that could gasp no longer, and let the magic that had at last been expelled from the region linger as whispers in the dead trees.
| bodyinflation |
Title: Swat Kats Hollow Arc Chapter 4 by Polaris the Dragon
Tags: Action, Adventure, Bleach, Commander, Crossover, Feral, Reaper, Shingami, Squad, SwatKats, Zanpakto, chance, clawson, furlong, guard, jake, kats, soul, steele, swat, thirteen
The next morning Chance awoke to the familiar sound of his alarm going off. With a sigh he hit the off button, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Unsurprisingly Jake was already there with a bowl of cereal and milk on the table.
"Morning Jake, I take it our newest member is not up yet?" Chance asked as he prepared his own breakfast and sat down at the table.
"Yup that is just about sums it up." Jake replied coolly as he took a bite of his cereal. "And I have no plans of getting him up. Knowing Steele he will complain until our ears bleed, and besides it is not our fault if he is late for his first day of work."
"True, but he better hope that we do not have any calls or else we are dragging his sorry tail out of bed." Chance said.
"So let's get the shop open so we can get to work." Jake said putting his bowl into the sink and walked out of the kitchen towards the garage.
Chance finished his cereal and followed Jake making sure to grab the keys to the garage as he left. They opened the shop at 9 a.m. and just in time for three cars to come in. They managed to fix the cars by mid day only to have two more come in. It was not until 1 p.m. that Steele final came down still in his night cloths. Chance and Jake glared angrily as he walked past and made his way towards the kitchen.
"What are you looking at?" Steele asked giving them a hard glare.
"You, the shop opened at o 900 and you did not show up for work." Chance growled angrily. "Now get dress, grab a rag and start getting to work before I bring dad into this."
"Oh brining your dad into this real mature." Steele said with a roll of his eyes.
"Yah, and you can explain why you were not working when you were suppose to David." Jake replied. Steele opened his mouth to say something but before he could get the words out the alarm went off. Chance rushed over the phone and picked it up in a heartbeat feeling relieved to have this distraction.
"Yes Mrs. Briggs?" Chance said.
"T-bone we have a problem downtown, Dark Kat is unleash of some sort of invisible monsters and the enforcers are getting creamed." Callie said over the radio.
"Were on it Mrs. Briggs." Chance replied and hung up the phone. "We got problems remember that thing that attacked us yesterday?"
"Yah what about it Chance?" Jake asked.
"Well Dark Crud was the one controlling it and now more of them are attacking downtown." Chance said.
"Crud we got to go immediately, Steele stay here and guard the shop. Remember if anyone asks we are on a tow." Jake ordered as he and Chance rushed down to the hanger and got ready to take off.
X-X
(Meanwhile on the Fearship)
"You had better not fail me Todd." Dark Kat said putting his fingertips together.
"I will not Dark Kat, when have I ever failed you." A tan furred kat with brown tiger strips on his arms said. "Besides with the hollows at our side nothing will stop us from taking over this city, and then the world."
"Excellent and what about the Swat Kats, how do you plan to deal with them?" Dark Kat asked.
"The best part of the hollow is that not only is it invisible to the human eye, but also is extremely resistant to almost all weapons. There is no weapon so far that can destroy them, the Swat Kats will drop like flies before us." The kat Todd said turning around to reveal a large hole in the middle of his chest.
"I am glad you think that but the real test will soon begin, which is also why we are staying as far away from the city as possible." Dark Kat said hitting a button on his terminal and a giant screen. "And should you fail there will be no mercy."
"Of course master no mercy." The kat Todd replied.
X-X
When T-bone and Razor arrived on the scene everything was in utter chaos. The enforcers were firing their weapons at random and utterly missing their target.
"Are you seeing what I am seeing buddy?" T-bone asked.
"A giant monster with a weird white mask yup. Wonder why Feral's men cannot see it? It is so large that I think it would be really hard to miss." Razor replied.
"This is Ann Gora Kats Eye's News where an unseen monster is attacking the city. The Enforcers themselves also seem to be having a hard time brining this creature down. This may be the final hour of Megakat history as we know it." Ann said on the T.V.
"Crud it looks like we are the only ones who can see that thing buddy." T-bone growled.
"Yeah and if Feral keeps this up then someone is going to get hurt." Razor added. "Alright, slicer missiles do your thing."
Several slicer missiles launched from the Turbokat and opened up as it streaked across the sky. The monster noticed this however and smacked the missiles away the shot a large blast of blue energy.
"Crud we cannot destroy this thing even with the dimensional radar." T-bone said as he tried desperately to steady the Turbokat.
"There is one way." Razor said pulling out a candy dispenser from his pocket and popping a green pill into his mouth. At first Chance could have sworn he was going mad and seeing two Jakes in different costumes until the other Jake dressed in the black kimono and white jacket said. "Stay here and keep them busy buddy. I will explain on the way back."
"Got it," T-bone replied as the kimono Jake popped open the canopy and jumped out and landed in midair. "Wow that has got to be the coolest thing ever. Hey back there you think you can run the gunner seat while Jake is out.
"You bet Jake san programmed me with everything I need to know about the control panel in the Turbokat." The Razor said in a weird voice.
"Well that is good to know." Chance said with a smile. He did not know what was going on but he had a feeling the battle was about to turn around.
"Now roar and strike, Ryuujin." Jake said as he drew the katana at his waist. The katana immediately changed and became slightly shorter, the guard turned into a dragon that looked as though it was devouring the blade and on the end of the handle was a claw that was grasping a large sapphire.
"Ha who is this new little kitty, come to play?" The white masked creature asked with a laugh. "Well it looks like you are all doomed."
"You are wrong hollow." Jake said raising his arm and pointing his katana at the white masked creature. "When I am through with you there will be nothing left of you to send to hell or the soul society."
"That is what you think fool," The creature called a hollow said opening its mouth and immediately a dark line appeared across its mouth followed by a large blast of red energy.
"Cero," Was all Jake could shout before having to dodge the attack. T-bone did a barrel roll and nearly missed getting hit by the attack.
"What the heck was that?" T-bone growled.
"A cero, an attack that hollows use that compresses their spiritual pressure and fires it into one large beam of energy. It is not accurate and takes a long time to power up but it is really powerful should you get hit by it." Razor said
"Thanks for the info, but how do we defeat that thing?" T-bone growled.
"We cannot only Jake san can. A hollow can only be defeated by a zampakto." Razor said.
"Now it is my turn." Jake said grasping the hilt of his katana. He charged towards the hollow with incredible speed that put him almost in front of the hollow. The hollow swiped at Jake but he merely sidestepped the attack and slashed his katana upward across the creatures mask.
"Tch to shallow" Jake said as part of its mask came off. The hollow roared in pain and back handed Jake through the air.
"Jake are you alright buddy." Chance asked.
"Yah I am fine, just did not see that attack coming is all." Jake replied through his communicator.
"You are going to pay for this shingami." The hollow shouted then launched a barrage of barrage of strange green energy. Jake quickly slashed through several of them before one hit him in the abdomen and sent him flying across the sky. The hollow laughed and shouted, "Blast"
A giant explosion erupted around Jake followed by a large black smokescreen. "Humph you almost got me there. I have to admit that attack is very powerful I would not have made it if I had not used this technique." Jake replied
"No way that is impossible." The hollow said as the smoke began to clear. T-bone could see Jake standing in the middle with a clear barrier in front of him. Jake smiled and grasped the hilt of his sword again and smiled.
"Bakudo 81 splitting void, a very useful spell don't you think?" Jake asked as he dispelled the clear barrier. "now if that was all you have shall we finish this?"
"Raaaar don't get cocky shingami I have only just begun." The hollow shouted and tried to lash out at Jake.
"Eat buzz saw missiles you white masked freak." T-bone shouted as he launched the Turbokat towards the hollow. Razor launched several buzz saw missiles which soared through the air and sliced through the hollows arm then exploded.
"Nice now it is my turn." Jake shouted jumping into the air and slicing through the hollows mask. "Like I said before if that is all you have then lets end this."
The hollow let out another ear piercing roar and raised its head as a large gate with the upper halves of two bandaged head skeletons appeared seemingly from where Jake had sliced the hollows mask. The bandaged skeletons hands meet at the center of the gate and bellow them were eight golden orbs four on each side that were held together by four chains. Then as though by magic the skeletons arms moves and pulled the gate open and destroying the four chains in the process.
"What the heck is that?" T-bone shouted putting the Turbokat into reverse.
"Don't worry it is not going to hurt you it is just the gate." Jake replied through the communicator.
"The gate, the gate to what, Jake dare I ask?" T-bone asked even though he had a feeling he did not want to know.
"The gate to hell itself, it is where all evil souls such as this one goes when they are cleansed by the zampakto." Jake replied.
A fit of insane laughter filled the air as the gates finished opening and revealed two ropes that were covered in ruins hanging from the archway. What surprised T-bone the most was what came next. A large purple arm covered with tribal markings came out of the gate and skewered the hollow through his abdomen. The arm then pulled the hollow into the gate and as it touched the red void the hollows body dissolved and the last thing that dissolved was the hollows mask. The gates closed on the hollow as the last of his mask disappeared then shattered and disappeared itself.
"Whoa," T-bone said as Jake jumped back into the cockpit and seemingly back into his own body. "I have never seen anything like that before how about you buddy."
"Yup, I am use to that thing, at first it kind of freaked me out but I got use to it after a while." The now normal Razor said. "Come on lets head back to the yard and I will fill you in on the details."
X-X
(Back on the Fearship)
"You have failed me Todd." Dark Kat growled angrily as the Fearship turned and flew away before the Enforcers had time to turn their attention on them.
"Well you did not tell me that one of the Swat Kats was also a shingami and a captain to top it all off. Had you told me that little detail I would have sent one of my arrancars." The kat Todd said.
"That was an unexpected turn of events, but it does not change the fact that you failed me." Dark Kat roared slamming his fist on the control panel. "You realize that means that I will show now mercy, it is a pity that I must get rid of my oldest aquantence but what you have done is inexcusable."
"You are right Dark Kat, we agreed to show no mercy." The kat Todd replied then turned and impaled Dark Kat with a katana. "But I never said to whom I would show no mercy. I am afraid your time is up Dark Kat. You had more than enough chances to take over this city. Now it is time for a new criminal to take over."
"You wretched little worm I will get you for this." Dark Kat growled grabbing the katana's blade.
"Not likely old boy, in fact you will not even be around to stop me. Now shred, Blanco el Tigre." Todd said and with a yell Dark Kat was shredded to pieces. The creeplings all shrieked as Todd turned and faced them. "You have a new master now, and unlike Dark Kat my plans for takeover are much larger and more sophisticated then his. All shall fall before me as I bring the entire world to its knees no one in this world or the soul society will be able to stop me."
X-X
(Back at the Salvage Yard)
"Man what a day, I cannot believe that we had to take on that monster." Chance said as the two of them got out of their jet and donned their normal work cloths.
"Freeze this is the enforcers put your hands in the air." A voice shouted from behind one of the boxes. Immediately a whole group of Enforcers rose from their hiding places and pointed their guns at the pair of kats. "Swat Kats you are under arrest."
"On what charges are you arresting us?" Chance demanded.
"Your charges are for the injury of several kats, destruction of public property, vigilantism, and terrorism. Now surrender or else we will bring you in the hard way." A familiar voice sneered.
"David Steele I guess this is not much of a surprise." Jake said as he and Chance raised their paws.
"That is Lt. Commander Steele to you vigilantes. You see while you were away I made a few phone calls and managed to not only get my job back, but also got an arrest warrant for your arrest from one of the other higher-ups." Steele said as he and several other enforcers came in and helped to hand cuff Jake and Chance.
"You are making a big mistake Steele you take us away and the city will fall before you know it." Chance warned.
"Oh save it for the judge you two." Steele hissed angrily.
"Hey what about our rites, I want a lawyer." Jake shouted
"Sorry but we do not give criminals like you lawyers so keep your trap shut and get moving." Steele said shoving Jake and Chance out of the workshop.
**Well here is the end of the next chapter of the Swat Kats Hollow. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and make sure to read and review or else I will sick Kempachi on you. Ok I am just kidding about the Kempachi thing but please do read and review.** | FSE |
Title: May/December Romance Ch. 03
Tags: bdsm, d/s, toy, anal, bondage, bisexual, oral, swinging, nudist
After a long, hot shower during which I shaved, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a sandwich and sliced some fruit. I prepared a second plate for Karen, knowing that she would probably be hungry when she woke up. I sat down at my laptop in my office and tried to get some work done while she slept.
The operative word is tried. My mind kept wandering to Karen. I couldn't help but wonder if this weekend was just a fling for her or was she looking for more. I decided on a game plan to discover which was the case, and how to take this relationship forward. I also knew that I would have to have a discussion with Greg about this as well to make sure he was cool with it and to get his input as well.
I managed to get a couple of hours work done and looked outside and noticed the shadows were starting to get long. I thought I should probably go check on Karen. She was just beginning to stir when I walked in.
I sat down on the bed next to her and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Good, really good," she said, smiling. "I'm sore too, but in a good way, you know what I mean?"
"Yea, I know, like the soreness brings back a lot of good memories?" I asked.
"That's exactly what I meant; I just couldn't put the words together. I guess I'm still a little fuzzy headed. "What happened anyway?"
"You passed out when you came and I let you sleep," I said.
"Ohhh yea... when I came... what a cum it was," she said, a broad smile across her face. "I didn't know I was capable of cumming that hard. What I can remember of it anyway. There are a lot of things that are pretty fuzzy about what happened."
I giggled and said, "Yea, you were in sub space most of the time. That's not unusual. You probably don't even remember me talking to you. You were pretty much out of it."
"Hmmm, sub space huh? I've read about it but I sorta thought it was like a fairy tale or something."
"Well, I think you found out first hand that's it's a bit more than a fairy tale," I said.
"I guess so," she said, thoughtfully.
"We can talk later, you must me hungry. Come on, I fixed you something. I think you could use a shower first," I said.
I ushered her into the bathroom and got her into the shower. I went to get her lunch from the refrigerator and got something to wash it down.
I met a still slightly wet Karen in the living room and put her plate and drink in front of her. She thanked me and dove in like she hadn't eaten in a week. I couldn't help but envy her youthful metabolism that allowed her to eat like that.
After she had finished she snuggled up next to me, her head on my shoulder. I thought the time was right for a chat and said, "Would you like to talk about a few things?"
"Yea, I guess so, like what?" she asked.
"Well, I was just wondering about what you thought about everything you had experienced in the last couple of days, and about me," I replied.
"OK, I think that would be a good idea," Karen said.
"I know it's still early but I mainly just wanted to know if this was just a fling for you, or are you looking for more than that. Is that something that you have even thought about?" I asked.
"Yes, I have given it a lot of thought, as a matter of fact," she said in a way that made me think that she was ready for the question.
"Would you like to share those thoughts with me," prompting her to carry on with a conversation while at the same time allowing her to stay within her comfort zone.
"Lori, I feel like I have found out a lot about myself in these few hours that we have spent together. I don't just mean the sex, although I have no complaints about the sex. The sex has been better than I ever thought possible," she said.
"OK, please go on," I said, realizing she had a lot more to say to me.
"What I think I have discovered is that I have genuine attraction to women. To be honest, when I came here I was curious but now that curiosity has been satisfied and now I know I am at least bisexual. I have found that being with a woman not only satisfies a large part of my sexuality but a large part of my emotional needs as well. I don't know how all this will affect my attitude towards men, but I feel like I have plenty of time to figure that out for myself," she said, stopping to take a breath and gather her thoughts before continuing.
I knew she was considering what to say next. I waited patiently while she did so. My arm was draped across her shoulders and I slowly caressed her silky hair and soft skin as she thought about where to go next with this conversation.
"I don't think I'm telling you anything new when I say that I have discovered the submissive side of my sexuality. I think you probably saw that side of me before I really had any clue about it. It's like a door that I didn't even know existed has been opened for me. It's like a lot of things that I have felt, but didn't really understand, have all come into sharp focus because of what you have shared with me. For that, and so many other things, I would like to thank you," she said.
"You are more than welcome sweetie. It was my pleasure to show you that side of yourself. When I say my pleasure, I mean it, literally," I said with a bit of a giggle.
She went on, "Obviously, I'm more than anxious to continue exploring these new facets to my sexuality."
"I think that would be a very good idea," I said.
"The main question I have is what part you will have in that exploration," she stated.
"What part do you want me to play?" I asked.
"Well...," she said, hesitating, "I have very strong feeling for you Lori, or should I call you Ma'am?"
"Lori is fine for now. Please go on," I said.
"Well... like I said, I have very strong feeling for you. To be honest, I don't know if that is because of the intensity of what I have experienced in the last couple of days, or because there is more there. I know I have fallen in lust with you, but I realize that I shouldn't make any assumptions on there being more than that between us," she said, turning and looking deeply in my eyes.
I saw that it took a lot for her to say that to me and I let her gather her thoughts for a minute. I was also digesting what she had said as well. I was somewhat impressed with her maturity of her words. She was definitely mature enough to understand that lust and love were two things that were easily confused in the heat of passion, especially in young adults like her. I knew that I had been guilty of that on a few occasions in my life. Fortunately, I had never made any serious life changing mistakes as a result of it. I knew that many people couldn't say the same thing, especially at her age.
What she had said made me consider my own feelings for Karen as well. Yes, I did like her. Yes, I did lust for her. Yes, her emerging sexuality did excite me. Yes, I was turned on by the idea of being the teacher of such a sexy young woman. On the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder how she would fit into the other parts of my life. There was my career, my family, and my relationship with Greg. How would a relationship with Karen, if I could dare call what we might have a relationship, fit into all that.
I finally realized that all these issues could be put onto a back burner. Nothing had to be settled now. This was just a time for us to share how we felt about each other and maybe make a few decisions of where we needed to go in the short term.
Karen built up a fresh head of steam and charged on. I liked that about her.
"I know that you have a full life already, and I'm just not sure how I would fit into that. Of course that assumes you share any of the same feelings I do. I may be assuming too much," she said. It was like she had been reading my thoughts.
"Karen, I do like you a lot, and a lot of the things you have said were thoughts that I have had myself, at least from my own perspective. I share most of your concerns as well. I will say that I am happy that you are able to recognize these issues. It shows a lot of maturity for someone your age. I also realize that we may be jumping the gun in trying to make decisions right now. Like you said, it's still early in our relationship, and yes I think it is the beginning of a relationship. Lets just take it one day at a time and we will go from there, OK?"
"OK, that sounds good to me. I'm just so happy that you don't just look at this as a fling. I do want you to be a part of life, however that works out. I know that I am in a situation where I will have to be happy with whatever I can get from you," she said, a tone of almost melancholy permeating her voice.
"Lori... sweetheart, you should never have to settle for anything. You are a beautiful young woman, an exciting lover; you have such a refreshing attitude towards exploring your sexuality, and have the potential to be a wonderful sub to some lucky Dom. Whoever is lucky enough to be a part of your life will come away from it better off for having you in their life. At this point, I don't know whether we will end up as lovers, a Domme/sub couple, in a triad relationship with Greg, or just friends; but I do know that I want you in my life to some degree or another."
It was if a lot of tension drained from her like a balloon deflating as she listened to my words. I'm sure Karen had been prepared for the worst.
"We don't have to decide anything today. We'll work out some plans on where we will go from here tomorrow. Does that sound good to you?" I asked.
"Yea, that sounds good to me," she replied.
"What do you think about hopping into the hot tub and relaxing for a while?" I asked.
"That sounds great, let's go."
"You go ahead, I'll get us a glass of wine, get us some towels, OK?" I said.
"OK, see you there," Karen replied.
I had poured two glasses of wine and arrived at the hot tub. Karen had still not arrived and I wondered why. She arrived a few minutes later.
"I had to pee and saw the plug in the bathroom and decided to put it back in. Is that alright?" she asked.
"Yea, I guess so. It looks like I will need to replace my set of plugs. It looks like you have grown attached to them," I said as she climbed into the hot tub.
"Would that be alright? I mean I'll buy you a new set to replace them. I guess I have grown attached to them like you said. Besides liking the way a plug feels in my ass, you know... the full feeling; it makes me feel closer to you. Like a part of you is with me all the time," she said.
"Yes, you can keep them, and no you don't have to replace them. Let's just call it a present, OK?"
"Thank you Ma'am, I appreciate your generosity," she said, lowering her eyes in a naturally submissive manner.
"Maybe I'll take you toy shopping later this week. Every woman should have at least a few toys of her own," I said, shifting into Domme mode.
"Yes Ma'am, I would enjoy that," she replied excitedly.
"I think I would too," I responded.
"Do you think I can try the large plug after we get out? I didn't want to use it without asking you first Ma'am."
"Yes, if you think you are ready for it," I replied.
"I'm not sure, it scares me a little, but there is only one way to find out, isn't there Ma'am?" she asked, smiling at me.
We sat and soaked in silence for a while, both lost in our own thoughts. I realized that a lot of those thoughts involved several "what ifs." I draped an arm across Karen's shoulders and almost absent-mindedly my fingers found their way to her turgid nipple which was at the water surface.
"Mmmm, that feels nice," she purred.
"Do you have anything planned for next weekend," I asked.
"Nothing important that I can't get out of," she replied. "May I ask what you had in mind?"
"Let's just call it a surprise. I would have to do some checking and make some arrangements and so it's just a possibility at this time. I will talk to you later this week about it if it works out," I said.
"Yes Ma'am," she replied.
"Let me ask you this though. What would you think about spending a weekend thoroughly exploring your submissive side?"
"I would love it Ma'am, especially if it was with you," Karen replied.
"Oh yes, it would be with me. I should tell you that your limits would be thoroughly tested and explored. Does that scare you?" I asked.
"Uhhhmmm... yes I suppose it does scare me on at least one level. At the same time it excites me on another level. I... I think... I think what scares me isn't being tested, as you said, but maybe more what I would end up finding out about myself," she said.
"I'm sure you are dealing with a lot of things about your self image right now. You've done a lot of self-exploration in a short period of time. It'll take some time to come to terms with all of this," I said, trying to be as reassuring as I could.
"It sounds like you have been there," she said, the implied questions hanging there.
"Yes, I have, our sexuality has a lot to do with our self-image. My discovery of my sexuality didn't happen in such a concentrated time frame as you have experienced. I don't know if I could have handled it as well as you have when I was your age. I'll tell you all about my sexual history one of these days. Not now," I said authoritatively.
"Yes Ma'am, I will look forward to hearing whatever you have to tell me about yourself," she said, sinking further into her submissive zone.
"I'm starting to shrivel. Let's get out and we'll see if you can handle the big plug," I stated.
"Yes Ma'am," Karen replied, a bit of excitement in her voice, as she handed me a towel.
I quickly found the large plug and a bottle of lube and met Karen in the bathroom. I handed her both and said, "OK, go for it. I'll stay here for moral support."
Karen removed the medium plug and put it in the sink to be cleaned as I had taught her. She then applied a fresh dose of lube to her ass and the large plug. I could see more than a little wide eyed anxiety and anticipation in her face as she handled it. I didn't want to tell her that even though I had a lot more experience with anal play than she did, I had never been able to take the large plug.
She sat the plug on top of the toilet seat and settled her ass over it. She got about three quarters of the way down the flared portion with no problem, that part being about the same size as the medium plug that she had just removed and had become accustomed to. The problem came soon after that. I could see the growing pain in her facial expression and the tension in her body as she continued to try to force the girth into her ass.
"Remember to relax and push out. Don't fight it," I said.
"Yes... Aaaaahhh...Ma'am," she grunted.
She had it almost all the way in now, only lacking less than an inch before the getting past the widest part of flare and allowing the small neck to lock the plug into place in her rectum.
"You're doing very well, you're almost there. Just use your legs to bounce up and down and it will pop right in," I instructed.
Karen followed my instructions and bounced once, using her body weight to force the last of the plug into her ass. A loud "whoosh" of exhaled breath, followed by a groan of relief, accompanied the closing of her sphincter around the neck of the plug.
"You did very well little one, I'm proud of you. You demonstrated remarkable self control. How does it feel?" I asked.
"Thank you Ma'am. That was so intense. I didn't think I could take anymore. I'm glad you taught me the little bounce trick. I was about to give up. My ass is sooo stretched and I feel sooo full. I didn't think I could take the pain as it went in, but I didn't want to disappoint you. I guess my fear of disappointing you was what helped me through it. It feels great now. I like it and I'm sure it was worth everything to get to feel it in me like it is now," she replied, pouring herself out to me.
I couldn't help but think that Karen had greater potential than any novice sub I had ever met. She definitely had the basic requirements, a need and enthusiasm to serve and please a Dom/me. Her personality and outlook was right for this lifestyle. The self-discipline that I just witnessed was another key attribute I prized in a sub. I could only imagine the possibilities that she represented.
My horniness was again peaked by watching her take the plug. I thought it was a good time to test her ability and willingness to please me.
"Follow me," I instructed.
"Yes Ma'am," she replied.
I led her to my bedroom and told her to kneel. I pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. I quickly taught her a proper kneeling posture, instructing her to spread her legs and place her upturned hands on her thighs. She quickly and enthusiastically followed my instructions. So far, so good.
"Do you want to please me, Karen?" I asked.
"Yes Ma'am, more than anything," she replied, her eyes downcast and her voice totally subservient.
I took her chin in my hands, lifted her eyes to meet mine, and said, "Good, I will give you your opportunity. You are to give me pleasure unselfishly. Your own pleasure is of no concern to me now. If you do well I may reward you with an orgasm later, but now I wish to test your abilities to serve me, to give me pleasure. A Domme is never obligated to give pleasure to a sub. He or she may do so as it pleases them. Do you understand and accept that?"
"Yes Ma'am, I understand completely and am thrilled to serve you," she replied.
"Good, let us begin." I pulled her mouth to my own and our lips met in a sweet kiss that grew more passionate as it continued. My tongue invaded her mouth, dueling with her tongue as the heat of my passion grew.
I took her hair in my fingers and pulled her to my breasts. My nipples were already hard with anticipation. "Suck my nipples as I have taught you little one," I said.
She answered with a moan and I felt her begin to alternate soft kisses around my breasts. The kisses became firmer and she moved closer and closer to my nipples. I gasped as I felt her lips latch onto a nipple. Her kisses and sucking became stronger, lighting a fire between my legs, a fire that I was soon to have quenched. I moved her mouth from breast to breast as suited me, directing her with tugs of her hair, using her mouth for my own pleasure. Her sucking grew more urgent as she nursed on my turgid nipples and pulled on my piercings with her teeth. The sucking turned into soft nibbles and I showed my approval through my more frequent moans of pleasure. The nibbles in turn grew firmer and turned into soft bites.
I could feel my labia becoming engorged, congested, swelling between my clenched thighs, longing for attention. I pulled her head towards my pussy. Karen followed my lead and was soon comfortably situated between my legs, my thighs draped over her shoulders.
"My pussy, fuck my pussy... with your tongue," I gasped, my voice heavy with lust.
Karen moaned her understanding of what I wanted and I felt her fingers spread my engorged labia. This was quickly followed by the sensation of being filled by her tongue spearing into my tunnel. I groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her soft tongue filling me.
Karen's tongue buried deep, lapping up the flood of juices sluicing from within me. I pulled her head tight into my pussy. My thighs gripped her head. This is what I wanted, what I needed, an overwhelming need for this kind of primal and raw sex. I was using her to meet my own needs and she seemed to revel in it, fulfilling her own need to please me.
I pulled Karen's mouth up to my clit and I was soon lost in a cloud of euphoria as her tongue danced around its exposed shaft. Her finger slid into the flooded chasm of my pussy and began to massage my G-spot. I was delighted with her initiative. I moaned my approval of her efforts.
I pulled harder on her headed and she instinctively understood my need. Her lips locked on my clit and began to suckle upon it. She alternated between suckling and softly pulling on my hood piercing with her lips and teeth. The sensation of Karen's tongue flicking the tip of my clit while her lips continued to suckle it coincided with her sliding a second finger into my slit.
I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm approaching rapidly. I could hear my moans filling the room as if they were piped in from a premium sound system that had been cranked up to the max. Through the fog of pleasure I felt my legs trembling and I recognized the signs of my impending release.
No, I decided, not yet. I was not through, I wanted the urgency to build more before I allowed myself the release of orgasm. In a moment of clarity I decided I was not yet ready to release Karen from her service to me. I knew that when I did cum it was going to be huge and I would be wiped out and unable to continue. I wanted this to last a bit longer, as much for my own ultimate pleasure as for my need to have to have this new found sub worship my body. I could tell that she was 100% focused on making me cum and I wanted to teach her a lesson. I wanted to teach her that I had control over my own pleasure and not her. After all, this was a teaching lesson for her as much as it was a need on my part for sexual release.
"Stop... enough for now... my ass... please my ass... with your mouth," I groaned.
"Yes Ma'am," she dutifully replied.
The very intense sensation of Karen's mouth on my clit was suddenly replaced by the much softer feeling of her lips on my ass cheeks. My body immediately shifted gears from the driving need of approaching orgasm to wallowing in the sensuality of Karen's mouth and hands making love to my ass.
Her hands cupped my buttocks and spread them. Her mouth zeroed in on the rosebud of my asshole. I rolled my hips back to give her better access. I couldn't help but groan as I felt the soft sensation of her lips kissing and her tongue swabbing the ring of my asshole. She began tentatively at first, growing accustomed to this new experience but she quickly took on her new chore with growing enthusiasm and confidence. That confidence was fed by the growing volume of my mewling moans as I absorbed the sensations that flowed from my ass.
Her tongue speared into my asshole. OH goddess how I love that feeling! The sweet sensation of her soft tongue burrowing into my ass is something I will never get enough of. Spurred on by my groans, Karen continued to push her long tongue deeper and deeper until her face was buried as deep as she could get into the crease of my ass. Her moan joined mine as I flexed my sphincter and grabbed her tongue.
I floated in the sensations. Pure pleasure, without the overwhelming need to cum, enfolded me in its embrace. Karen's mouth and tongue seemed tireless in their pursuit of worshipping my ass and I was more than happy to let her get her fill. My pussy was flowing like a river down to my ass and mixing with the saliva
on her tongue as it fucked my ass.
As much as I was loving the attention that Karen was paying my ass, I was ready for more. That nagging need to cum was growing once again. Her attentions had brought me to a high level of arousal, but not enough to pull my trigger. I pulled her head from my ass and back to my pussy once again.
"Your fingers... in my ass... put them in my ass... fuck me. Suck my clit. I want to cum," I groaned passionately.
"Yes Ma'am," she moaned into my pussy.
Her fingers slid easily into my saliva slickened ass and began to rapidly saw in and out of my gaping asshole. My climax built rapidly once again. I struggled to hold it back, to allow my pleasure and my ultimate release to build in intensity. The fullness in my ass and the sweet sensations of her lips on my clit folded together. I realized that I was tugging hard on my own nipple piercings. The resulting pain/pleasure shooting from my chest only added to the heat that was building inside me.
Somehow, through the cloud of molten lust that enshrouded me, I felt Karen's fingers from her free hand slide into my pussy. They curled upwards to apply pressure to my G-spot. The sensations from my ass, pussy, clit, and nipples were too much and I lost the ability to consciously feel any single stimulus. Tremors rolled through my body.
I was unable to consciously sense what happened, but Karen later told me that she bit down on my clit and that was all it took for me to lose the struggle to hold back my orgasm. All I remember was my body levitating off the bed as every muscle in my body spasmed and then the sound of a woman screaming as she experienced an earth moving orgasm. I later realized that that someone was me.
My orgasm, or was it orgasms, seemed to be unending. It went on and on and I thought I would lose my mind as the result of the pleasure deliriums while the convulsions rolled through my body. I finally slumped in exhaustion on the bed. I was barely aware of what was going on around me.
"Damn," I gasped several moments later. I rolled my head to the side and saw Karen sitting beside me. Our eyes met and I could see the arousal bright in her eyes.
"Ma'am, can I cum? I need it so bad," she asked.
"Yes, you can get yourself off. I don't think I am capable of helping you at this moment," I replied.
"That's OK, I understand," she said.
I watched as she slid a hand to her pussy and began to furiously stroke her pussy. Within seconds she groaned and began to shudder and cry through her own orgasm.
Two thoughts went through my mind as she spooned next to me, her hand wrapped around me and cupping my breast. One was that she had come so easily after pleasing me and without touching herself while attending to me. She had been definitely unselfish and totally focused on my pleasure. I was somewhat amazed at the level of satisfaction that she derived from pleasing me. The second thought was how natural she had made the act of asking for my permission to cum seem. I thought about these things and how all the pieces seemed to being coming together as the clouds of sleep overtook me and I dropped into a contented slumber. | literotica |
-------------------------- Fellowship's Flooded Folly Filched Fluid's Flight --------------------------
"Now Brother Heckel, bring forth the blood of the Fire Ibix and pour it into the Grand Cauldron of Mysteries." rumbled a deep voice, filled with barely restrained menace, sparking with power, filled to the very brim with malice. It was nice at first, but once you'd heard it droning on and on at a slow pace at biweekly meetings for several months, it got pretty annoying. Some people were born with good public speaking voices, it was a shame that so few of them were born with the minds that could churn out ideas and concepts that people would actually want to listen to.
Brother Fallrush was beginning to think that taking a job with the Fellowship of the Fallen Flood wasn't all that the pamphlets had pumped it up to be. It was supposed to be an evil religious cult after all. Though Fallrush was rapidly discovering that evil cults didn't seem to live up to their sinister reputations.
They were supposed to be all about drunken debauchery, of mass orgies of sex, of beautiful maidens cut up bloodily on stone alters, of books with writings in them so monstrous that they would drive a man insane if he so much as looked at it cross-eyed. So far there had been no drinking, no orgies, and no humans sacrifices. Though there had been some writings that would drive a man mad if he read them cover to cover. Dark writings inscribed by mad men, inspired by terrible beings that floated in the cold depths of the void between worlds, labyrinthine texts that would drive men to gouge out their own eyes in failed attempts to remove the taint from their minds.
However filling out the forms to get him placed in the proper tax bracket for religious services workers was not what he had been expecting. It was in Common, but yet it seemed like there was a completely different language being spoken. Words with meanings beyond the words themselves. Webs of dark text that required one to give up his very soul to understand them.
So he had gotten Brother Bernie to fill them out for him. He was a lawyer after all, tearing out the immortal soul was something that happened on the third day of law school, or maybe first thing on the fourth. Regardless, it happened and allowed them to read and compose such compositions of babble. After all, the most feared texts in existence had been written by lawyers. No one dared but read a few words before giving their consent whenever they were presented with the dreaded Tomes of Service.
Anyway, no booze, no orgies, no sacrifices of beautiful vestigial virgins. There had been a sacrifice, but it had just been an arthritic old chicken, and that had been due to them running out of deli meat at the catering table. It wasn't very fulfilling work at all. Brother Fallrush had expected to be out performing dark, dastardly deeds. Slipping poison into goblets, creating dark, loathsome abominations in the dead of night and unleashing them upon an unsuspecting world, searching for the child with the mark of evil (which looked kind of like the letter E tilted on one side) emblazoned as a birthmark on its left buttock, who would bring about the demise of millions, and so on and so forth.
Most of Fallrush's time with the Fellowship of the Fallen Flood was spent on trivial things. Like giving the ceremonial black robes a little spritz of something every now and then so they'd keep the traditional musty scent that the black robes of all evil fanatics were required to have. He'd jumped at the opportunity to take on clerical work, until he found out that they meant jotting down notes and running messages through the tower, rather than participating in profane rituals.
Mother had been right, bless her black heart, Fallrush should have gone into politics. All this secret dark order nonsense was getting old. If something exciting didn't occur soon, Brother Fallrush was going to take full advantage of his 90 day introductory trial period and find himself another career. He'd majored in Conjuring and Curses at a very prestigious mage's college, he didn't need this sort of aggravation.
He'd just been walking down the hall, and they'd snagged him into this... whatever this was. The way the Deepest Darkness was droning on, it was probably another one of those community soup things where everybody brought something. It certainly sounded like it, the way he was rattling down the list.
"Brother Algore, bring forth the horn shavings of the aqua dragon." said the Deepest Darkness. Definitely a community soup meet, aqua dragon horns contained the recommended daily allowance of several key vitamins and minerals essential to thinking proper evil thoughts. Though you didn't want to get TOO much of them. You'd get the urge to open a used cart dealership.
Brother Fallrush pulled his hood forward and leaned his chin against his chest, beginning to doze off in his chair. Though the smelled like the regulation musty robes, they had padded seats and backrests and were quite comfortable. Cross your hands in your lap, head down, eyes closed. You could be napping, or you could be praying to He Who Lives Within the Depths to come and drown the sorrows of the world in an eternal torrent of pure water.
That was how the Fellowship made most of its money, summoning the purest waters from the Damned Depths, and selling it to rich, uppity nobles who wouldn't stoop to drinking water from places as silly as the ground or the sky. No, they had to have it fresh and bottled from a plane of infinite empty seas, free of the filthy taint of life.
Though Fallrush had to admit, it did have a clean, crisp taste, and while on occasion it made somebody sprout fins or tentacles, you wouldn't end up with dysentery from drinking it. Much better to have a squid for a head, or a lobster claw for a hand than to spend a week or two with your intestines trying to make a break for it out your rump.
In a few moments Fallrush began to doze off, visions of torture chambers and blessed screams filling his mind when he was elbowed in the ribs.
"Brother Fallrush," repeated the Deepest Darkness, "Bring forth the living water."
Fallrush looked around, trying to find the other Fallrush that didn't bring the whatever. Calling everybody Brother, their last name, tended to have some problems. It was why no one ever asked Brother Smith to do anything. They'd begun instituting a unique name scheme for every new Brother that came in, but they hadn't gotten around to assigning names like "Blackfear," "Bloodwrencher," "Soulharvester," and "Revenueserviceman" to the existing members yet.
"Brother Fallrush? The living water?"
Everybody was looking at him. Well... eyes pointed in his general direction, probably. It was hard to tell with the shadowy hoods. "Bring the what, now?" Fallrush asked, scratching his head.
The Deepest Darkness sighed, "The White Shadow of the 33rd House ALWAYS brings the living water!"
"You're making this all up as you go along, aren't you?" Brother Fallrush said, crossing his arms. He hadn't wanted to be here in the first place. He was walking back to his room, and basically had gotten shanghaied into the ritual.
"What!? I... uh... um..." the Deepest Darkness stuttered, clearly panicking, "No, it's in your handbook!"
"Alright everybody, hands up if you've actually read beyond the opening few pages of the handbook!" Fallrush said smugly.
No hands were raised.
"Urgh! Well the Red Shadow..."
"White. You are! You're making it up as you go along!"
"No, I'm not! Look, all we need is the living water thing from the storage room at the end of the hall. It's a bluish clear thing slithering around trying to get out of a big glass jar. Just go get it and our summoning ritual will be complete."
Fallrush sighed and left the room to gather the living water, whatever it was. At least they were summoning SOMETHING!
"We're summoning something?" said one of the other Brothers, one of the mad ones. He heard narration.
"I thought this was the community soup dinner." added another.
"Oh for..." muttered the Deepest Darkness under his breath, following it with a few choice phrases used to redden the cheeks of sailors.
-o-
"Of course <i>I</i> have to to be the one who gets things. Pull the guy out of the hall and order him about like a puppet on a string." Fallrush muttered, stomping down the hallway towards the storage closet.
"Should've gone into politics. I bet I'd have a dozen orphans crying in the street by now. A whole lower class of downtrodden masses to trod upon.... trode upon... tread! Tread upon! Yeah, I'm putting in my resignation in the morning. Then it's off to biting hands and kicking babies!" he continued, opening the door to the storage closet, and with a moment of looking over the shelves found what he was looking for.
A thick blue liquid lapped at the sides of the large glass jar nestled tightly in between two bits of foam, making it so the captive liquid couldn't slosh around and get up enough motion to get the jar rolling off the shelf. It wouldn't be rolling anywhere with Fallrush's grip on it either.
The soon to be ex-Brother walked out of the closet, continuing his muttering. He kicked at a stone in a fit of anger. While the standard issue black robes did have the proper musty scent that all robes of evil individuals in a dark order ought to, they weren't really made for kicking things in. Especially when paired with standard issue sandals.
Fallrush's foot snagged in the robe coming down, making him misstep and go teetering forward. He reached out to catch himself on the windowsill. Thankfully he caught it, the jar however did not. The glass struck the very edge of the sill, shattering and sending the blue gunk flying into the air.
The blob made a pleased burbling sound and immediately spread outward, taking on a parachute shape and gliding slowly and steadily away from the tower to freedom. "Hey! Come back!" Brother Fallrush said, not at all expecting the slime thing to do anything of the sort, but then again, you never knew if something stupid and unlikely would work.
"Well bugger." Fallrush said with a sigh, watching the slime thing drift out of sight.
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Meanwhile several blocks away, a young salamander anthro name Valdka Gearhalt was taking his afternoon bath. Now, Valdka was an odd sort of lizard. Popular styles said he dressed funny, the social ways of the times said that he acted funny, and he had a rather odd job. He was a tinkerer, a gearsmith, a maker of clockwork devices. Most of which ended up exploding, or spitting out gouts of greasy black smoke.
And it was such gouts, the tendency for things to spit oil, or to spew soot in his face, that Valdka had to take several baths a day. He didn't mind, unlike the rest of the city, he had plenty of somewhat fresh, clean water, due to the abandoned water tower just on the other side of the rooftop shack where he lived and worked.
The water tower was one of the old city designs, back in the good old days when magic had been the field of choice for many intellectuals and dabblers. Magic took hard work, dedication, and tended to leave you exhausted. By comparison, tinkering with stuff just made you physically exhausted and a little dirty. Though both fields did have a tendency to produce things that blew up in your face.
Anyway, this water tower was one of the few that still refilled itself via some sort of magical enchantment inscribed in the runes inscribed in the metal plates that made up the bowl shaped tower. The cone shaped top had probably blown off in a storm a few years back, or had been stolen for scrap by the less well of inhabitants of the city. Or even commandeered by the Decency Committee to use as a pastie to cover the nipple-type naughty bits of one of the gigantic female, some debatably so, lizards that seemed to stomp through Oreska on a bi-monthly basis.
Valdka was enjoying the sunshine of a fine Summer day. Well... what sunshine got through the layers of clouds and smog. Dark and ominous clouds. Of course that was normal, for the most part dark and ominous clouds always hung over Oreska. With so many evil cults headquartered here, there was always one or the other right in the final stages of summoning everlasting doom upon the world.
The place was always crawling with heroes and such, but the only thing that kept the world ending cults from ending the world was that the other world ending cults want to be the ones that actually ended up ending the world. So, in the end they put an end to ending the world ending ends of the other cults. So they all kind of balanced themselves out.
There was always the prospect of rain, though Oreska had rather novel weather. On occasion it rained things that were not rain. Rains of blood and frogs happened several times a season, though at times it went beyond that. Like the time that it had rained baked potatoes. They'd had an entire week of potato themed weather once, a mashed potato fog rolled in on Monday, stayed until Tuesday evening, when it got a bit chilly and began a sleet of shoestring fries. The potato fog returned, accompanied by a light drizzle of gravy on Wednesday. On Thursday there was a terrible blizzard of chips, original at first, but drifting through ranch, sour cream and onion, dill pickle, barbecue, cheddar, and charred rat flavors. The last was much to the enjoyment of Oreska's homeless population. A hail of baked potatos kept everyone in doors Saturday evening, and a flurry of potato pancakes arrived just in time for most religious services on Sunday morning.
Valdka had long since realized that the strange city had food fall from the sky at least once a fortnight, a little more often if you could stomach things like frogs and grasshoppers. Though the grasshoppers usually drew out the 100 foot tall sticky tongue lizard that would stomp parts of the down flat, amongst other things. And with the proper collection, preparation and preservation techniques, one could keep oneself in edibles for next to nothing. Which is what Valdka did most of the time.
His line of work was accompanied by large expenses, and seldom did his experimentation turn up anything of real value. Mostly his pay came from repairing things in his small shop below, clocks, watches, toys, and the like. Though his real work, in his eyes, was making clockwork creatures. Most of the ones he made were smaller, able to be held in one's hand. Mice, frogs, kittens, puppies, snakes, that sort of thing.
Though he occasionally made things larger. His assistant and best friend was one of his clockwork creation, a giant clockwork lobster that was slightly larger, and much heavier, than Valdka himself that was actually quite intelligent. Well, for a big pile of metal and gears, Valdka figured Hubert was about as smart as a really smart dog by himself. And he could understand commands from Valdka, though he never seemed to hear anybody else.
Hubert was probably scuttling around the workshop, making sure none of the smaller clockwork creatures got out of their tanks. Valdka recalled when one of his spiders had gotten out, the shrieks from the building next door had cracked one of his windows. His building was a story taller than all it's neighbors as well, so thankfully Valdka didn't have to worry about people running boards across the roofs and hopping over to diddle in his workshop.
The salamander sighed softly, happily, rinsing the soap from his smooth scaled body, ducking down into the water to scrub the suds off his head. He rose up from the water, shaking himself off, looking for all the world like one of those adverts for expensive soaps and shampoos that one sees in the glossy paged magazines. The ones that were printed on the expensive, smooth paper. Not the rough stuff that still had flecks of bark in it that you could use to sand wood. The kind that the unfortunate and impoverished were forced to resort to for privy paper.
Ahh, the sun managed to find a hole in the cloud cover and wash shining for a few minutes. Sunshine, a pleasant bath, and enough money to continue work on his true to life, giant clockwork spider. It was the size of a Rottweiler and could cling to the walls and ceiling. Well, eventually. Valdka still had to get four more legs and the head done. At the moment it just limped around the workshop and crashed into things. The day couldn't get any better, and he'd like to see anyone try to make it worse!
And then the day got worse. Somewhere up in the heavens, a lesser snow deity reared his head back and sneezed forth a gigantic spray of chilly snot into the world. Or at least that's what it felt like to Valdka, who suddenly found himself covered from head to waist in a thick curtain of translucent blue slime.
"Bleh!" he said, unthinkingly making the noise that people instinctively make when they've suddenly found themselves covered in an unpleasant substance without warning. The salamander began to peel the stuff off, only to find that it didn't seem to want to come off. The snot had apparently decided it was rather alive and began to wiggle, squirming out of Valdka's grip, remaining quite stuck to the artificer.
"Blast it, hold still so I can get you off of me!" Valdka growled, seizing two handfuls of the ooze at its base, where it was the thickest, and heaved it over his head into the water, freeing himself from the rather sticky substance. He felt like he needed another bath now. But the slime thing was in the water.
Oh blast where was it?! Valdka looked around, trying to see the slime in the water, but the top was clouded by oil, murk, and soap suds. He could scrub himself off in the washbowl from the pump, he wasn't going to share a bathtub with a big blob of who knows what. The salamander began to walk towards the ladder when he felt something cold and slimy on his legs.
"Oh no! No you're not going to get me! No sir!" he grunted, continuing to move towards the ladder, slime creeping up his legs and grabbing a hold of his tail, pulling itself further upward. Pressing up against...
"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
In to Valdka's rump. The chill liquid flowing into him was a horrific sensation, it kind of burned it was so cold. The lizard scrambled to pull himself out of the water, unceremoniously bonking his head on the lip of the water tower, knocking himself unconscious and sending him splashing back into the water below.
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Valdka awoke sometime later, finding himself half floating in the water, his tail curled around the side of the ladder. His head hurt. The salamander stood up in the water, he moaned softly and felt the tender bump on his head. He recalled the slimy thing and looked down into the water, the flow into the filter device having taken care of the impurities that were floating on the top before.
Try as he might, he couldn't see the blue goop on the bottom. Bottom. Brr. He shivered, recalling the experience with the slime and his own rump. He looked down at his belly, and found it to be as trim as it was supposed to be. So there definitely wasn't any gunk hiding inside of him. As much of the stuff as there was, it would have shown.
He snorted in annoyance, probably something with the weather, or one of the cults casting a hallucination spell on the city again to drive them into the depths of despair, preparing them for the coming of some dark lord or another. They never did show up, though. It was quite annoying. What with the followers shouting in the streets of impending doom day after day, and no evil, city devouring monsters ever appearing.
Well, except for that giant he-she lizard that came around every now and then. But that wasn't the way an evil cult worked, the lizard gal was too cute and playful. And no destroyer of worlds worth his, her, or its salt would descend upon the world, and use hop scotch and building humping as their preferred methods of terror infliction. None of them were that original.
Unformed monsters from five dimensional space that you could go mad at just gazing upon were a dime a dozen, quite frankly. One cult had actually been five minutes away from summoning their dread lord into the physical plane. Sadly Ulgorrak the Great Formless One had to cancel at the last minute, apparently his dinner reservations had come through, and it was this really posh place where all the Great Old Ones ate every so often, so of course he couldn't pass up a chance to rub tentacles with some of the big movers and shakers of the outer dimensions.
That was the problem with demons and deities and whatnot, so unreliable. Always speaking in parables and similes and obfuscated imagery that could really mean just about anything. 'When the young black lion rises in the House of Ka'thar, the old seagull will fall, and the walls of Ka'thar will be red as blood.'
Bleh, it could be a prophecy of a dark figure with the symbol of a lion overthrowing the grizzled sea captain who ran House Ka'thar. Or it could be that they hired a painter to redo the outside of the place since it was flaking. The young black lion would climb up a ladder with his bucket of red paint, and startle a senile old gull out of its nest.
Magic. Peh. Give him some gears, pulleys, and oil any day. With clockwork you never had to worry about secret divine agendas and the hidden meaning behind words. You had to watch what you said around clockwork, as they'd take things quite literally. Before he had explained to Hubert what the term meant, every time Valdka said 'Put the lamp out' the clockwork lobster would literally take the lamp outside and place it on the doorstep. That was the good thing about clockwork creatures, they only made the same mistake once. Much better than people. Especially the people downstairs.
Valdka shivered at the thought and went inside. Hubert was there with his towel, the fluffy white terrycloth folded over the lobster's claw, rather like a butler would do it. Valdka wasn't exactly sure where Hubert had picked up that particular way of holding towels, but he had to admit that it was cute.
"Thank, Hubert. Put the lights out in about ten minutes. That'll give me enough time to brush my teeth and get ready for bed." the salamander said to his clockwork companion.
The lobster made a few whirs and clicks in response.
"Don't pull that with me, you know very well what I mean." the artificer scolded playfully.
The lobster clattered of accompanied by the sound of gears and pulleys to tend to his master's orders, making a soft buzzing sound that Valdka could almost swear was a chuckle. Clockwork pets were much tidier than real ones, all they needed was a few briquettes of charcoal and some water, and all that resulted in was some easily disposable ash and a little smoke.
He yawned and stretched, brushing his teeth, putting his nightshirt on, then slipping into bed. While he was a little lonely, Valdka was content with his life. He was more well off than most of the city, had a steady job, and got to do what he loved in his spare time. Plus he didn't have any of the skills that made a good adventurer, so he didn't have to worry about being dragged into some highly dangerous, yet dramatic and exciting journey to save the world.
Though he didn't know it, all that was about to change. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Digi-Night: Time Heal all Wounds by eragon13666
Tags: Digimon, Gulimon, Human, Hybrid, Love, M/F, No-Yiff, Pregnancy, Renamon, Story
**Digi-Night: Time Heal all Wounds**
Eight years had past since Saira mother left her daughter because she was in love with a Digimon name Guilmon. Link legal made her under his care after the first week of her mother leaving. After a while, he waned to know if she and Guilmon really did love each other, for Guilmon would never had gone that far into keeping her safe. The two nodded and told Link that they indeed loved each other and at times did make love. At first Link was horrified that they had sex, even more since Saira was only ten! But Rena was able to keep a small cling to him, saying love really holds no bonds. After giving some thought, Link allowed the two to be together, but all he asked if they did make love, to keep the noise on the download.
Link mother was put six feet under two weeks after they found her, Saira mother was there at the wake, but said nothing to ether Link or Saira, who hid behind her uncle when she saw her. Keeping to her word, she started to work on a group who also felt the same way about Digimon. Demanding that they were to leave the humans alone and return to their own world. Tamers and their Digimon fought back though at well, claiming that if not for them, many of the evil Digimon that did come though wouldn't have been dealt it. But they fought back saying that if it wasn't for the Digimon here, they wouldn't be coming in the first place. News fight went off on how some humans of the group Humans against Digimon or HAD, started to kill any Digimon that weren't with Tamers. Even some of the young Digimon as well. Many of the older stronger Digimon were so enraged that they were close to killing the humans as well, but thanks to the Knights; it didn't get to that.
Pretty soon though, the cult of HAD died out, some didn't really remember who they were, peace between humans and Digimon were back. Many showed that they were even couples, and soon all around the world many Tamer and their Digimon were mates in one way or another.
Saira, now a eighteen year old teen, standing at five foot five and her hair going down past her shoulders, her green eyes and still somewhat pale skin was still within her as she smiled, carrying the food she and Rena would make for their mates tonight. Today was the day were everyone knew that the four were in love with each other, Saira to Guilmon and Link to Rena, in fact these two were the first two to tell it to the world! After Saira mother left her, Rena somehow took the place of her mother, caring for her and telling and teaching her many things, and when she was in trouble at school, she came to speak about it to her teacher. Some called it weird, but the two did share something, since it was Rena how made Guilmon and her make love, while she licked the Digimon out.
Though the three never told Link it was Rena who told the two to make love, or that at time the three still do a little threesome at times, he did connoted the dots, he knew Rena taught her, but never confronted the Digimon about it. Link now, working like a judge to keep the peace of human and Digimon should the need rise, there were still bumps on the road, but he made sure to fix them as best as he could. Rena, taking up cooking classes held her own little class teaching both human and Digimon alike. Saira still in school; wanting to become a doctor for the Digimon and human, making it all the harder to remember every detail. Making her way inside the house with her bag of food, she was greeted by the smell of freshly cooked meat as she flipped her shoes off and made her way inside.
Rena held her back to her, wearing a pair of shorts that went up to her knees, and a tank top. Since being in the human world so long, she had grown more human parts, partly the breast. She thought it would be weird walking around with just a top on and not the bottom, so she started to wear only shorts from now on with the tops. Her ears perked up when she heard Saira come in, letting out a soft sigh, as in relief.
"Oh," she remarked. "It's just you," she didn't say it rudely; just as if...she was glad it wasn't someone else.
"Yeah it's me," answered the human, whose voice sounded much older now. "What's wrong? You've been acting quite weird lately you know." Rena sigh again and turned off the stove, putting the food in the oven and sat down on the chair, her paws over her head, ears dropping.
"I'm pregnant," Saira eyes grew wide as she sat down on the other side of the table, her jaw wide open.
"But...how?"
"Saira...the longer a Digimon stays here, the more they become human, and you know this right?" Saira nodded, she started to notice after a year that Guilmon was acting less like his 'me Guilmon,' way and more of a human way of speaking, so to speak. "Well," she went on. "When Link first found me, I was wounded, I don't know if he told you or not, so I'll tell. Anyway, I was in a bleeding mess, meaning I can be saved now like a human, blood transfer and other such things. For the past week I've been sick all the time, lost the will to go outside that much and I've been eating like crazy!" again Saira nodded, knowing she was right. "I was watching TV and saw a ad about this human female with this with birth test, I went out and got one, well more like stole, didn't want people to see you know." She gave out a light chuckle. "I then did the test and well..." she passed her over the marker she used, as Saira turned it over to see one be plus in the middle.
"Did you tell...uncle Link yet?" the Renamon shook her head as she brought her head back down.
"What are we going to do?" she asked. "A human and Digimon child?" I mean...what it will look like!"
"Rena, Rena clam down it's alright!" Saira went over and rubbed the Digimon back. "Look it's alright, one you and uncle Link won't be shun out because so many Digimon and humans are mate now, and two, I know he will be happy because he loves you so much!"
"He does love me huh...?" she questioned as Saira nodded.
"If he didn't you think he would make love to you all those nights?" Rena smiled and hugged the human as she hugged her back.
"Thank you Saira," she whispered as the door in the front opened followed by laughter.
"No way Link!" cried Guilmon, long giving up the 'mon' at the end of his name. "You only won because you kicked me in the temple!"
"It's called street fighting for a reason Guilmon!" laughed the now twenty eight year old man. He had long let his hair fall on his face, making it cover a bit over his green eyes. His skin lost a bit of his tan, but still held a much darker look then Saira. He always shaved now, leaving his chin nice and clean for his mate.
"Hello you two!" Rena stood up as Saira did as well. "Have fun today?"
"Yeah," answered Link as he went over, wrapping his arms around her waist and gave her a deep kiss. Guilmon went up as Saira lent down, the two kissing each other as well as the oven beeped, telling them the food was done.
The four ate, speaking about their day and laughter with each other. Rena paws were on Links' hand the whole time, as they looked toward each other at times, smiling. She then stood up, taking Link hand, whispering something in his ear as he gave a puzzle look, but followed all the same. | FSE |
Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 12: Cashing Out
Tags: dragon (s)layers, dungeons and dragons, elf, fantasy adventure, drama, supernatural, adventure, shower, futa, dickgirl
It was in the ash crusted stone cellar, with air as dank and thick as a steam bath that Sarah really started to question what she was going to do. What did she owe to these people that she could somehow ignore what kind of hell she would be leading them into? She'd get them out of the city and part ways. That was best; best for all them, really.
Tessarie was pacing a circle at the far north corner of the room, hands balling up several inches of her too big-to-fit dress. She was careful to avoid the cobwebs and ligaments of cloth dangling from the low ceiling but every time she passed by the support beam Sarah was sure her ear would touch it. Her routine hadn't changed in several hours except to glance at Sarah as though she had any answers.
She wasn't the only one, either.
Keiter was sitting cross legged on the side of a scorched barrel with his back against the stone wall and his eyes half closed. Kobolds couldn't cry, but everything in his slumped posture said the tears were leaking from his soul. It wasn't every day you got a visit from your goddess and then lost your entire flock. As far as dealing with pain went, he was handling it better than anyone could have expected.
Sarah closed her eyes with a long drawn sigh. She wasn't a leader. She didn't even particularly like dealing with people. But, she wasn't going to get out of this city without some help, either. At that thought she quietly approached Tessarie, slipping by the paladin who'd somehow managed to fall asleep sitting on the lip of the stairs. She laid her hand on the elf's shoulder when the girl didn't acknowledge her.
"Shh," Sarah put a finger to her lips. "I have an idea."
"I. . . need to get out of here." Her upper lip twitched when she stole a glance around Sarah.
"I know, sweetheart." She glanced back. Was it the kid who made her nervous or just the surroundings? "We're going right now," Sarah took her shoulders gently. "Look for anything you think we can use--"
"Sarah."
"Hm?"
"When-- If we get out of here, would you tell me about my brother?"
Sarah composed her face into a mask, forced herself to smile and leaned in. She wrapped her arms around the small framed elf and pulled her close. "We'll have time for that *when* we're somewhere safe."
"J- Just," the young elf whispered into Sarah's shoulder as she stood limp in her arms. "He sent you, didn't he? Please, tell me?"
"He. . ." There was always that moment of hesitation with situations like this, not just because it would be hard to confirm any facts but because when she eventually *did* find out Sarah was lying, there was little chance she could smooth over any damage that was done. Sarah looked down at the girl's back. What did she owe this girl, though? She'd already given her her freedom.
"D- Didn't he?" The elf's voice cracked. "Y- You're an agent of the Vale, aren't you?" Suddenly she pulled back to look up at Sarah. There was only fear in those eyes. Tears brimmed in the corners, threatening to spill.
She knew better. She shouldn't. But her maternal instincts warred with her gut reaction. She could protect this child from experiencing pain in all its forms. She had to. . . "He. . ." She forced herself to smile. "I'm here to keep you safe, sweetheart. I need your help to do it, though. Can I count on you?"
"B- But *did* he send you?"
"Of course, dear."
The girl slumped into her with a relieved sigh. In moments she had her slender arms wrapped around Sarah's lower back, sobbing into her shoulder. "I'm sorry I left. I was wrong, I should've let the Elders strip me of my powers-- I was wrong--"
"Shhh," Sarah cupped the back of her head. "You weren't wrong. No, no, no." She closed her eyes, already dreading the answer to the question on her lips. "Who gave you your pact?"
"P- Pact?"
"Yes, who did you pledge yourself to?"
"I--" She pulled back to meet Sarah's gaze. "I don't have a Pact. I was born with these. . . powers."
Sarah furrowed her brow. "I see," her hands slid lower to Tessarie's waist. She smiled the warmest grin she could muster. "Then you've done nothing wrong. For sooth, those who'd try to strip you of your powers are as myopic as you are beautiful-- and that says a great deal."
"S- So I wasn't. . . I'm not a bad--" Sarah stopped her with a kiss. Her tension melted into Sarah's strong grip and slowly, oh so slowly, she opened herself to the half-elf, gently inviting an advance that wouldn't come.
Sarah held her like that for several shared breaths until she was sure the girl was relaxed as could be. They needed focus and Sarah's mind was already several miles away-- they needed money, they needed to get to her house so she could get her supplies, they needed a travel pass for the south gate, and they needed to get out of the city before dawn. She couldn't let those around her break down.
In the back of her mind, she knew she *should* have stuck to her plans and left them to fend for themselves. Deep down, however, she knew they'd never make it without her. And, more importantly, she wouldn't make it far without at least two of them.
The elf's slender hands came up around Sarah's shoulders and a warm, soft tongue flicked her own. Tessarie pulled her close and sighed a sultry breath into Sarah's mouth silently promising that she could be what Sarah needed if she was given a chance. All she wanted was that chance.
Sarah, unfortunately, knew better. She broke the kiss with a forced smile. When the girl looked about ready to pout, Sarah brushed her lips with her tongue. "We'll have time for this later."
"O- Okay."
"That's a good girl."
Tessarie swallowed and blushed. "Like Felicia?"
"Mmm. . ." Sarah smiled a little, sliding her hands down to cup the elf's tight little butt. She kissed her forehead when the girl lowered her gaze. "Would you like to be like her?"
"N-- NobutIthinkyouwould?"
That caught her off guard. She actually considered it for a moment, "I just might. . ." She smiled warmly. It was genuine this time, "Perhaps we can speak of it when Keiter is more himself."
"W- What about him?" She nodded towards the human.
"He's staying here."
"Sarah?"
"Shh." Sarah looped her arm around the girl's shoulders and guided her towards the middle of the room. "Find anything of use and let's get out of here. Be quiet and quick, hm?"
"O- Okay."
As she approached Keiter, the kobold looked up at her with his bright yellow eyes. He preempted her when she tried to open her mouth. "He's not a bad man. He means well."
"I don't care. He's a paladin."
"And I was a monster--"
Sarah held up her hand. "Don't," when he looked about ready to reply, she knelt down in front of him and touched his knee. "I saw something in you. I'd do it again a thousand times-- but *Paladins* don't *change.* They're mindless swords for their gods with no sense of reality."
"And *we're* just mindless creatures of destruction."
"You are irritatingly persistent, you know that? He's not coming."
"Then neither am I."
"W-" she blinked. Was he *insane*? "*What?*"
He looked down his muzzle at her, head cant just slightly to the side in an expression of confusion. "We'll need allies." He said as though that answered everything.
"This-- We're--" Sarah clenched her jaw briefly. "You--"
"You know I'm right." He whispered.
"This isn't like Silverdunth," she shot back. "I can't *hide* you if we have a paladin with us. I can't *protect* you if we're playing by his rules."
Keiter leaned forward and scooped up her hand in both of his. He clasped it as gently as one would a kitten, kissed the back of it and bared his teeth in a small, defeated smile. "You have seen much, my friend, but never forget that you can't run from all your problems. If I am to die, I--"
"Won't do it because some loudmouthed--"
"He has proven himself fair and just, even against the city guard and the Knights. He tried to stop them."
Sarah stared at him.
He nodded solemnly to her silent question. "I trust him."
"Nnngghhh. . ."
"We can do this, my friend. She would not have given us a task that couldn't be accomplished--"
"Don't--" Sarah pressed her finger to his lips. "Even the gods fear dragons, do you know why?"
His hands clenched around hers reassuringly. "We're in the company of one of the sharpest minds in the world, we'll think of something."
"B--"
"But first, we need to get out of here."
"Y- You're just as crazy as he is--"
"I've never asked of you." Keiter lowered his gaze. "I have no right to, but She asked me to. To keep you safe and find this monster and slay it." His eyes flicked towards her briefly. "I love you, my friend, but She must come first. You know this."
Sarah clenched her jaw tightly. Only then did she notice her hand was trembling. "A *dragon*, Keiter! I can hide us, I can--"
"No more running, Sarah."
"Shhhhhiii--" She stood up, hands balling into fists as she surveyed the dingy cellar. "You--" she pointed at him. "You can't do this to me! I *saved you*!"
Keiter slid off the barrel and spread his hands in a show of resignation, "She--"
"No. No, no, no. You can't-- Have our years meant *nothing* to you?"
Tessarie looked up from her scavenging and though Sarah couldn't be sure, she thought she heard the paladin shift behind her. She didn't care by now, the rage was already boiling to the surface. Betrayal cut through her as she stabbed his little chest with her trembling finger. "You don't have the right to kill me! I don't want to die, I'm not *ready*."
"She said we would be fine if we were--"
"She's *divine*! She has no concept of mortal f--"
"She wasn't always." He said patiently. "Ease, my friend. Be at ease. This. . ." His gaze shifted towards the stairs behind Sarah. "We'll be fine." He looked up at her and spread his hands once more. "I can't ask you to come, I can tell you its worth coming."
"T- To do what, get eaten? If we're *really* lucky?"
"Sarah," A strong masculine voice behind her set the hair on her neck on end. "If what you say is true--"
She spun on her heel. "Dear boy, when I want to hear your opinions, I will ask for them. In the meantime--"
"I--"
"Am interrupting an adult conversation the likes of which you are both ill-prepared and doubly ill-informed to enter!" She saw the flicker of anger spark in his eyes, but instead of getting defensive or acting out, he simply shifted his weight back to the balls of his feet and crossed his arms. "That's more--"
"Then tell me what it is you're after."
"A dragon." Keiter supplied. He ignored Sarah's glare and stepped up beside her. "My goddess has asked that we slay a dragon."
Tessarie piped up. "I thought we were trying to get out of the--"
At once all three of them were talking, or trying to, over one another. Sarah stepped out of the middle of it and grabbed the nearest thing she could find-- a jar of pickled sausages. She winged it at the far wall.
By the time it crashed against the stone, she was already in mid-breath. "This is what we're going to do, I won't repeat myself, so listen closely; we recover as much of *my* money as possible and then we get to my home, secure our documents and transportation and we leave. Once we're out of the city, we'll discuss our next move." She didn't wait to see if anyone agreed. By the time she noticed they were following, she was half way into the alley with a jar of pickled sausages under her arm. *Bollocks to it.*
*\* \* \* \**
Nightfall was always strange in the city. The crystal glow-lamps cast a pervasive sapphire hue over the rain-slicked cobbles, highlighting shadows that even Sarah's night vision couldn't quite discern. In one angle the shadows may have been a humanoid in black leathers and a mask, in another it was a roaring dragon waiting to press down and crush her.
In the hour since leaving the pub she and Keiter had recovered six of her caches without attracting so much as a raised eyebrow from the guard patrols that were making the rounds on the main streets. It was humiliating to be wrapped in stitched together burlap bags, but with a few carefully placed sticks and some straw, they had managed to make themselves look bulkier than they really were. Add in a little hobble and they easily passed for one of any number of scavengers that worked the night, trying to carve out a meal from the refuse of the day.
Two of her caches had been found but she had still managed to recover close to ten thousand coins. They clicked and clacked under her burlap as she hobbled over to the gnarled oak in the middle of Lexum park. Once there, she set about digging out a hollow in the dirt between the larger roots while Keiter kept an eye out.
"We'll get out of here and then we--" Keiter started.
"Save it." She hauled a familiar linen wrapped box out of the mud and checked the wire trap wrapped around the lock. It hadn't been triggered. "We'll sort this out, just not--"
"My friend, run as you will but you'll never get far enough ahead of your problems."
Sarah tucked the box under her arm and stood. "Since when did you become such a philosopher, anyway?" As they hobbled over into the shadow of a nearby alley she glanced back at him. "I'm not running." She whispered. "Self preservation is not a uniquely human trait."
"You're not uniquely human."
"I'm beginning to regret having taught you the difference."
"You talk like you were the only one to do so." Keiter took the lead, following a prescribed path through the tight confines of the alley. When they got to the lip of it, they stopped only long enough to ensure they weren't followed before crossing into the opposite alley.
"Since when'd you get so cheeky?"
"I learned from the best."
"Hmph," Sarah let the silence between them linger while they made their way to the lower east side, circumventing the majority of the major streets and patrols. Yet, something. . . Every time they would turn a corner, that little prickle of warning would flair up in the back of her mind. She'd look and naturally, there'd be nothing there. But still--
Someone was following them.
"Stop," she whispered.
"What? We're--"
"Shh. Silverdunth," Sarah scanned the alley they had come through. The word was as much a warning as it was a curse that they both understood. He took up a position near the thicker shadows in order to get a good vantage of the street. For her part in it, Sarah knelt down beside him and tried to blend in amongst the shadows.
Nestled in the dark she felt sweat beading up between her shoulders. The gold was heavy, stifling and it wasn't just the cool wind that made her shiver. They'd come too far to die like this. Not in an alley. Not unarmed.
"Nothing," the kobold breathed the word.
Sarah eyed the roof line for a long moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of something. She was tired, bloodied and frightened, but she hadn't lost all her faculties, had she?
Nothing moved.
Maybe she had.
She frowned and picked herself up with a groan. "Come on."
\* \* \* \*
It took them another 20 minutes of prowling alleys to make a wide enough circle around their destination before she felt confident they weren't being followed. By the time they were closing in on the two story wood and brick structure, she had stopped looking back every ten seconds.
No one was out to get them, they'd been careful enough not to draw attention and, more importantly still, they didn't *look* like anyone worth following. They hadn't since the pub.
They were fine, she promised herself.
Tessarie opened the frosted glass door when they were only five steps away, letting them slide past and giving a quick glance to make sure they weren't followed.
It was surprising how little the place had changed. When she had first come to the city the entire place was a banker's home converted into multi-function commercial space. She had been answering an employment ad for a record keeper for a private detective, but upon meeting Thadeus and seeing the building itself, she'd fallen in love with its arched skylight and the wide spiral staircase that lead to an exposed second floor hosting the various offices. She had bought it while Thadeus was sick one summer and now owned it; another thing she would have to get rid of.
She had known this was too good to last. You didn't rip off a dragon and not expect some kind of long term problems. It wasn't until she got to her office that it really sunk in, though. She'd never be free of the cycle of starting over and having to move. She'd run out of money long before that happened.
The extra key was where she had expected it to be; right behind the finger width section of loose trim beside the door. The spring trap she'd installed on the lock was also in place. A good sign; There hadn't been any visitors.
Sarah clicked the lock back until she felt the trap give, eased the door inward and peeked. Thadeus's desk was pushed up against the wall and in through the slatted window streetlight feebly tried to illuminate the room. Crates of books and loose paper littered the floor, rotting together under a thick blanket of dust. A cot beside the largest window in the room had been folded up and bound with twine.
"Clear," she whispered.
Barely ten seconds in the door and she upended a crate of books, spilled them across the floor and grabbed her burlap clothes. As the others took the time to poke their heads in and look around she dumped the bags of gold she'd pilfered from her caches into the crate. Each of them slammed down with a satisfying *chunk*.
She could do this.
She just needed to keep calm. "There are facilities here if you need to use the bathroom," she said between dumping her clothes and popping over the edge of the desk to grab a flintlock from under the drawer. "Be forewarned, I've some bathing to do, so please be quick. . ."
Tessarie bit into her lower lip. "W- Which way?"
"Down the hall between the bookcases. First door on the left."
"Thanks."
Keiter offloaded his own gold into the crate as the human poked his head back out the door. Sarah was in survival mode, barely paying attention, but she did notice he had a shapely back. Strong shoulders and that kind of waist that accented his strengths. It was a crying shame he was what he was. . .
Not like it would matter, he was a follower of a different god away.
"Right," Sarah set the box of coin down on the desk and stripped out of her rags. "Don't touch this," she said to no one in particular, "I may have need of your fingers later." With that she also set the jar of pickled sausages down and started counting through the coin.
By the time Tessarie and the paladin had gone to the bathroom Sarah had divided up the coin into three equal shares which she passed around to Tessarie and Keiter, keeping one for herself. The elf gave her a strange look as she handed over the coin. "Sarah?" She leaned in. "What's that, erm, thing in your bathroom?"
"Hm? Oh," she smiled. "I call that an indoor rainmaker. It's like bathing in a waterfall."
She blinked. "Really?"
"Mhmm. It's quicker, too. Speaking of which, I think I have some clothes that might fit you."
"O- Oh?" She brightened.
"Come along," She took the girl's hand and lead her to the closet in the rear of the office. Perhaps the only room in the entire building that hadn't been repurposed, the closet was spacious enough to hold the sets of clothes she'd collected over her time in the city from both visitors and her own purchases. It also held her favorite feature of the entire building.
"Wow, is--" Tessarie cleared her throat. "Um. . . that's. . . a shrine to Isira, isn't it?" The elf motioned to the marble carving built into the left alcove. And then, meekly, to the shelves that lined either side.
"That it is."
"And those. . ." She looked between Sarah and the shrine. "Those. . ."
Sarah turned to the racks of clothes and started rummaging for something to wear. "Mmmhmm."
"But, there are so many. . ."
"You make it sound like a bad thing. Better a lover that's willing to introduce the uninitiated in a gentle manner than one that doesn't know what they're doing themselves, don't you think?" Sarah picked out a few blouses, some pants and her favorite set of boots from under the racks. She grabbed one of the better velvet dresses, too, just to be sure she had all angles covered. When Tessarie looked back at her, the girl's deep olive skin had paled several shades.
"Y-- You mean. . ."
"Each one was a virgin," Sarah stuffed her clothes into a bag, tossed it by the door and started looking for another bag. "I have many hobbies."
"S- Sarah?"
"Yes, dear?" It came out sharper than she intended. "Please, we really need to be getting ready to leave-- grab some clothes and--. . ." she trailed off when she saw a telltale bulge swelling between the small elf's legs. The hardening member poked the front of her dress forward even as she tried to shift it, to hide her natural reaction. When Sarah went over to her, the girl turned away. "You know. . ."
"I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Shh." Sarah slipped her arms around the smaller woman and laid her chin on her shoulder. "Can I confess something to you?" She pressed her cheek to the full blood's ear, trailing her hands down around the girl's waist. When she tried to slip free Sarah held her firmly. "Let it happen," she breathed into Tessarie's ear. "If nothing else is going right this evening, I should at least like to enjoy you as you are."
Tessarie shuddered as she laid her small hand across Sarah's. "R-- Do you mean that?"
"Would I lie to you?"
The girl turned to look up at the half-blooded woman and her teeth sunk into her lower lip. Her voice wavered while her lips parted to speak but Sarah stopped her, sealed her objection with a kiss. To hell with it, she decided, they had enough time that they could enjoy a little comfort before parting ways.
Parting ways. Yes, it would happen sooner than she wanted.
Sarah closed her eyes, leaning into the girl's warmth and taking the frail elf into her embrace. She was warm, tender and soft, well hung and cute as a button. Even the pointed ears didn't distract from her beauty. So innocent and naïve, the kind of creature Sarah wanted to be once more.
But she couldn't, could she? There was no going back. She knew that and still she longed for it, longed for what could have been. But maybe things *could* be different with the elf. They were both technically immortal-- Tessarie because of her birth and Sarah because of her Pact-- maybe there could be something.
Maybe.
Tessarie wrapped her arms around her and sunk into the kiss, pulling Sarah close and pushing up on to her tiptoes, somehow managing to prod Sarah's nether lips with the tip of her still hardening cock. The girl let out a soft moan. Sarah slid her hand down and grabbed her butt, pushing her weight further into the fey-blooded woman, setting the tone. Sarah wouldn't be won so easily, no. She wasn't going to find what she *needed* with this girl, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun.
It was always the same. No matter the species, they were just too *simple* for her. They didn't offer challenges, they didn't test her. They couldn't *break* her and put her back together again. Tessarie was no different.
And yet, she was comfortable to be with. Warm. Responsive. The girl's hands trailed down to Sarah's waist while a soft mewl reverberated in her throat. Maybe they could give it a try.
Sarah grabbed her ass harder and slipped her finger between the tight muscles of the elf's cheeks. Too practiced to be new to it, she found the girl's sphincter and pressed against it gently. That got a gasp from her and a wide eyed look. Fear swirled in her eyes as they looked at one another and for just a moment Sarah was sure the girl was going to pull away. "I- I-"
"Shh," Sarah kissed her chin. "We've no time for that now, but know this--" she hefted the girl up off the ground with a bit of effort and pinned her against the nearest wall, meeting her eyes with a challenging smile. "I can be giving." She kissed the trembling girl playfully. "Or I can take. . ."
Tessarie's eyes widened a little and she blushed with such furious heat that her cheeks almost matched Sarah's hair. The heat from her blush was positively chilly compared to the thick heat that separated them, though. As if reading her thoughts, it twitched.
Sarah smiled. "I'll let you choose, but you should know, I have. . ."
"Expectations." Tessarie leaned forward tentatively. She licked her lips, looked down and then met her gaze once more. Her cock throbbed against Sarah's stomach. That moment could have stretched on forever and the girl still wouldn't have had something to say. Sarah set her down carefully.
"You need to get dressed."
"Ineedtobathe," the elf blurted.
"That you do." Sarah stood, combed her fingers through Tessarie's blond mane and smiled playfully. "You're cute when you blush, has anyone ever told you that?" When the young elf looked down Sarah sighed and turned back to the clothes rack. She hadn't had many elves in her time in the city, but she did have a few outfits, all of which looked as though they would have fit the young mage with a little modification.
Tessarie stepped up behind her. She felt the heat of the elf's hard cock a split second before she registered her presence. In another breath the elf had her hands on Sarah's waist. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind as her hands slid down to cup Sarah's hips while she pushed her thick, hot meat against Sarah's nether lips.
Even in her tired state, the warmth was a welcome sensation . The girl's small hands pressed into her meaty flanks and pulled back with as much strength as she could muster. Even with the trembling doubt, it was enough to show that she was trying. Sarah turned her head slightly, feigning disinterest while she continued to pick through the clothes.
The red heat of the girl's unnatural appendage didn't fade in the least as she leaned forward onto her tiptoes. She pushed her weight forward and pressed her thumbs into Sarah's lower back, murmuring in a husky, tense voice. "I want to please you."
As far as demands went it wasn't terribly inspiring, but Sarah looked back with a smirk. "I think you just want a place to bury that hog leg."
"W- What?"
"Human expression, dear." Sarah stood and turned, thrusting the clothes she'd picked out at Tessarie. "Let's go get cleaned up, then let's see if you can convince me of your sincerity." Sarah grinned at the elf's confused, hesitant smile. She took the girl's hand and lead her out. In the hall, both Keiter and the human looked at them. Sarah held up her chosen outfit. "Keiter, see if you can find my coat, would you dear?" She didn't wait for a reply before ducking into the bathroom.
The teak cubicle in the back of the room was ringed with a halo of copper pipes trimmed with gold accenting two large silver knobs and the pipe that fed the rain head inside the cubicle. It was fairly simple in design and allowed for heated water to be poured in. Sarah stepped around the side of the stall and slid a wood panel to the side so she could pump the lever a few times.
Tessarie watched as Sarah primed the shower with a faintly crooked little smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. It was cute in a way, Sarah could almost imagine what may have been going through the girl's mind. She certainly knew what was going on between the girl's legs.
"What's that grin for, dear?"
"O- Oh! Erm--" She blushed and looked away. "S- Sorry, I was. . . Sorry." The young elf exhaled a sigh into her long blonde bangs and ran a hand over her face. She held it over her eyes, "I find you very attract- attractive." She spread her fingers to reveal an eye.
"Is that right *miss* Tessarie?" Sarah crossed her arms under her breasts, gaze lingering on the elf's hard on. Even through the dress, Sarah could see the girl's nipples were every bit as hard, and trying to poke through the material. "Well, then." She sauntered over to the girl and pressed her weight against the smaller elf-blood. The whisper that left her mouth was meant only for them. "What is it you find attractive, dear?"
"I--" she fell silent when Sarah took her hand.
"Show me."
Tessarie swallowed. "L- Like this?" she reached for Sarah's blouse tentatively. Her gaze kept flicking between the shirt and Sarah's eyes. The uncertainty mixed with excitement sparked deep in her warm gaze as she ran her tongue over her lips.
"Sweetheart."
"H- huh?"
"Time is not on our side."
The girl inhaled through her nose. "O- Okay," carefully, as though she might break something, she slid her hands under Sarah's blouse and followed the ridges of the half-blood's body. Sarah smiled and raised her arms over her head while Tessarie continued to push up inch after inch. It wasn't until the girl gasped that she realized the mistake she'd made. Her chest was still covered in blood from her wound which she'd not had a chance to clean.
"Ah, right. Shower first,"
Tess smiles weakly. "Sorry-- uh. . . So how does this work?"
"Oh, it's very technical. Involved and, I dare say, highly advanced!"
The girl frowned. "Oh?"
"Mhm. See this knob? You turn it and warm water comes from the head. Like so."
"Ohhh--" Tessarie stuck her hand in the stall as Sarah disrobed. "Oh, wow! It's warm!"
"That it is. It uses black Mesin rock stored in the--"
"Erm, not to interrupt, but this looks really nice."
"I've been replaced by my own invention! How uncouth."
"N- No!" The girl held up her hands defensively while her sizable cock forced the dress to sway. Sarah found herself eying the thick member. She smirked.
"Get that dress off you silly git, come on." Sarah took off her glasses, climbed into the rain stall and grabbed the oils off the cubby, slathering herself up as best she could before Tessarie climbed in. Self-conscious to a fault, perhaps, but there was nothing wrong with being clean. Nothing at all.
The moment Tessarie entered the stall her heat filled the room in a way the steam could only dream of; she was small, barely up to Sarah's chest and yet with her firm, lithe body and thick-- even by human standards-- cock, she was a true beauty in so many ways. Wrapped up in olive skin as flawless as the finest velvet and twice as soft, her body was an altar made to be worshiped. Her small, pert breasts heaved as Sarah stepped into the elf's space and took the girl's chin.
Between the warm water and the girl's heat, Sarah could feel her body relax-- for the moment, she could ignore the rest of the world and its problems. She could live in this moment and, if she was really lucky, she could find solace in Tessarie's arms. Why not. . . She'd had enough running, it was time to relax. She kissed the woman, deeply. Passionately.
Tessarie returned the kiss, her cock throbbing against Sarah's stomach with the pulse of her heart. The girl leaned into her and wrapped her arms around the taller half-elf. She hugged her close, spreading her warmth over Sarah's body from her chest to her toes, she was a complete creature born to be passionate and live. To love. It terrified Sarah in its complexity and yet. . . She was so *simple.*
Sarah raked her fingers through the elf's blonde hair and Tessarie responded by pressing into her all the more so her cock was sandwiched between them. Sarah could feel the girl's pulse pounding with every breath. "S- Sarah," the elf whispered.
"Mm?"
"My fav- favorite parts of you," she swallowed. "Is you." A soft smile warmed her sharp features before she stole a kiss.
"You're sweet, dear. Very sweet," Sarah kissed her ear, sliding her hand down the girl's chest, trailing her fingertips between her breasts, down the fine ridges of her slender body. She leaned down and started planting kisses in the wake of her fingers. Halfway to her knees, however, Tessarie took her shoulders. Sarah looked up at her. "Hm?"
"Y-- You always do that for me, but. . . M- Maybe I should for you, instead?"
Sarah chuckled. "I don't mind. Not at all."
"M- Maybe. . . We can do something else."
"And what's pinging around between those beautiful pointed ears of yours, then, hm?"
The diminutive elf leaned in as she pushed up to meet Sarah's ear. "I'd like to be one with you. If only for a while. . ."
"I *like* the way you think." Sarah grinned while the girl carefully touched her waist. "Lower, dear."
"R- Right here?" She rested her hands on Sarah's curvy hips, kneading her palms into the flesh. "Oh, t- I like that. . ."
"Not half as much as I do. Now, let's see where this takes us, shall we?" If Tessarie's cock could have gotten any harder it could have been made of granite, yet the girl's body was jelly in Sarah's strong, confident hands. For just a moment the half-elf considered their sizes and leaned in, sighing across the girl's ear. "Time being what it is, let's get to things, hm?"
"I-- Okay."
"Good girl." She turned slowly without breaking the elf's grip. "Down with me," Sarah leaned her head back against Tess's. "Ready?"
"Y- Yes."
They slunk down to their knees as one, Sarah leaned forward, her progress half halted by the tight confines of the cubicle. Tessarie's hot cock was pinned against her lips by the girl's position, so achingly hard that it actually parted her lips with its girth. The olive skinned beauty leaned over her pale lover and planted a kiss on her shoulder, shuddering even as she accidentally ground her cock against Sarah's lips.
"Mmm, my, my. . ." Sarah cooed, bracing her forearms against the wall of the cubicle. Her back instinctively arched to meet the elf's heat; lower and lower she arched until her ass was in full presentation. A shudder wracked Tessarie's body as she leaned over and brought her hands down on Sarah's shoulders.
"L- Like this?"
Sarah rolled her hips into Tessarie's massive heat, angling her feet in to brace around the girl's ankles. "I will deny you *nothing*, beautiful. Take me as you wish--" Sarah rolled back against her.
"I. . ."
"Shhh. Ease into it," the half-blood's words came as a whispered purr. "Start by standing outside of my legs. There you go. . . Now. . ." Sarah pressed her knees together and arched her back that little bit more. In her full majesty, her thin waist and generous hips offered a near perfect heart shape that only accented her moisture laden pussy.
Tessarie's breath caught in a weak mewl as she knelt down behind her lover and pressed her lithe, firm thighs against Sarah's meatier ones, trying to stem the shaking in her body. She laid her trembling hands on Sarah's back and sighed deeply, leaning over her. "I-- Are you sure? C- Can I?"
Sarah smiled over her shoulder, face half hidden by her wet coppery locks. "I thought you'd never ask." She rolled her hips forward and crossed one knee over the other. "Slow and steady, beautiful. . . Don't stop until you're *completely* satisfied."
"L-- Like Felicia?"
"Mmmm. . . The only difference." She reached back and pulled a hand full of the girl's hair, dragging her into a deep kiss. Tessarie shifted her weight back and slid down, pressing the bulbous tip of her cock against Sarah's moistened lips. She was shaking even harder now. When Sarah broke the kiss the girl was blushing shades Sarah'd never seen before. "Is that you will *never* pull out. . . You will *never* have to hold back. . ."
"S- Sarah?" Her voice trembled.
The half-blooded woman grinned her most salacious smile. "When you're ready, you will have everything you want from me. But you won't own me. . ." Sarah eased back slightly, inviting the elf into her folds.
"C- c- can I? Please, oh please, please. . ."
"On one condition."
"H- Huh?" The elf choked out, eyes dreary with lust. She gave a tiny push with her cock, threatening to open the pedals of Sarah's dripping sex.
"Put your hands where they belong. Anywhere you choose. . . But do it now." Sarah closed her eyes half way and leaned against the thick cock. She needed it, by now there was no more questioning, Sarah *needed* this. The girl shared her need by placing her hands on Sarah's shoulders, hugging her as she trembled against the larger woman.
"I-"
"Shhh... ease into what you want. Show me just how much y--" Sarah's voice died in her throat as Tessarie pushed inward. The massive cock opened her up from the very instant it pushed in, a gentle but insistent swell that stretched a low carnal moan from deep within. Sarah arched her back lower, inviting the elf to explore her depths as she fought to take a breath. Her heavy, pendulous breasts heaved while the girl slid in deeper.
Deeper. Inch after inch pressed her open. The tight confines of her inner core tried to resist the penetration but Tessarie was too insistent. Too demanding. The girl's long blonde hair slid down to drape either side of Sarah's face as she moaned deeply into the woman's ear. "Sarrrahhhh."
"That's it, beautiful, that's it. . ." Sarah's own heated moan echoed the elf's. The massive cock pressed deeper still. Plunging into Sarah, now instead of the slow push. Tessarie whined and mewled. She thrust in with a heady, lust filled groan of satisfaction. "Oh!" Sarah exhaled sharply as the cock slammed into her most sensitive spot and plowed right through her. "oh- yes. Yes, there you are."
Tessarie grabbed her shoulder. "Sarah!" She tried to push the woman forward with her thrust and bared down on her with all her feeble strength. "Gods, you're. . ." She whimpered.
Sarah struggled to get her breath, rolling her hips back into Tessarie. "You deserve this. . ."
"Mmph!"
"Say it." Sarah huffed. "Say it, beautiful."
"Y- You deserve this." Tessarie groaned in her ear.
"Not me-- *you*."
The girl mewled, drew back half way. She slammed down into Sarah's wet velvet with all her weight and let out a carnal cry. "Ideservethis!"
"That's it. . . N- Now. Faster. Harder."
Obligingly, the elf wrapped her arm around Sarah's torso and cried in her ear, drawing back and thrusting in. Slamming into her g-spot again and again, waves of pleasure rippled through Sarah's body while she fought to get her breath. Again and again, the young elf drilled into her mature lover, crying out with every thrust.
Sarah's breath came in short sips, caught between trying to breathe and moaning out the deep groan that was building up in her throat. With every thrust new waves of pleasure ripped through her body. Her meaty flanks rolled in time to the *pat, pat, pat* of Tessarie's thrusts, echoing loudly in the tight shower.
It was carnal and beautiful. Thick and warm. . . Pure. Tessarie mewled in her ear again, driving her cock deeper into Sarah's core. She pushed harder, massaging Sarah's g-spot again and again, all the while moaning into her ear words in elven that had long ago lost meaning to Sarah.
The young elf paused after a particularly deep thrust that made Sarah cry out. Her massive cock swelled and throbbed inside the tight woman. She was close. They both were. But Sarah knew she was looking for permission--
She reached up and grabbed Tessarie's hand. "Say it."
"Nnngghh. . ." The elf thrust in once. She slammed into Sarah with all the force her little body could manage. Deep, unforgiving. Pure and hot. She *cried* the words into her lover's ear. "I *deserve* this."
"Good girl--" Sarah barely managed to breathe as her orgasm started to rip through her. Her body betrayed her, tightening around the thick intruder like a vise. It was tearing her apart and yet the only thing she could do was take it. She couldn't move, she couldn't even breathe as the power of the girl's cock forced her into an orgasm the likes of which she'd not had in years-- it was quick, hard and unrelenting. It didn't wait for her, it didn't care. It exploded over every part of her like a flash fire and ripped the air from her lungs as she bowed her back to Tessarie's demand.
The thick cock that filled her was only seconds behind-- the elf slumped down atop her with a loud carnal cry of ecstatic bliss. She pounded into Sarah. Again. And again. Her little fingers gripped Sarah's side and she threw her head back, crying out an indistinct moan that rocked Sarah from the inside out.
In seconds the heat inside her erupted in a powerful wave that blasted Sarah's cervix like a fist. Tessarie pulled back and slammed in again, moaning "I deserve t- this!" as load after load blasted into Sarah's pussy. She trembled and mewled, pumping another load. It punched into Sarah so hard that she cried out. With every withdraw a wave of pleasure-pain swept over her both of them, Tessarie's thick seed poured from Sarah's now gaping hole.
Sarah grabbed the side of the stall, panting hard as Tessarie slumped down on her back. Her head was fuzzy with lust and fulfillment but at the edge of her consciousness, she heard herself moan. "You deserve this. . . We both do."
Tessarie hugged her tight. "I love you."
Sarah flinched inwardly. In that split second the haze burned away under the searing words. "Don't ruin a good thing." She whispered.
"S- Sorry."
"Let's get going." Sarah sighed, and leaned forward to free herself from the still twitching member.
"I'm sorry, Sarah."
"Shh."
"Sorry."
"Tessarie," Sarah pushed up with her shaking hands. Her knees wobbled and even the lingering tremble from the powerful orgasm seemed to cling to her like a second skin. She smiled wanly up at Tessarie and kissed the tip of her penis. "Let's go, beautiful. Much to do and all."
Tessarie's lips were drawn into a thin line but, to her credit, she nodded softly. "W- We'll talk about it later, okay?"
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The paladin was yammering as Sarah adjusted her elbow length gloves in front of the mirror. Her matching floor length dress did a fantastic job of covering the blouse and pants she was wearing underneath, even with some inspection no one would question that she belonged where she was going. She smiled at her handiwork. When she noticed the human standing behind her she spared him a glance. "Hm?"
He frowned. "Weren't you listening?"
"I had my mind on other things. Such as getting out of here alive."
"Of course you were." He shook his head. "I asked you what you were planning to do--"
"Nothing you need concern yourself with, dear." She spun to face him, smiling as a familiar sensual ache throbbed between her legs. "We'll meet at the southern market in two hours. If I'm not there, Keiter and Tessarie will take you somewhere you can hide."
"But--"
"Ah, ah, ah." She held a finger to his lips. "I've no interest in hearing about your heroics, your cod--"
He batted her hand away and met her eyes. Sarah took a half step back, suddenly glad she had her steel toed boots on. "How are we going to keep in contact if you need help?"
She ignored him, heading to the desk where she had piled up her duster, backpack and her belts. She lumped them all together and wrapped the belt around her bag before shoving it into the kids' hands. "The only thing I need from you is you to be there, on time and ready to go, dear boy."
Tessarie and Keiter crossed the room with bundles under their arms which they added to the growing pile by the door. Most of it was sleeping equipment and other useful supplies-- they'd need to get food and other things on the road to Devon, but they were off to a good start. Sarah met the paladin's gaze expectantly.
"I'm just saying, splitting up isn't a good idea. Especially not when you look like. . ."
"Like?"
Something registered on his face and he looked over her. "Uh oh--"
Sarah glanced back in time to see something move in her peripheral vision. A form crossed by the window, blocking out the light for just a moment. "Oh bugger."
"Get down--" was as far as he got before the window exploded inward.
Never a dull moment. Sarah mused. | literotica |
When the two friends casually mentioned what their compressor gear grades were, they expected it to be utterly meaningless banter. One of them said they had a certain degree of compression, the other shot back that they had a different one, and that would be the end of it. This was, to put it mildly, not the case, as neither Jean nor Derrin expected the other one to be on the same strength tier, nor did they know they bought their clothes from the same company; if this had been literally anyone else, however, it might’ve just ended there, as even that coincidence would surely not be enough to lead to anything other than a couple of nods and a “small world” comment or two. Alas, neither the Delphox or the Luxray were most people, nor were they remotely close to anything one might call “reasonable”; thus, when they learned that the other was operating on the same compression level as them, what they felt was not mild interest, but an intense sense of competitiveness that immediately led them down some incredibly unproductive mental pathways.
For the problem there was that both of them were twice-blessed, in a way that the vast majority of people weren’t: not only had they won the genetic size lottery, having a very dominant hyper gene that gifted them with some rather absurd proportions, but they were also a rare variant of hyper, one who possessed the ability to both grow at will and suffer random growth spurts that led to permanent increases in size. That the two of them also had an active sex life in their own private time only led to them abusing this ability to hell and back; it wouldn’t be the first time that one of them went on vacation and came back to find that their friend had doubled up in sheer mass, only to then turn around and make that number seem puny after a very productive night on the town.
Yet for years, Jean and Derrin had kept this little competition of theirs within relatively sane bounds… at least, sane for them. For the former, the Delphox had spent so much time with her bust stretched out to such ridiculous sizes that, even with a stacked double layer of a compressor bra and top working at maximum capacity using the most powerful dimensional distortion technology available, each of her tits was still the size of a large family van, requiring multiple anti-grav pads just to allow Jean to walk around freely. In sharp contrast, the Luxray had gone full bottom-heavy; as much as he’d have loved to have been one of those males who also happened to develop additional breast tissue, his was an unfortunately single-target endowment. Granted, this did leave him with a package big and dense enough to be a serious threat to whatever pavement or floor he was on, to the point where if he didn’t carry his nuts around on anti-grav pads as well then he’d be unable to walk into most buildings, but sometimes he wondered what it would be like if he had that and a pair of tits to go with it.
Perhaps this was where their sense of competitiveness came from, or maybe they just wanted an excuse to become even bigger; whatever the case, as soon as it became apparent that he and Jean were working off the same degree of compression, there was but one goal in his mind: outsize the Delphox. Similarly, the moment it became clear that the revelation had led the Luxray down that path, Jean figured the best thing she could do was start making her tits swell as much as possible, hoping perhaps to teach a valuable lesson in not starting something that one couldn’t finish. At the outset, it’d be genuinely difficult to tell which side had the higher odds of coming out of the confrontation as the victor; their true size, the one their bodies would default to if the compression gear they had on was turned off, was already ludicrous enough on its own, but it wasn’t yet big enough to warrant using all of their clothes’ storage capacity. Combined with the fact that they were stacked atop one another, each piece’s pocket dimension, already immense by default, joined together to create what was, at least in theory, a big-enough amount of empty space that no one would ever be capable of filling it completely; in fact, even with their penchant for losing control of themselves, neither Jean or Derrin had ever come close to filling even a fraction of what they had available, so much so that they simply assumed it to be infinite in capacity and carried on from there.
It was easier, and mostly an effective shorthand, but not necessarily true; and while most other people would never have any reason to think otherwise, putting those two together and initiating a size-off was one of the few things that could ever possibly serve to stress-test the clothes they had on. It certainly didn’t help that one of the safety features involved releasing a percentage of the wearer’s full size as a means of alleviating undue pressure on the system; this number could be modified to fit the user’s needs if necessary, but was mostly left alone to keep the dimensional distortions at their most stable. Thus, it was expected that, the more one grew, the more mass one had, the bigger they would appear to be to any outside observer, even if their true self was significantly larger; both Jean and Derrin relied on this in order to maintain their preferred aesthetic, even going as far as manually adjusting how much their compressors released in order to achieve what they believed would be the “best” size for them at any given time… thoughts and priorities that were almost laughably quickly erased as soon as their minds focused on getting a one-up on their new “rival” instead.
They both had smiles on their faces, of course; maintaining the impression that this was just playful ribbing was paramount, that there wasn’t a burning furnace inside each of their chests that raged and screamed for fuel to be thrown into it, that it might lead them down the tracks to ever-greater heights. It was just banter, after all; they found out they had the same degree of compression, so now they had to start poking fun at one another, and this just happened to include growing themselves out so that even their compressed selves began to bloat outwards at an alarming pace.
First was the Delphox, who insisted that what her Luxray companion was seeing was naught but her “empty” state, and that if she truly wanted to, she could easily outgrow anything he could do simply by letting herself fill up; just to drive the point home, the whole street they were on was immediately beset by a sonic shockwave of a power so great that it literally sent the pedestrians closest to Jean falling to the ground, with many having to cover their ears to prevent the eardrums within from being popped from all the loud sloshing. Predictably, the Delphox’s tits began swelling almost immediately after this first impact, overflowing from the already-stretched tube top she was wearing until it turned into little more than a thin strip of cloth, barely concealing the engorged nipples as their forms bulged through the fabric.
Despite appearances, the clothes were in no risk of disintegrating; their materials were strong enough to withstand far greater stress, and had merely been designed in such a way as to “enhance the end-user experience”, seeing as very few people bothered to buy something that skimpy if they were purchasing compression equipment to begin with. But, once more, Jean was not most people, and thus happily turned off and pocketed the anti-grav pads holding her tits up, causing those gigantic milkers to crack the cement underneath her, very nearly leading to a section of the sidewalk collapsing altogether. Thankfully, none of the milk escaped into realspace; it merely swirled around in the pocket dimension it was being pumped into, thousands of gallons at a time.
Not to be outdone, Derrin too claimed that the cumtanks he had on display were the result of him spending the first hour after waking up getting himself drained, not being anywhere near their “real size”; this of course led to the Luxray quite unashamedly grabbing the base of his cock with both hands, openly stroking it as a means of helping along with his plans. It didn’t take much effort before the skin-tight fabric keeping those spunk factories decent began to groan in complaint, as the mass they were being made to hold back started to multiply at a dangerous rate, Derrin’s body reacting to the stimulation by, naturally, causing him to overproduce in preparation for what had to be yet another breeding. Soon, the two friendly competitors would be roughly at the same size again… which just wouldn’t do.
Now, under normal circumstances, the existence of the outside world in itself would serve as a barrier for the kind of size-based self-indulgence that the two hypers were quickly losing themselves in; the simple fact that buildings were a thing, as well as the myriad of physical constants that determined what could and could not happen, served as a constant reminder that the two of them didn’t exist in a vacuum, and thus couldn’t just keep growing without stopping. Unfortunately for this supposed “outside” world, these weren’t normal circumstances, and neither Jean nor Derrin could really care less about what their size-off did to anything or anyone else; as far as they cared, there was no anything else beyond the two of them, as their minds had effectively tunnel-visioned into seeing one thing, and one thing only: themselves, bigger than the other one.
This was the natural state of things, how the universe should be, and it was the sole concern as far as the Delphox and Luxray were concerned; neither sustenance nor breathing nor obeying the law nor anything else was even remotely as important as establishing size dominance, and if anyone disagreed, then they were more than welcome to take it up with either of the two budding giants taking up an increasingly large amount of space in the middle of the street. The sidewalk was obviously no longer enough for what the two had in mind; hell, Jean in particular had already swivelled to face the road so that her tits had enough space to grow into, while Derrin had opted with the opposite approach, letting his nuts bulge out and climb against the façade of the nearest buildings, the sound of crumbling concrete rising in intensity as the artificial structure slowly lost the tug-of-war against the encroaching wall of cumstuffed ball meat. Any cars still driving would soon be forced to slam on the brakes, unless of course they wanted to crash directly into a pair of milkers big enough that their nipples alone were larger than most vehicles on the street to begin with, and only growing further with every passing moment; yet, there was relatively little panic around the Delphox and Luxray, as it wasn’t the first time, nor would it (presumably) be the last that a couple of hypers had an unfortunate spillage incident.
As far as any of the onlookers knew, there wasn’t a growing competition going on, merely a compressor failure, and those were relatively easy to deal with; as a few people called emergency services, the rest simply walked away to what they imagined was a safe-enough distance, blissfully ignorant that nothing on the planet would be safe as long as Derrin and Jean didn’t settle their differences and decided who was the biggest between them… and seeing as neither was willing to concede, that might very well take a long while. The first sign that something was definitely not normal was when someone dared to walk up to Jean and ask if they needed any help; the young man expected the Delphox to tell them the technical specifications for their compressor gear, but instead, she looked at him with the most confused look on her face, as if the question was so unexpected that it short-circuited her brain. Jean barely managed a “No?” before turning back around to face Derrin, knowing that if she kept going she might very well say something rude; then again, why did that random pedestrian figure it was their business to get involved with her life?
Surely they had better things to do. Things like slowly starting to understand that what they were looking at wasn’t just a random spillage incident, but rather the sight of a hyper that just happened to be a grower as well; things like coming to the dreadful realization that they were going to be smothered in an avalanche of softness if they didn’t turn tail and immediately run away. Not that the two friends really cared for such things, obviously; as far as they were concerned, what the little ones did with themselves was neither here nor there, something so utterly irrelevant that to even consider its lack of importance was a complete waste of their time, time that could instead go towards making themselves even larger, that they might win their competition and finally determine who was the largest between them.
That this caused plenty of damage to their surroundings was to be expected; the speed at which it did so, however, was not. Most compression failure events were relatively slow affairs, with the amount of redundant systems installed into most specialist clothing turning what would be explosions of size into slow releases that gradually filled up everything around the unfortunate hyper as their full size leaked into realspace. For Jean and Derrin, however, there was no real reason to take it slowly; seeing as they both had the ability to make their bodies bloat and swell at will (or at least parts of them), the moment they saw that the other one had outsized them, then they themselves could simply will their own assets bigger, in a dance that very quickly lead to a complete blockage of the street they were in, and the rapid collapse of two apartment blocks once the Luxray’s nuts grew large enough that they spilled over the the rooftops.
Yet, even as this happened, even as the Delphox’s nipples punched two gigantic holes in two separate structures several feet out in front of her on the other side of the road, neither of the two thought that this was out of the ordinary; being so accustomed to their real bodies being significantly larger than even what was on display, it was little more than business as usual for Derrin and Jean, little more than letting their true selves out into the world, just like they did whenever they had enough space and felt like cutting loose. It just so happened that they were in a more crowded area, but really, who was paying attention? Who really cared about the fact that Jean’s tits were barelling over several buildings while Derrin’s nuts were well on the way to taking up an entire city block? Who really cared that the two of them had long-since lost control over themselves and were unable to handle the flood of hormones that came with using their growth abilities, all while still thinking that they were manning the helm and the whole thing was merely a friendly competition to determine which was biggest?
Jean certainly didn’t care, and Derrin wasn’t even thinking about it at all; their minds had focused on the notion of size, and so long as they weren’t the undisputed, unbeaten leader in the two-person championship, then clearly the only thing they should be doing was growing even larger, that they may secure their position and finally show the other one who was in charge there. Granted, this did lead to a few quakes being triggered around their location, as a result of their shifting mass doing a number on local geological stability, not to mention the alarms that went off when bystanders properly realized that the growth wasn’t going to peter out, much less stop, but that was just par for the course; obviously, the world wasn’t going to just take that sort of expansive madness lying down, not when there was a pair of milk-filled udders the size of a small stadium flattening large chunks of the city, or a pair of cumtanks of similar size wrecking their way through even more of the urban jungle.
Sadly, what the world wanted was of no interest or relevance to the two people responsible for the widening disaster area, neither of which could truly be said to be conscious anymore; sure, they were awake, and if talked to they might just respond with some babbling or nonsense words, but there was very little of their original selves still inside them. What little there was had been packed away in a cage in their back of their minds, where their silly words of caution and self-restraint could do no harm, could no longer get in the way of their instincts telling them that they should keep going instead, they should keep growing again and again and again and never stopping until they were certain they were the biggest… only to push further still, because why shouldn’t they?
The world was their oyster, and at their size, there wasn’t anyone around that could hope to stop them. Well, there might be, but neither Jean nor Derrin were in a fit mental state to form that thought coherently; they just wanted to grow, become bigger, to spill over the landscape as they slowly filled the inside of their pocket dimension. So much size, so much mass, and yet they’d barely even managed to reach a fraction of a percentage point of their compression field.
They still had so much work to do. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Dawning of a New Age: Caged Animals by Black Widow
Tags: Bizarre, Canine, Captivity, Character Development, Drama, Fantasy, Human
The dog followed the cat for some time. He didn't know where the alley tabby was going, but he hoped it was to food. He hadn't eaten in what seemed like an eternity.
They walked to an old, broken building. The cat jumped nimbly into a shattered window while the dog looked around. He snorted his frustration when he couldn't find an opening.
The tabby cat peered out from the broken window and meowed. This caught the dog's attention. The two looked at each other for a moment. The cat nodded and turned back into the window.
This time, the dog followed. He carefully picked his way through broken wood and rusty metal. Water dripped into puddles along the broken tile flooring.
They entered a chamber that seemed to have escaped the horrors of the outside world. In this chamber was a wide assortment of stray cats and dogs, along with two humans.
The dog looked on curiously. His stomach rumbled from hunger. The cat had joined him this time and was contently purring.
A large German Shepherd approached the duo. This female looked as if she once belonged to a wealthy family. It was possible she was once a show dog. She looked down at the mangy dog and his feline friend.
"Welcome to the only sanctuary left in England. Everything else has been destroyed," the shepherd said, her voice deep and baritone.
The dog looked at the female with interest. It wasn't common for dogs to talk. Especially in the presense of humans. That thought in mind, he looked again at the two humans.
They were scrawny things, these humans. Both were female and neither looked the least bit appetizing. Their hair and skin was so dirty, you couldn't tell their race or heritage. The dog shook his head at their state.
The shepherd turned her head in the same direction. She sighed. "This was all we found of our human companions. Everyone else has died."
The dog approached the humans tentively. He bent low to the ground and pressed his nose into one of the female's hands. The young girl smiled and let him sniff her.
He looked back at her and licked her face. "What is your name?" he asked softly.
The girl stared at him. It was obvious she couldn't believe he could talk. So, the dog asked again, this time with a much more calmer voice.
"Rebecca," she stammered out.
The dog nodded. He turned to the shepherd and the mixture of dogs and cats around. "There has to be a way to check other places. I know England is not the only place in the world. We should get a full report of the outcome of the rest of the world. This girl, Rebecca, may be able to help us."
The shepherd approached him. "What is your name, dog?"
"Sparky."
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*East Coast, America, 9113*
Sparky growled his discomfort as he fixed the human child some food. It had been two months since they got the girl and now he was stuck taking care of her. As he fixed the food, he remembered why he didn't want a human.
When he was a pup, Sparky had gotten a human boy for his birthday. He was so excited, but his parents told him that he would have to take care of the boy. And he did. Little did he know the amount of work involved in such a process.
Humans needed a special diet. And being ominvores, they needed a special mixture of vegatables and meats. And everything had to be cooked. Humans did not do well on raw meat.
And humans were curious. You had to keep them occupied. Give them new challenges. And plenty of books and learning materials. If you didn't constantly teach them new things, they grew up to be duds and horrible.
And they needed to bathe at least every other day, if not every day. More than two days without a bath and they reeked.
Sparky's children had been very enthusiastic about having a new pet. The family had gone to the pet shop where the children racked up Sparky's credit card to $300 on supplies for the small human.
The dog sighed as he placed the food on the floor and called to the human. The girl ran into the kitchen and sat on the floor. She picked up the plate, spoon, and fork, and hungrily gobbled up the chicken and rice meal Sparky had fixed.
Indeed, this human did not belong to Junior and Snook. No, this girl belonged to Sparky. After only one week of having the human, the pups had lost interest. And instead of getting rid of the girl, Selna had told Sparky to take care of it.
The dog sat at the table with his breakfast and opened the morning newspaper. He lazily read through the stock exchange and sports information. "So, more felines are rebelling," he said, as he read the headlines.
He looked at the small girl. After a good bath and brushing, the girl's blonde hair began to shine. She was a cute little girl, even if she lacked fur. She had green eyes and slightly tanned skin.
She looked up from her plate and smiled childishly at the dog. Sparky returned the smile. "My boss would get a kick out of you. He would be so happy to see the little human girl that I rescued from getting put to sleep. He's a human rights activist himself. A large lion with a huge mane," he said.
The girl's eyes widened as he told her about his boss. Then she giggled. "Lions are pretty," she said.
Sparky nodded and gestured to the girl. The little girl leaped from the floor and skipped to the dog. The dog scooped the small child into his lap. "Yes, lions are pretty. But they can be a nuisance as well."
"What's a nuisance?" the little girl asked.
"Well, Ash, a nuisance is when someone or something becomes very annoying. Sometimes to the point where you want to get rid of them," Sparky explained.
The child pouted. "Am I a nuisance?"
Sparky laughed and ran his paw through her hair. "What would ever make you believe that?" he asked.
"That's what Junior called me," she said, tears glistening in her eyes.
Sparky pulled her closer and did his best to calm her. "You are far from a nuisance. Junior just doesn't like the idea of having to take care of you. Not that he does anyway. Don't worry. I'll talk to him," he said.
The girl nodded. "Master? Can I meet your boss?" she asked.
Sparky thought about it for a moment. "Well, every year he has this special deal where we can bring our pets with us. And it's coming up. So, yes, if you would like, I can bring you."
The girl squealed.
Surprised by the new sound, the dog looked at Ashleigh. His ears perked up and he cocked his head. the child giggled.
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The lion gazed at the girl with interest. He paced around her.
Ashleigh was frightened. She hadn't realized just how big Sparky's boss was. Not to mention, she hadn't really seen other animals aside from the dogs at home. This was definantly not a dog.
As Kelai reached out to pet Ashleigh, the frightened child ran behind Sparky. The lion and the dog laughed.
Sparky bent down and picked the girl up. "There's nothing to be scared of," he said to her soothingly. "Mister Kelai here is really nice. He just wants to look at you."
Ashleigh had buried her face in Sparky's fur. She peeked out a little as Kelai petted her hair.
"If you would like, you can call me Lyciun," the lion told the girl.
Holding tight to Sparky's fur, the girl looked up. This lion was really big and frightening looking.
Kelai gave up and went back to his desk. "You should take her to the human park. Get her used to other animals and other humans. Keeping her in one place all the time is not good," the lion said as he sat in his chair.
Sparky raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me how to train my human?"
The lion shook his head. "No. I'm trying to give you advice. She terrified of any other animal that is not you or a member of your family. Not to mention the humans. She won't even go near them."
Sparky sighed. "I know. I just don't ever have the time."
He sat in a chair and placed Ashleigh on the floor.
"You should make time, Sewell. She's just a child, so she can still learn to be around others. If you don't train her early, you'll have a hard time with her later in life. Trust me. I've got five of them at home," Kelai explained.
"That doesn't surprise me. Felines are known to have many humans as pets," Sparky said.
Kelai shook his head again. "And one day other animals will realize that humans are not pets. They should be treated like any other being."
Sparky sighed. This was a neverending battle. "As long as I'm paying and having to take care of her, Ashleigh is my pet. I don't appreciate you saying differently in front of her. Haven't you heard of what humans do to animals who give them such liberal ideas?"
The lion scoffed, "All of my humans have liberal ideas and they are just fine."
"They haven't figured out they could revolt yet," Sparky said.
"Why would they? What would be the point? Humans know that the masterminds of this world are the animals. They won't undermind us. They are intelligent creatures," Kelai said.
Sparky rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, "Next you'll be telling me they have souls."
The canine stood up and called to Ashleigh, who had wondered off to look at the African masks Kelai had mounted on the walls. The girl quickly obeyed and took Sparky's paw into her hand.
Sparky gestured to the small child. "See, Kelai? She is a good child. She does as she is told and she doesn't think anything about it. You start putting ideas in the head of a child like this and soon she'll start rebelling. Remember, I used to own a human before her."
"Yes, Sparky, I remember," the lion sighed. "He was a good lad. It's a shame your parents had to put him down."
Sparky sighed. "In his rebellion, he killed a three-year-old kitten."
"I still think it was an accident," Kelai said.
"Regardless, Lycuin, once a human kills an animal, you have to put them down. They won't hesitate to kill again," Sparky explained.
The dog lead his human out of the office and down to his own, private office.
As Sparky typed on the computer, the child played in a corner with her toys. They left the office building around five o'clock and headed home.
Ashleigh sat in her seat and looked out the window to the passing animals and cars. She sighed, "Master? What happened to the little boy you used to own?"
Sparky kept his eyes on the road as he spoke. "My parents had bought me a little boy for my birthday one year. Course, the boy was about ten years old when I got him. A few years later, Lycuin and I were playing in the front yard when Greg, my boy, dropped a kitten from the treehouse we had. Normally cats land on their feet and are fine, but this kitten was only eight weeks old. Her neck was snapped. Instead of suing us, the kitten's parents demanded that Greg be put to sleep. I haven't had another human since. Until you, that is."
"You knew Mr. Kelai when you were little?" she asked.
Sparky nodded. "We were classmates and good friends growing up. Little did I know I would ever wind up working for him."
Ashleigh smiled and nodded her content. She turned back to the window.
They pulled into the drive to see Selna greeting them on the porch. As they climbed out of the car, the female canine smiled to them. "Supper is ready," she said.
Sparky nodded and took Ashleigh's hand. Together they walked into the house and went to their supper. Ashleigh sat on the floor and contently ate her meal of green beans and smoked sausage. | FSE |
Title: Our Divine Discontent by Squirrel
Tags: Character Development, Foreplay, Leopard, M/F, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel, Suggestive, Wolf
This wasn't supposed to hurt ... was it?
Was this supposed to hurt?
Ketchy sat on the couch. In the near-dark. Unblinking. Waiting. Waiting for him to come home (to their quarters). He was late. As usual. As always. And, as always, he would ... brush it off. Say he was too busy with stuff in engineering. Stuff. What was stuff? Who was busy with stuff? He was too closed-off to elaborate on it. Or on anything.
He'd been like that ... when they'd met. But she'd been lonely. Been desperate. Had thought, naively, that she could change him. Make him open up.
That she could make this work.
But he wouldn't change ... he was afraid to show emotion. Was afraid to talk of deep things. The kind that ... she didn't even know. She didn't know! Cause he wouldn't TELL her ... would not communicate.
She longed to share herself. To communicate in ... full flower. To ... that's what mates did, wasn't it? Mates were close. So close. Mates were ... would give their lives for each other. That's what mates did.
But she knew, if asked the question ... she would reply that, no, she wouldn't give her life for him. She wouldn't even need to hesitate ... in saying no. She was fond of him. She was ... had convinced herself, maybe, that this was love, but ...
... again, she came to the fact that ... this relationship was born out of desperation. Both of them had needed some kind of intimacy. Neither had thought it through. Neither was compatible, but ... they'd forged blindly ahead.
And, now, it was falling apart all around them.
And everyone knew it. She could see it in their eyes. How they looked at her with a gaze that seemed to say, "Poor Ketchy ... won't she ever be happy?"
She felt their pity.
And it made her sad ... when Fredrick got sad, he got MAD ... he had a rage problem. No one knew about it but her. She had seen him angry. Oh, he hadn't hurt her, but ... he'd scared he more than once ... with his glowering gazes. With his stalking, out-of-nowhere rants.
And, now, Ketchy had fled into the arms of the ship's only otter. Denali. He was strong. He was ... sweet. He whispered things into her ear. He would do that. He would ... do lots of things with her. And to her. Oh, the things ...
Ketchy closed her eyes.
It would be too one-dimensional to blame this all on Fredrick. But she wanted to. She had tried so hard to make this relationship work. She had put SO much energy into it, and what had he put into it ... in return? What had he given back? What was his problem? And, if he HAD a problem, why wouldn't he TELL her what it was?
She sighed in frustration. Opened her eyes. Still waiting.
No one knew, yet, of her affair ... maybe Adelaide knew. Did she? Ketchy couldn't be sure. If you had a secret on this ship, you steered clear of the bat. And of Field, too ... the both of them. They were too moral for their own good. They would sense it. They would want to help, and ... all that ...
But she didn't think anyone knew yet.
But they would. It would only be a matter of time, and ... she needed to end this (with Fredrick) before that happened. She didn't want to be branded as a cheater. As someone who was prone to be unfaithful. She didn't want to be branded in any sort of bad way. No, she would ... dump Fredrick. And go stay in Denali's quarters. And ... something like that. Maybe ... she didn't know. She hadn't really thought this through ... not in clear fashion, anyway. She was simply in a lull. In a daze. Just ... accepting the heaviness of her reality.
Where was he?
Why did he spend so much time away from her?
Field and Adelaide, Wren and Rella ... all the other duos on the ship, they ... were in LOVE. They LOVED each other, and they spent almost all of their free time with each other. Why didn't Fredrick spend time with her?
Where was he? Engineering? Was he really in engineering, or was he doing yiffy things in the simulation room? Or ... was he on the snow rabbit station? Getting drunk ... or something. No, if he'd been getting drunk, she would be able to smell it. And tell it ... right? Wouldn't she ...
But, ultimately, this was a ship of, what, eighty-four furs? Everyone knew everybody else. And they had NO mission ... right now. Other than to orbit the snow rabbit world. Other than to ... simply live. Simply survive. No, Fredrick stayed out at nights ... because he didn't want to come back to her.
Because he didn't want to talk.
Because things gotten so awkward.
And how had it happened?
How did it ever happen ...
She was mated to him. And yet she was making love, daily, with Denali ... the otter. He worked in the science lab. He was the back-up medic. And it had been so easy to fall in love with him. And STAY in love with him ... while, at the same time, falling out of love with Fredick. And STAYING out of love ... with Fredrick.
She dreamed, like all furs, of ... that one, magical mate. Who would forever satiate every desire. Every need. Who would be as much for you ... as you could be for them. Who would be your equal. Your ... partner. Your ... everything.
She was jealous of so many of the other furs on this ship. Like, Assumpta and Azure ... the snow leopard and squirrel. What an unlikely pair. What a recipe for ... malfunction. And, yet, they were still together. And they were fine. You could see it in how they looked at each other. In how he smiled, and how she protectively positioned herself next to him ... in social situations. They'd been in a relationship of impossible odds. And they had made it work.
Ketchy had gotten into a normal relationship ... with a normal squirrel. The odds should've been great. Should've ...
The door swished.
Ketchy turned her head.
Fredrick stepped in. Pausing. And his whiskers twitched, and his tail jerked about (like a flag that had lost its luster). "Hey," he said, not really making eye contact. And going for the kitchen area. To the food processor. Getting an orange juice. He drank orange juice at all times of the day. She once asked him why he liked orange juice so much, and the response she'd gotten: "Dunno." That was always his response ... and she wasn't going to listen to that for her entire life. She wasn't going to ... she didn't want to hear that word ever again.
"Fredrick," she whispered.
No answer. His back turned to her. He sipped his orange juice.
"Fredrick ... we have to talk."
"I'm gonna take a shower ... "
"No," she said.
"My fur's all matted."
"I don't care," she said, more harshly than ... her norm. "We need to talk."
He looked to her.
"And if you don't wanna talk ... fine. I'm used to it. But you're gonna listen," she said, voice getting quiet again. Her breath shook. "I'm ... I don't think this is working," she said. For she didn't know what else to say. How else to word it. It was the truth, wasn't it?
"Well ... "
"Well, what?" she pressed. Eyes boring into him. "What?"
"Well, maybe you're just tired ... "
"What?" She made a face.
"Maybe if you get some sleep, in the morning ... "
"No. No, this will NOT ... " She reigned in her frustration. Breathed. "This will not be better in the morning. It will not be better tomorrow. It will not be better next week. It's ... it's not working. Darling," she said, and trailed. When was the last time she'd called him darling? She didn't even remember. She cleared her throat. "I'm ... I have to leave," she said, eyes watering. Eyes darting. "I ... I've spent the past year ... you know, as ... " She shook her head. Breathed, breathed. "It wasn't a waste of time, but ... I mean, I don't regret it. I mean, there's no reason to regret things," she said, "in life. We can't change them. But we can learn from them. These things ... these things," she said, "make us who we are. Who we become. I believe in fate," she said. "This had to happen." A breath. She slowly brought her own tail around (to her front) ... and held to it. "And it has to end." She looked back up at him, eyes watering. She swallowed. A lump in her throat.
Why was this so hard?
Again, if it ... if this love wasn't working ... why was it so hard to let it go?
Why was she crying now ... quietly, quietly crying.
Fredrick went to the table. Sat down ... several feet away from her (and the couch). And he turned his glass around. Staring at the orange juice. He wore a blank expression. Didn't he even care? Wasn't he even going to show emotion ... even now? Now, of all times? Was he that cold ...
"I honestly ... I don't know what I saw in you," she managed, through her sniffles. Paws wiping at her own eyes. "I know that sounds cruel, and I'm sorry, but ... I hate lying. I'm not gonna lie ... anymore. I ... and I think you know it, too. I don't think you love me. I don't think ... think ... I don't ... " She had to stop for a few seconds to compose herself. "I don't think you find me attractive." She gave a little sob. "I don't ... when you touch me, there's no fire in your eyes. Just ... a mechanical instinct. I hate it," she said.
Fredrick twitched. Saying nothing. But his teeth were clenched.
"You can get mad if you want, but you've ... you've no right to," she told him. Accusingly. "I gave you so much of myself!" A cry. "And you took it all for granted ... you ... oh, just ... I can't ... I can't do this anymore. I can't ... we're not mates anymore ... I'm leaving," she said. Her words coming erratically.
"Fine," he said, almost growling it. With a disdain. "But I'm keeping our quarters."
Ketchy buried her muzzle in her paws. Shaking. And she sniffled ... no, he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it ... she, after a moment, stood. And hesitated. And went into the bedroom. Emerged a second later with a bag. She had already packed her things.
"Where are you going?" he asked casually ... dully. As she went to the door.
"I'm going to live with Denali. I'm going to be his mate." Denali lived on E-deck, a few quarters away ... from Field and Adelaide.
"Denali? The fox?"
She sniffled. "He's an otter ... you ... " She was going to call him some kind of name, but ... didn't. "He's an otter. And I love him." And she added, as a verbal dagger, "And I don't love you. I'm not sure ... if I ever did." In a way, she regretted those words ... as soon as they'd been spoken. But, in a way, she ... it had been satisfying. And maybe it was true ... maybe what she thought was love ... never was. Maybe she didn't yet know what love was. Maybe she would find it with Denali. Maybe she would finally be a happy fur. A fur who, when seen in a room, everyone would say, "I'm glad Ketchy's here. She makes everything so bright."
Fredrick shrugged. Obviously angry. And he looked to her. "Whatever," was all he said.
"That's all? Whatever?" she spat.
"Just get out," he whispered, looking blank again.
She nodded, clutching her bag. Her belongings. "I will ... don't worry, I will ... " Her voice shook, and the plain-brown fur on her cheeks was matted from her salty tears. And she ... hesitated. And turned. And left ...
... and didn't make it twenty feet down the corridor before she had to stop, slump to the wall, sink to the floor ... and sob.
Gnaw ... gnaw-gnaw ...
"Heh ... my foot-paw," whispered Dotna. "You're gonna leave it attached?"
"If I gnawed it off ... I wouldn't be able to chew on it anymore. Would I?" Pyro asked, looking up from his task. Red, red eyes ... glowing. Red eyes knowing. And knowing what? Sometimes, it was hard to tell. Sometimes, the wolf was hard to figure out. But he had a spark about him. He had a levelness about him. And, even after this short while, the chipmunk loved him.
Did love need a timetable? Could young, sudden love ... be as pure as long, gradual love? Were there different degrees of love?
Love ... say it enough times, and the word (like the emotion) would stop making sense.
"Why do you love doing that?"
Pyro looked up ... from his position (on his belly, facing the opposite direction ... she was on her back, her shoulders and head propped up by pillows). His muzzle was at her foot-paws. He was nibbling. He never hurt her ... with his teeth. Never. He was so careful. He put those sharp teeth to her fur, to her body ... and pressed. So she could feel it. Feel his love-bites. And he would suck and gnaw and ...
"Why do you bite?"
His red eyes met her forest-green ones. She had emerald eyes.
She waited.
"I'm not entirely sure," he confessed. "I like ... putting pressure," he said, "on things."
"Why's that?"
"Things under pressure ... adapt. Things under pressure ... show their strength."
A giggle. An eye-dart. "So, what does ... that doesn't make sense."
"I guess I bite, also cause ... I mean, I can touch you with my paws," Pyro said. "And you feel soft. And you feel warm. And you feel real. I can touch you with ... my nose. And I can smell you. Smell your fur. The soap you use. The sweat from the day. Your own natural scent. I can ... but to make contact with your lips, with your muzzle," he insisted, "is the most intimate kind of touch."
She watched him. Her belly and breasts were a lighter shade than the rest of her. A bold, brown stripe ran down her back. Her tail was long. But not wide. Not bushy. More like ... a bit like a fuzzy wire. But not as snaky as a mouse's tail.
"Kissing, tasting ... biting," he said. "When I nibble on your body," he whispered, giving her the most intense, masculine stare (that seemed to raise her own body temperature several degrees). "When I nibble on your body, I know, without a doubt ... how real you are. How warm you are. How intimate ... such contact is. I ... I don't know." He looked away. To the sheets. "I love to bite," he whispered. Eyes glazing over.
"Well, you are a wolf," she said, smiling. "Even if you're a prey-like wolf, you're still a wolf."
He gave her a head-tilt. And a smile. "I guess so."
"You guess so?" she teased gently. "Don't you know?"
A sly shrug.
"Mm ... " She reached out a paw. Ran it over the fur on the cheeks of his rump. On the backs of his strong legs. "Well, I gotta say ... no one's ever wanted to nibble and gnaw on me before."
"I'm sure they have ... "
"Oh, I've been kissed. Been hugged. Never ... never nibbled or gnawed. Not until you came along," she said quietly. Reflectively.
"Well, I guess I'll have to make up ... for your lost time. Have to nibble you raw."
A giggle. And she tugged at one of the periwinkle-blue sheets.
But he tugged back. Starting a tug-of-war.
"Hey," she whispered playfully.
"You don't need it ... are you cold?"
"No ... "
"Then what ... you don't need to cover yourself."
She flushed.
"I've seen it up close," he reminded.
"Yeah ... I know." A pause. "You know, squirrels are ... they have beautiful tails. And mice ... are so adorable, and ... you know, chipmunks? We're sort of ... lost in between them. You know?"
"You feel inadequate?"
"No, I just ... I feel I have to fight harder to get noticed."
"Well, I notice you," was Pyro's response. "I notice you, and ... " He returned, in the dimness of their room, in the lateness of the hour, in the softness of their bed ... to biting on her toes. Delicately biting on her toes, and then ... on the rest of her foot-paw. Moving to nibble at her ankles.
"You're ... sure," she panted, "you're not a meat-eater?"
An almost-shy question (with a cheeky grin). "Is pussy a meat?"
A giggle. And another. "Um ... don't know. Don't think so."
"Well, then ... I'm not a meat-eater. But I do love to nibble on a nice chipmunk now and then. Most delicious."
"Only delicious?"
"Scrumptious," he corrected.
"Ooh ... " She sighed. As he nibbled on the fur (and, beneath it, the flesh) of her thighs. His teeth grazing through her fur. "Ooh, I've ... never been called scrumptious."
"You have now."
She couldn't argue with such logic. Oh, he was impeccable!
"I want you to learn ... to learn," he said, "how to bite back."
"My teeth aren't as sharp as yours."
"You can still bite, though ... right? You still have a muzzle? Still have jaw-bones? Still ... "
"Yeah," she giggled. "Yeah ... "
"Well, you'll like it."
"So, there's a method ... to your madness, huh? To biting? There's a style? You don't just ... bite at random?"
"Oh, no ... no," he breathed. "To make it sensual, to make it ... to make it feel good, you have to know what amount of pressure to apply. Have to know the sensitive spots," he whispered, "of your mate's body. Have to know which directions to graze your teeth ... through fur. To go against the grain of each strand of fur ... so that you can feel," he said, "the fur parting. Have to know ... so much. Biting," he confessed, "like so many aspects of love-making ... is an art."
She couldn't argue that ... couldn't argue anything ... for his was nibbling and gnawing his way up, up ... past her groin. To her belly. And up and around. "You're not gonna ... bite my, uh ... my ... "
"Nipples are for suckling ... not biting," he whispered. Breath going faster, faster. "Thought everyone ... knew that," he said, blowing a warm breath onto her left breast. Her left nipple. Body half draped over hers, and his brushy, ragged wolf tail in the air. Wagging ... wagging ...
Her eyes squeezed to a shut. And her paws reached out and clutched the back of his head, holding him in place.
He suckled ...
And she sighed ... forgetting all the question she had meant to ask (about his past). Forgetting all the worries.
Simply a prisoner to his tongue. His teeth. His lips.
Literally ... being muzzled. And loving it.
Piano. Flute. Or oboe? Something trilling ... holding its note, trilling, and trailing. Something going solo ... in a bed of brass sounds.
"What is this?" Assumpta asked. Angular ears swiveling. "I do not recognize this piece."
"I got it from the snow rabbit database. Bailero from Chants D'Auvergne." Azure took a step (a bare step) toward her. Body bare. Foot-paws bare. In the open air of their quarters. Once more, it was night. And, once more ... hours of soft, sweet delight. With each other. With words, with touches, with glances ... and, now, with dances.
They were going to dance. Just like they'd talked about (but hadn't yet done).
"The instrumentation," the snow leopard whispered.
"You like it?" Azure whispered back. Meeting her half-open eyes ... from half a foot away.
"Yes. It is ... pleasing," she whispered.
A smile. A bright smile from him.
And she gave that eye-smile. She practiced that look in the mirror. When her mate wasn't around. She practiced smiling in the mirror. She practiced smiling every day. And ...
... he put his muzzle to her cheek. And gave a soft kiss. A soft, soft kiss. And slipped his arms around her waist. She was, being a snow leopard, stronger than the squirrel. A bit taller. She was the predator, and he was the prey ... and he slipped his arms around her waist. And leaned his head on her shoulder. And closed his eyes.
She brought her white paws, and her white, grey-striped arms ... around his back. And held him close. And also closed her eyes. And purred.
Oh, she purred!
"You don't know," Azure whispered (with such delicacy), "how much I love it ... when you do that."
"When I do what?"
"Purr. I ... your purr," he whispered to her. "It's the most beautiful sound. It's the safest, warmest ... most wonderful sound," he said, sounding so innocent. So vibrant.
She breathed inward through her nose. And purred against his neck. Moving her muzzle to his ear. And purring in there.
"Oh ... " The squirrel relaxed in her grip. Relaxed ... so utterly. In her arms.
And she kept purring, and she started turning them in a slow circle. To the sound of the music. To the operatic, femme voice ... of whatever snow rabbit was reciting the words that accompanied this classical piece. This slow, slow ... romantic swaying music.
Azure hadn't wanted to waltz. Hadn't wanted to ... move all about the room.
He had wanted to sway.
Swaying was a kind of dancing, wasn't it? It still counted, didn't it?
Sway ... sway ... slowly. In circles. Bare foot-paws, pads of foot-paws ... shuffling on the carpet. Toes bumping into each other. His weight clinging to her. Her weight supporting him.
They danced like this, in slow, swaying fashion ... for minutes. Eyes closed. Her purring, and him ... chitter-squeaking. Making their little sounds. Holding to each other's soft, warm fur. His tail, larger, bushier ... twitching regally behind him. Her tail snaking ... so gracefully ... behind her.
"Gataki," he whispered. Using an alien word for "kitten" ... oh, his kitten. His gataki. "Gataki," he whispered again.
"Yes ... "
"I'm glad you wanted to do this."
"Why would I not wish to?"
"I don't know," he whispered, eyes still closed. He breathed in through his twitching nose. "I know predators don't dance. I know it's a prey thing. I know ... you must thin it's frivolous."
"Not at all," she assured. "No, I ... I think this is," she told him, "quite romantic." Her voice at a delicate, purring hush. "I would not rather be doing anything else ... but dancing with you."
"You mean that?" His voice rang with quiet joy. And he opened his eyes. They were blue. Deep blue. Like a sky.
"Of course." She breathed of his scent. "Oh ... " She sighed. And they swayed.
And the music melted into the background. Into their ears. It became such an accompaniment ... that they hardly noticed it. They became ... part of it. Their movements, their motions ... became an extension of the music.
Trickling piano sounds ... quivering woodwinds ...
... and quivering breaths.
"Meow," he asked. Quietly. "Please ... "
She hesitated.
"I love your purr ... but you rarely meow. I love it when you meow ... " He hugged to her. Oh, hugged to her.
And she took a breath ... and meowed into his ear. Once ... twice ... before returning to golden, thrumming purrs.
"Oh ... " A deep breath. "Oh ... "
They turned in slow, shuffling ... circles, circles. Circles in their eyes. Paws running circles in each other's fur, and ...
... they found themselves bumping into the couch.
Azure's chest rose, fell. Rose ... fell ... his paws feeling all over her breasts. Cupping them, tracing them. Thumbs waggling over the nipples ... and he huffed. And eyes darted to hers. Her eyes ... star-lit! Like the stars outside their window. Like the icy-blue of the planet below them. That's how her eyes were.
They were crystalline.
They were pure.
Just like her.
And she ... met his gaze. Did not break it. Did not let go of him. Was never going to let go of his energy. His innocence. His emotion. His joy ... his radiance. He was so alive. And he made her feel things. Made her feel emotions. Things that, for predators ... were frowned upon. Things that, by instinct, were buried ...
... but, oh, he was digging them up. And, oh, she was giving a throaty growl. And pulling him onto the couch. A tangle of fur and limbs. Sinking to the cushions. And lips coming together in greedy smack-smacks. In greedy sucks. Paws ... roving over hips. Over bellies. Over each other.
"Oh ... oh ... "
Purr ...
... squeak! Chitter!
"Our dance," Azure breathed. "Our ... you wanna ... "
"We shall have to dance," she panted, "lying down ... "
A giggle. He giggled into the fur of her shoulder. "Was that a joke?" A beam. "Mm?"
"A statement of fact." But her eyes, meeting his, glowed.
"Well, then ... "
And the two furs, the two mates ... predator and prey ... 'danced' in the embers of the dying day.
Ketchy, bare now, in his arms now ... was pressed up against Denali's chest. As an otter, he had a solid build. He had rich-brown fur. He was the rugged (but slender) type. Thinner than she was, but ... he thought she was beautiful. He told her so.
She exhaled onto his chest-fur. Her ear very near to where his heart was. She could hear it beating. Oh, she could his heart ... beating. Beating ... thump-thump ... thump-thump ...
Denali's fingers and paws delicately scritched at her. In her fur. Lazily.
"Why didn't ... " She faltered. And managed, "Why didn't I fall in love with you ... sooner? Last year ... or ... whenever. Why ... didn't I ... why are we only now," she whispered, "together?"
"I don't know," was his whisper. "I think you know ... there's no good answer to that. Other than: we ARE together. Right now. And ... that's all that matters. Now, and ... later. We still have time."
"I hope so," was her yearning. "I love you," she confessed. Fearing he wouldn't say it back. Fearing he would be like Fredrick. But he wasn't ...
For ... "I love you, too," was his easy, soft reply. Giving her a squeeze (as he breathed in). And exhaling. Adding, "My mate. My pretty mate."
She smiled. So tired, but ... she had a new mate. One who ... was so warm, and so kind, and ...
"Sleep, hun," the otter murred. Stroking her softly.
And she, closing her eyes, did so. She'd always been afraid of dreams. They always got crushed. But, as she drifted out of consciousness ... as she dozed off, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe tonight, she felt, the dreams would be good.
Maybe, tonight, in her dreams, all her discontents ... oh, in her dreams, every discontent would be divine. And all the love she'd needed ...
... would be, upon waking, there to find.
And Ketchy sighed and smiled. And slept. Head nestled to Denali's chest.
At the docking hatch, an Arctic fox ... a spy ... surgically altered (at great pains and efforts) to look like a snow rabbit ... strolled aboard. Looked around. It was late, and no one was up. No one would notice him ... and, if they did, well ... he looked like a snow rabbit, didn't he? And, oh, he could act the part. He'd had years of practice. Alterations such as his ... were permanent. He would look like a snow rabbit for the rest of his life. He could never return home. No, he was an eternal spy. And, if he was caught ... well, the snow rabbits would torture him. They were prey, and they claimed to be victims, but they had ways about them ...
But sacrifices had to be made. The fox had given his life ... to serve his kind. To monitor the snow rabbits. And, now, he'd been ordered to monitor Luminous. Back home, on the other side of the border, on the other side of the DMZ ... there were fears that Luminous (a very advanced ship) had joined the snow rabbit fleet. And would lead an assault on the fox's territory.
Perhaps that was paranoia ... but, regardless ...
The Arctic fox spy was here (this time) to observe. To scan the ship's interior. Get the frequencies of their hull plating. Learn everything he could about this ... Luminous. So, that in future, when her destruction was necessary ...
... nothing would get in the way.
The spy went to the nearest corridor. Looked one way. Looked the other. And set off on his stroll. Scanner in paw. In twenty minutes, his survey would be over. And he would leave.
But he knew he would be back ... | FSE |
Title: She's Such A Tease - A Shower of Urges Pt. 5 by RainTigress
Tags: Anal, Blackmail, Light Bondage, M/F, Master/Pet, Shower, Squirrel, Story Series, Vixen
Skyler bolted from the library for the washroom. He took off his pants and removed his sticky, cum soaked boxers before sliding his pants back on. He jammed his boxers into the very bottom of his knapsack and swung it over his shoulder. 'This entire semester is getting really fucking weird.' He thought to himself as he exited into the hallway. He broke into a half-jog down the hallway and not quite focusing on where he was going slammed into another fur and fell to the ground. he looked up, dazed to see Ryan looking down at him.
"Where's the fire, man?" Ryan asked.
"I'm gonna be late for fifth." Skyler said picking himself off the ground and dusting off. "The hell's up with you? You haven't seen a full day of school since the seventh grade."
"Told you." Ryan said as they started towards Professor Fynx's classroom together, "I've got some shit to attend to."
"You know you've never been able to keep a secret from me, dude. Why start now?" Said Skyler with a slight smirk.
Ryan's only response was "You'll see. It's a surprise."
Skyler could only think as they walked the rest of the way in silence, that this had something to do with the experience they had together the previous night. Thoughts of their bodies locked together in a frenzied act of passion filled Skyler's mind as he briefly flashed back to remember the feeling of Ryan's hard cock pumping cum into his ass. He smiled a little at the thought of the pleasure he'd experienced at the hands of his best friend as they walked through the door of the classroom and Skyler laid his homework silently on top of the stack of assignments on Arabelle's desk .
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They were greeted with only a slight smile from Professor Fynx upon their fashionably late entrance. "She told me I was allowed to be five minutes late today... but why didn't she bitch you out?" Skyler whispered to Ryan as they took their seats side-by-side.
"Maybe she's just glad to see I'm here for once." Ryan whispered back. As Skyler opened his bag to withdraw his books, Ryan smelled the scent of Skyler's jizz emanating from the bag, his pheromones filling the air with an unmistakable scent of sex. Although Skyler quickly zipped his bag shut, there was just enough of his scent in the air that he got several admiring glances from the girls sitting around them... including Fynx. Ryan knew that Fynx was doing well at being his little pet, and he could see the glimmer of the necklace collar glinting around her neck, though she had tucked the tag under her blouse.
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Arabelle sat uncomfortably at her desk. She could see her students looking at her with curiosity due to the revealing clothes she was wearing. She heard the rabbit twins gossiping with a group of their friends.
"Have you ever seen Fynx dress like that?" "Never." "She's usually a total tight ass." "Except for the shoes." "Who cares about the shoes? You can see her nipples through the shirt." "Maybe she's got a hot date later and no time to change." "No way. She's like... old."
"Enough out of you ladies." Arabelle said sharply. She didn't like the fact that she had to wear this getup to protect her job, and she liked it even less that she was being called "old". However, the outfit, and the predicament that went along with it, was something she couldn't help at this point. Throughout the day she had been trying to think of a way out of this, but none were apparent. She didn't mind so much teasing Skyler. There was something about his adorable innocence, his sexy physique... but she couldn't just tease him forever. She wanted him... Badly. She chided herself yet again for thinking of a student with such lust, but she couldn't help it.
She felt very vulnerable and exposed as she stood in front of the class giving her lecture, but the feeling was arousing in a strange but familiar way. She felt the eyes of several of her male students clinging to her form. She looked towards Skyler for a brief moment, his eyes were fixated on her, his muzzle hanging slightly open. Ryan was beside him with a bored expression on his face, his chin resting in his palm. Her mind filled with contempt for the young squirrel for a moment. 'How dare he blackmail me into this?' She thought angrily, but she continued with her lesson. Feeling the stares of the young, virile males around her sparked a warmth in her belly, slowly traveling down to the nether regions barely hidden by her short skirt. She felt herself becoming wet... her heart pounded heavily... it was so hard to concentrate on her lecture with her clit throbbing between her thighs. The moisture from her slit began to bead on her thigh. She felt it trickling ever so slowly down her leg. Her brow began to sweat, 'How long until they notice?' She thought to herself. She excused herself from her class with a stutter and headed towards the faculty locker room.
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The locker room was always abandoned in the afternoons. It was a wide room covered entirely in white and blue tile with benches running down the centre. She lay down on a bench and hitched up her skirt. She slid her fingers inside her dripping slit and began thrusting them in and out hard and fast. She fingerbanged herself mercilessly, sometimes slowing down to rub her clit with her thumb... her felt sparks of ecstasy flowing through her body as he shifted her weight onto her side and lifted a leg around her head. While still rapidly finger fucking herself she began lapping at her own pussy, eating herself out. It only took a few strokes of her tongue before her fingers found that magic spot on top of her vagina and she began to squirt waves of cum into her own mouth. She was so busy lapping up her own fluids, she never noticed the sound of the door opening behind her...
Ryan strode over to her, unnoticed by the Professor in the throwes of orgasm. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pulled her up to look at him. "Did I say you could cum?" Ryan said, looking into her eyes.
"I... You didn't..." She stuttered.
"You cum when I say you can cum." Ryan said. He spied the door to the shower room off to the side of them. He dragged her into it and locked the door. It was a long narrow room with several showers in it. A long tiled bench was built into the wall. He undressed her fiercely and pushed her forward so she was doggy style on the bench. He removed his own clothes, removing his belt from his shorts and bringing hit with him as he turned on the shower, a cascade of warm water coming down on them both. He slid himself inside her pussy with a hard thrust... though Arabelle din't protest. She was relieved to have his massive, hard cock inside her and she moaned in pleasure as he hilted himself against her hips. "Make me cum, pet." He ordered her. She began bucking her hips against him, but she had barely started into her rhythm when he snapped his belt down on her back. She cried out in pain. "We can't have that." He said removing the bandanna he wore around his wrist to silence her.
"Make me cum, bitch!" He ordered again. She started bucking again, but felt the belt whip against her back for a second time. She whimpered out from behind her gag. "Not that way." He said.
Arabelle was confused... she didn't know quite what to do. She started clenching the muscles in her pussy, trying to stay as still as she could. She heard him let out small sighs, but after no more than a couple of minutes, the belt cracked down on her once more. "Not good enough, pet." He said. "If you don't please me there will be punishment involved." She looked around for anything that could help... he spied a large black shampoo bottle nearby. It was about nine inches in length and at least three inches in girth, and it had small nodules down the sides making it ridged and bumpy. She knew now what he wanted her to do... she grabbed the shampoo bottle and deepthroated it, making it slippery with her saliva. She reached behind herself and forced the large bottle, with great difficulty, into her tight tailhole. She worked it in slowly, it hurt, but she knew her tailhole would adapt.
Ryan groaned as she worked the large bottle into her tailhole, stretching it so that he could feel the ridges of the bottle pressing through the barrier between her ass and her pussy, stroking his cock. She worked the bottle in and out of her sweet, puckered sand dollar, jerking him off with the bottle through her ass. She worked it faster and faster until Ryan released wave after wave of sticky, hot jism into her sopping wet pussy. After his knot was enlarged about half way, he pulled out with a cruel "POP!" and showered her wet, matted fur with his hot seed. He flipped her over so she could sit on the bench and got between her legs. "Now, maybe I'll let you cum." He said. He took just one tantalizing lick at her clit before pulling away and spitting on her pussy. He stood up. "You taste like a whore." He said. "No pet of mine is going to taste like a whore!" He said mockingly and walked to his bag, by the corner. "I bought you a present... pet." He said, pulling a drugstore bag out of his knapsack. It was a raspberry flavoured douching kit. He assembled it quickly and inserted it into her clam. He pushed the liquid that smelled strongly of raspberry into her pussy. Only seconds later, the mixture of the fluid from the bag and the fluids from her pussy splashed out of her. He untied her gag to tie it back around his own wrist and he caressed her cheek. "That takes care of that... but I think we might just have to postpone your release until you prove your loyalty to your master."
He towel dried himself and put his clothes back on. "Get cleaned up." He said apathetically. "You've got a big night ahead of you. He laughed and tossed an envelope at her as he left her naked in the shower, her fur wet and matted,, the shampoo bottle still jammed into her tailhole.
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After she had cleaned up both herself and the shower around her, Arabelle dried herself and redressed, her mind filled with fiery contempt for the predicament she was in and for Ryan. She wasn't quite back to the classroom when the bell rang, so she turned to her office instead.
Sitting down at her desk she retrieved a long, silver letter opener and sliced the envelope Ryan had tossed at her. The inside was a room key to one of the sleazier hotels in the city and a note. "Check into this room at 5pm tonight, more instructions will be there for you."
Arabelle looked at the clock... sixth period was over at 4:30 and this hotel was all the way across the city. She wouldn't have time to change, but for the time being she had no choice. She had to go or who knows what Ryan would pull out of his sleeve.
"I'm just going to have to go with this." She thought... "It's just a little cock, after all."..... | FSE |
Title: My Wonderful Little Sister- Crimson Ghosts by ArcticWolf451
Tags: Death, Fox, Guns, M/F, MWLS, Semi-incest, War, Wolf
Disclaimer: You know the drill the by now...either be 18 or older to read this or get out. ...still here? Well, I admire your persistence. Okay, you can stay, but I'm NOT responsible if your mom catches you on here...or dad if your mom is dead or something. If both parents are dead then don't sweat it....although come to think of it that is god awfully depressing, and you have my pity (something not easily earned in this world). So, read on at your own risk. Just check the tags for what may or may not be in the following paragraphs. Also, all characters belong to me Casonova, so don't get any ideas about doing a fanfic without my permish...m'kay? I think we understand each other now, so read on! *cough* Pervert! ;DHey! Who threw that?
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6:15 A.M. Panama CityI gently kissed Katie on the cheek as a slipped on my shorts and finished lacing up my shoes. I'd already taken a quick shower to wash off the scent of our illustrious activities, and so far Katie was still fast asleep in bed without a care in the world. Normally I'd have been more than happy to stay put in bed with her, but today I had to save the world...or at least a very small part of it. Quietly stepping out onto the balcony, I closed the door behind me and gazed out at the glimmering skyscrapers that stole the day back from the gloom that seemed to hang over the city. At first glance one would think this place to be a Latin paradise, a hidden jewel wedged between two oceans on a thin stretch of land dividing the Americas. A closer look would show you it's just a glimmering cesspit, a polished apple eaten rotten to the core from within.The government was fighting a losing battle against corruption in its police forces, and several politicians had been caught taking bribes from known rebel lieutenants. This let Noriega's men roam the city streets like roaches through a Brooklyn basement. You could always find them hanging around the markets in the western suburbs of the city, but they managed to keep themselves clean enough to avoid drawing any serious attention to themselves. So far, any attempt to discover what they were planning had either failed or turned up useless info. Hopefully that would all change today.Baker didn't tell me I'd be meeting anyone, he just instructed me to be ready to leave by 6:20 this morning. My head was still a little fuzzy, but that was more from the humidity than lack of sleep. The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon, it lingered as if afraid of what the rest of the day had in store. Slowly I walked out the front gate and down the city street, my eyes scanning the occasional early morning pedestrian or car that passed me by. Being on the northern edge of the city, things would stay quiet in this part of town for at least another hour or so. It was strangely relaxing, considering that later I'd be trying to uncover a plot that would likely kill over half the people residing here.Looking back, I tried to uncover how it all came to this. My mind walked in circles, unable to move forward or backward towards a definitive answer. Had it really been my relationship with Katie? No, without her I'd be dead by now, that's for sure. A cool breeze picked up, the icy chill relieving me from the intense humidity that plagued this part of the world. The air was practically so wet you could drown if you ran hard enough. It'd be scorching hot soon, although after my time in the Arizona desert I'd come to tolerate the heat. And that's when it hit me.Arizona, the gold, Elsie...my friends. The memories raided my mind like Vandals sacking Rome, showing me no mercy as the truth burned painfully in my head. I thought back to how they all died because of me, because I was too scared to tell Elsie the truth and too horny to keep her emotionally distant. Now they were all just shades of the past sent to haunt me with everlasting guilt. I've tried to stop thinking about it, maybe because I know I can never forgive myself for what happened. All he shrinks in the VA hospitals told me to move on, to not cling to the past since I can't change it. The only thing is I've changed it before, and I guess part of me was hoping I'd get to change it again. Heh, of course I knew deep down that wasn't possible. My friends were gone for good, and with them any chance of me being sane again.I knew that if I ever lost Katie that was the end of it for me, I'd have no reason to go on. She's really the last person on earth I care about, everyone else I knew is either dead or better off without me wasting their time and probably getting them killed at some point. For the moment I'd won her back, but the seed of dissent was still there, and I knew it would grow if I didn't prove to her that we belong together, no matter what. Why I thought tagging along on her mission trip to aid the CIA would help, I don't know. The last time I thought clearly was when I was contemplating whether I wanted McDonald's or Burger King.The whole time I'd been walking I'd been wondering where I should go. The embassy was downtown, although Baker told me to avoid it since if I was seen there it would blow my cover. Baker had to know where I was, I still had the phone he gave me that was implanted with a tracker chip. Was he even up this early? One way to find out.Me: U up?BigBoss: I told u not 2 use this # unless it was & e-mer-j-n-c.I smirked. Even for a fifty-something year old he had the texting habits of a fourteen year old girl.Me: Sorry. Where 2?BigBoss: I think you have work that needs to be done at the church.The church huh? Considering there were over a hundred in this city alone, I could only fathom he meant the large Catholic mission that had been converted into a worship center where we'd be working for most of the trip. Well, Katie would, I'd be out trying to not cause an international incident. Maybe, I thought, when this whole thing blows over I can finally get a normal job and just settle down with her someplace. Then again, all "normal" jobs for me have so far included guns, foreign combatants and severe injuries, so maybe I needed something a little out of the ordinary.
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I awoke with my mouth feeling...and tasting...like it was full of sand as a ray of sunlight came in through the window shades and hit my eyelids. Slowly I flopped out of bed, my mind coming to as I also remembered I was naked and still smelt the way you'd expect after last night's sexcapades."Kyle? Where'd you go?"No response. I rubbed my eyes and quickly inspected the room, not finding Kyle anywhere. His suitcase was still here, although his clothes from last night were now in a plastic gym bag and his shoes were no longer by the door."Dang it Kyle, you sure know how to treat a girl," I sighed while heading to the bathroom for a shower.I figured it was about seven in the morning, maybe a little later. I didn't want to wait for Pastor Eric to come wake me so going back to bed was out of the question, and I'm pretty sure none of the other students smell quite as musky as I did at the time. Plus, my hair was a mess since I made the mistake of letting Kyle be on top again. All I know is, the people who invented "missionary position" must've either yiffed while wearing hats, or had really short hair.As I washed off the scents and stains from last night, I pondered about what Kyle and I said last night. For all intents and purposes we were back together, but for how long? A hot late night romp doesn't change the past, and it won't do anything for the future except potentially ruin it if we get caught. My stomach hurt as I thought about it. Breaking it off one time was bad enough, I didn't know if I could do it again. Maybe we could tough it out; get through life's problems together and actually live normal lives. The more I thought about that, the more the memories of the past filled my mind and told me otherwise.My stomach panged me again, although this time I realized it was from hunger. I finished washing up and toweled off, wondering where I could get some breakfast around here. Throwing on a white t-shirt with the Zune logo (don't ask why I have that, I'm usually a Mac person), some blue jeans and my shoes, I stepped outside and noticed a grocery store across the street had just opened. I'd exchanged some of my money for Panamanian Balboas at the airport, and now it was time to put them to good use. I wasn't sure what was safe to eat in this country, so I played it safe and bought a bunch of six bananas. They're safe right? I mean they come in their own wrappers."Gracias señorita," the owner said with a smile and a wave as I paid for my breakfast."De nada," I replied, "Tenga un buen día."Those middle school Spanish classes didn't seem so dumb anymore now that I'd gotten to make good use of them. I'd actually started re-learning Spanish a year ago, and while I wasn't "fluent," I knew enough to get by without needing a translator. I peeled open my first banana and took a bite as I strolled back to my room. It's a good thing my parents weren't here, they'd freak if they knew I was about to eat a half dozen bananas...again. There's a reason why they're my forbidden fruit. I wonder what daddy would say if were...here. Oh, right. I looked at my bananas again and remembered just where he was now, suddenly no longer hungry.
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St. Luke's Catholic Mission - 8:15 A.M.Baker met me at the church around 7:30 to discuss with me and Eric what was going to happen today. Eric had left one of the chaperones in charge of getting the rest of the kids fed and bussed over to the church, which gave us a window of time to operate in relative privacy. The church wasn't very large, only two priests and a nun were present, and they knew enough to leave us alone in one of the offices in the back."Now, around 5:00 in the afternoon, Noriega and Caldwell meet at the Arroyo Cantina here in this uptown market district," Baker said while pointing at the map."That's a good distance away from where we're staying," Eric mentioned with obvious concern.He had a point. We were staying near the embassy, which was near the airport on the west side of the city, well away from any potential action that would come from a coup de tat. This market put us smack dab in a poor neighborhood that we really had no business being in."It'll be fine, we'll have three other agents in the area keeping watch. Any sign of trouble and we'll call you and tell you to get out of there. You can leave Kyle behind, we'll pick him up later if need be.""Gee, thanks," I grumbled.Baker ignored me and continued his briefing. "Now, if anyone asks why you're heading to this market, it's because their prices are better and they have more of what you need. Just say that, and refuse to give more details. We can worry about those after the mission.""Which is?""To listen in on Noriega and Caldwell's meeting, remember? They do things old school, no electronics so we can't hack or phone tap them. Each are in charge of a cell here in the city. We believe Caldwell's men have the vials of Hellfire, and will likely be using them in the city to deal with the government's police forces. Noriega's men are mostly in the country and will likely attack the canal to try and force us to ignore what's going on downtown. Their most likely targets are the presidential palace and city hall, where they can formally declare themselves the new heads of state."Baker paused to pull up a black briefcase and opened it for me and Eric to see. In it were a pair of Bluetooth phone headsets, a pen, and a pair of sunglasses."These are your tools of the trade for today," Baker explained. "Each of you gets a Bluetooth so you can be in contact with me. Kyle, your toys are the glasses and pen.""And how do I spy with these? Write down what I see while looking cool?""Very funny wise guy," Baker sneered, "No, that pen is actually a laser microphone. Point it at a window or surface near where Noriega and Caldwell are talking, and it'll pick up the vibrations of sound from their conversation. It's linked to your Bluetooth so I can listen in with you and record their talk from my station at the embassy. Your sunglasses also have a backup laser mic built into the left temple arm. In case you can't use the pen without looking suspicious, you can just look at them and it should work all the same. The controls for it are in an app on your phone, so make sure you get comfortable with them before the actual mission.""I have to admit Baker, this is pretty cool," I said while picking up the glasses. "Hah, Panama Jack brand. How appropriate."Baker smirked. "I had a feeling you'd get a kick out of that. Alright, I think we're good to go. Eric, get your people ready to leave by 4:00 and drop Kyle off at the designated spot I showed you. Then it'll just be a matter of waiting for our dynamic duo to arrive and hopefully spill the beans on what they're planning, and when things are going down."Eric sighed as he got up to go return to the motel. "Mr. Baker, I know this is important, but do you really have to use my youth group to conceal Kyle's arrival? What if they spot him anyway and start shooting?""They won't do that, it'll bring too much police attention. They don't know how the Public Defense Forces will respond to a coup, since not all of them have been paid off.""Still...they'll have guns or something on them right?""Well," Baker cautiously admitted, "That's a given. But I assure you, your people will be far enough away it won't make a difference."Eric sighed and folded his arms across his chest compliantly. "Fine. I'll go start making preparations on the bus. I know the elementary school we're going to can lend us one, and the church is going to lend us a large Ford van for the rest of us."Baker smiled and nodded. "Good. I think that covers everything then. See you at 4:00 gentlemen."
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Eric dropped us off at the church around eight and sent us to go sort through a pile of packages in the basement. Most of them contained donations from back home, things like non-perishable food, clothing, shoes, that sort of thing. Panama wasn't the poorest of central-American countries, but the war hadn't been kind to their country and many people were now living in poverty, trying to rebuild what had been lost.While we were busy organizing the donations, Eric disappeared to go meet with someone. I had a feeling as to just who it was, and when no one was looking I slipped upstairs and wandered into the back of the church where they had a hallway with a few offices. Sure enough, Eric was sitting inside one with that old fox I'd seen back home, and...Kyle? I blinked as I saw my own brother sitting inside with them, his attention focused on their conversation. I crept closer to listen in, their words just barely audible as I waited outside the door. My heart began to pound like a drum as I overheard talk of rebels, guns, and the fact that several of us were going to be in close proximity to such things. Eric protested several times, but the fox snidely reassured him that everything would be okay.My mouth suddenly felt very dry as my mind raced, already contemplating various disasters that could befall us. This whole thing sounded like a bad idea, and with Kyle's track record for attracting danger I knew that something bad was just around the corner. I suddenly realized they were standing up to leave, and before I could turn around to escape the hallway the door opened and Eric walked out."Katie? What are...""Shhh!" I hissed as I tried to sneak away.He nodded and paused in the doorway for a second, giving me time to leave while Kyle and the fox looked at him incredulously."What's wrong Eric? Someone there?" I heard the fox ask."No, I thought I saw an alley cat sneak in here, but it was just my imagination," he calmly admitted.I heaved a sigh of relief as I tried to head back downstairs. However, just as I made it to the door I felt a paw on my shoulder. I stopped, sighing dejectedly as I recognized the familiar grasp of the fingers resting on me."What gave me away?""Well, the fact that Eric said your name for starters," Kyle said with chuckle."Never was a great hide and seek player," I said. "Kyle, be honest with me...are you really here to spy these terrorist...rebel...whoever they are?"Kyle tightened his grip on me and turned me around to look at him, his face taunt with emotion. He went to say something, but his words failed him and after a few seconds, he simply nodded."So you weren't lying when you told me that you were here to save the world," I realized."Well, I may have been exaggerating a bit, but no. Katie you'd know I'd never lie to you," he said, "You're my mate, after all."I cringed as he said that, turning my gaze to the floor as I felt him await an answer."We are still mates, aren't we?""Kyle...I...I can't be your mate and your sister," I replied hesitantly."Well I'm not...we're not related remember?""You know what I mean," I countered, "It's just...dang it, why do we keep suffering so much? Every time I think the worst is behind us something new comes up and...I'm just afraid one of these days we're going to lose everything else around us.""What do you mean?" he asked thoughtfully, his ears perked and at attention."What if something happens to mom or Shelly? Or if your friend Scott has an accident and dies...it's not his fault he's friends with you. Should he be punished just because we wanted to be together?"Kyle placed a finger under my chin and gently scratched under my muzzle, coaxing a subtle "murr" from me as I looked back up at him."You're right, they shouldn't be punished for our mistakes. But who's to say that if we give up on each other our problems will just go away? Is that atonement enough, or is fate just gonna keep sending things our way till we're six feet under?"I blinked a couple of times, unable to think as I felt my eyes start to water up."We've fought together before Katie, and we won. Heck, we beat Death himself. Things only get better when we stand together. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, cause Lord knows it ain't, but if we don't put up a fight, we're doomed."I nodded reluctantly, taking a deep breath as his words sunk in. "You're right, you're a perv and a goof, but you're right." I hugged him and he returned the favor, neither of us caring who might be watching."Thank you Katie," he whispered as we embraced. "Love you.""Mmhmm, me too," I sighed, "But if you're serious, then you're going to have to do something for me.""Anything.""You're quitting the military after this is over."He broke our embrace and looked at me, his eyes reading my countenance to see if I was serious."Sis, that's...I mean, why? I'm good at it, it's a job I love...""More than me?" I interrupted. "I had to go without you for eighteen months. Eighteen months of not knowing if you were even still alive. The few times you called, the few times I got a letter, they were knives reopening a wound. They just reminded me you weren't here and wouldn't be for a long time.""Katie, it wasn't easy for me either, but that's over now. They'll just put me on some base in the States or Europe from here on out.""Bull-oney," I retorted with an almost curse, "This Baker guy, he's not going to let you go. If you sign on after this he'll turn you into a spy just like him, and then you'll be all over the world doing God knows what instead of being here with me. If you're serious about us standing up to fate together, then you tell him off and quit, or else say goodbye to me right now."His face softened as he noticed my paws bundle up into fists and my brow remained stiff as I tried to not choke on the tears collecting in the back of my throat."Alright Katie, but only because I love you," he said with a consenting smile. "Now c'mon, let's go finish helping downstairs before anyone notices we're missing."
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4:45 P.M. - A road in western Panama CityThe day had passed by surprisingly quickly considering how stressed I was about the upcoming rendezvous in the market. And now, here I was sitting in a bus full of school children and their parents along with Katie and a few of the other kids from the church back home. It was about as noisy as you can imagine, so I tried to maintain my sanity by opening the window and letting the sounds of angry drivers honking and yelling at each other in Spanish drown out the sound of sugar fueled kids who were still feeling the effects of the candy we gave them.Eric was doing his best to keep things business as usual, namely because he was afraid of what would happen if the parents back home found out their kids were part of a CIA sting operation. After the donations were organized we headed out to a nearby Catholic school where the faculty had organized the various classes to watch the kids from our church put on a series of plays, followed by Eric giving a sermon before breaking for lunch. Normally we'd leave the food up to the school's cafeteria, but this one lacked necessities like meat and dairy products. Most of the food was just rice and beans, a staple of any third-world Latin country. Fortunately, we brought along enough canned chicken and salsa to make something resembling tacos in soup form. It was good, if not particularly filling.Still, it was a better meal than what these kids usually got, and they certainly weren't complaining. I'd seen similar levels of poverty in California during the final days of the war. There was no economy there, so people just starved or tried to loot something only to get shot by a patrol. Compared to that, Panama was practically Paris. I wasn't any less grateful for my life back home though. These kids didn't have much a chance of finding riches in their lifetime. Most would probably finish school, get a salaried job and then work till they died, never getting to enjoy the boring solitude of retirement. The situation was further compounded by the irony of looming sky scrapers to the east, their glass fronts rivaling New York or Tokyo's skyline. The lucky ones who'd been born into wealthy families and got to go to school now reaped the rewards of their parent's hard work while doing their best to turn a blind eye to the needs of the poor. I guess that's why we were here; to help pick up the slack and maybe show these poor kids that at least one person outside their family gives a damn about them.I pushed my thoughts aside as I felt the bus come to a stop as Eric parked us in a large vacant lot near the market. Officially, we were taking several kids from the school who were also members of St. Luke's on a grocery shopping spree paid for by cash donations. This wasn't entirely false, since a lot of the money actually came from Baker's expense account. Naturally, their parents wanted to come along since they weren't about to trust their kids to a bunch of American teenagers. I waited inside as everyone piled out and flooded the market with their excited cries as Eric tried to tell them they were still on a budget. Katie waited with me, eyeing me curiously as I put on my Bluetooth headset and sunglasses and dialed Baker."Good to see you're on time Mr. Blackmon," he said immediately after picking up. "Where are you now?""Still on the bus, where do I go from here?" I asked. Baker could tell where I was thanks to the GPS in my phone being linked to his laptop."Well then get a move on, Caldwell and Noriega will be there soon," he said urgently as Katie followed me off the bus.I muted my headset to tell Katie to go off and help Eric as Baker gave me turn by turn directions on where to go. It took a few minutes, but I eventually came to the Arroyo Cantina. It was a nice looking place, although it didn't quite fit in with the poverty stricken market and run down houses with red clay tile roofs that were missing an occasional shingle. I sat down on a bench next to a bus stop and pretended to play with my phone as Baker talked me through what was going to happen. It didn't take long before a large, black SUV pulled up and a middle-aged fennec fox stepped out along with a pair of large ocelots wearing Izod polo shirts and aviator sunglasses. They didn't bother hiding the fact that they were armed, since they both wore hip holsters. A third guard, this one a coyote, stepped out with an AK-74 slung across his back like it was nothing."Noriega's here," I whispered."Don't stare at him, his guards are looking out for people like you, remember?" Baker growled in my ear.I looked at the ground while continuing to toy with my phone, only glancing up from time to time to look at them. Hopefully they thought I was just some ignorant gringo waiting for a bus. The only thing was that if a bus came and I was still there would they get suspicious or just assume I was waiting for someone? Hopefully the rush hour traffic around here would be good for something and keep them at bay long enough for me to get what I needed.A couple minutes later an old Ford Crown Victoria pulled up and illegally parked in front of a hydrant. Four guys got out, one a lion, two wolves, and one a red fox. Clearly they were American, furs like that are rare around these parts."Okay, Caldwell is here too. Looks like he and Noriega both brought three guards each," I reported."Then turn on your laser mic and let's hear what they have to say," Baker ordered.I flipped on the mic in my sunglasses and looked at a window on the shop near where Caldwell and Noriega were sitting. They had both chosen to sit in a booth by the window, which worked in my favor since their section was relatively quiet compared to the rest of the cantina."Let's make this quick, we don't have much time left," said a voice that I assumed was Caldwell's due to the accent."Si, my men are ready to move at a moment's notice. We have squads ready to hit the police precincts here, here, and here," Noriega replied while probably pointing at a map. "The TV station is already under our control, we'll be able to hijack the airwaves in as little as fifteen minutes.""Baker are you getting this?" I asked."Yeah, this doesn't sound good," he replied.Caldwell spoke again. "Excellent. My men just finished moving our Hellfire canisters into our Guatemalan outpost. We can get them into Mexico and back into the States in about a week. Hopefully that won't be too long for you.""Don't worry," Noriega said reassuringly, "My men will have the hostages locked down tight. The Americans won't attempt a rescue if they think we'll be able to kill them before they arrive.""What if they decide to just let us kill them so they can retaliate at will?""No chance, the Americans won't let innocent children die on live TV," Noriega said with smug confidence."Baker, what are they talking about? Hostages, this sounds bad," I said into my Bluetooth."Shut up and keep listening," he snapped. "We'll figure it out when they're done."Noriega pulled out a phone and started dialing someone. I couldn't understand him, as he spoke in Spanish, but I recognized a few references to the jungle and the Panama Canal. Likely he was calling a lieutenant stationed outside the city. I tried to focus, but my mind started to race as I realized that today could be the very day that things go down. Taking over a TV station would likely alert the police, and that meant the next step of their plan would follow. They mentioned taking children as hostages, which wasn't too difficult considering the number of schools there were to choose from in this city. However, an icy steel arrow of pure fear jabbed me in the heart as I heard Noriega make another call."Hola, Raul? Si, ha llegado el momento, a su familia y llevarlos a la cantina." He paused and said something to Caldwell. "He says we're being watched. Something about an American spy.""What? Lewis, go look outside and see if you spot anyone," Caldwell replied.Oh shit. Quickly I got up and moved behind an empty street vendor's cart that had once been loaded with cheap tie-dye t-shirts. Sure enough one of the wolves came out the front of the cantina and looked around suspiciously. I ducked down, hoping no one else around me would look at the crazy gringo hiding behind the cart. After a few seconds I peeked back up to see the wolf heading back inside. I resumed my position at the bus stop, hoping I hadn't missed anything."...saw no one out there, sir," I heard as I came in the middle of the wolf's report."Good, good. Noriega, I think our friend here was mistaken," Caldwell said calmly.A fourth voice piped up, this one in Spanish. He sounded flustered, and the next thing I saw was a jaguar looking straight out the window at me with both Caldwell and Noriega joining him at his side. I froze as the trio looked at me, my glasses doing nothing to hide the fact I was watching them back. The jaguar looked familiar, and at that moment I realized he had been on the bus with me earlier! Baker hadn't considered the possibility of one of Noriega's supporters going to the same church we were operating out of, and to be fair neither had I. It's always that one crucial detail that gets people killed, and in this case it would probably be me. Thanks a lot Baker, you asshole."Sonuva bitch!" Caldwell yelled. "Lewis you idiot, get out there and finish him off!"Time to leave! I jumped up and took off running down the street, turning to look over my shoulder in time to see all six bodyguards bursting out the door and giving chase. Two armed with AK-74s wasted no time firing at me, both furs dumping a pair of clips into the crowded street with reckless abandon. Chaos erupted like a volcano, people screaming in panic, others collapsing in the street as they caught a stray bullet. A nearby police officer looked on in shock as he radioed for backup while hiding behind his cruiser."Blackmon!" Baker shouted in my ear, "What the hell did you do?""I got compromised, that's what!""You fucking chump, how?""One of the parents from the school bus is on Noriega's payroll, he recognized me from the ride and saw me spying on them," I answered while panting for breath behind a car. "We gotta get our people out of here pronto!""I'll call Eric, you just focus on not getting shot," Baker ordered before hanging up.I felt a rush of heat as a bullet passed by my cheek, followed by the guttural cry of the unlucky fox that got struck by it. The whole market was a mess, a screaming, swirling cacophony of panicked furs. Colors seemed to blend together as brightly colored storefronts and tropical shirts from tourists rushed by as I sprinted down the street. Ducking into an alleyway to catch my breath, I drew my M1911 and peered out as dozens of people continued to flee past me. The police had arrived, along with rebel reinforcements. The rebels seemed to crawl out from every alley, every door or unmarked garage, sort of like roaches in a Hoboken basement 'cept with guns.Taking off again, I nearly barreled into a cop who gave me a funny look as he noticed I was packing heat. However, his attention quickly shifted to a pair of ocelots wearing red scarves around their faces and carrying AKM rifles. I didn't stay to see what happened, I knew the cops in this area were badly outnumbered and that if I didn't get out fast I wouldn't be the only American going home in a box. I tried to remember where Eric parked the bus, but that problem sorted itself out when it suddenly appeared around the bend and nearly hit me."Kyle, get in! NOW!" Eric screamed over the chattering gunfire that lit the streets.I stumbled into the bus, tripping over the stairs and landing in a heap in the center aisle. Katie was by my side in a second, giving me a hand to stand up when the driver swerved the bus to the right down an alley and everyone was thrown to the left. I finally managed to get to my knees, with Katie and Eric both looking at me urgently as the rest of the passengers, mostly Panamanians and their kids from the church, looked on in fearful awe."Who the heck are these guys?" Eric asked as I felt my ear and noticed I was missing my Bluetooth."Noriega's men, they were in position to attack the whole time," I replied while looking for my phone. Damn, I'd lost it while trying to get in the bus."What?! I thought Baker said the coup wouldn't happen for a few more days?""That's what he assumed, but obviously his intel was off. Look, we need to get these people to the Embassy now. Where's the rest of our guys?""Just around the bend, I had everyone get back to the van when I heard the first shots fired before coming to look for you," Eric said.Sure enough he was right, as we turned out of the alley back onto the main road to find the white Ford van parked on the side, engine idling at the ready. The bus driver honked twice as we passed, and the van quickly began to follow us as we sped to the embassy."How far is it?" Eric asked."About seven miles, I think. Shouldn't take long to get there," replied.I walked to the back of the bus, steadying myself on the rows of benches as we hit the occasional curve of bump. Katie followed me and grabbed my arm, distracting me from the blur of red clay roofed buildings passing in the windows."This is what I was afraid of," she growled at me under her breath."Katie, this was going to happen regardless of what we did," I countered, "But God put us here for a reason, so let's just stay calm, keep sharp and try to get everyone out safely, okay? You can yell at me when this is over."She nodded and let out a sigh as we both watched out the back window. Despite it being rush hour we were making good time. In fact, the road behind us was eerily empty, and there were very few cars ahead of us. I turned to look back behind us, and that's when disaster struck. We just started to roll through an intersection, when a large red pickup revved into gear and t-boned the van behind us, crippling it and causing it to spin out in the middle of the street."Oh god!" Katie yelled in pure, unadulterated terror as another truck pulled up and dropped off a squad of rebels.I stared in disbelief as I watched them rip the van open and begin tearing our people out. Everyone in the bus had heard the crash, and Eric was with us in an instant."No! God please no, NO!" he screamed while nearly ripping his fur out.A split second later they disappeared from view as we rounded a curve and got onto the highway leading to the airport. Eric started to yell for the driver to stop and go back, but I shouted him down and ordered the driver to press on for the Embassy."We can't just leave them back there!" Eric yelled in anger."There's nothing we can do for them Eric, they're surrounded by at least a dozen rebels," I protested. "The rebels won't hurt them; they just want them as hostages to keep the U.S. from intervening in the coup.""Yeah, well what if the army decides not to negotiate with them?"I bit my lip. Eric wasn't dumb, that was for sure. He knew America had a policy of not negotiating with terrorists, and Noriega's rebels fell under that category pretty well. It'd take about twenty-four hours for the main U.S. assault force to mobilize, get airborne and deploy in Panama. By then, the rebels would see that the U.S. wasn't backing down and would probably start triaging a few hostages off every hour to show they mean business. I guess Eric knew that those kids were as good as dead, and a part of me felt like I was the one who put the guns to their heads. CRACK CRACK CRACK SMASH!!!Suddenly the back windows shattered in a spray of shards and splinters. I pushed Eric and Katie to the floor as I saw a pair of pickups coming up behind us, both filled with rebels in red scarves brandishing AKs. A tiger in the back of one stood up and beat his chest while looking right at me and jeering gleefully. He wasn't too happy when I laid a pair of .45 slugs in his chest.BLAM BLAM! "Everyone get down!" I yelled only for most of the bus's inhabitants to just stare at me while holding their ears in pain. Right, they only speak Spanish. "Katie, tell them to get down!"Katie understood what needed to be done and yelled in Español for them to hit the deck. This time they understood, the parents putting their kids under the benches while they lay in the center aisle or crouched wherever they could, so long as they didn't stick out from the windows. I focused my attention on the two trucks, both of whom had slowed down after my first volley. I only had one spare clip though, and I knew I'd need more than that to stop both trucks."Eric, where's my bag?" I yelled while shooting off the rest of my magazine into the windshield of the closest truck.Eric didn't reply, his mind finally grasping just how close to death he was. Without a word he grabbed my backpack off a nearby bench and hurled it next to me. I had just finished reloading when one truck's passengers decided to start shooting at me. Hot lead whizzed past me for the second time that day (and for the billionth time that year), the armor piercing rounds easily cutting through the thin aluminum walls of the bus. Dust and seat stuffing filled the air as several benches were ripped apart, the rounds miraculously missing the people cowering between the seats. Even in Spanish, I could understand the distraught cries of several people saying a Hail Marry or two. If I'd remembered the words, I'd probably have said one myself.I paused to take a breath, and also make sure I wasn't shot. Not feeling any severe pain or wet spots on my fur, I opened my bag to retrieve another little present from Baker. Matte black, three pounds heavy and only eighteen inches long sat my Magpul PDR-C. Chambered in 5.56x45 NATO, this little puppy was barely the size of my forearm, and yet it packed the firepower of an M-16A4. Baker had also been kind enough to attach a quick acquisition set of iron sights, complete with tritium reticules for use in low light situations. And of course he'd stacked with half a dozen thirty round STANAG magazines loaded with 63 grain FMJ bullets."Three, two, one, SUPRESSING!" I yelled on pure instinct as I popped up and began firing in single shot mode at the nearest truck.I traced a series of white, dot-like holes into the closest truck's windshield. He was only three car lengths behind us, making the driver an easy target. Seven rounds right above the steering wheel and the next thing I knew the truck swerved across the street and slammed into oncoming traffic, which had the side effect of catapulting the six rebels riding in the bed thirty feet into the air and to a gritty demise on the pavement. Being me, I couldn't help but cut loose with a..."FUCK YEAH! Did you effing see that?!" I cackled. What can I say? I'm a sadistic asshole even when getting shot at.A few stray rounds quickly brought me back to reality as the second truck approached us from behind, its passengers cutting loose with AKs and an RPD. I hit the floor as bullets shredded the back of the bus, causing the rear emergency door to actually fall off and the front windshield to shatter in several places. The driver wisely swerved the bus left and right, trying to make it as hard as possible for the rebels to accurately aim at us. Another "crack" echoed past my ear as a round nearly connected with my head as I peeked out the hole where the door used to be. Switching my PDR into full auto mode, I emptied my mag into the truck's engine block. Smoke began to poor up from the hood, but the truck kept on coming at us. I promptly reloaded, gritting my teeth while trying to ignore another salvo of bullets coming at me. The truck began to close the distance despite the damage I'd done, but it also made itself an easier target. I'm just glad the idiots shooting at me didn't realize they needed to aim lower.WHHHIIIIIZ-THUCK!I blinked as a round grazed my shoulder, only to hit something with a sickening sound behind me. Damn, I thought, someone just got shot back there. Focusing on the task at hand, I took aim and fired at this truck's driver as well. The first burst missed, seeing as how this guy was smart enough to duck while his passenger guided him. Unfortunately for him, that meant driving in a predictable straight line that allowed me to aim for the front left tire. Another burst later and the tire blew open like a whale carcass on a hot beach day. I breathed a sigh of relief as the truck slowed to a halt far behind us, disappearing beyond the horizon as we left the city limits and past the airport for the embassy. Standing up, I began to look around to see if anyone was hurt, only to feel a sudden pang in my gut. I stumbled and fell to the floor, my vision blurred in pain as I felt a cold, wet tingle across my abdomen. Katie's voice was frantic, but I couldn't understand her words.Tears filled my eyes while my brain tried to get a grip on what had just happened. My mouth tasted coppery, and I felt cold all over despite the burning summer heat outside. Looking at Katie, I tried to make sense of what she was saying when I felt her paws grab my left arm and try to pull me up. The bus suddenly hit the brakes, knocking her down on top of me as we began to swerve to the right. The driver was making a sudden turn, and a sharp one at that. Unable to move, I rolled with the inertia...right out the back of the bus and onto the pavement.
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I shook my head as I realized I was now lying in the street. In my attempt to pull Kyle to safety I'd ended up getting dragged out with him as he rolled out. My paws were all scraped up from landing on asphalt while still going twenty miles per hour, and I probably had a cracked rib or two judging from the soreness in my chest. Kyle wasn't much better; he'd landed on his side and was covered in bruises. Fortunately, it looked like nothing was broken or torn off, although that gaping bullet hole in his stomach looked worse now. His shirt was soaked through with blood, and the fact that it was also dribbling out of his mouth sent my heart racing in panic as I realized just how hurt he was."Kyle, c'mon get up, we have to go!" I said urgently while getting up and trying to drag him to his feet."F-forget it sis," he groaned with slurred speech, "I-I'm just gonna go get...lay lie down, it's cold in here...f-fucking hell man, where's my shoes?"He was clearly delirious, and probably had a concussion from hitting the street. Biting my lip, I pressed my paw to his stomach and tried to remember my basic first aid lessons. Severe bleeding...direct pressure right? I wanted to throw up, both from fear and from the wet, gooey feeling of his shirt against my palms. His blood was still warm and stickier than maple syrup, which made it all the more gross as I desperately tried to keep anymore from coming out of him.All around me I heard the sounds of police sirens and rifle fire echoing through the streets. It was like something out of a movie, only the horrified screams of the city's inhabitants quickly diminished any feelings of awe one might have felt."K-Katie?"I looked down at him, his eyes meeting mine with curious pause. "Kyle, thank God! How you feeling? Can you move?""Not really, I think I broke my left shin when I landed," he groaned. "I dropped my gun too."Looking behind me, I saw it lying in the street several yards away. Wow, we'd rolled further than I thought."Katie, I don't think I'm gonna make it," he coughed."No, you're gonna be okay," I countered. "Just help me stop the bleeding and we'll get you to a doctor."He nodded and replaced my paw with his over his wound. I felt a little better, since it looked like our efforts were starting to work, especially since my paw was now covered in scabbing over blood. Subconsciously I rubbed my paws off on my shirt, only to then remember I was wearing a white shirt. Dang did I pick the wrong day to do that."Come on, let's get you out of the street," I groaned while trying to drag him over to the side walk.Kyle did his best to help push himself along, but I could tell he was getting weak from blood loss. The fact that he weighs about twice as much as me certainly wasn't helping things either. Finally, I got him onto the sidewalk and out of danger as dozens of cars fled past us in a mad dash for the countryside. I tried to flag someone down, a cop, a tourist, anyone who could give us a lift to a hospital. At last, a white SUV pulled over and rolled down the windows. I started to rush over to it when I saw one of the passengers wearing a bright red bandana across his muzzle. The light brown wolf stepped out of the car and pointed a pistol at me, yelling at me to get down...in English. I'd have further pondered the fact that he sounded American if I hadn't been utterly terrified right then and there.BLAM BLAM!I yelped in surprise as the wolf was thrown against the car whilst leaving a bloody mist where he stood. I looked over my shoulder to see Kyle still had his pistol, although he was clearly having trouble aiming it with only one paw. Back in the road, I could see his other gun, the bigger one, still lying in the middle lane. Without thinking I rushed for it as the other three rebels in the car hopped out and took cover. I heard two more shots from Kyle's gun and another rebel screamed. A sedan nearly hit me as I dashed through the first lane, causing me to trip and fall again. Bullets bounced off the pavement next to me as one rebel shoot at me, only for Kyle to shoot once more and force him back behind the car.RATATATATATAT!I ignored the sound of their guns as I scurried over the pavement, scooping up Kyle's gun and turning to run back when I saw that he was no longer sitting up, and a massive blood stain coated the wall he'd been leaning on."Kyle....no..."HOOOOONNNNNK!My head snapped to the right just in time to see a pair of blinding headlights when...THUD!
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U.S. Embassy to Panama "Damn it Blackmon, answer the phone!" Baker muttered to himself as he paced the embassy lobby.Just then a marine in full combat gear burst in, his face covered in dust and sweat. "Sir, we've got a school bus loaded with refugees coming in, plus a few of our guys. What should we do?""Get them inside you idiot," Baker retorted, "And is Blackmon on that bus?""Don't know sir, it was mostly Panamanian civilians and their kids. I counted two other American girls, and your friend Eric who wanted to see you.""What about the rest of the kids that were with him? There were at least fifteen American kids out there," Baker asked as he felt a growing sense of doom in the back of his mind.Just then a Dalmatian in a sweat stained dress shirt came rushing up behind Baker. "Sir! We've got a situation here.""Do you think I don't know that? Just look out the friggin' window, the whole city looks like Fallujah in '04!""No sir, this is even worse," the Dalmatian replied. "Come look at the TV."Baker followed the dog to the lounge on the first floor where several other embassy employees were huddled around the flat screen watching a local news channel. Baker's eyes near left prints on his glasses as he saw a dozen high school age kids lined up on the floor, blindfolded and handcuffed to one another. Behind them stood two coyotes wearing red balaclavas and armed with shotguns, Ithaca 37s by the look of it. The camera paneled over to a fennec fox wearing a red beret, smugly grinning as began to speak in heavily accented English."Attention leaders of the imperialist states of America. We have captured twelve of your spoiled brats as they attempted to spread your propagandized greed and tyranny to our humble nation. As you are no doubt aware, my men are bringing great change to my country right this second, something you will no doubt feel the need to meddle in. I give you this warning; should any American soldiers leave your embassy's grounds, or enter the country via airdrop, ground invasion, or amphibious landing, I'll know. And I will personally execute one of your precious children every hour they remain in my country.Furthermore, if you try to kill me, or any of my lieutenants, I will not give my daily stand down order to sleeper agents hidden in your country. These agents possess a new strain of your vaunted Hellfire virus, something your pathetic vaccine can't hope to stop. Within twenty-four hours you'll lose five of your most precious centers of capitalist decadence to a horde of mindless bloodthirsty savages. The choice is yours; know your place and stay out of my way, or watch your country burn around you."The camera cut off and left the TV showing nothing but static. Everyone in the room began murmuring amongst themselves, wondering just what they were going to do. All Baker could think of was how to kill himself in his office.
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Meanwhile...back...wherever they got shot. I forget, Arctic stopped paying the original narrator overtime and the bastard formed a one man union and is out in the parking lot picketing like a douche monger and so I'm having to get caught up on this whole series in like two days, so bear with me. Cue the music! Hopefully this conveys a dark, tragic tone for the scene.
Gawdammit!Despite being dead I felt surprisingly happy and stress free. Maybe it was because I knew I'd never have to wait in line at the DMV to get my license renewed again, who knows? By this point in my life, I'd come to expect the unexpected and learned to just roll with the punches. This was...what, the fourth time I'd been shot and killed. Most people only have to deal with the one, which begs the question am I lucky or cursed out the ass? However, after a couple of minutes of just hovering over my corpse I began to recall the words of my guardian angel from the last time I got shot.You beat death, so you and Katie get to live to be eighty something before you finally kick the bucket...or something like that. Tomas is busy keeping some meth head from getting cavity searched by his dealer.Man, I need to work on my paraphrasing. But yeah, I was pretty ticked as I recalled that I wasn't supposed to be dead yet. That's like having your car battery die on you six weeks after you buy it from Auto Zone."Hey God, you hear me? Tell that idiot Tomas he sucks at math! I'm not eighty yet, I'm twenty friggin' years old! I mean that's probably eighty in chinchilla years, but c'mon!""Kyle hush already, it's bad enough we're dead," Katie groaned to me as her soul climbed out of her corpse."Wait, you're dead too?" I asked and then noticed she'd eaten a fender sandwich. "Ooooooooh.""Yeah, ooooh. Dang, after all that money daddy spent on my braces too," she quipped."You're surprisingly upbeat for a dead person," I added.She shrugged and looked over at me, "Eh, I figure once we're in heaven I'll have plenty of time to make you wish you were in the other place for proving me right about how we should have stopped.""Yeah...and now that I think about it, it's gonna be really awkward when God calls us out on that," I said uneasily while scratching the back of my neck. "At least all our relatives are still alive and won't be around to hear about it!""Oh gee, that makes this so much better," she replied with emphasized sarcasm.Oh hold on! I found the right music! Just pretend that scene didn't happen...or that it happened with more fitting music...
Before Katie and I could argue further, I noticed how the sky had now clouded over, and a familiar stretch of fog began to roll in over the street. Katie and I looked around anxiously, knowing full well just who was around the bend."Alright, same plan as last time?" I asked while looking for something to use as a weapon."Same plan? We don't even have a rock to throw at him!""Not sayin' we won't need to improvise a little," I muttered as I laid eyes on a familiar shape creeping out of the mist.Death was right on time, dark cloak and all, minus his usual scythe. "Hello Kyle, long time since I'd heard from you.""What can I say, I'm accident prone," I joked."Yes, you always were a bit of a clutz. I was surprised you made it this far, especially after your little screw up in Arizona," Death quipped.I felt a shiver go up my spine at that. I wanted to say something clever, but my wit had left me."What's the matter? Aren't you excited you'll get to go meet your old squad again?" Death asked with snide arrogance."You really want to play this game again? You remember what happened the last time Katie and I faced you," I fired back.Death paused, as if this memory made him uneasy. "You...and Katie?""Oh don't tell me you forgot how I chopped your frickin' arm off and beat the tar out of your bony butt in the underworld.""What are you...you never did that to me you idiot," Death retorted. "I think I'd remember getting my ass kicked by a jerkoff like you.""Well you don't, bonehead!""Oh bravo, you remember your insults from kindergarten," Death replied with a peeved groan.Katie then tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Kyle, I don't think this is the same Death as before.""What are you talking about, of course it's him!" I said back at normal volume."Him?" Death asked. "Ha! Hardly. I may be the spiritual embodiment of the transitory path between this world and the next, but that doesn't mean I forgot who I was.""Wow, if I'd known you were a chick I'd have probably felt worse about hitting you earlier," I replied while also noticing that she did indeed have a different voice. It was still gravelly, but it was also more feminine and higher pitched."How many times do I have to tell you, you never hit me, not even when we were kidding around," Death answered indignantly."Kidding around? What the hell are you talking about?" I inquired as the metaphorical gears started to turn in my head. "You talk as if you know me, yet you don't remember our last encounter.""Oh no, I remember that too. That's how I got this job in the first place," Death replied coolly.I blinked, short of breath and in disbelief. "You're not the same death as before.""Finally, you see that," Death sighed with a rather feminine tone."Which means my pact with him is gone too, isn't it?""Right again," she said menacingly. "You know, I'm not surprised you managed to beat him. He had a bit of an overconfidence problem. What does surprise me is how you managed to avoid filling his shoes.""I was a tad lucky, I guess.""You've always been lucky, Kyle. I guess that's why you got to have a mate and I died alone," Death replied solemnly. "I wonder, would Katie here even still want to be with you after what happened in Arizona?""I already told her about that," I growled. "Now quit bringing it up and try to kill me already!""Aww, I'm sorry? Is it painful to be reminded how you got your friends killed on a treasure hunt all because you didn't have the balls to tell a certain girl you didn't love her back?""How do you know all this," Katie asked her, "You're not some omnipresent being like God, you can't see our whole lives, how do you know this?""Oh please, don't tell me you haven't figured it out by now," she said while lifting her skeletal hands up to pull her hood back.I expected to see a fleshless skull with fire burning from its eye sockets, but instead I saw the familiar red panda face of..."Elsie?!?! You're alive! Or..."My gaffe was promptly met with raucous laughter on her part. "Oh sorry, sorry, but that was by far one of the stupidest things you've said to me. The only thing that tops that was your plan to start an internet porn business with your future wife."Katie looked at me with a quizzical scowl. "I'm sorry, I think I missed something, what plan was this?""Trust me, you'll get a kick out of it. Especially the part how he'd bribe you with a tour of a pickle cannery or something, I mean why in the heck would that work?" Elsie chuckled.I just blushed as Katie facepalmed. "So what happens now?""Well," she said while summoning her scythe from thin air, "It is kinda my job to send you guys on your way...""But you don't want to have to fight us?""What? Hell no, I'd dropkick your skinny butt in a heartbeat after what you did to me," she quipped. "Don't mistake my positivity for forgiveness on your part. You're the whole reason I'm cursed as it is.""Don't remind me," I groaned."Oh but I intend to," she said. "See, I've kinda been stalking you in my spare time when I'm not busy collecting souls, and I've seen how you at least feel remorseful for what happened to me.""You...saw...how?""I could explain the science behind it all, but to save time let's just say that I can be anywhere, at any time I want so long as someone has died close by. That little time you were in the Phoenix airport breaking up with Katie was also the scene of an old guy stroking out in the men's room. I saw you were close by and decided to listen in on your conversation with dear Katie here.""God, and I thought the NSA with the Patriot Act was bad," I muttered. "So what, you're gonna give me a second chance...or fourth?""No.""Then what?"She smiled deviously and looked at Katie for a second. "I'm going to offer you the chance to restore both your and Katie's lives back to the way they were. But like all things, there's a catch involved, and it's a pretty serious one.""How serious?" I asked warily."That's the fun part, I can't tell you unless you accept it.""Can't? Or won't.""Won't, technically," she grinned. "I'll tell you this though, it has three parts, each more difficult to bear than the last, and once you agree to it there's no backing out. You fail to keep up your end of the deal and I'll never show my face to you again.""And that's bad because...""You'll be trapped between worlds in limbo, stupid," she said with an exasperated huff. "I thought we went over that already.""Riiiight."I looked over at Katie. She'd been pretty quiet this whole time, mainly just watching and listening to the whole surreal scene as it unfolded before her. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her either, how the two women I'd both let down in life were now dead and standing before each other. I'm not even sure that counts as irony, but it sure had that indescribable feel of implausibility to it."So sis, what should we do?" I asked."What do you think I want to do?" she countered.I took a deep breath and replied, "Well, considering that our parents would miss us and a bunch of your friends got kidnapped by communist rebels, not to mention our promise to fight together to the end, I'm guessing you want to go through with it?"Katie smiled and nodded."Alright then, I'm with yah sis. So Elsie, what's the catch?"She just smirked and motioned for us to follow her into a swirling cloud of fog. "You'll see." | FSE |
Title: Bella Ch. 02
Tags: assassination, suspense, thriller, lesbian, younger woman, older man, hired killer, assassin, female assassin
The short fat man swirled the brandy and then raised the glass and inhaled the heady fumes. He smiled when he considered that it cost the equivalent of a day's wages for many of the people living in his country. Life was good.
Before he walked towards the balcony doors to open the drapes he turned off the room lights. Even though he was in the penthouse of a fifteen storey building it was best not to take any chances.
The drapes slid back and he opened the doors to step out into the warm night air. As he surveyed the scene below he drew on the Havana cigar and let the smoke drift slowly from his lips. He looked down to the city where advertising banners flashed in chaotic disorder and listened to the hum of activity that arose from below.
His eyes swept to the right to take in the panoramic view and he stiffened in shock when he saw the dark figure standing inside the balcony rail. He tried to grasp the impossible situation; how in God's name? Then he saw the rope dangling from the roof.
The figure appeared to be totally enclosed in a tight black garment and it stood motionless with arms hanging loosely.
His heart thudded in the menacing silence and he began to shuffle backwards into the room. Could he get to his desk and the pistol in the second drawer? The black figure ominously followed him.
In the semi-darkness of the room he continued his slow progress until he felt the desk against the back of his thighs. Carefully he negotiated his way around the desk and then lowered himself into the leather chair. His hands were shaking as he placed his glass on the surface and the cigar in the ashtray.
Fear made him breathless but he tried to keep his voice steady and authoritative as he demanded, "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?"
The black figure remained silent.
He forced himself to appear relaxed as his hand crept towards the handle of the second drawer. His fingers were trembling as he gripped it and silently slid the drawer open.
With an effort he spoke again and tried to sound indignant when he said, "I asked who you are, what do you want?"
His hand was in the drawer and closing around the butt of the pistol. He felt for the safety catch with his thumb and eased it off.
He now had the pistol firmly grasped and prepared to lift it. He was no expert with a gun but surely he could not miss someone standing less than three metres away?
As he snatched the pistol from the drawer he felt the impact in his chest and the weapon tumbled from his fingers.
He looked up and one of the dark figure's arms was pointing directly towards him. He looked down and stared blankly at the steel handle protruding from the centre of his chest.
At first he felt nothing but then a paroxysm of agony convulsed his body. He tried to stand but his legs were lifeless. He retched and tasted blood.
His body jerked and twisted with excruciating pain but slowly a deadening seeped through his limbs. As he slumped back in the chair he felt himself drifting into a stupor. His last vision before his heart stopped beating was the motionless black figure watching him die.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Martin sipped his coffee and sneaked a glance to his right. The girl sitting alone was stirring her cup as she watched the traffic go by. There were two tables between them but he had a clear view of her.
The early evening was hot and sticky and he dabbed his forehead with a paper napkin. It was approaching dusk and the street was packed with vehicles and pedestrians and all of them contributed to the cacophony of horns, bicycle bells and shouting voices.
Peddled carts carrying tourists weaved through lines of delivery vans and hand pushed barrows. Pedestrians seemingly oblivious to the moving vehicles continually stepped into the road only to receive screams of abuse from frustrated drivers. It was a scene that repeated itself throughout the day and one with which he was familiar.
After closing his office he occasionally walked to the open café and relaxed with a coffee or an alcoholic drink before returning to his apartment. It was not a regular routine and one that depended upon his mood after the rigours of the day. That was until three evenings ago when he first saw the girl.
On her first visit to the café she sauntered past and sat down at one of the outside tables. A male waiter was instantly at her side and she spoke in the local language. She received her order faster than he was usually served.
He glanced in her direction again and thrilled at her athletic poise. She was quite tall and lounged with her shapely bare legs stretched casually for all to see. Her short dark hair was cheekily tousled and gave her an elfin charm.
He desperately wanted to see her eyes but her gaze was always directly ahead and he had seen only her profile. He made up his mind that if she looked in his direction he would smile in the hope of promoting a conversation, but she never did. He resigned himself to accepting that beautiful young girls were not interested in middle-aged men.
Since becoming a widower he had not attempted another relationship and although he knew he was attractive to women, the trials of courtship had no appeal.
She stood up to leave and tossed some money down without waiting for the check. As she walked away he had an impulse to follow her. He had nothing better to do so why not?
The sidewalk was crowded as she strolled past the many gift shops and restaurants and he stayed several paces behind her. He felt foolish but convinced himself that he was curious only to learn her final destination.
Suddenly she turned into a side street and he stopped when he reached it and peered cautiously around the corner in the direction she had taken. The street contained yet another small market that would remain active until late into the night. She was examining jewellery at one of the stalls and he waited until she continued her stroll before he followed.
The street was a cul-de-sac with an alleyway leading off at the end and he was surprised to see her disappear into it. When he reached the opening he peered into the darkness but she had vanished. He hesitated for a few seconds but curiosity got the better of him. He walked to the end of the dark alley and found himself at the back of the main street buildings. There was no one in sight and all he could see were piles of sacks and cartons awaiting removal.
He knew he should turn back but having got this far he was determined to discover which building she had entered so he decided to walk just a few more paces.
He had passed only three of the rear entrances when a hand grasped his forehead from behind and a knee pressed into the lower part of his back. His legs folded and he saw the glint of a knife.
As the blade was put to his throat his immediate reaction was shock followed by anger that he had been so stupid to follow her. Now he was going to get robbed and probably murdered.
With his head pulled back and pressure still into his back he was unable to move, so he waited fearfully to learn his fate.
Then he became aware of a face close to his ear and a female voice whispered softly, "Why are you following me?"
He mind reeled in surprise followed by relief that perhaps he was not going to be murdered after all. He found it difficult to speak with his head in such a strained position but managed to gasp, "Was I following you?"
"Yes you were. Did you intend to force me to the ground and then rape me?"
It was a struggle to answer but he replied indignantly, "Of course not, I had absolutely no intention of raping you. The thought never entered my head."
Suddenly the hand released his forehead and the knee left his back. Without any apparent effort he was turned and thrust backwards into a pile of plastic sacks. She moved quickly to straddle his lap but the knife stayed at his throat.
As he looked into her face it was too dark to see her eyes and he felt mildly frustrated.
She moved her face closer to his and said, "Why didn't you intend to rape me, don't you think I'm attractive enough?"
Was she laughing at him? Only her eyes would have told him. He replied, "Young lady if I were in the rape business, you would be at the top of my list. But I am not so will you please remove the knife."
"I haven't decided yet if I'm going to slit your throat."
He concluded that he was going to live after all and said, "Please don't do that, this is the first time that I've worn this suit."
Slowly she removed the blade and then her mouth travelled a few centimetres and closed over his.
She was kissing him and the shock of it was so startling he was unable to respond. Her lips were warm and he breathed in the delicious scent of her.
When she drew back he whispered, "Why did you do that?"
"I felt like doing it."
Suddenly she stood erect and grasped his lapels and he was hauled to his feet effortlessly.
She said calmly, "Come along Mister Poulter let's go and eat. I'll dust you off when we get into the light."
He stiffened with shock and gasped, "How do you know my name? Who are you?"
She linked her arm in his and answered, "We can chat over a meal. My name is Bella."
As they walked back into the busy main street Martin's mind churned in confusion. A girl he had seen for the first time only three evenings ago knew his name, had held a knife to his throat and then kissed him.
They walked only a short distance before she turned into a restaurant. It was early and just a few tables were occupied. A smiling man hurried forward and Martin guessed he was the owner when Bella embraced him. They spoke briefly before the man ushered them to a discreet booth.
In the light of the small table lamp Martin at last looked into Bella's eyes. They were large and dark but the colour was mysterious. Were they black or dark blue or purple?
Bella ordered without consulting him and while they were waiting he mustered some composure. As calmly as he was able he asked, "Now then Bella, how do you know my name?"
"I checked you out."
"Why?"
"Because you've been ogling me and you're an attractive man. Also you know somebody in whom I have an interest."
Martin felt a glow of pleasure that she had complimented his looks and his confidence began to grow. "I didn't realise you were aware that I was peeking at you. You didn't once glance in my direction."
"I have eyes at the side of my head."
He smiled as he asked, "So what is your line of business?"
"I kill people."
He laughed. "That doesn't surprise me, you nearly did for me back there when you put that knife to my throat."
He frowned. "Just a minute, what's a beautiful young girl doing carrying a knife anyway?"
"Protection, and it's also useful for peeling things."
The food arrived and he decided to abandon the subject of the knife. "You speak the language so it is obvious that this is not your first visit to this country. Is your purpose here business, pleasure or other?"
"Other."
"And who is this person that we mutually know?"
"Prasong Bidaya."
His eyes widened in surprise and he felt immediately uncomfortable. He was silent for a few seconds before he asked quietly, "Why do you have an interest in that gentleman?"
"That's rather difficult to explain. Don't worry, I know all about his activities. What is your opinion of Mister Bidaya?"
Martin leaned back and said, "It would be unethical for me to discuss a client but off the record he is not a nice person and has a nefarious history. A few days ago his partner was found murdered in mysterious circumstances and the police are baffled."
"Yes I heard about that. Are you aware of the nature of Mister Bidaya's business?"
Martin's lips tightened and he hesitated before replying, "I'm ashamed to say that I am and I try not to think about it. He buys and sells children and gets away with it because the police turn a blind eye. One can only assume that they are well paid for doing so."
He looked closely at Bella to see if he was receiving condemnation but her gaze was steady.
He continued, "I sell him insurance and I was already involved to quite an extent before I learned how he makes his money. It is now difficult for me to become disassociated."
"I understand perfectly." She leaned forward and said quietly, "I want to meet him. Would you consider employing me as a company representative? You know, attractive English girl visits clients to promote good relationships. Maybe even get some business, that sort of thing."
Martin felt uneasy when he asked, "Why do you want to meet him?
Bella replied, "I can't answer that question just yet, but I will tell you eventually. May I call you Martin?"
"Of course."
They had finished their light meal and Bella asked, "How about a relaxing massage Martin?"
He raised his eyebrows and ventured, "If you're suggesting that I should be seen entering a massage parlour, I'm afraid that is out of the question. I'm a respectable local business man and it would tarnish my reputation."
She smiled and reached across the table to take his hand. "Don't be a fuddy-duddy, come along with me."
She arose and gently pulled him from his seat. He wanted to resist but both curiosity and her captivating charm were too much for him. She slipped her arm around his waist and he allowed himself to be led to the rear of the restaurant where they passed through beaded curtains.
Immediately on the other side he found himself looking up a narrow rickety staircase. She took his hand again and began to climb the stairs in front of him but he pulled back.
"Bella I don't think this is a good idea. I'm not used to this kind of thing and I'm nervous."
She held his hand firmly and said, "Trust me; no one will ever know and I promise you will enjoy yourself. This is not a sleazy joint."
He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but remember I'm relying on you to keep me respectable."
At the top of the stairs they passed into a small room that contained just a couch. Martin had time only to breathe in the lingering perfume before two scantily clad young girls entered through another door. They were exceptionally pretty and he felt embarrassed that he was probably older than their fathers.
Although Martin had never taken advantage of its availability, professional sex was an accepted part of the national culture. He had always been attracted to oriental females and his wife had been the reason that he was now permanently established in the country of her birth.
One smiling girl approached each of them and they were led into a shower room. Both girls were wearing simple tunics and peeled them off to reveal that they were naked underneath.
Martin's girl had small but firm breasts and her pubic hair had been shaven. She immediately began to remove his clothes and folded them neatly. Having committed himself to that point, he allowed her to undress him completely.
When she had removed all of his clothing she stepped back and nodded in admiration. He kept himself fit and knew he was in good shape for his age. He also knew that he had a large penis so he was not ashamed to be naked.
He looked across to Bella who was also naked and thrilled at the sight of her. She had full breasts and an athletic body but she moved with the grace of a lioness.
The shower was comfortably big enough for four people and the girls stepped in first and carefully tested the water from the hoses. When they were satisfied they smiled and beckoned.
Martin allowed his girl to take control and she soaped his back. At first she used just her hands but then she pressed her body against him with a sliding motion that was deliciously sensual. When she turned him towards her and began to soap his front she continued to writhe her body against his and there was nothing he could do to stop his penis from stiffening.
It was obviously what she had been trying to achieve because she giggled and slipped her hand around it. For a few seconds she looked directly into his eyes while she slid her hand slowly back and forth.
Suddenly she lifted her right leg and wrapped it behind him. She raised herself on tiptoe and rubbed the tip of his hard penis against her soft vagina. Martin closed his eyes and gasped with the sensation.
He wanted to hug her close and insert himself fully but she giggled with amusement and pulled away. Clearly she had just been teasing him.
He looked towards Bella who was standing with her legs apart and her hands on the girl's shoulders. Her eyes were closed and the girl had one thigh lifted and was rubbing it sensually under Bella's crotch.
Martin wondered if he was dreaming. Less than an hour ago he had been enjoying a coffee at the end of a normal day and now he was involved in erotic foreplay with three sexy females.
The girl finished rinsing him and led him out of the shower to towel him dry. She took him into another room that contained two massage tables and gestured for him to lie on one. A few seconds later Bella arrived with her girl and climbed onto the other table.
He lay face down as she dripped oil onto his back. After she had spread the oil she climbed onto the bench and stretched herself on top of him. Slowly she began to massage him with her entire body. Her tiny nipples were hard and he could feel them tracing patterns on his back.
After a few minutes of massage she prised his legs apart and straddling the back of each in turn began to slide her wet slit back and forth along it.
His erection was solid and when she turned him over there was no point in hiding it. He looked sideways and saw that Bella was getting similar massage to the backs of her thighs.
His girl was now rubbing her soft crevice along the front of his thighs, but suddenly she moved higher and grasped his penis. With a fleeting movement she dipped the end of it quickly in and out of her and then returned to sliding her slippery vagina backwards and forwards.
It had been a long time since his penis had been inside a female and even though she had inserted it only a centimetre or two he desperately wanted her to do it again.
For a few more seconds she continued to massage him with her pussy and then lifted herself to insert his penis again but this time a little deeper. The girl was an expert and with each insertion he got closer to an orgasm and with each withdrawal he could not help from groaning with frustration. She was driving him to the limit of his endurance but she was also watching him closely.
He looked sideways and Bella was lying on her back with her knees raised and her girl's face was buried between her thighs.
He became aware that the girl on top of him was reaching under the bench and her hand reappeared with a contraceptive packet. With a deft movement she opened it and slipped a condom over his pulsating member.
Bella must have been watching because she spoke sharply and both girls immediately climbed down and scurried from the room. Martin groaned with disappointment but Bella quickly crossed the space between them and climbed onto his table.
As she straddled him she muttered, "Was she driving you crazy?"
"To the edge of insanity."
"Me too. That little minx has got me so fucking horny."
She put her hand on his penis and peeled off the contraceptive. "You won't make me pregnant and whether you like it not I'm going to fuck you."
"I was desperately hoping somebody would."
She seized his cock and her voice was urgent. "I've just got to have this inside me."
She shuffled forward and lowered herself onto his rigid shaft. As he slid deep into her warm drenched slit she gasped, "God that feels good and thank you for having a big one. Try not to come too quickly."
Martin wondered if he was hallucinating. He was being fucked by a beautiful young girl that he had met only an hour previously.
She leaned forward with her hands either side of him and placed one breast close to his lips. She whispered, "It would be nice if you sucked my nipples."
Martin took the offered breast in both hands and gently nibbled the firm protrusion. She shivered with pleasure and murmured, "Now the other one." As his tongue caressed the second nipple she gasped, "Okay that's enough I'm ready to fuck now."
She commenced with slow deliberate pushes and her vagina was so wet he could feel her seepage on his testicles. Without taking her eyes from his she gradually increased the tempo until she blurted desperately, "Here I come." Suddenly she tilted her head back and gasped, "Jesus."
Her thrusting suddenly quickened but as her orgasm peaked she froze for a few seconds and stopped breathing. Her face twisted as if in pain and then she exhaled with an explosive gasp.
Martin felt his balls contract and his hot semen spurted into her. He was squeezing her buttocks as he ejaculated and he could hear himself growling as the exquisite sensation flooded his loins.
Gradually his orgasm subsided but she continued to twist her hips with slow gyrations as if extracting the last dregs of pleasure from the stiff shaft inside her.
Finally she slumped forward with her lips resting upon his. For several seconds she was silent until she whispered, "That was a very nice fuck Mister Poulter." Her lips gently nibbled his but then she drew back and asked searchingly, "Are you okay?"
He answered, "You realise of course that this is all a fantasy and I must have fallen over and struck my head on something. It can't be possible that only an hour ago I met a beautiful girl and she has just made passionate love to me. I'm expecting you to go pop and disappear at any moment."
Bella smiled and lifted herself carefully. His penis slid out of her and she rolled sideways and lowered her feet to the floor. He still had a semi-erection and she bent her head and gave it a brief kiss. She held out her hand and said, "Come let's shower."
When they had dressed and walked back through the restaurant she paused inside the entrance and said, "I'll come to your office at four-thirty tomorrow and we can discuss the terms of my employment."
He replied doubtfully, "I don't know if you're suitable to be an employee. What qualifications have you got?"
"I'm a good fuck."
"Okay you're hired, but we need to have a talk because I have lots of questions and I require the answers. Do we know each other well enough yet?"
She kissed her forefinger and then pressed it lightly to his lips. She smiled and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
As he watched her walk away he reflected that he had just enjoyed the most exciting sexual experience of his life. But Bella was a mystery and her desire to meet Prasong Bidaya was puzzling. He had an uneasy feeling that she was not just a beautiful girl who enjoyed sex.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The guard with the XM8 slung across his chest watched as the main gate creaked open. He had been slouching against one of the pillars that supported the entrance portico but suddenly his bored demeanour changed to one of interest.
The bus lumbered slowly through the gates and stopped in front of the huge mansion. As the driver stepped out, the front door opened and two men descended the steps. One of them asked, "Any problems?"
The driver replied, "Nothing I couldn't handle."
The man said, "Okay get them out."
The driver opened the side door of the bus and beckoned to the occupants to exit the vehicle. For a few seconds the doorway remained empty until he shouted, "Out."
Gradually diminutive figures became framed in the exit as seven children stepped out and huddled together in a group. Some of them were weeping while others trembled in terrified silence. There were five boys aged between six and eight years. The two girls both looked older.
As the two men began to usher the children towards the main door the guard said, "Give me one to play with I'm bored."
He made as if to seize a boy but one of the men knocked his hand away and snapped, "Don't be stupid the boss would kill you."
The guard stepped back and laughed. He held up his hands in mock surrender and said, "I was just joking, can't you take a joke?"
The entrance door shut behind the sad group and the guard strolled to the side of the house and reached into his tunic pocket. He placed a cigarette between his lips and turned away from the warm breeze with his hands cupped. As his lighter flared he stiffened in surprise when it illuminated the dark figure standing motionless before him. All he could see was a featureless silhouette covered completely in black.
For three seconds he was too shocked to react but then the lighter clattered to the ground and he reached with both hands for his firearm. The weapon was suspended across his chest and as he attempted to lift the strap over his head the dark figure stepped towards him.
Stiffened fingers stabbed into his solar plexus and communication to his lungs was disrupted. He dropped to his knees as he struggled to suck in air and then a hand grasped his neck and probed for the carotid artery. Almost immediately numbness flooded his senses.
As he fought against passing out a voice hissed softly, "You sick bastard, I could kill you now but you don't deserve a quick death."
As he struggled to remain conscious he saw the glint of a blade in front of his eyes. Then the knife was lowered and he felt the warm breeze on his exposed genitalia as the front of his jeans was cut open.
He tried to call out but there was no air in his lungs. His body jerked when the blade sliced upwards but he felt nothing until the fingers left his neck. The blood flowed back into his brain and as he sucked in air the sickening agony engulfed him. Then he looked down and screamed when he saw what was lying in the dirt between his knees.
The dark shape moved swiftly towards the cover of the trees.
As the guard continued to scream, the door opened and men poured from the building with firearms drawn. They stared in shock at the kneeling guard who had blood gushing from his ruptured groin.
From the cover of the trees the watching black figure turned and disappeared into the night.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The next day was quiet as far as business was concerned but Martin found it difficult to concentrate. His mind kept wondering back to the events of the previous evening and several times he found himself acquiring an erection.
He had six staff comprising two males and four females. His secretary Sunee was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties and she had a good figure. She often wore clothing that revealed more of her breasts and legs than he would have preferred, but his male clientele enjoyed chatting with her so he regarded her as an asset.
She was a tactile person and when in conversation at the enquiry counter she would often rest her hand upon that of a male client. Similarly if she was standing while chatting to a seated female, her hand would wander to the neck or shoulder and there would be a casual caressing.
When he masturbated he sometimes fantasised about lesbian sex, especially since one occasion when he had strolled into the staff rest room. Sunee and a pretty female were sitting closely together and the young girl rose quickly and hurried from the room. Martin thought he saw her pull down the front of her dress and her complexion was certainly flushed but Sunee looked at him with such calmness he wondered if it had just been his imagination.
Then one evening at dusk he was on his way to a local restaurant when he glanced across the street to his office and was surprised to see a light on. He assumed that it was the cleaner although normally she attended early in the morning. As he hired her from an agency and she performed her duties to his satisfaction he decided to pass the time of day with her.
He had his office keys with him so he crossed the street and opened the front door. At first he could hear nothing, but then from the staff restroom he heard a strange sound as if a baby was crying.
He was curious as he tiptoed to the door and quietly turned the handle. When he opened it a few centimetres and peered into the room the reason for the sounds became clear. One of the naked females was Sunee and the other was the young girl that he had seen with her in the restroom. Their clothes were scattered over the floor.
There was a single sofa in the room and the girl was laying full length along it. She had one leg extended straight and the other trailed with her foot on the floor. Sunee was kneeling with her head between the girl's legs.
From the movement of Sunee's head he could see that her tongue was giving full attention to the girl's pussy while at the same time her hand twisted constantly as she probed with two fingers into the sopping crevice. Young hands held Sunee's face tightly and the girl's head strained backwards as she continually whimpered the soft sounds that he had heard.
His immediate reaction was to leave but the erotic scene held him transfixed and his penis had begun to stiffen. He continued to watch with fascination as Sunee climbed on top of the girl and the two sweating bodies writhed against each other. He reached down and gripped his throbbing penis tightly as they rubbed their slippery cunts together and squealed with excitement.
They were so occupied with each other that it was several minutes before he withdrew and quietly closed the door.
As he left the building he felt guilty that he had been peeping and also mildly ashamed that it had given him a solid erection. That night as he recalled the scene he achieved an orgasm quickly.
He wondered if he should take some action over their relationship but decided it was none of his business. He also hoped for another opportunity to observe their sexual activity.
At four-thirty the front door opened and Bella entered. She was dressed in a jacket and skirt and her white blouse was buttoned to the neck. She was also wearing spectacles.
Martin could see the reception area from his office and although she was still an attractive female, the change from the previous day was startling. Her appearance was now one of austere efficiency.
A young staff member spoke to her at the reception desk and then turned towards his open door. She announced to him that an English lady had arrived for an appointment.
Martin shut the door after Bella entered and returned to his desk. When they were both seated he stared at her in wonderment and said, "My word, I can't believe it's you. What happened to that sexy creature who made love to me yesterday?"
"She is temporarily in wraps."
Martin leaned back and asked in an efficient voice, "Now then, what do you know about selling insurance in this country?"
"Lots."
"Okay, what's the average life expectancy of a male?"
"Seventy years, nine months and three days. Although smoking would reduce that by four years and twenty-seven days."
He blinked in surprise. "And a female?"
"Seventy five years, six months and two days."
He stared at her in silence and then asked, "What about buildings and contents insurance, do you know anything about that?"
"Yes."
"Okay I believe you. What do you want from me?"
"I want to meet Mister Bidaya."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you that just yet."
Martin leaned forward and said quietly, "Mister Bidaya is my biggest client. I know he's not a nice man but I need him. I don't know what you're up to but if you don't tell me I can't take the risk."
Bella replied, "I understand your concern but let's talk about it some other time. Tell your staff that I'm looking to gain experience in this country and you're employing me temporarily as a rep. You don't need to pay me and by the way I don't speak the language."
With a sigh he said, "You sure are a mystery Bella. Okay you can visit some of my clients but not Bidaya until I say so. Come let's meet my staff."
Martin introduced her to everyone and he observed that Sunee maintained the handshake for a few seconds longer than seemed necessary.
When they returned to his office he had some files sent in and after examining a few he handed three to Bella. "You may visit these clients and say that I'm keen to keep in contact and you are just making a courtesy visit. They are all male."
"Okay I'll spread the Gospel."
"Fine, just don't shag any of them."
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It was after midnight and the driver ushered the sad group of children to the foot of the house steps and waited to be paid. When the envelope was handed to him he returned to the bus and closed the exit door before walking to the front of the vehicle and climbing back behind the wheel. He opened the envelope and smiled at the wad of notes inside. It was a well-paid job for little effort and it was none of his business what happened to the kids.
The bus lumbered out through the heavy iron gates and they closed behind it. Within one hundred metres it had reached the intersection and the driver applied the hand brake and looked left and right. Too late he saw the dark figure reflected in his mirror.
A hand gripped under his chin and another clasped the back of his head. He tried to grab the hands but his head was forced to the left and then spun sharply to the right. As his skull detached from the cervical vertebrae the splintering crunch echoed briefly within the cabin.
He saw bright lights dancing but then they faded. His head was released and it lolled helplessly down to his chest.
A black gloved hand reached for the key and switched off the ignition.
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It had been three days since the files had been passed to Bella and Martin had heard nothing from her. Had he been foolish in taking her on? Perhaps so, but he also wanted the opportunity to have sex with her again.
He thought about telephoning the clients to find out if she had called but decided against it. She was clearly a sensible girl and he was confident that she would not act in any way that could damage his business.
On the fourth morning she walked into his office and tossed the files onto his desk. She said cheerfully, "There you go."
He opened the first file and saw the signed application form and the cheque. The second file also contained a cheque as did the third one.
She said, "First premiums paid and bankers orders set up."
Martin gaped with astonishment and gasped, "How in God's name did you get business out of these people. I deliberately gave you three of the tightest bastards I have on the books."
"I guess they'd never had a good blow-job before."
"Bella you are an amazing girl," and then he added quietly, "Is there any chance we might socialise again? I mean, well you know what I mean."
"Of course and I'm looking forward to it. It's just that I've been kind of busy the past few evenings."
"Doing what?"
"What I came here to do."
"And that is?"
Bella smiled and her gaze was steady. "All will be revealed in due course. I know you're consumed with curiosity but just be patient. I may be busy again tonight so how about tomorrow evening? Come to my apartment and I'll cook you a meal and afterwards we can fuck the night away."
His penis twitched at her offer and he nodded. "Okay where are you living?"
She ripped a sheet from his notepad and scribbled her address. "It's way out of town so don't get lost."
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The floodlighting around the house was patchy and the light from the lamps extended only thirty metres from the building. Beyond that was darkness. There was a thin moon and although the sky was clear, starlight only just illuminated the trees. The guard stayed close to the building with his firearm at the ready.
Since his boss's partner had been murdered there had been two more violent killings. Watching the guard bleed to death from a hole where his genitals should have been continued to haunt him. The bus had been found less than one hundred metres from the front gates with the driver slumped over the wheel.
Police had searched the grounds but found nothing and their examination of the bus had yielded no clues. The boss was convinced that it was the work of a new organisation trying to muscle in.
He glanced at his watch again and it was approaching midnight. Another ten minutes and it would be someone else's turn to patrol the house. He had to report that the entire surrounds were clear so he decided to make one last circuit of the building.
He walked to the corner of the house and peered cautiously along the right flank. He could see nothing suspicious and set off at a hurried pace. His finger was curled around the trigger of his XM8 and the lever was set to fully-automatic.
As he strode briskly along his eyes constantly scanned the darkness beyond the floodlighting and his body was tense with apprehension. If anything at all had moved he would have opened fire without hesitation.
When he reached the end of the flank he again peered around the corner and surveyed the back of the house. It was clear and he continued at a brisk pace.
As he passed the sacks of waste left out by the kitchen staff one of them came to life.
A thin wire looped over his head and the garrotte snapped tightly around his throat. A foot swept his legs from under him and he fell heavily backwards onto a raised knee.
His fingers scrabbled desperately to free the wire from his neck but it continued to cut deeper. For exactly ninety-three seconds his legs flailed helplessly until his desperate kicking finally ceased and he became motionless. The black figure effortlessly lifted the body and slung it over one shoulder.
The replacement guard stepped out of the front door and looked down at the man sprawled awkwardly on the steps. He turned and shouted back into the house and armed men ran from the building in confusion.
The black silhouette watched the chaos from the cover of the trees and then turned and melted into the darkness.
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Martin pressed the bell push and heard the soft chime from within. The door opened and he drew in his breath when Bella appeared. She was wearing a dark green cocktail dress cut well above her knees with a single sleeve to the right wrist. The neckline slanted down and across her chest exposing the mound of her left breast and she was clearly not wearing a bra. Her legs and feet were bare.
The pendant earrings and matching collar necklace both sparkled so brightly they were undoubtedly diamonds. She placed her left hand on her hip and struck a classic pose.
He could only gasp, "Bella you are so beautiful."
As she slipped both hands behind his neck and gently pulled him into the apartment she nudged the door shut with one bare foot. Her lips over his and as he breathed in her faint perfume her tongue slid between his parted lips and writhed against his.
When she drew back her eyes were dark as she murmured, "We'll have a drink, then we'll eat and then we'll fuck, okay?"
They were standing in a hallway and he gazed around in awe as he counted the doors leading off to either side. He knew it was a high class estate when he had been asked to identify himself at the security barrier but he had never expected such a level of opulence.
"Jesus Christ, how many bedrooms are there?"
"Don't know. Four I think, maybe five. I haven't bothered to open all of the doors."
He ventured cautiously, "The rent must cost a packet."
All he received back was, "Yes it does."
In the spacious lounge he settled into an armchair with Bella seated opposite.
The crystal class beckoned invitingly from his side table and he lifted it to his lips with, "Cheers." They sipped their champagne cocktails in silence.
Bella crossed one tanned leg over the other and he glimpsed the briefest of green panties. She noticed his glance and crossed her leg back again. For a few seconds she gazed at him with a coy smile and then murmured, "Would you like me to take them off?"
Was she serious? His penis stirred at the erotic prospect and he nodded.
She lifted her bottom and slid her panties down to her knees. Then with her bent legs raised, allowed them to drop slowly to her feet and onto the floor. He waited breathlessly to see what would be exposed but her knees remained together.
She laughed at his look of disappointment and said demurely, "Surely you don't expect a young female to expose her femininity to an older man? What kind of a girl do you take me for?"
"A prick teaser?"
She sighed. "Oh all right then, but just a little peep."
Her knees began to part and as he prepared to cross his legs to avoid embarrassment she closed her own quickly and snapped, "No you don't. You keep both feet on the floor and your hands on the arms of the chair." He knew what she wanted to achieve.
With tantalising slowness her knees parted again revealing more of her smooth inner thighs. She stopped once more and whispered, "Do you really want to see my pussy you naughty man?"
His gaze had been riveted between her thighs and he lifted his eyes despairingly with, "You're driving me fucking crazy."
"I know but it's fun isn't it?"
Gradually her thighs widened until they were fully apart and her dark nest became visible. He felt like a little boy having his first sexual experience as he gazed at the pouting lips that had just a trace of moisture.
His penis stiffened quickly but that was what she had planned so he made no attempt to hide it.
She whispered softly, "Unzip yourself and take it out and then put your hands back where they are."
He hesitated with embarrassment for a moment, but as she had played her part he reached for his zip and pulled it down. He delved inside and eased out his hard penis.
Bella gazed at the solid erection with the tiny dribble exuding from its purple head and her left hand slid down to between her thighs. With her fingertips she began to caress her moist slit and Martin's penis throbbed as he watched it open like a crimson flower.
For a minute she stroked herself slowly, but then her fingers began to move with more urgency and the moisture within the engorged folds changed to a thin froth. She was breathing quickly and her eyes were half closed as she murmured, "I'm going to come soon if I don't stop playing with myself and I expect you would too if you rubbed your cock."
Suddenly she removed her hand and said decisively, "But I'm not going to because dinner is ready, so put yours away."
Martin's mouth gaped in horror and he gasped, "What?"
She repeated, "I said put it away it's time to eat."
"Fucking hell is that it?"
Bella stood up and replied sternly, "Of course that's it. You don't think I'm going to let the food spoil do you? When you arrived I said we would drink, then eat and then fuck in that order. You must have a very poor memory if you don't recall me saying it. So go and wash your hands and I'll wash mine in the kitchen."
Martin's eyed dropped despairingly to his sagging member and he groaned, "Sorry old friend the nasty lady won't let me play with you but the night is young."
The dining table would have comfortably seated eight but they occupied one corner of it. Bella complained that the kitchen was too far away and brought the food in a heated trolley.
For the starter she had made a cheese soufflé that had risen to perfection. The main was a roast duck curry and the dessert was mango sticky rice known locally as Khao Niaow Ma Muang. The menu was not exactly loyal to any particular cuisine but it was delicious. Somehow she had balanced the flavours of local produce with great skill and he was impressed.
Even the wine complimented the meal, despite the fact that the national product did not figure highly on the sought-for list.
He settled back in contentment and said, "You continually surprise me, you are a highly skilful cook."
She belched before she replied, "Yes I am and I've cooked for some of the most fascinating people in the world. I've also concocted edible meals from ingredients that would turn your stomach."
He gazed at her steadily for several seconds until he asked quietly, "Who are you Bella?"
She arose and began to place dishes onto the trolley. "All will be revealed in due course. If you want to freshen-up there are several bathrooms scattered here and there, and after that go and relax.
In the lounge he looked down at her panties that still remained where she had dropped them. He memorised the exact position of the tiny silk fabric before lifting it to his face. After inhaling the acrid essence he replaced it carefully back on the floor.
Bella settled into her chair and glanced down at the green material. She smiled and said, "I don't know why you bothered, you'll be sniffing the real thing very shortly."
"I'm not a pervert and I didn't touch them."
"Yes you are, all men are perverts to one degree or another."
She said, "I really like you Martin. We are worlds apart but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other. When you've learned more about me you'll know that it's pointless telling me fibs."
She stretched out her long tanned legs and wriggled her bare toes. "Now then where were we? Oh yes, I was playing with my pussy and your cock was sticking up in the air, so get it out again."
Martin muttered, "How romantic, shouldn't there be soft music playing?"
"Did I mention romance? I said we were going to fuck, so how many times do you think you can do it?"
He gave a short laugh. "My dear young lady, I may be in good shape for my age but I'm not a youth anymore so don't ask for miracles. And as I'd like it to be meaningful then probably only once. And by the way I'm not on Viagra."
Bella smiled and arose from her chair. She withdrew her arm from the single sleeve and wriggled her body so that the dress slithered to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and stood naked with her legs astride and her fists on her hips.
He had seen her naked before but again he marvelled at her magnificence. She was the perfect athlete and yet her lines were sleek and sensual.
Although she was still smiling it seemed to be without humour and Martin felt a twinge of uneasiness. He hoped she was not going to do anything silly that might embarrass him.
Cautiously he asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Men playing with their cocks has always turned me on. I told you to get it out."
Martin sighed and defiantly crossed his legs. In a calm voice he said, "My dear young lady, I am a man and you are a woman. I may be many years your senior and I know that the younger generation considers itself to be emancipated, but why don't you let me make love to you in the old fashioned way?"
Her smile was still disconcerting especially when she said ominously, "I advise you not to mess with me. I'll count to three and if it's not out by then, I'll take it out."
With a feeling of nervousness he uncrossed his legs and placed his hands on the chair arms in case he had to move quickly. He said appealingly, "Bella you are just being silly, why don't you sit down and let's just chat for a while?"
She counted slowly, "One, two, three."
The speed with which she moved took him by surprise and although his instinctive reaction was to cover his genital area, it was his feet that she grabbed and pulled. He slid from the chair with a bump and suddenly she was behind him. As he placed his hands on the floor to push away from her she seized both his arms and pulled them backwards. Holding his wrists together she tucked them behind one bent knee so that they were trapped between her calf and the back of her thigh. He was surprised to feel that her muscles were hard and unyielding.
She dangled her arms casually over his shoulders and moved her face close to his ear to whisper, "You're not very good at self-defence are you." He felt the tip of her tongue snake into his ear.
The sensation was pleasant but he jerked his head away and snapped, "No I am not and I've never found it necessary to study the art. Now please release my arms because you are being very childish."
Bella chuckled and reached down for his zip. "Not until I've played with your most precious possession." Her hand searched inside his open fly and eased out his flaccid penis. "Oh dear, the poor thing seems to have fainted." She looked around the room and muttered thoughtfully, "Now let me see, I need to be inventive."
Still holding his trapped hands behind her bent knee, she stretched her hand along the floor and gathered up her crumpled dress. With a few twists it became a thin rope and she wrapped it neatly around his wrists. "Versace Inc would have a blue fit if they could see what I've just done to one of their creations."
She moved to the front of him and eased his back against the chair and then tugged down his trousers and underpants to expose his genitals. With a sigh of satisfaction she sat back on her haunches and said, "Things are going really well don't you think?"
"No I bloody well don't. This is most humiliating and I'm pleading with you to show me some respect and untie my hands.
"All in good time dear man. The first item of importance is to revive your plonker. You may carry on chatting if you wish but I might find it difficult to reply."
His penis was still flaccid and she gathered it gently into the palm of one hand and lowered her head towards it. Martin closed his eyes and prepared to be uncooperative.
She took it into her mouth with a sucking motion and as her tongue caressed the glans he could feel it begin to harden. He desperately wanted to remain unexcited but her soft lips moved up and down in short rhythmic strokes and he caught his breath at the delicious sensation. Within a few seconds his penis had stiffened and her insertions became deeper. She would first take it in to its fullest extent and pause and then withdraw it slowly. When it was fully exposed, her tongue would flick the tip of the purple glans and the effect of each touch was electrifying.
He saw that she had one hand between her thighs and from the movement of her arm he could see she was pleasuring herself. He began to get close to an orgasm and warned breathlessly, "Be careful Bella," but she was aware of the situation.
When she lifted her head he saw from her expression that she was extremely aroused. She moved quickly to straddle his body and then lowered her wet pussy onto his rigid shaft. She was breathing quickly and with her hands on his shoulders and her knees either side of him she began to thrust vigorously.
Martin strained to release his hands from the binding around his wrists but they were held securely. Eventually the excitement of being raped became too much and he felt the tingling sensation begin. He blurted urgently, "Bella I'm going to come."
She was also excited and her activity quickened. She was panting harshly through her open mouth and her eyes stared intensely. Then she gasped desperately, "I'm coming too."
Martin had reached the point of no return and groaned aloud as his orgasm erupted. The delicious agony consumed him and his semen squirted into her with powerful spurts.
Bella's thrusting became frenzied and as her own orgasm peaked she froze and her body stiffened. For a moment she ceased to breathe and then she uttered brief shrill cries and her stomach muscles knotted with each stabbing barb of ecstasy.
For several seconds each was concerned with individual pleasure but gradually the frenzied activity lessened and they began to relax. When Martin's orgasm was finally spent, his head drooped with exhaustion. Bella's movements also slowed and when they ceased altogether she slumped forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.
He had experienced the most violent orgasm that he could remember and his body felt leaden. He eventually lifted his head to find Bella smiling and she moved her lips closer to brush them lightly against his. She murmured, "That was a nice fuck wasn't it? You obviously enjoy being dominated. Would you like me to spank your bottom?"
"No I would not and I have absolutely no wish to be dominated. It just so happens that you are very good at giving blowjobs and I have a penchant for receiving them. Now please untie my hands so that I can restore some of my dishevelled dignity."
Bella muttered, "Okay but you're no fun at all. It looks like I've purchased the whips and a mask for nothing."
She reached behind to slip the bonds from his wrist and shook the material to unravel it. She held it at arm's length and sighed, "Oh well, that's fucked a thousand dollar dress."
"Serves you right."
Bella stood erect and hauled Martin to his feet. His trousers and underpants were around his ankles and he stepped out of them. She took his hand and said, "Come let's go and shower if I can remember where the nearest one is."
When they were refreshed Bella led them back to the lounge. She had found dressing gowns for both of them and Martin settled into an armchair. She crossed to the drinks cabinet and said, "Name your poison; scotch, vodka, brandy....?"
"Scotch and a little water please."
"Chivas okay?"
"Sure," and then, "is that Chivas twenty five you're about to pour?"
"Yes why?"
"At three hundred dollars a bottle, forget the water."
Bella laughed and poured herself straight vodka. She handed him the crystal glass and settled in the chair opposite. He raised his glass to eye level and assessed the contents with, "You are exceedingly generous with your measures."
"That's because you might need it shortly."
Martin felt disturbed by her remark and tried to voice a calm tone when he enquired, "Why would that be?"
"Because it's tell-the-truth time."
He lowered his glass and waited for her to continue.
"You want to know who I am and why I am here. Well I represent a pest control agency."
Martin blinked with surprise and echoed, "A pest control agency? I expected something more romantic and exciting. Something to do with the film industry or perhaps that you are an uncover news reporter. What on earth are you doing here? There are plenty of pest control agencies in this country and my God they certainly need them."
"I destroy specific pests." Her large eyes bored unwaveringly into his before she added, "Bidaya's partner was a pest, as is Bidaya himself."
Martin stared at her uncomprehendingly and the seconds ticked by in silence. What she had just said made no sense. Eventually he asked quietly, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Her face displayed no emotion when she replied, "I killed Bidaya's partner and some other men since then, not that the others were particularly important although I did kill them for a reason." She gazed at him in silence before she continued, "I'm an assassin and I'm here to kill Bidaya, and that's why I need your help."
Martin's senses froze as he tried to understand the significance of her statement. Was she joking? Then he thought about her unusual strength and agility and remembered the knife. He recalled again her constant requests for him to arrange a meeting with Bidaya. Dark grotesque images tumbled sluggishly through his imagination.
But it all seemed unreal and he felt foolish when he eventually whispered, "An assassin? You actually kill people?"
Bella remained silent and his realisation that she was serious shocked him. He felt something wet on his leg and looked down. His glass had tipped and spilled some of the expensive liquid onto his thigh. He raised it to his mouth and emptied the contents with one swallow and then held out the glass for more.
Bella took it to the drinks cabinet and this time filled it nearly to the rim. He immediately removed half of it in a single gulp. Although he had drunk most of a bottle of wine and a considerable amount of whisky he had never felt more sober.
He looked at the girl sitting opposite with her tousled short hair and large dark eyes that gave her such captivating charm and she had never looked more beautiful. But her eyes seemed sad as she returned his gaze.
She broke the silence with, "I can imagine how shocked you are and how repulsed you must be by my confession, but will you allow me to elaborate?"
He could only nod his head.
"I am twenty-one years of age but I'm not an ordinary person and that has nothing to do with what I have just told you. I have an IQ of one ninety. I speak several languages and can become fluent in another without difficulty. I have total recall and by that I mean I can scan one hundred thousand words in about twenty minutes and remember every one of them.
She paused again before continuing, "I am classed as a genius although sadly I don't use my gift for the benefit of science, medicine or the arts. I have received extra-special training in the art of killing and I can extinguish a life in many different ways, with or without a weapon. I'm not proud of my profession but I've convinced myself that what I do is, in a somewhat obscure way, of benefit to the civilized world more or less."
She lifted her glass and drank from it but when she lowered it her eyes seemed tearful. Martin could see that she was struggling emotionally and suddenly she was a young girl in need of solace. He was unable to resist and crossed the space between them.
She accepted his open arms and rested her forehead on his shoulder. They hugged in silence for a while until Martin said, "How did all this happen?"
Bella lifted her head and asked, "Do you really want to hear the whole story?"
Martin returned to his chair and answered, "Of course I do."
She said doubtfully, "Well I don't think you're going to like it."
"Christ, can it get any worse?"
Bella nodded her head very slowly and he groaned, "Oh God."
She took a breath and said, "My mother disappeared when I was very young and left me with my father and his brother. They both abused me sexually from about the age of five.
Most of my early education came from watching TV documentaries and I had no idea that I was different from other kids because I wasn't allowed to mix with any. I was eight when I took myself to a school and it was then that I discovered that other children my age seemed to be like a different species.
I won't disgust you by describing some of the things my father and uncle did to me but then I discovered that they were exchanging photos of me on the Internet. Can you imagine my humiliation when I saw that they were sharing me with other sick bastards?"
She paused and murmured, "And this is the bit you won't like."
She took a sip of vodka and said quietly, "On my ninth birthday I took a knife and stabbed them both to death while they slept."
She looked searchingly at him for condemnation but his face registered no expression. She waited for him to say something and when he did it surprised her.
Martin's heart was racing and he could feel his armpits sweating profusely. A pulse in his temple was pounding and he wondered if it was visible to her. But he was amazed how calm his voice sounded when he said, "Good for you, so what happened next?"
It seemed to relax her and she continued, "I went to the police station and told them what I had done. I was taken to a hospital and they did lots of tests and informed me that I would never be a mother. They were actually nice people and very sympathetic but they kept me isolated for weeks. Of course they discovered that I was a brain freak.
Then one day a women turned up and conned me into thinking that either I would spend the rest of my life in prison or I could go somewhere with her. So I went somewhere with her."
Martin appeared to be calm and attentive so she carried on. "For ten years I received an education that is beyond your comprehension and you would find it difficult to broach a subject about which I do not have a reasonable knowledge. But their sole purpose was to turn me into a killing machine and that is what I am.
If you were to lock me in a room with three men and none of us were armed in a fight to the death, when you eventually open the door I will be the only one to walk out alive."
Martin exhibited no emotion so she sipped her vodka and continued. "The agency that I represent is called Trove and the individual letters stand for, "The Removal of Vermin Expedited." It's a secret international organisation founded by people with unlimited wealth who have taken the law into their own hands. They target human traffickers, drug barons, paedophiles, crime syndicates and even the Mafia.
Wherever there is a nuisance who needs to be removed and the police or the government are hamstringed by the law, they send someone like me to deal with it. They are totally ruthless and they've never heard of human rights. There is no place or anyone in the world beyond their reach."
She waited for a reaction but Martin was sitting impassively so she asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
He took a long deep breath before he answered, "I am in shock but what did you expect? You are a very frightening person."
"You have nothing to fear from me, I am interested only in Bidaya. The Agency was dubious about assigning me because they thought I might become emotionally involved as a result of my own childhood abuse, so I need to be professional. I've already made one mistake by eliminating his partner first and now Bidaya's surrounded himself with armed men and his premises are well guarded. I've been conducting a war of attrition in the hope of flushing him out but it hasn't worked. His building has a weakness and I can get in but I need to know what's facing me inside. That's why I want you to get me in there."
She crossed to a bureau and removed an envelope from a drawer. She handed it to him with, "This is for you."
He took out the cheque and stared at it. When he raised his eyes he looked bewildered. "Is this a joke?"
"No it isn't. The Agency is providing more than enough to compensate you for the loss of Bidaya's business, or in the worst scenario if you have to leave town."
Martin looked startled and echoed, "Have to leave town? Why on earth would that be necessary?"
"If it all goes wrong Bidaya might be very pissed off with you."
"Fucking hell, I don't want to be involved in this. It's been really nice knowing you but let's forget we ever met and I'll go back to selling insurance the only way I know how."
Bella's face was expressionless when she said quietly, "I'm sorry Martin but you don't have a choice."
He returned her gaze and the fear in his eyes was there for her to see. He was feeling sick when he asked, "Are you threatening me?"
She replied calmly, "I'm just trying to convince you that you can't mess with the Agency. They know more about you than you know about yourself. Please try to understand that you are a key player because the easiest means of gaining access to Bidaya's premises is to be invited by him and that's why I'm asking you to arrange it. I have to get inside to see what will be facing me and to make sure that any children in there come to no harm if it starts getting messy."
There was silence until Bella said, "I like you Martin and I don't want you to get hurt," and then she added ominously, "but if you don't co-operate, the Agency will send someone who will be more persuasive."
Martin's insides lurched as he realised the implication of her statement and dropped his head into his hands. Neither spoke until he muttered resignedly, "So heads I'm fucked and tails I'm fucked."
"You'll have to trust me."
After a long silence Martin said wearily, "Okay I'll phone him in the morning."
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Standing one hundred and eighty centimetres tall he was a big man for an Asian. He led by fear and several men no longer existed because they had opposed him. Taking a life meant little to him and if necessary he would kill one of his own men if it ensured that the others obeyed him without hesitation.
At the tap on his door he growled, "Come," and the guard pushed it open and stepped to one side.
She was wearing a white lapelled cotton dress open at the neck and she had a good figure but wore no makeup. Her short dark hair was parted to one side in a boyish stile and the spectacles gave her an austere appearance. He estimated her age to be approaching thirty.
He stepped around his desk and took her offered hand. He continued to hold her hand as he said in his own language, "How nice of my good friend Martin to send you. What is your name please?"
She attempted to tug her hand away but he held on to it. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry but I speak only English and a little bit of French. Do you speak English?"
"Of course. I said how nice it is of my friend Martin to send someone so charming to brighten my day. What is your name please?"
"Miss Henderson, Rebecca Henderson."
He released her hand and waved her to the seat opposite his desk. She sat down with her legs together and carefully tugged down her dress to cover her knees. He stood beside her until she was seated and stared down at the gap between her full breasts. She became conscious of his gaze and lifted her hand primly to cover her cleavage before looking up at him with a hesitant smile.
He returned to his seat with the satisfaction that he was making her nervous. It gave him pleasure that females were frightened of him and he extracted the most sexual gratification when he could humiliate them and inflict pain. The European women that he had fucked had all been prostitutes but English women had a reputation for being without passion. He wondered if it was true and as he stared at her he imagined her spread naked and helpless beneath him.
He became aware that she was waiting for him to speak and said, "Miss Henderson? So you are a single lady. Have you no man?"
She looked surprised at his question and replied, "I have a fiancé in England."
"A fiancé? What does that mean?"
"A fiancé is a person to whom I am promised. We have known each other since childhood and plan to get married in a year or two." She lifted her briefcase and attempted to change the subject with, "Now Mister Bidaya may we talk about your insurances?"
He ignored her question and continued, "You have known him since childhood? That doesn't sound very romantic, are you lovers or just friends?"
Her embarrassment as she struggled for a reply gave him satisfaction. "We are a couple and always have been. We get on well together and we will be a good partnership I am sure. Now may we please talk about your insurances?"
"What is his line of business?" Her frustration at his persistence was amusing as he waited for her to answer.
"He works for a charity that deals with the affairs of elderly people. Mister Bidaya, I'm sure none of this is of great interest to you."
"Do you have sex with him?"
Her mouth opened and she gasped in disbelief, "Really Sir, I am shocked by your question and I am not used to being asked these personal things. That is a private matter and in England we do not discuss such affairs. My fiancé is of the opinion that sex between consenting adults should be after marriage and I firmly agree with him. Now please may we change the subject?"
So she was a virgin and it was her fiancé who was holding back. He sounded like a religious nut or perhaps gay or maybe he just couldn't get it up. She was probably desperate to be fucked whether married or not and he wondered how often she masturbated. He pictured her with her legs spread wide and gasping with ecstasy as she brought herself to a climax.
He leaned forward and said, "Okay Miss Henderson I apologise if I have embarrassed you. In this country sex is part of our culture and we discuss it freely. Please carry on; what would you like to know?"
She was visibly relieved and said, "Now then, I understand that you are registered as an orphanage and I presume that the orphans are housed within these premises. You will certainly have nurses or other staff who care for the children's welfare and therefore may I suggest an overall health package to cover them? That way if any become sick and you are forced to hire from an agency, your costs would be covered."
He sat back and furrowed his brow in thought. "That is certainly a sensible suggestion except that we are without residents at the moment. We are about to do extensive improvements to the facilities and while that work is being completed the children have been moved to another establishment. As a result the nursing personnel have been temporarily dispensed with."
"So there are no children on the premises?"
"Not at the moment."
She looked disappointed and lifted another file from her case. "Perhaps then we could talk about your personal insurance. Do you have health cover? I'm not suggesting that you could get sick because you look as if you are in exceptionally good condition. But one never knows and I've produced some figures that might interest you." She placed the file on the desk and turned it towards him.
He turned the file back again and rose from his seat. "Let me come around to your side and then we can look at the figures together."
He moved around the desk until he was looking down at her. Again she became conscious of her cleavage and lifted her hand to conceal it.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Miss Henderson why are you so worried that I will look at your breasts? You have a fine bosom and it should be displayed for the world to see not hidden away."
He reached down and flipped open the top button of her dress. She squeaked in panic and tried to rise but he pressed her into the seat. His hand slid between her breasts and eased her brassier down so that her breasts were fully exposed.
She squealed, "Mister Bidaya what are you doing? I am begging you to stop; I have a fiancé."
He ignored her desperate plea and cupped his hand around her right breast. He was surprised how firm it was and also by the hardness of her nipple. He moved his hand so that his palm gently caressed the tip of it and as he did so he heard her gasp.
She was gripping his wrist and trying to prise his hand from her breast but he resisted her easily. As he continued to caress her nipple he saw her close her eyes. She was panting quickly through an open mouth and he wondered if it was from her efforts or from excitement. Then he felt her hands relaxing from around his wrist and sensed that she was melting.
He quickly dropped to one knee and reached for the hem of her dress. Her legs were pressed tightly together but he pulled back her dress to expose her thighs. As he did so she pleaded breathlessly, "Oh please Mister Bidaya, I'm imploring you to stop," but he ignored her and forced his hand between her knees. Her eyes were still closed and as he moved his hand towards her crotch she gasped, "Oh please don't."
His fingertips reached the front of her panties and he probed gently through the silky material for her slit. Immediately he touched the soft depression she gave a tiny squeak and reached up with one hand to clutch at a naked breast. Her legs opened wider and he slipped his hand under her panties.
He was about to slide his fingers into her crevice when suddenly she jerked upright and cried out, "My God what am I doing?" Before he could grab her she had rolled sideways from the chair.
By the time he climbed to his feet she was at the other side of the desk. She was looking distraught and pleaded desperately, "Mister Bidaya you must give me a chance to compose myself. I'm not used to this behaviour and I need time to think. Please allow me to go to a bathroom."
He had no intention of chasing her around the desk and if she had melted once she would do so again. "Of course you may Miss Henderson. There is one just along the corridor and another in the hallway downstairs."
She had lost one shoe in her panic but left it where it was as she skirted her way warily around him and made for the door.
Once outside she turned to the right but stopped when she saw the guard leaning against the wall. Her dress was still unbuttoned and the guard grinned when he saw her dishevelled appearance and her one bare foot. As she turned towards the stairway he shouted loudly and by the time she had reached the bottom stair, men were appearing in the hallway. They were laughing as she limped past them and after trying three doors in vain she finally disappeared into a toilet.
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Bella adjusted her clothing and assessed all that she had observed so far. Six men had appeared in the hallway and three of them were wearing side arms. The guard upstairs was also armed and the one outside the building had a fully-automatic assault rifle. The guards she had killed days before had both been in possession of a similar weapon so it was probably the only one they possessed and carried only when patrolling the premises. The guard by the main gate had an AK-47 but she would deal with him separately.
There were two chefs in the kitchen but it was unlikely that either had a weapon. Finally, Bidaya had not been visibly armed although he would certainly have a firearm within reach.
It was reasonable to assume that she had seen the entire complement of both men and weaponry.
There were seven doors on the upstairs landing including Bidaya's office and he had told her that one of them was a bathroom. She assumed that the other five were bedrooms and all of the doors were in a straight run away from the staircase. The staircase had eighteen steps and the length of the hallway was twenty-one metres.
Four men including the three that were armed had come from one room and the remaining two had exited from a separate door and both were holding pool cues. The remaining three rooms that she had opened when appearing to search for the toilet had all been in darkness.
The telephone line was easily accessible and she had already located where the power supply entered the building. It was possible that there was a generator in a cellar somewhere but it would take time to be started.
There was no choice but to believe Bidaya when he said there were no children on the premises and from her observations up to that point it appeared to be true.
She removed her odd shoe and after gazing steadily at her reflection in the mirror for several seconds she said quietly, "Okay Bella, it's time to go to work."
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The men were still waiting as the girl left the bathroom and walked bare-footed to the stairway. Several were sniggering and one of them said, "I'll bet he's had his fingers in her cunt."
When she arrived back outside Bidaya's office she pushed the door open cautiously and saw that he was sitting behind his desk with her shoe in front of him. He was looking smug as he said, "I hope you are refreshed Miss Henderson. I apologise for my clumsy advances but I sensed that you were enjoying it and I would like the opportunity to show you more respect. Will you visit me again?"
She reached cautiously for her shoe and snatched it from his desk. "I am very upset and you should be ashamed to have treated me so crudely. You behaved like an animal." He raised his hand in an apologetic gesture.
She seemed reluctant to continue but then added, "Shameful though it is for me to admit, I did experience arousal from your touch and I will consider another visit. But now you must allow me to leave."
"Of course and I look forward to the next occasion."
She stepped into her shoes and picked up the brief case. As he rose from his desk she held up her hand and said, "Please remain where you are, I will see myself out."
The guard closed the gate and before returning to his hut he watched the car turn right at the intersection. Three hundred metres along the road the car pulled into a lay-by and its lights were extinguished.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Bella threw the sacking over the glass shards on the top of the wall and hauled herself over it. The tree was close by and she retrieved the knapsack from its branches and removed the contents.
The guard was reading and looked up in surprise when the black figure entered the hut. Before he could react, the tungsten spike was driven down through the top of his skull and the sharp crack echoed within the confined of the hut.
Bella removed the magazine from the AK-47 and pulled back and released the charging handle three times before replacing it. The magazine contained the full thirty rounds. She stamped on his cell phone and then reached up to smash the lamp in the roof before stepping out of the hut.
The telephone landline was strung across three poles and she climbed the furthest from the house. The line trailed to the ground when she snipped through it.
She moved swiftly to the rear of the building using the cover of the trees and observed the guard lounging outside the front door. The power junction box was close to the kitchen door and despite her black body suit she knew she would have to work quickly when exposed in the floodlighting. She sprinted to the junction box.
Holding a slim pencil flashlight in her mouth she jemmied the door and it pinged quietly open. She pulled on protective gloves and scraped sufficient insulation from the live and neutral wires of the supply cable to expose two areas four centimetres apart. She attached the crocodile clips from the cell phone signal-jammer.
She took cutters from the knapsack and turned her head away. A blue-white flash crackled inside the box when she severed the load cable and the floodlighting went out. She waited for the sparks to subside and then checked that the signal-jammer was working and closed the door.
Back in the trees she slipped a night-vision monocular over her head and tightened the strap. It would give her a major advantage in darkness.
She took four limpet mines from the sack and synchronised each one with her mental clock. She set all of them for twenty minutes and moved swiftly around the building. At four separate places she peeled the protective backing from a limpet and pressed it to the second course of bricks.
She returned to her knapsack and fitted the suppressor to her Glock and put a second magazine in her pocket. She looked down at the AK-47 and wondered if she needed it. In terms of precision execution it was a blunderbuss so why was she even considering it? Grigor would have slapped her face and told her she had more than enough rounds, so just make sure they all counted. She left the rifle where it lay and sprinted to the kitchen door. Two minutes and four seconds had already elapsed.
Because of the heat in the kitchen the door was never closed and she stepped inside. Without electric lighting the area was still illuminated by gas burners and twice her Glock coughed politely as she shot the chef in his right temple and the commis chef through the back of his head.
She anticipated that the monocular would not be necessary in the main hall and lifted it from her eye. As she stepped through the service door, flames from several cigarette lighters cast a yellow glow as men milled in confusion. All six were together in a group and in the flickering light it was difficult to recognise which three had the firearms. She was eight metres away but she spotted one armed man immediately and dropped him with a shot to the centre chest. She then moved sharply four steps to her left.
In the four seconds it took for the remaining five to realise that a shot had been fired she spotted another armed man standing side-on and the Glock coughed again as she put a single round through his head. With the powder flash having exposed her position again, she crouched low and moved smartly four steps back to the right.
It was essential that she got the third man before he could discharge his gun and with the lighters having been hurriedly extinguished she pulled the monocular down over her left eye. In the silvery green image she saw her target drawing his pistol and looking in the direction of the second flash. She shot him through the head before his gun arm was fully raised and the weapon tumbled to the carpet.
Four minutes and twenty-three seconds had now passed and five men had been eliminated without audible gunfire.
The remaining three men were shouting in panic but despite the acrid smell of burnt gasses from the Glock, it was unlikely that anyone upstairs or in other parts of the house was aware of the ongoing slaughter.
She could hear Bidaya bellowing from his room for someone to start the generator and turned her attention to the three men still remaining. One had made it to the front door and was groping in the dark for the handle. Another was on his hands and knees and crawling in the direction of the pool room. She heard a click from the toilet door as the third man locked himself inside.
The man at the front door was nearly twenty metres away and she dropped to one knee while gripping the Glock two handed with her elbow firmly on the raised knee to steady her aim. He fell forward and slid slowly down the door when she put a single round through the back of his head.
Her view of the crawling man was only his butt, so she stepped quickly towards him and looking down finished him with a shot through the head from close range.
The man in the toilet was a problem. There were three rounds left in the magazine and she needed to see her target to be sure of despatching him efficiently. To blaze away through a closed door in the hope of success left too much to doubt and it was unprofessional. Every man left alive was a threat to the completion of her assignment and had to be eliminated.
Then she heard the front door opening. The guard who had been patrolling outside was trying to enter but the body slumped at the foot of the door was preventing him from doing so. Bella was well aware of the XM8 in his possession and the danger it presented if he started spraying it around. But she also wanted him to come inside rather than run off somewhere on the loose.
He had succeeded in squeezing through the available gap but the bad news was that he had a flashlight. He was gaping in bewilderment as he shone a cone of light over the bodies.
Apart from the confused shouting, the executions had been carried out in relative silence but now she could not avoid making a noise. She moved swiftly to the toilet door and kicked hard with the sole of her foot. Through the jagged hole she created she pumped a single round into the chest of the man cowering inside.
She turned her attention to the guard and he was in the act of directing his flashlight in the direction of the wood splintering sound. As his flashlight illuminated her an explosion of brilliance flared in the monocular. The vision in her left eye became a glowing white disk as the magnified light burned itself onto her retina. Now she was also in the dark.
The guard's flashlight fell to the floor as he grabbed his firearm and Bella rolled quickly to the right. There was no time to switch the lens to her right eye so she flattened herself to the carpet.
In the dark she needed him to expose his position and he did so when his weapon erupted with a deafening clatter. The room flickered in the light of fire spurting from the barrel and her target was clearly illuminated. She squeezed off two rounds and plaster cascaded from the ceiling as he fell backwards still gripping the trigger.
The only sound that remained was the ringing in her ears.
Two men still remained alive and one of them was her ultimate target. The gunfire had destroyed her advantage of surprise so there was no longer any need for stealth. It was time to hunt down her quarry and complete her assignment and there remained thirteen minutes and six seconds in which to do it.
She dropped the empty cartridge from the Glock and snapped in the full one. The silencer was now unnecessary and she removed it. The sight in her left eye was slowly returning but it was still obscured by a faint blur. Waiting for it to clear would waste precious time so she switched the monocular to her right eye.
She climbed the stairs carefully but in the eerie silence every creak was like a pistol shot.
Near the top she flattened herself to the last few stairs and peered cautiously along the landing. All of the doors were closed. It was unlikely that Bidaya had left his office to hide somewhere else but there was one certain way to be sure. His door was the first one and the handle was on the side furthest from her.
She crawled swiftly past the door and then reached for the handle and twisted it quickly. It was locked and as he would not have locked it after leaving he had to be inside. No shots had been fired in panic when she had tried the handle so it was possible that the guard was holed up in another room.
There were now eleven minutes and twelve seconds remaining.
Kicking the door in was not a problem and she could demolish a brick wall if necessary, but it would frame her briefly in the doorway. Even in total darkness Bidaya would know where the door opening was and the probability of being hit was too high a risk. There was no choice but to shoot the catch off.
She still had the mini-torch but the light from it would have shone through the door crevices like a beacon.
Keeping her body away from the door she moved her head level with the handle and peered through the gap between the door and the frame. In the monocular lens she could see the catch and placed the tip of her left forefinger to mark its position. Then she put the gun muzzle on her fingertip and slid her finger away. With the discharge blocked there would be a violent recoil so she held the pistol loosely and winced in anticipation.
When she squeezed the trigger the silence was shattered by the ear piercing crack and the Glock catapulted from her hand and hit the wall behind her. The door opened but the hail of bullets that smashed into it caused it to swing close again.
She wondered if her wrist was broken and gingerly flexed her fingers. She was relieved to feel that it was still intact although a dull pain in her forearm indicated that the tendons had been stretched to the limit.
She had counted seven shots and they were from two separate guns so the guard was also in there. One of them was the unmistakable yap of a Norinco nineteen-eleven and that was the gun she had seen in the guard's holster when she first left Bidaya's room. He had fired four of the shots which meant he had three rounds remaining. The other gun sounded like a Beretta M9 and if he was using a standard magazine Bidaya had twelve rounds left.
Her pistol was lying behind her and she rolled past the door and retrieved it. She flexed her right trigger finger and it felt stiff from the recoil. That was of no great concern because she was equally proficient with both hands but it meant that if she was going into the room with the gun in her left hand she needed to stay to the right of the door.
With her left foot she kicked the door wide and stepped away from it. Five more bullets hit the wall behind her in rapid succession and two of them were from the Norinco. The guard had one round remaining.
Her left eye had cleared completely but she left the monocular over her right eye and tightened the strap. She always felt more comfortable when it was over the eye opposite to her gun hand.
The time was down to six minutes and fourteen seconds but she had her plan. After a slow deep breath she silently mouthed, "Here I go."
She entered the room crouching low and at a run. The position of every piece of furniture had been memorised and she wanted to be close to the table where she had seen a bottle and glasses. She knew both men would be behind the heavy desk because there was nowhere else for them to hide. The obvious place for each would be behind one of the separate drawer pedestals.
She fired a single shot on the run to keep their heads down and then launched herself in a dive to the right and flattened herself to the carpet. She finished in the perfect position and the small table was directly above her. She reached up and removed the bottle.
In the tense silence that followed she waited twenty valuable seconds to stretch their nerves to the limit, and then tossed the bottle through the gap under the centre of the desk.
When it clattered through to the other side the result was inevitable. To the men something almost certainly dangerous had arrived and their instinctive reaction was to back away from it.
Bella was at forty-five degrees to the desk and when the guard lurched back in panic she had a clear view of him. She fired twice into his upper body and he slumped onto his back and remained motionless. Although she had no doubt that Bidaya would also have jumped back in alarm he was still hidden from sight.
Just four minutes and eighteen seconds were remaining.
Keeping low she moved silently forward until she reached the front right of the desk and crouched on one knee. In the local language she said, "Hello Mister Bidaya, this is Miss Henderson and I've come to continue where we left off."
Until that moment he would not have known the identity of his assailant and her purpose was to disorientate him with the shocking realisation.
The most strategic position is to be behind a quarry so she moved silently across to the other end of the desk and around to his side. In the lens she saw him on his knees staring blindly in the dark towards the direction that he had last heard her voice.
A kill must always be effected without hesitation when a clear opportunity is presented, but for the first time she disobeyed that rule.
His gun arm was extended ready to fire and her foot lashed into it above the elbow. His pistol disappeared into the darkness and clattered against a wall. Her stiffened left hand chopped into the side of his neck and he fell to his right. With her full weight she put her right knee into the small of his back and levered up his right arm beyond its maximum elevation. He screamed in agony when the tendons snapped as it was ripped from its socket.
She spoke quietly. "Before I put an end to your evil life I just want you to know that I have taken a personal dislike to you and obliterating your existence will give me great satisfaction. Maybe it's the knowledge that you have destroyed the lives of many children when I can't have any of my own. Whatever the reason it really doesn't matter."
His muffled voice pleaded, "I can make you rich just tell me how much you want?"
"Unfortunately you won't live long enough to discover that I have already hacked your bank accounts and drained them into mine."
With venom in her voice she spat, "It would give me malicious pleasure to stay and inflict more pain upon you but sadly there isn't enough time."
She stepped back and squeezed the trigger twice.
As she strode towards the cover of the trees, the clock in her head continued to tick and she murmured, "Three, two, one, bang."
The flashes from behind cast a long shadow of her and a millisecond later the silence was rent as four mines detonated in unison. Each one had been placed at the foot of a load bearing wall and she turned to watch the house slowly collapse inwards. As the gas main ignited, a yellow flame leapt above the dust cloud and illuminated her expressionless face.
She turned and disappeared into the darkness.
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Martin opened his door of his apartment and Bella stepped past him with, "Pour me a large vodka Darling I'm going to take a shower."
As she walked away he enquired, "What did he say when you saw him?"
"He offered to make me rich."
Martin poured the vodka and placed the glass on a side table. He thought for a moment and then tipped some whisky into a glass for himself. He walked to the bathroom door carrying his glass and raised his voice above the hiss of the shower. "Why did he say that?"
"I think it was because he wanted to stay alive."
"And is he still alive?"
"No."
He froze and stood motionless. His hand clenched tightly around the glass and he raised it to his lips to gulp down some of the scotch. He returned to the lounge and sat down slowly. When Bella came in he was staring into space without expression.
A towel was wrapped around her when she settled into the sofa opposite him. She reached for the vodka and a third of it disappeared with one swallow before she sighed and said, "Now I feel better."
Then with an impish smile, "As I am naked under this towel it would be fun if you came over here and did naughty things to me."
Martin stared at her in disbelief and gasped, "Are you asking me to make love to you when you've just killed a man?"
"Several actually."
"You killed others as well? Jesus Christ I'm sorry but I can't handle this. I'm just an ordinary guy living in an ordinary world but you don't come from this planet. You're a beautiful sexy girl but I couldn't get it up right now if you pumped me full of Viagra. You scare the shit out of me, but what frightens me most is that I am now an accessory to fucking murder."
Bella gazed at him with a calm expression and replied, "In the first place they weren't murders they were executions. And secondly the trail is cold and you know nothing about it. I'm sorry that you've lost a client but you can keep all the money."
She took another sip from her glass before continuing, "Let me explain something to you. There are two of me. This is the real me and the one that disposed of Bidaya and his merry men was the other me. The other me doesn't love and doesn't hate and has no soul; she is just a machine that has been programmed to kill without emotion or fear. Each me is an entirely separate entity and they are never in this body at the same time.
The real me needs to be loved just like any female. Please Martin I've had a hard day's night and I desperately need someone to love me."
Martin's mind was churning in confusion because he became aware that the bizarre situation was thrilling him. He was in the company of a beautiful young female who was appealing for his affection, and yet she was a cold blooded killer. He was frightened of her but at the same time she excited him.
He arose from his chair and crossed over to hers. As he settled beside her she placed her hand on his cheek and turned his head so that their lips were close. She murmured, "Forget about the other me, she's gone back to Hades and she won't disturb us."
Her mouth closed over his and as she kissed him she dropped the towel from her breasts. She drew back far enough to whisper, "I love having my tits played with."
He raised his hand to gently cup a breast and her nipple was a firm protrusion pressing into the palm of his hand. He caressed it gently and she gave a tiny gasp. A beautiful girl who was capable of killing him with her bare hands was sexually aroused by his touch.
She leaned further back and it was an invitation to nuzzle her breasts. He took each hard nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking and gently nipping with his teeth and she breathed, "That feels nice."
The towel was across her lap and he tossed it away and placed a hand on her thigh. Her legs opened invitingly and his fingers crept upwards and gently twirled in her pubic hair. The scent of bath oil was mixing with the acrid aroma that was arising from her impatient vagina and he greedily sucked in the animal smell.
He felt her hand pull at his zip and delve inside and she withdrew his stiffened penis.
Her thighs opened wider and she moved her hips impatiently as she waited for him to caress her tingling crevice, but he continued to move his fingers around it. He looked down and her engorged vaginal lips were protruding with excitement. She muttered, "If you don't stop teasing me and stick your fingers in my cunt soon I'm going to rip your dick out by its roots."
He decided not to test her threat and slid his finger into the sopping folds and searched for the sensitive spot. He found the tiny rough area on her vaginal wall and caressed it gently with the tip of his forefinger. She reacted instantly and arched backwards with a groaning, "Oh yes."
He continued to finger the spot and bent his head so he could suck a nipple at the same time. Bella was squirming in ecstasy and released his penis to clutch his wrist with both hands. Her voice was uneven as she pleaded desperately, "Don't make me come, I don't want to come yet," and then in a shriller tone, "Oh fuck it's too late so don't you dare stop."
From the back of her throat came a desperate moan and Martin felt her drenched hole tighten on his finger as her body jerked and twisted with delicious agony. Her orgasm lasted several seconds but eventually she slumped limply in the chair. Martin withdrew his finger carefully and as he did so Bella lifted it to her lips and sucked the stickiness from it.
Her eyes were heavy and black when she said softly, "You certainly know your way around a girl's pussy. You must have had a good education."
"My wife was born in this country."
His answer was sufficient and she gave a satisfied nod. She had recovered her composure and announced, "One of us seems to have too many clothes on so kindly remove all of yours."
He stripped quickly and Bella got on her knees and shuffled between his legs. He still had an erection and she surveyed it admiringly. "You certainly weren't at the back of the queue when they were handing these out."
Martin closed his eyes as her tongue slithered down and around his stiff organ and the situation quickly became critical. Bella was aware of it and lifted her head to say, "Okay the choice is yours; missionary, doggy, up against the wall, you name it."
He replied in a calm voice, "I'd like to rape you."
Bella blinked in surprise and Martin saw that for the first time she was lost for a reply. Eventually she said, "Do you think I will let you?"
"I was hoping you might co-operate and promise not to kill me."
In a chiding tone she said, "So rape is your fantasy you naughty man."
Martin replied indignantly, "No it isn't, but you raped me and I'd like to get even."
She stared at him in silence for several seconds, and then her expression slowly changed from confident to one of apprehension. From her kneeling position she sat down on her bottom and began to shuffle away from him. Her voice was tremulous when she whimpered, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'd like to go home now, please let me go home?"
Martin climbed to his feet and stood over her. She was cowering away from him so convincingly that for the first time he felt in control. He put a snarl into his voice and growled, "Open your legs and show me your cunt."
She was still shuffling backwards with her knees pressed tightly together and pleaded, "I don't want to and please don't hurt me. Let me go home and I won't tell anybody about this."
Martin was beginning to enjoy himself and knelt in front of her. This time his voice was menacing when he said, "I told you to open your fucking legs so open them."
She continued to back away from him until she came up against the other sofa and could go no further. Her knees were still pressed tightly together as she whined, "I thought you were a nice man, why are you being so horrible?"
Martin reached forward and put his hands between her knees and forced her thighs open. She squealed and cried, "What are you doing, please stop."
He was now really into it and snarled, "I'm going to lick your cunt you pathetic sad bitch."
She was trembling uncontrollably and sobbed, "Please don't, I've never let a man touch me there I've always been a good girl."
Martin pushed her thighs further apart and lowered his mouth to her closed slit. At the first touch of his tongue she gave a sharp cry and squealed, "Please stop, you shouldn't be doing this."
With his fingers either side he stretched her slit wide and pushed his tongue deep into the soft pink crease. Almost at once he felt her juices flow but she continued to gabble, "Please stop this is so wrong."
When he flicked her clitoris with his tongue she jumped and gave a tiny shriek. He caressed it with the tip of his tongue again and suddenly she clasped his head with both hands. He became aware that she was no longer asking him to stop.
By now he was desperate to fuck her and rose to his knees. He held his throbbing penis towards her in a threatening gesture and growled, "Guess where I'm going to put this?"
Her eyes opened wide in horror and she gasped, "Oh no it's much too big and it will hurt me. I'm a virgin so please be careful."
Martin was now completely into the roll-play and the fact that she had asked him to be careful rather than stop altogether convinced him that she really wanted to be fucked.
When he attempted to climb on top of her she put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away. It was time for brute strength so he seized her hands and forced them to her sides. He now had her at his mercy and as he pushed his penis deep inside her he found it surprisingly wet and receptive. As he began to pound his cock into her she cried, "Oh God you're really doing it to me."
He was so excited he knew it was going to be a quick orgasm so he let go of her hands and grabbed her body to him tightly. As he drove his rigid staff into her with vigorous thrusts she was begging pitifully, "Please stop it's so wrong, I've never done anything like this before," but when his thrusting became so violent that he exited completely, her hand immediately grabbed his penis and pushed it back in again.
Suddenly her legs and arms wrapped around him and her fingers gouged into his back. She gave a shrill cry and her pelvis jerked convulsively.
The excitement of her coming even though she was being raped was too much for Martin and he climaxed immediately. As he ejaculated he could hear himself snarling like an animal. He was also conscious of a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Finally his orgasm subsided and he rolled down to the floor and onto his back. He was still panting heavily when Bella slid down beside him. She whispered, "That was exciting wasn't it. I don't know why women complain about it, I think being raped is fun."
He turned to her and replied, "You're such a good actress I was convinced that I was actually raping you. Did you honestly enjoy it?"
"Didn't you feel me come? That wasn't acting and you really turned me on. Incidentally your shoulder is bleeding and I'm sorry about that but you got me so excited I was a bit too passionate."
Martin became aware of the pain and squinted sideways. "You spiteful bitch I can see your teeth marks."
Bella giggled and climbed on top on him. She first kissed his wound and then his lips and said, "That was a just love bite you big baby. You should be proud that you got me so excited."
An hour later Bella put her arms around his neck and looked deep into his eyes. As she kissed him she murmured, "I want to come and see you again so please don't forget about me."
"Forget about you? How could I ever forget you? You are the most unforgettable person in the whole world."
He waited until she waved as the lift doors closed.
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The morning was grey and drizzly as Bella walked along Lombard Street and turned into the bank entrance. The door at the far end of the hall was marked, "Staff only," and the lock clicked open when she swiped her card. The corridor was quiet as she made her way to the private lift and pressed the button. When the lift opened at the basement level she walked the few paces to the heavy oak door and pressed her right palm against the scanner. She waited the few seconds for the scanner to blink green and pushed the door open.
Miss Davies was wearing the same blue dress and her hair was dragged behind in the usual bun. Without looking away from her computer screen she said, "As always you are late Bella. Madam said to go right in."
Bella walked to the other door and entered the windowless room. The air conditioning was hissing softly but the musty smell lingered. She sat down in the straight backed chair and waited while Madam perused a file. The woman behind the desk dressed in black was in her fifties and wore a man's suit with white shirt and dark blue tie. Her short grey hair was cut in masculine style with a parting.
Finally she looked up and smiled without warmth. "Good morning Bella and congratulations on a successful assignment. However you know how I despise untidiness and I understand your finished work resembled a war zone. Was that really necessary?"
Bella sat impassively without replying and Madam sighed in resignation. She handed a file across the desk and said, "This is your next assignment and you have one month to rest up and prepare. Good morning."
As Bella strolled back along Lombard Street the sun was trying to peep through the grey clouds.
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Title: Friday Night, Neighbor Fun
Tags: gay, cum inside, neighbor, stud, blowjob, oral sex
The following story is fictional and written for entertainment purposes.
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It was a rainy dusk Friday night, light barely still visible slanting through my window where I was just laying out on the couch. Watching Netflix, horny, and bored out of my mind when my phone rang for a text.
"Hey man, you busy?"
It was from my smoking hot neighbor, I had just moved in a couple weeks ago and he had helped with a lot of it. He was coming home and tag teamed all the furniture and heavy boxes for me which was a big relief. And he was a big dude! Dark black hair, 6'5", lots of hair on his chest and arms, and built like a rugby player with big arms, thick legs, and a tank of a torso and stomach. Almost the opposite of me, with red hair, pale skin, skinny, not a lot of hair on my body, but a bigger ass and an average sized cock.
I sent back, "not really what's up?"
Immediate reply, "wanna come over? I'm bored just hanging out and you seemed chill."
I waited a couple minutes to seem not too eager before saying yeah and throwing my tennis shoes on. I figured my tee shirt and athletic shorts would be appropriate to hang out.
I knocked on the door and heard his big frame walk over to the door and open it up. The door opened to a big smile on his face and my mouth almost hit the floor since he was shirtless and wearing athletic shorts!
"come on in, grab a seat on the couch, you want a beer?" He asked as I walked in and gathered myself together.
"Uh yeah that'd be awesome." I said trying to stay cool still while glancing around and checking him out at the same time.
I sat on the couch and he sat on the other end handing me a beer. We clinked the bottles and drank as we made some small talk while some tv show whispered in the background.
"Hey man you good?" He asked out of no where.
"Uh, yeah why?"
"Cause you are like rock hard!" He said chuckling a little and pointing at my crotch.
"Oh Jesus!" I exclaimed going red as I realized I was diamond hard sitting next to him and checking him out!
"haha don't worry man really." He said.
"Really? Why not?"
"Cause I knew you'd be checking me out, you're not very subtle! Besides I've been checking you out too." He said very cool while sipping his beer like he just told me it was raining outside.
"You're gay too?"
"Well bi, prefer girls, but something about being with a guy really gets me going.."
"Wow I had no idea."
"well at least you look happy about it..." he said nodding towards my shorts again.
"Well I guess if I'm not that subtle anyway, yeah I've been checking you out since we met. You're like my dream guy!"
"Haha back at you."
"In that case..." I said leaning over a little trying to make a move, I swear my heart was beating so hard he could probably see that through my shirt too.
Luckily i I felt his bulk shift towards me, his large hand drift over my shoulder and to the back of my head as he pulled me all the way into him and our mouths connected. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues pushed against each other. My hand on his big chest and his arms wrapped around me. Our kisses got deeper and deeper as I felt like I melted into his side.
We broke for a couple seconds, our breath ragged and I glanced down at his bulge. "Fuck your cock is just as big and thick as the rest of you huh?"
"Wait til you get me full mast..." he said into my ear before sucking my neck and tickling my ear with his tongue. I found my hand rubbing his chest and abs while he kissed me all over, my other hand gripping his waistband pulling it down just a little.
His hands pulled my shirt up and over my head and started to lick and bite my nipples, chest and the front of my neck. I felt his strong arms gently lifting me so he could grab my ass too. God this big, burly man made me feel so sexual and at his control. His hand drifting down the back of my shorts at the same time my hand went down the front of his.
His hands kneaded my ass while I used hands to pull his cock out and stroke him. He must have been 8-9 inches and thick as the beer bottle we'd forgotten about.
Our lips met again as I whispered to him that I wanted to "suck his big fucking cock!" With that I stood up and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and kicked him to the side so I was nude except for my sneakers. He pulled his shorts the rest of the way and over to mine too. I dropped to my knees between this burly man as he spread to accept me. I was so turned on by his big frame and cock bouncing in front of me. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply while both my hands stroked him again.
He leaned all the way back and nodded to me as if to say go ahead and I leaned forward my breath warming his cock. I started at the base at his balls and shaft and let me tongue drift up along the big vein that snuck around his shaft. I heard him deeply moan above me and felt proud I could satisfy him. I leaned over his head once I got there with my tongue and circled his head several times, eventually starting to drop my lips around him and accept him into my mouth.
"Fuck I knew you were a little cock sucker..." he said and I moaned back. "I knew you were gonna be a slut for me..." another moan for him. "I'm gonna cum right down that pretty throat, make you my cum slut too." Another moan for him.
I got so turned on by his words I started to really suck his cock sooner than I wanted to, I expected to hold off and tease him but I couldn't resist! I started working his lower shaft and balls with my hands, my drool dripping down to lube him up as I sucked up and down, slobbering on his cock. I moaned and slurped so he could enjoy the show and sounds.
"Fuck cock sucker I'm gonna cum, fuck you are incredible!" He moaned, his voice getting louder with each word until i felt him cock start to swell and pulse and finally shoot his cum into my throat! I clamped my lips and sucked and squeezed his shaft with my hand to push every last drop out. I listened to him moan and squeeze my hair and his legs and whole body tense as he pumped load after load into my mouth. Finally I felt his body relax and I swallowed the last of his cum and popped off giggling a little.
"God you can cum!" I said as he chucked a little.
"Yeah? Let's see how you cum!" He said smirking a little at me as he helped me off my knees, then pulled me to sit in front of him, but between his legs. I could feel his semi hard, but thick warm cock against my lower back. I had both hands on his knees and thighs and pressed against him as I felt his hands reach around and start playing with my cock. His large hands manhandled my cock and balls expertly, he lifted his hand and I sucked his fingers to make them wet before he went back to stroking me. I was moaning and writhing instantly at his touch and was so turned on it took like two minutes before I was letting him know I was going to burst!
My legs shook as he pointed my cock at my chest and let me explode all over myself. Our lips found each other again as I came all over myself. His fingers played with my cum, feeding it to myself between our kisses which turned me on so much. I turned around to sit on his lap and we kept kissing, I used my hand to get him fully hard again as I felt his hands on my ass. His fingers drifted into my crack and I moaned as he started to circle my hole with his finger.
"I cannot wait to fuck this tight, tight ass!" He exclaimed as he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle, getting an excited moan out of me.
"You can fuck me however you want with this cock!" I moaned kissing him again and stroking his cock harder.
He moved another finger into me and I could feel myself open up and accept him. He kissed me one last time then rolled me to the side and laid me on my back. His hands gripped the back of my knees and pushed them up to my chest and I watched his head disappear between my legs, push my cock to the side and felt his tongue push into me! "God yes!" I moaned as he licked and sucked my ass all over, making me feel like a girl he was about to plow, which was pretty accurate!
He was getting me really worked up and open and wet and I could tell you was going to fuck me furious and fast and wanted me extra ready. He must have spent 5 minutes licking and opening me up before I saw him come back up and move me onto my hands and knees. I looked between my legs and arched my back as he went to town on my ass again, his big, ominous cock waving between his legs like a clock I was mesmerized. Soon I felt him smack each of my ass cheeks with his hands and lean up and I felt his hot, hard cock slide up and down my crack, poking a little at my hole.
"You think you're ready?"
"Yes please fuck my ass Daddy!"
"Good little cock sucking slut..." he said as I felt his cock push into me. It was incredibly thick and filling feeling, but all of his tongue and finger work had me let him in immediately! He slid halfway in and out and in and out and then just another inch at a time until I was taking his full length.
"Fuck I love this tight ass!" He growled behind me as he began to pick up the pace. His hands gripped my thighs and hips as he fucked me into another dimension. I arched and moaned for him as he used me. His balls were so heavy and long they slapped against my taint, balls, and cock. I reached down and started to play with myself and didn't last long until I came in my hand. He loved that and I felt him lean over and really drive his cock into me. Soon he was growling and moaning into my ear that he was going to come into my wet, tight ass. I told him to breed me and with that he started to explode inside of me, his cock cumming like he didn't just cum 30 minutes ago.
My legs shook as he slow stroked his orgasm out inside of me I gripped his forearms next to my head and let him subside, slowly fucking me as we calmed down. He kissed my upper back and neck and I moaned until he slipped out and I used the bathroom.
"That was fun neighbor, I'm going to invite you over a bunch more!" He said chuckling with that big smile on his face.
"I think I could be into that!" I said as I sat down next to him again and we drank some more and kissed and watched tv until we passed out draped around each other. | literotica |
(MtF Sheep)
Mercer was a bit nervous, getting dragged to the Stonewall Estate by his girlfriend Gwen. The estate was having a big ballroom party, but Mercer was more of the sit at home and relax sort of person when it came to having a good time. His own family was quite wealthy, but he had never gone to any of their own parties either. Gwen was a hard woman to say no to though- she was quite large for a woman, being a bit taller than Mercer himself and her long black hair was violently wavy to the lower half where it turned to huge loose curls. Mercer was dressed in formal black shirt and pants with a white vest on over it with a bit of a tail on it. He was used to wearing rather stuffy outfits as a sacrifice for looking so damn good though. And he got to see Gwen dressed up at least too- in a long sleeveless gold gown and a scarlet lilly in her hair.
She paused on the inside of the door and twirled to grin at Mercer. "And this is why there is no need to be nervous."
She motioned over a large table in the foyer absolutely covered in masks. It was a masquerade ball- everyone had to wear a mask to get in, so no one would know the true identity of anyone else there. Mercer's own family had a few magical artifacts in its possession so he was able to sense the presence of mana lingering over the table- some but not all of the masks were enchanted with some sort of spell. Gwen quickly spotted the mask she wanted- go figure, it was the strangest one. It was a full face mask of some sort of demon, but it had been long ago shattered in half- only half the mask remained. Mercer chose a small mask, thinking it the least obtrusive but was surprised by its weight- the inside of the mask was lined with a mirror--like material. It only covered his eyes and nose- it was made to look like the face of a lamb.
The estate was lavishly decorated, and the ballroom was bigger than most normal folk's entire homes. There looked to be nearly a hundred people attending- though few were dancing this early on.
Gwen smiled with a mouth of unusually sharp teeth. "So, want any punch? I am sure someone has spiked it already, so it will actually be half decent."
"I should be getting you drinks not the other way around."
Gwen raised and wagged her index at him. "Ah, ah. Your forgetting the masks."
"Huh?"
"We aren't our normal selves here, it's a masquerade! Roleplay a little."
Mercer smiled and went along with it. The most obvious sign he first seen of the magic working was someone caught in the middle of a laugh let out a 'haaw' like a donkey bray. When Mercer looked over, the first thing he noticed was that they were wearing a donkey themed mask. So roleplay really is the theme of the night- enchantments included. Mercer started to lean into his role then. When Gwen returned with the drinks he happily accepted and then moved close to her, but made no moves and waited for her to speak before responding. Mercer immediately noticed himself feeling a bit more energetic as he acted more sheepish in Gwen's presence. The transition was so seamless he could not tell if it was because it was an unusually refreshing change, acting like someone completely different while disguised, or because the mask was actually altering him. Gwen asked him to dance and Mercer did not hesitate- being born into a wealthy family he had been taught how to dance gracefully already so he had all the confidence in his ability to.
As they twirled and bowed to the music though, Mercer noticed he was getting smaller. He seemed to be shrinking quite quickly, but a look around revealed he was only half right. He had gotten a bit smaller- Gwen had gotten a lot bigger! The strap on one side of her gown snapped as the muscles in specifically her right arm were now bigger, and plainly visible. Well that was a bit unusual. He supposed because her mask was shattered in half, it was only affecting half her body. In any other situation he may have been worried of anyone seeing her in this state, but looking around she was far from the only abnormality. There was one woman who had to stop dancing because she had become so tiny compared to her partner that they couldn't pull it off anymore. A woman turning into a bunny who had to stop because her now huge feet were getting stepped on. Then there was a donkey dancing with hippo woman, both stumbling around on feet not at all suited for dance and laughing at each other and having fun in spite of their inability. Not everyone seemed to change at the same pace- it seemed to be how accurately they played their roles. Mercer felt light headed as he twirled around with Gwen leading their dance. Rather than worry about his slight weakness, he simply leaned more onto Gwen. They managed to make it to the end of the song before Mercer stumbled out of his shoes because his feet had transformed.
Mercer's ankles had raised up as his feet stretched. His toes compacted together, forming into two large toes in the front while the big and pinky toe regressed in the back, being left behind as the foot stretched so they no longer touched the ground, but were still relatively close. All four digits were encapsulated in keratin as nails fused together and spread then thickened greatly into cloven hoof segments- turning black as they became more dense. Luckily Mercer was a graceful person, and adapted to the small surface area on which he had to stand now. His feet clacked lightly on the marble floor which made him feel more femanine- it was a sound not unlike that of high heeled shoes. Gwen lead him around, acting mischievous and looking to prank others now, she was continuing to get more muscular and her nails turned to claws. Mercer just followed along loyally- not participating but not stopping her either. Their devilish actions found Gwen flinching as horns broke the surface near her temples. Before growing out; the blood and feeling had drained from the areas the horns grew from, so she could not feel the skin break, and did not bleed. Gwen could still feel the horns growing, but it was through the movement of bone as the material of her skull expanded and stretched into the horns! Gwen's horns were somewhat narrow and started to curve down as they grew, and were still in the early stages of growth however.
Mercer's smaller body felt more lithe and womanly, though oddly his clothing did not become loose- in fact it fit more snug than before! He felt new muscle encapsulate his tailbone, but it did not seem to grow out at all- it just become a fat nub he could wiggle at will- and it was no trouble at all to pop it out over his pants, barely noticeable. Sheep do not have much of a tail at all. Mercer became a bit absent minded as he felt his penis and balls start to shrink more than the rest of his body had- and Gwen did not slow her pranking spree so he ended up losing her in the crowd for a time. Mercer slipped away into the bathroom and went to pee, mostly as an excuse to take it out and look at what was happening to it. Sure enough, his balls shrank to the size of grapes and his penis no more than two inches long. Still it shrank more- embarrassingly the reduction felt quite good. A sort of pleasurable tingle that made him squirm a bit from its unrelenting. Rather than regress with it- the nerves were just getting bunched up, preparing to be repurposed, not discarded. He felt an odd inward pressure, focused behind his scrotum- it almost felt like something slowly sliding into his body in a passage that did not exist- it was actually the feeling of the passage itself forming within. By the time his marble-sized balls were popped up into his torso by his tightening scrotum, they were already turning to ovaries. The scrotum continued to pull tighter, popping apart painlessly at the seam as the soft creased skin now became the inner labia! The vagina had already formed behind it, so as soon as the scrotum divided the passage was fully opened to the outside! His penis continued to shrink away- and since no one else was in the bathroom he decided to touch it and enjoy the pleasure it was already giving him regardless. He could only get two fingers and his thumb around it- the forskin now too long to expose the head even fully erect. Then he could only hold it between his thumb and index- and then only rub the head as it continued to shrink away. He had to touch it lighter and lighter as the nerves bunched up into the smaller form- which caused him to touch more nerves at a time than before, making it too sensitive to be rough with. It felt like the skin was pulled in two different directions as it shrank away into him- this was the division of the urethra from what had been the shaft- so that it now sat in the growing depression that was his inner vulva. 'He' was officially a 'she' now- at least during the party. The remnants of the head was now the clit- the foreskin now its hood. As she took her hand away a bit sad to see her old genitals go even temporarily, she noted her fingernails were turning dark and thickening as well- she would be without hands soon too.
Mercer tried to find Gwen, but only managed to find traces of the chaos she was sewing and gave up- not wanting to get lost herself in the crowds she stuck mostly to the ground floor. The huge hall had a second level that was the same space-- at the top of huge curved stairs on either side. Gwen was likely up there, since she was quite larger now and hard not to see, Mercer would have found her otherwise. Her ears started to grow larger and leaf shaped. New muscles formed in the base to allow them to pivot around, but the ears continued to grow larger to the point where the muscles could not keep up- and the ears flopped down to hang on either side of her head. Mercer could still move them, but not hold them up for more than a half second at a time because of the weight.
She glanced up at the balcony of the second level. "Gwen? Heeieeh!" She paused at the odd sound she had made. "Gweeheen, where aaeehre.... baaah!" Mercer quickly closed her lips tightly!
She already did not want to call out for the attention it would draw, but on top of that she was starting to bleat like a sheep! Her shirt sleeves were feeling more and more snug too, which made her feel a bit exposed. Mercer used her stiffening hands to rub her arms through the sleeves and was surprised to find there was no sleeves! She looked down and had to prod herself a few times to figure out what had happened. It still looked like there was sleeves there, but there was not. There was the start of sleeves at her shoulders but then it fused with her skin and became indistinguishable. The black ended at her wrists but was part of her actual arm- the fabric had become an ultra fine black fur on her! Mercer bleated again in surprise and wobbled over, having to catch herself on a nearby table because of the feeling in her legs! Her black pants were now doing the same thing, tightening and merging with her flesh on her legs from the bottom up! Her heart started to hammer quickly at that thought- if her pants became part of her body... her sex will be exposed. She had completely failed to notice it before in the guests that had turned faster than her- there was no ruptured clothing around. The clothes changed with them, becoming part of their body! The donkey had one gold-encased hoof with a sigil made of tiny cogs on it! It had been wearing a watch. The clues were all there for Mercer to have seen, but she was too caught up with herself and Gwen for it to register.
As if sensing her distress, Gwen jumped down to Mercer from the balcony- slamming into the floor hard enough to cause the nearby tables to jump a half inch. Gwen was huge now! Her body muscular, but mostly upper body- and her right arm specifically looked like it belonged on a creature twice her size! Her right arm along almost had equal mass to the entire rest of her body, extremely hugely muscular and riddled with veins! Her legs seemed mostly unchanged, only slightly muscular. Because of her lopsided changes, she actually had to hold herself up with the giant arm because it was too heavy to lift. Her left horn never grew any more than it already had, but the right one continued to grow in a long arch, ending behind her in a three quarters circle. The red lilly Gwen had in her hair seemed to melt into it- leaving her with a large streak of scarlet hair where it had been that was a bit longer than the rest of her hair. She had a long fang on her bottom right jaw that stuck out of her mouth as a proto tusk. The mask was also fused to her face- the dark material veining slightly to blend with her flesh but not too far from where it started, and it moved and flexed with the rest of her natural face. Her voice was echoed onto itself- her normal voice and then a much deeper version of her own voice both spoke at the same time. She immediately commented on how cute Mercer looked and patted her head, holding her close to shelter the view of her body from the other guests. Mercer's fretting stopped almost immediately and her thoughts wandered elsewhere, completely forgetting her worry right away. Sheep are herd animals- they get nervous when there is no one to follow. Mercer felt her mask after seeing what became of Gwen's, and sure enough she could feel where it started, but could not divide it from her face. The mirrored side was now part of her, and the mask itself was slowly becoming her true face.
Mercer quietly bleated as his wrists deformed and her hands stretched, compacting from the sides to become long and narrow and then started to compress, shortening and thickening while keeping the rounder structure. Like her feet, her thumb and pinky regressed more than the others, completely consumed by the hoof segments to make dew claws and the rest formed the two primary hoof segments. The feeling of the bone shifting was much more obvious in this because she was balancing her weight on the table when they shifted- causing her upper body to jostle slightly with each shift of the structure it was balancing with. She stretched and tensed her legs as if trying to squirm away from the changes of her pants becoming her- but obviously the changes followed. Her pant legs were already becoming part of her, so there was no squirming free of them. Gwen slapped her rump causing Mercer to bleat and give her a half-hearted dirty look, but then a glint of gold caught her eye.
"Heeieey! Those eaahrings don't go weeieeth your roaaahle."
Gwen looked surprised, touching her non-giant hand to them. "Oh, yea, you're right."
Mercer smiled a bit as Gwen started to take them off. "Meieh! Leeeht meeieh have theehem!"
Mercer did not have pierced ears, so rather than put them on normally, Gwen just smiled and pressed the earring onto his big floppy ears and the gold squirmed away, spreading across the skin- immediately fusing with her. They did not fuse with Gwen because they were inappropriate to the role she was playing, but now that Mercer was female- they adhered to her. The tiny emerald in each remained framed in gold at the very tip of the ear, the rest formed an elegant gold filigree embedded in the flesh of her ears. Even if she had been able to lift her ears before- she definitely could not now with gold embedded in it. The mask started to spread on her head now- spreading darkness to her ears, turning the flesh black and causing a super fine black fur to grow on it, and then advance on the face. Her lips turned black first, then the end of her nose. As Mercer bleated at the hollow pops her nose gave off as the bridge expanded wider, her voice raised several pitches.
Her pants had finally started to finish their fusion with his torso, her pussy now clearly visible to everyone who looked. It was like watching her rump emerge from a pool of black ink. As the last traces of the pants became flesh and fine black fuzz, her pussy started to change shape- the tightness of the pants now persisted in her skin! The taint started to compress, dragging her vulva and anus closer together till they were practically touching. Her outer labia started to inflate, becoming very pillowy and completely obscuring her clit within! It inflated till it vaguely resembled a fortune cookie made of soft rubber! Mercer gasped as she looked down at herself and in a burst of change, her ribs cracked and spread, but her white vest also compressed back on it. The two smushed together to become one, but the white material of the vest also bled downward- consuming more of her body than it had covered. Even though the two had become one- her nipples were not visible, having been regressed to nothing below already. Instead- two tiny nubs formed in her crotch. Mercer could not stop letting out subdued, breathy bleats- any sound she tried to make came out as a bleat, and with all the strange feelings in her body it was impossible to just not make sound. Her rear hooves clicked on the floor below her as she fidgeted, shifting her weight from on to the other while the changes happened.
The stiff nubs in her crotch started to jostle slightly as two soft hills formed below them, quickly swelling out with jiggly soft, rubbery skin. The stretching of the skin triggered new born pleasure nerves which caused Mercer to bleat louder. Her face started to deform further- her lips pulling tight toward her nose as the end of it became level with her lips. Her nostrils were small but wide and her upper lip had a cleft leading into it. The seams of the mask slowly vanished entirely into her face as it started to stretch outward, pulling her skull more narrow! Her head wasn't expanding at all, so the longer it got the more narrow it became, creating a very narrow muzzle covered in ultra-fine black fur. She shut her eyes tight as the final changes to her head took place and her eyes grew slightly to match the former mask, and became almond shaped. She opened her eyes with a look of surprise in them, and her memories of who she was before blanked. She remembered her name and coming here but little else. Her pupils started to stretch sideways. Mercer forgot she was supposed to be male, or human, yet was still plainly aware she was changing. The white of the former vest now covered her entire body and the very start of her four limbs and stopped there, now no signs of it having been clothing. The jiggle mounds in her crotch swelled bigger and bigger, and it became more obvious that they were fused together as they stretched outward into a fat, round udder. It stopped growing when it was about the size of two softballs pressed together- which was a pretty good size on her smaller body. Because a sheep is so close to the ground, the stiff teats of its udder do not hang down, but stick out diagonally to either side so they can be reached from the side. The black of the former sleeves finished encapsulating the remaining skin as all hooves completed. Her pupils finished stretching out rectangles.
After a few seconds of silence, Mercer realized her changes were complete. Her attention span now more fleeting than ever- her thoughts unable to focus on any one thing. Unable to think of what to do on her own, she just clacked down onto all fours and stuck to Gwen, shadowing her movements. Sheep operate on one simple concept- follow the leader.
Gwen grinned a fang-filled mouth at Mercer and leaned over to scritch her upper back. "Oh, you aren't done yet~"
As if enticed by her touch, Mercer's fur started to grow longer, but only the portion that was white! It grew in extremely thick and pushed out longer and wavier. It formed a dense mat on her and then started to extend even further. Her body started to look like a pillow, and still it grew more! She started to bleat again as the fur started to feel like a full body hug. It grew so big and long that it started to obstruct her movement, and she felt quite hot because of it. It almost looked like a balloon inflating! Gwen was egging it on, making it grow beyond the normal bounds! The wool did not grow on her limbs at all, but became so huge that it was consuming her limbs regardless! Her little woolen stump of a tail wiggled frantically as the sheep started to worry. Her neck was so thickly encased she could not bend it! The wall of wool started to advance so far out that it was dragging on the ground under her, billowing far over over- and reaching the sides of her head before Mercer put together a long enough string of thought to know to squirm back away from Gwen's touch, which caused the growth to finally stop! Mercer looked like a giant walking pom pom! It weighed so much her legs became wobbly from trying to hold it all up!
Mercer's hooves clicked on the floor as she looked around- her neck could not bend with all the wool around her, so she needed to turn her entire body. Almost all the guests were full animal by now- which means basically no one was paying any attention to her thankfully. Several were having fun playing with their new animal forms, some had fallen so deeply into their roles that they forgot they were supposed to be anything but animals and simply wandered about. A few animals still propped themselves up on the railings or tables to do human things in spite of their forms, and a good portion of them had taken to having sex with one another openly in the hall. Without human morals there was nothing stopping them from acting on arousal, and since most people came here in pairs- they were with loved ones who were now effectively naked. Gwen seemed to somewhat cheat the system- her mask was broken in half, so she was the only guest who was still at least half human. That did not stop her from wanting to have some kinky fun with Mercer in her new form, and the look in Mercer's eyes told her that she was up for whatever Gwen wanted- sheep are followers, not leaders. Mercer had not noticed till now, Gwen had swapped genders as well- she was a he. His pectorals were large enough to almost be able to imitate breasts. Gwen's golden gown opened up to reveal it was not a gown at all anymore. The inside was lined with neon pink flesh, covered in pulsing veins! It was a pair of huge wings growing from his lower back! Only the outer facing side of the membrane still looked like a gown when the wings are wrapped around his torso! As soon as the wings opened up, his phallus flopped out without anything to hold it back! Very long and a bit narrow, the later half of its underside was lined with a row of long narrow, semi-stiff tendrils, and the phallus itself had a tapered end. Its movement immediately indicated he had full control over it, like a tentacle as it reached for Mercer. Gwen was right- it is fun to roleplay sometimes. | yiff-extreme |
Title: The Male's Scent: Bitter But Not Sweet by the roo
Tags: Bull, Canine, Cum, Gay, Lion, M/M/M/M, Muscle, Sweat, Wolf, smegma
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The room was all full of snickering, grinning bulky males as Mike; a clean arctic muscle wolf was dragged upstairs. He really wasn't the type for guy parties, but as he was being dragged, he looked around with his blue eyes with a nervous look. Even though he was obviously being taken against his will, none of them seemed to care. The further they took him upstairs, the more his nostrils seemed to burn with the smell of heavy male musk. Each of the males dragging him only mocked him as he was dragged into the room, their paws all over him as they tore and tugged at his clothes, "What are you doing?"
The room was filthy; there were clothes, jockstraps, and dirty underwear everywhere. The sheets were all over the bed and even on the floor along with used condoms spewing out thick puddles of old cum. It all made his skin crawl and his fur stand on ends. After a loud flush, the wolf watched as a tan bull blessed with a muscular build walked out of the single bathroom, stroking a uncut piece slab of meat between his legs, "Mm, hey Mike. Heard you had a problem having fun, letting loose you know...?" Mike met Mack only recently before, but he had never seen the impressive stud naked before. As the bull sat down on the bed, he grinned as he peeled back his thick foreskin. Mike turned away as he felt a thick musk hit his nose, layers of greasy cum and piss built up along the shaft. The two sweaty lions and the black wolf behind him peeled off their shirts one by one as the others held him down before shoving him to his knees in front of the bull, "No! NO!" Grabbing hold of Mike's jaw, Mack forced the wolf's mouth down over the thick smegma pasted onto the bull's cock. "Oh yeah Mike, you're such a little whore!" The wolf tried to push away the bull's hand as he gagged on the cock, trying not to taste too much of the cheesy build up.
The lion on Mike's right gave a deep chuckle, "Hey Mack, give the kid a breather..." The bull only grinned, "Sure..." Letting go, the lion grabbed the back of Mike's head before burying his muzzle deep into his sweaty drenched pits, washing it in the thick pubic fur under his arms. Trying to push away, the wolf's cries were muffled as his senses were flooded with the hot stink of lion stud. He felt a powerful paw squeeze his jaw and he was forced to taste the oily fur. As he drowned in the steaming stew of sweat, he felt something in the back of his head as thing started to get hazy. Like dogs on a meal, the other lion and the dark wolf were lapping at Mike's dirty foot paws, inhaling deep the stink of sweat before lapping at every toe like a delicious meal. The arctic wolf felt his resolve growing weaker as he struggled to breathe a bit of air through his muzzle, that bit of air drawling in the fresh lion stink into his nose. He couldn't help it as his nipples throbbed and his dick poked out from his sheath. He couldn't comprehend what was happening to him, what the foreign sensation was.
Mike was grabbed again, "Alright, enough of that for now." The wolf threw his palms down against the bull's side, but the male was powerful, gagging Mike again with the greasy build up. But this time as Mike's lips pushed back the slick build up in the foreskin, he nose was buried in Mack's bush crotch pubes which stank of firm male musk, like it hadn't been washed in a week. Nipples throbbing even harder and his red dog dick slurping from its sheath, he emitted an uncontrollable moan that caused his throat to rumble and drive the bull to squirt a bit of pre down the wolf's throat. "Mm, you really are a good little slut...you like it, don't you?" As the bull slowly removed his hand, Mike moved up the slimy, oily meat before observing it as the wicked thick foreskin rolled back up over the tipped head. With a curious paw, he slowly reached his finger and thumb around it before looking at the other four males in the room. Breathing nervously, he peeled back the foreskin, starring at the build up for only a second before putting his lips over the area and slurped on it. The taste was tangy but it quickly became familiar to Mike as he washed it with his rough canine tongue. Mack gave off a loud bull murr as he felt that tongue twirling the smegma around his warm prick. The dark wolf behind Mike suddenly stood up, "Hey, give me a little bit of that will ya...?"
Shaking with eroticism, Mike panted with excitement as he turned towards the other wolf, slightly confused because the male didn't have a foreskin. Chuckling, the black wolf turned his building knot to the side, revealing his sheath which was covered in the same build up as the bull's foreskin, covered in sweat and old cum, "Oh, were you looking for this?" Panting, Mike smothered his muzzle into the wolf's crotch, causing him to jump a bit, "Dang, feisty..." Mack chuckled hard as he stroked his foreskin, "You were too Dick." Curiosity hit the arctic wolf again, sniffing along the black wolf's crotch. The spicy scent of musk grew strong as his nostrils traveled down to the sweaty sheath. Dick growled playfully before his knees got weak, the new wolf lapping hungrily at the skin between his knot and his sheath.
Soon all the other male stood up around Mike as he gorged himself in the stink of males. Each one of them offered their cocks and he was happy to service each of them. As he tried to stand to take a sniff of Mack's sweaty pits, "Uh uh, you'll get more of that later..." Mike's shoulders dropped, a disappointed face spreading across his muzzle. Walking him to the door where the sounds of the party could be heard, "This is just going to be your initiation. If you want all of us, you're going to have to follow a few rules..."
Later that night when Mike got back to his dorm, he felt exhausted, overwhelmed. But after a few good hours, the hypnosis he had experienced was starting to wear off. He felt grimy, dirty, and used. Though as he made his way towards the bathroom, he had heated memories of burying his nose into pits and crotches, his dick throbbing between his legs again. He also remembered the rules, "First, don't wash your body except for your asshole, and even then you have to wash in a sink instead of the shower. And the second is no cologne or deodorant, NONE! Come back in a week and we might just give you what you want..." The wolf's heart pounded in his chest as his paw wrapped around the shower handle. He literally stood there for fifteen minutes with his red tipped cock bobbing between his legs. Paw slipping off the metal nub, he sighed as he wandered out of the bathroom and slipped into his bed.
The wolf lay there in the dark as he wondered about what happened to him that night. Even as his drunken skater cheetah roommate stumbled into the room he didn't make a sound. He watched as the feline kicked off his sneakers and just plopped into bed, passing out really fast. Mike's eyes focused right away on his roommate's red and white sneaker. He remembered how Nate didn't like to wear socks, so all the sweat from his foot paws just built up in his shoe. Heart pounding in his chest again, Mike slapped his paw over his eyes, thinking to himself, "No...I can't do that!" But the temptation got worse; the wolf slowly peeled his paw away before looking at the shoe again. Pushing his sheets to the side, he carefully reached down and picked up the laced material in his grip. Turning over in bed, he hides under the sheets as he presses his muzzle into the size fourteen sneaker before inhaling a deep cloud of sweaty cheetah foot paw. He exhaled quickly before he inhaled again and again, eyes rolling halfway into the back of his head. Overwhelmed by these new sensations, Mike sighed as he tweaked his nipples, slowly falling asleep with his nose in the soft, smelly craddle.
To be continued...? | FSE |
Title: Lost Friends by Onych
Tags: Adventure, Love, Romance, Stallion, Story Series
Lost friends
The high summit of the White Mountains was windy today. The power and force blowing snow and ice all around the caravan and its occupants like waves on a beach. They were all rapped up so all you could see was a pare of dark mysterious eyes. The men walked on the outside of the carts to protect them from falling off the edge or a surprise attack. The females rode in the carts, bundled with their young in big blankets. The clothes worn were that of middle class citizens, natural colors with little to no taters of frays. The cloaks of the men were mostly brown with black cloth covering their faces. The women the same minus white cloth covered their faces. The crest of there clan was etched in the side on the carts and on the cloaks as well. The crest consisted of a horse shoe print with a sword and arrows crossed in the middle. This let people know their class and occupation. They were guardians of the king's land and friends on the outlands as well. The caravan pushed on slowly, almost on the down hill side of the pass. They topped the hill and could see down in the valley below. I was just coming into spring and the flowers and the tree were blooming. The valley was painted in deep greens pinks and purples, with reds and yellows sprinkled in between them. To the south of the pass was the castle of the king, spiking out of the grown like a gray sword. It was huge, the largest castle in all the kingdoms from the blue sea to the sand hills. The leader of the caravan lifted his fist; the caravan came to a halt. He turned and pointed at two men on the left of the first cart.
"Sweep the road below, make sure it is safe." With a booming voice and a single motion of his fist the two warriors made haste down the trail.
"Sythe!" He called out over the caravan. A young warrior came to his side and stood at attention.
"Yes father?" The boy called out, his cloak wipping about in the cold wind.
"I want you to cover the left, but first tell Brohn to fall back and cover the rear." Another order and a wave of his hand and Sythe nodded and briskly walked back to the last cart. The leader then turned and motioned the caravan to continue moving. With a steady jerk the men pulling the carts sprang into action and fallowed. Sythe nodded his head to Brohn to confirm the order and ran up to new place. He looked ahead at his father and smiled under his cloak, admiring his natural ability to lead.
"I will be like him one day, one day." Sythe said to himself.
It was mid afternoon as the caravan started to reach the first groves of trees. The weather had changed from a windy cold hell to a warmer calmer day. Feeling the change in the air Sythe dropped down his face cover and removed his heavy cloak. He placed them on the cart he was walking next to and removed all of the heavy clothing, leaving him in only his brown loin cloth and his sword draped across his back, his fit young body now exposed to the world. An average height for his age but and beautiful horse to look at, his black fur shining in the sun and his in shape body rippling with every step. Many warriors fallowed him in removing their clothes, putting them on the carts and stretching their arms and breathing deep.
"We will rest here for a moment." The leader said with a low voice, noticing his warriors removing articles of clothing.
"How far are we Thrush from the castle?" A voice called from the back of the group.
"Three, maybe four hours." Thrush called back, still looking ahead. The two warriors returned to the caravan, they had removed their heavy clothes as well.
"Sir, the road is clear all the way to town, and the weather should be sunny all the way." The soldier snapped as stiff as a board while addressing Thrush, showing his discipline in his training.
"Good, take a rest and we will continue shortly." Nodding at the soldiers and turning back to look at the caravan, scanning it over to make sure everyone was accounted for. He looked over to his son who was getting a drink in the creek near by. Seeing an opportunity to talk to his son he started to walk over and stops behind him. Sythe was bent down cupping water in his hands and drinking it slowly as some water ran down his chin. He turned his ears to better hear the approaching horse, turning his head to see it was his father. Standing up he smiled at his father, and shook the water off of his hands.
"Water's nice and cold." He said as he wiped his face off and waited for an answer.
"Good, son I wanted to talk to you about what the ceremony will be like tomorrow. Now I know you have heard about it but there are some things you probably don't know." Thrush said with a very serious look on his face.
"Yes, what are they father?" Sythe chimed in, interested it what his father had to say.
"You know that tomorrow you will be knighted by his majesty and you will be given a place in his army. The things you don't know is that you will not see me for two years when you are given your assignment. I have put in a request that you do not serve under me for your first two years so you can learn respect for your fellow soldiers as well as develop your ability to be a leader." Sythe was taken back by the news and couldn't find any words to say. He stood there like a statue processing the news.
"I know this is a shock but don't worry, I will tell the king of your many skills and abilities so you might get a place on his royal guard." Knowing the news was hard to take Thrush smiled and tried to lighten the mood.
"I...wow...ah...thank you father." The words fell out of his mouth in blurbs and he couldn't hide his face of sadness. He couldn't imagine not serving under his father, he couldn't imagine not seeing him for two years. All this was so hard to take and made him a little weak in the knees.
"I hope you understand why I did this, my father did the same thing and I am now the general of the mountain clans. I did it so you can learn from the leaders in the kingdom to further you skills as a leader. It saddens me to see you like this but I promise it will work out in the end." Nodded and turned away from his son, hiding the ears in his eyes and he walked away. Sythe couldn't move, his heart was torn from the news. He would be all alone in the castle, if that's were he is placed. He slowly made it back over to the carts and tried to look happy, but didn't. The other soldiers looking at him, knowing the news he just received. With a booming voice his father called out the order to assemble and get ready to move out. Sythe quickly shook off the grief and returned to his post on the left of his father, knowing it was a long road ahead of him.
They reached the walls of the castle and continued around to the gate. The caravan was met by the sound of horns blowing in the towers to announce there arrival as the gate keeper called out that the general was at the gate. Slowly the gate fell and slammed against the ground, making a dull thud. The order was given by Thrush to move on and the caravan crossed over the bridge. The streets of the city surrounded by the walls quickly surrounded them as they pushed there way through. People were calling out to them to try and sell there goods. An array of species walked around, wolves and cats and Bovines and other horses combed the streets. Sythe had been here before but it still was over whelming and exciting to be here. His time he was not so enthused though, his mind was still stuck on the news given to him up in the pass. He knew that most of the men that were made to serve under the king in his royal guard never left the castle. He hadn't seen many of his friends that he grew up with in three or four years. His best friend went to join the army and ended up here and has never been back. The thought of his best friend only made his heart even sadder. He was absolutely in love with Onych his friend and was devastated when he got the news he was leaving to go to the army. He remembered how they would spend the summer playing in the trees and would fall asleep in the tall grass. A smile came to his face as he thought about he first time they made love. How it was snowing out side and this father was at the town meeting and he was supposed to stay home with Onych. They kissed for the first time that night, making Sythe true to Onych and not sleeping with anyone else since he left. With the thought of that his heart threw out a spark of hope, he was here in the castle and so was Onych. He might be able to see him, and if he was to be stationed here, he might get to work side by side with him. The thought put a big smile on his face and he picked his head up and walked so proud and excited all the way up to the palace.
The palace was a fine place to look at, and even finer place to live Sythe thought. He looked up and the ceiling and the cloth hanging from it. The hall they walked down was giant, stretching a massive thirty feet in the air. Soldiers lined the hall ever ten feet, dressed in armor that was shinny and impressive. He smiled at the thought that he might get to were one of those. A big hit with the men he thought and he stared at them. The group of men finally reached the doors at the end of the hall way and two guards opened them. They walked through into a room that was massive. It had many hall ways leading in different directions and each was marked by a sign next to it.
"General, you will be staying in the west hall, the rest of your men will stay in the north hall. Dinner is at nine and if you need anything there will be maids there to assist you." The guard said and saluted Thrush.
"Very well." Thrush motioned his hand and the guard bowed and left, he then turned and looked at his men.
"I will see you all at dinner, get some rest and get your stuff put away." The men nodded and with out a word started down the north hall way. Sythe was the last one to walk by his dad and he looked at him and smiled.
"See you at dinner." His happy mood made his father look at his strange but then he smiled back and turned to go down the hall to his room. Sythe hurried down the hall to get to his room to put his stuff up so he could start to search the castle for Onych. He hurried as fast he could with all of his stuff over his shoulder. When out of no were a big set of arms grabbed him and pulled him into the corner. Sythe was slammed up against the massive body and brought into a big hug, almost squeezing him to death.
"Huh, get off me, get off right now!" Sythe blurted out. Then the body spoke to Sythe and he froze, the voice was very familiar.
"Is that the way you treat you best friend?" It was Onych, Sythe couldn't believe it. He turned and hugged back not even looking up to see his face.
"I can't believe its you!" He said with excitement and he hugged into the massive horse. He then realized he scared the crap out off him and pushed out of his arms.
"You could have just popped out from around the corner instead of scaring me to death!" Sythe put his hands on his hips and tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't.
"You look so mad at me I can tell." Onych said sarcastically and reached out and pulls Sythe back into another hug.
"I missed you Sythe." He said holding him close.
"I missed you too."
They stood there and help each other for what seemed a long time when Onych broke the hug and looked down at Sythe.
"You don't have a boyfriend do you? Cause that would suck for me." He said smiling.
"No, I haven't had one ever since you left." The Statement made Onych smile even bigger.
"So it is safe to kiss you then right?" He reached down and locked lips with Sythe, not giving his a chance to respond. Sythe reached up and grabbed the back of his head and held him in the kiss, his tongue escaping his mouth and diving into Onych's. Onych picked up Sythe and laid him up against the wall. Sythe dropped his gear and rapped his legs around Onych's well build waste. The two horses were lost in the moment and two guards walked by and were startled at what they saw.
"HHMMM! Shouldn't you two get a room!?" Onych and Sythe broke the kiss and blushed and Onych let Sythe down.
"We were just on our way there." With a nod the two guards started down the hall. Onych looked at Sythe and started laughing.
"Grab your stuff and I will show you to your room." Still laughing he turned and started walking down the hall. Sythe quickly gathered his bag and started after him. Walking a little behind him to admire his body in his little loin cloth and how his white and red fur was almost perfect. Standing ten feet he was a big horse and had the equipment to match. Sythe always was so turned on by his body and his size, and how he could say anything and make it sound so hot.
Only standing seven feet Sythe was quite a bit smaller that his friend but he was also four years younger too. They had been friends for a long time and they were each others first. They would only get to yiff once or twice a month due to training but when they did it was absolutely amazing. Sythe could remember being so sore and hardly being able to walk the next morning after many of them.
Sythe ran up behind Onych and wraps his arms around his waist, throwing him off balance a bit.
"Gods, I missed your sexy ass so much!" Sythe smiled as he squeezed Onych's waist.
"I missed you too." He smiled and grabs Sythe's arms and pulled him to his side.
"Here you are, this is your room sexy." Onych pushes the door open and waves the young horse in.
"Would you like help putting your stuff away?" Onych said in a sexy tone.
"Mmm, yes please." Sythe inquired back, looking at Onych from over his shoulder. Both horses walked in the room and the door slowly closed behind them. | FSE |
Title: Guadalamencha; Bull Ring, Part1 by Ignacio
Tags: Albino, Anal, Bovine, Character Development, Exhibitionism, Fondling, Handjob, M/M, Masturbation, Musk, Sweat
Guadalamencha, a desert town of a so-so reputation; nothing special really. There was upper class, medium class and lower class, but that didn't really seperate the people. Upper class kept everything going, Medium class did most of the work and lower class kept servillance. A fine running machine, that everyone contributed in, yet that is self was the problem. Since every did every as expected it made the town boring and lackluster. Except for one thing: The Bull Ring. The greatest form of entertainment in the entire city as well as their prison. Let me explain, when a crimial is proven guilty he move to the bull rings holding pen, which has 30 foot tall walls covered in barb wire. Now if a criminal's sentence is longer that 25 years they have the option to wait it out or go to the ring. The guilty ones tend to choose the ring, which is open for the public to see. Now in that ring is a Cacti, or policeman/bullfighter, waiting for his prey. They are called Cacti because instead of guns they use whips and it really stings when they get a solid, full-body, lash on you. Anywho, the police have ropes, whips and clubs. Unless you were a kung-fu master, you were screwed, just like Miguel.
Miguel was a regular black bull with long thick horns and a mouth like you wouldn't believe. Earlier today, he cursed out the entire staff of his church. Everyone Nun there couldn't believe it and since the church is cavernous his exclamations reached the rest of the cathedral. Parents covered the ears of their children, elderly had heart attacks, and fellow sinners cheered him on, which is why they have so many bulls for this momentous occasion. There's usually only 2 or 3 a month, but that devil brought this town the 'Sunrise-Sunset Bull Fighting Marathon' with a never before heard of 50+ criminals to go to the ring. You see, Miguel doesn't usually goes to church and he decided to go for a service on day and the rest happened as such, he was heavily insulted and spoke of it on the spot with his, uh,...colorful speech.
Now Miguel was being held in a dark, dirty, large room with the other bulls, who were panicking somewhat. Miguel knew his fate long before he did this, but everyone else there just wasn't ready yet.
"Ay, dios mio. I can't believe I'm going down like this. I thought at least I would die peacefully on my deathbed with my beloved Maria, by my side.", said Antonio with a sigh. Antonio was a bulking angus bull, white and brown, with the heart of a poet. He never liked violence much less fighting, and believed that most battles could be won through words. "Now, I am to fight like a maniac before my final breathe? Fantastico..."
"Hey, at least we ain't dancing like some fools out there, eh?", Miguel brought to the table.
At first Antonio was silent, but then he chuckled. "I guess you're right, hombre. At least I can go down with a fight.", said Antonio semi-heroically.
Miguel laughed at his tone. He couldn't believe he was one of his fellow antichrists. 'Looks aren't everything, I guess', he thought. " 'Ey, I'm Miguel D. You?"
"Antonio Ave. Good to see you before we die."
"My pleasure, but I'm still getting used to the fact that there were this many people thinking like this. Makes me feel a bit more normal, ya' know? But I am sort of sorry for lighting all of ya'll fires and took all of you down with me. This was a solo mission. Realidad.", said the dark bovine, messing with his chest hair, lying on his back. Sprawling out without his shirt with the Cacti took from all the prisoners.
Antonio averted his long glance on Miguel's body before he answered. "N-No, no. Don't be sorry. We all felt that way. It was just a matter of time before we got a kick in the wrong direction."
"Oh, ok--wait."
"Sorry, feeling some stress here. Ya' know with the blasphemy, the arrest, the bullring..."
"....O.K., but seriously you need to relax."
"Relax? RELAX!! Hehehehe, Do you know what's on the other side of that door?!?
"3 Crooked Carniverous Cacti armed with metal tipped-whips, ropes and clubs. Unless they've changed the standard in the last two days, I'm right."
Now Antonio sat there trying to understand what was going on.somehow. Miguel watched this on T.V. recently, if not regularly, why would he commit such a crime to be here? Much less be completely calm about it while he's on the chopping block?!? "U-u-u-uh-um. C-could we change the subject for a bit. I'm not the best for gory situations.", mummered Antonio as he attempted to ignore the possibility of being whipped into a bloody pile.
"Lo siento, amigo. Mortitioner in training here. Let's talk about....uuuuh...T.V.?", Miguel is mostly a shut in except for a few books and T.V. Besides that, he doesn't know much else.
The white and brown angus is almost recovered from his panic-attack. He's still wondering how someone could be like that though study. But images were rolling back so he decided to talk about T.V. "Oye, do you know about that soap-opera that used to play a while back? It was, well, mostly corny, but I was the plot twists that I loved. Had a chameleon on it--"
" Ay, ay,ay! There was only one show that had a chameleon! 'Todos Nuestros Corazons'? I loved that show. Too bad it only got like a tenth of the ratings after the first episode. Only aired 1 season which had 22 episodes. The final episode was beautiful.", Miguel announced still messing with his chest hair.
"The only reason that show failed is because this country is stuck up.", said Ignacio Flores, a slim albino angus who cut of his horns and had a reputation of flirting with...just about anybody. His enterence to a scene rivals that of a flower parade. "Then again that's why I love it. All the royals make us look sofiticated, while the rest of us can just relax." Ignacio then got up and sat next to Antonio, slowly starting to lean on him, 'accidentally' rubbing his head under Antonio's chin. Antonio blushed and shyed far away from the flirt. Ignacio started to whine. "Come on, Tony let me rest on you. I had a hard night and I need some sleep."
Antonio was extremely shy around Ignacio, and it's Ignacio's fault. He was always pestered by Ignacio since they were young, but now that Antonio is so 'irresistable', Ignacio flirted with him every chance he got. You'd think the fact Antonio was dating someone would ward Ignacio away from him, but he was stubborn to get a positive result.
Miguel chimmed in saying, "You two know each other?"
Antonio blushed, making him look cute to Ignacio. "Um, sorta. Iggy here is half of the reason I'm shy"
"Am not! You were like that before I met you. Tambien, if it wasn't for me, you'd still be a mime! Your voice was non-existant until after 2 years of when I first met you. Sadly, I do miss it when you used to hold my arm to and from school in timidness...", said Ignacio defending himself with a sigh.
"Ya, ya!! Don't tell the world about that! People will start to think we're doing something other than casually hanging out."
"Like sex.", injected Miguel
Antonio face was almost blood red when he heard that, so his following word were as such, "W-w-well it's n-n-not like I'm a v-v-vir--"
Before Antonio could finish his rambling, a door to the bull fighting ring opened letting light, blinding most if not all the bulls who were held in the dark room since yesterday afternoon. Then a cowboy twirling a lasso threw it into the crowd and caught a lesser bull by his left horn. The small bull started to panic and tried to heave back into the room clawing at the floor, crying his heart out. The other prisoners let the boy slide slowly to his fate, either scared out of his mind, broken to any and all hope, or finally accepting it and waited for his turn. Nevertheless, the boy was confused, he cried out for help, but no one bothered to move. The cowboy then pulled out a whip and struck the boy three times, once on his arm, once on his lower back and finally on his face. With each strike the small bull writhed in pain, tears and blood being tossed around onto his fellow prisonmates, some cringing at the sight. Now that the boy resisted less it was easier to pull him away, covered in blood from the powerful whip cracks, paralyzed by pain. His eyes were still watering as he was pulled to his doom. As the door closed, most of them others went into the fetal position trying to be somewhere else. Others hyperventilated and passed out. Fear sticken in all that had feeling, compassion, a soul.
"You're a virgin, arent you?", Miguel urged on.
Antonio, Ignacio and the rest of the bulls were surprised at how well he was taking this, much less maintaining his emotionless. There wasn't any remorse at all on his face. Everyone was scared of Miguel now and most of them scooted away from him, muttering things like, 'El Diablo' and 'Heartless Bastard'. How could he not shed a tear for the boy?
Ignacio wanted to know how in the world he could be like this, so he continued to say, "Wow, you're one of a kind, aren't you?"
"Oye, I asked a question first.", Miguel said, peeved.
"Ya, ya. I, uh, well, haven't had......sex.....yet...", Antonio's voice got quiet at the end of the sentence.
The femme-esque white bull was shocked he hadn't know this. He thought maybe he and Maria did it at sometime, but apparently his Tony really is shy about that. "Oh, Tony, I didn't know you were so innocent. Why didn't you tell me? I would have done alot more than flirt with you if I knew you virgin. Ah, Tony come here someone needs a hug.", and to his surprise he wasn't pushed away. Antonio sort of needed some comfort and he was glad that Ignacio understood that enough just by looking at him. Too bad Ignacio ruined this moment by slowly working his hands to his butt. After that Antonio bolted away from him six whole feet away from him. "Iggy, please.", Antonio pleaded.
"Que disastro. I'm doing something wrong. I've told him he's got a great chest, great abs and a great ass to go with all that. You'd think he'd be used to it after all this time. Why is he still like this?", wondered little Ignacio.
"....I wish I had somebody like you to compliment my body...", Miguel said running his hand through his chesthair. Miguel realized now that it was uncomfortably warm and he started to sweat a long time ago, actually. His body now glistening in the dim light above them. "I find that,.....charming"
"Well, Miguel, you do have an excellent body...", Ignacio whispered as he went closer to Miguel beefy bod, craving for all that was Miguel, but he was awfully worn out due to a mixture of the heat and poor sleeping habits so he just said, "...You don't mind if I rest on you, do you?"
"No, not at all, you seem tired. Come on over.", Miguel said driving Ignacio faster towards him.
Ignacio truly was tired and having a nice sturdy ten-pack ab pillow made him feel more comfortable. This was nice for him, he finally got close to another male without being pushed aside or ignored. Also, Miguel's musk made it hard to go to sleep intoxicating Ignacio's brain with all sorts of feelings of erotica. Making something else of Ignacio's hard. He was in the perfect conditions when he thought about it. 50+ guys; there were some females, but he didn't care, high temperature, someone to talk to, everyone drenched in sweat. Ignacio couldn't take it anymore! His breathing quicken, pants were thighter, and eye candy all around. Ignacio tried to hold back, but each minute he held back the more he wanted to do it. Then he said, "Fuck it.", and started to undo his pants and jerk himself right in front of everybody! He was in his own world now thinking about all sorts of naughty things. How big was Antonio, was Miguel a good kisser, how hot would a three-way be. As each thought rolled through his mind he snorted with delight convulsing on the floor like crazy, until Miguel interrupted the one pounding his meat, saying, "Seriously, Iggy? Right here?...". Ignacio ignored Miguel and just went on going deeper and deeper into his three-way male daydream. Needless, to say the black bull wouldn't take that, as he started to nibble on Ignacio neck, making him shiver all over. The hornless bull couldn't continue on his penis as he was being boldly flirted on. He never has been put in this position before and from Miguel's point of view he was doing a good job. With tounge hanging out, the flirt became the flirted, as Iggy became inticed in Miguel's chew-nibbling. He always wanted someone to take the lead in a relationship; he didn't mind being a bottom. Finally someone was taking notice to him and his well-toned body. He was happy and couldn't think of anything more that would feel so right.
Then Miguel went even further.
Ignacio's face was now pink from blushing as Miguel reached around Iggy's back and gave him a handjob around his 6 inch cock. The hornless bull was in bliss as he was getting his dick worked on. He never felt anything like this, so magnificent. Twirling his head about in ecstasy, as Miguel pumped slowly. Ignacio was so close to getting off, but apparently Miguel had other ideas. The black devil wanted him to be in that state forever, panting like the little whore he was. He licked Iggy's neck sending shivers down his spine and messing with Iggy's nipples with his free hand. Ignacio was drooling a bit and after a while he started to humping into Miguel's hand, urging him to go faster. "Well, well, someone's horny, but don't worry; I have just the trick...", Miguel said as he slowly started to snicker.
No one believed what they were seeing, two male bulls getting it on, infront of everybody. Most started to look away when Ignacio started on himself, althought there were some still looking. One of those being Antonio. The white and brown Angus was so drawn on looking away, but his interest and curiosity quickly kept his eyes dead on Miguel and Ignacio. Is this what Ignacio wanted to do with him? Antonio thought about it, but shaked his head and to scramble any thoughts of him and another man. He was still with Maria, sort of, and they promised to saved themselves for after marriage, but he was on deathrow and it's not like anybody would know...Except for himself! "No, no, no, no, no! I will die on deathrow, before I become or take jailbait!", he declared to himself unassuredly. Antonio's eyes are peeking over his shoulder at Miguel and Iggy for their next trick. He didn't want to miss a second, of course.
"Are you ready, mi flore blanco?", said the black bull as he teased Ignacio by licking his neck, from his upperchest all the way up to the tip of his ear. All Iggy could do now is moan and nod his head. The albino bull waited, but all he got was release from his cock. Needless to say he was confused, until Miguel bent him over with his face crashing into the ground and pulled down his pants. This hurt, alot, but the major rimming he was getting was well worth it. Lil' diablo was licking the asshole of the hornless bull on the ground. He slowly lubricated the entire buttcrack of Ignacio with his saliva, savoring the sweaty, musky taste and when he was done he slowly pumped his tounge into the albino asshole. Iggy just grinded his head into the floor, losing himself in the massive pleasure happening in his hindquarters.
Antonio couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't possibly be what his friend wanted to do to him, could it? Wierd. He thought that he would feel completely uneasy after seeing this, but on the contrary. If anything, he felt more...curious.
By now Iggy was basically eating dirt, but he didn't care. The way his asshole was being treated was glorious and he didn't want it to stop. Miguel stopped again. 'He probably likes to tease all of his mates, the devil.', thought Ignaico. But no matter, when the black bull put two of his bulky fingers into that tiny butthole, it was all worth it. He couldn't believe what was happening. Not only did someone take an interest in him, the same person was burying his snout into his buttocks a few moments ago. "Simply heavenly, Miguel", Iggy blurted in his own little whirlwind of declining lust.
"Aw, I wouldn't say that...", and with that twilight was created when the darkness entered the light through anal penitration. A shudder worked its' way up Ignacio's spine making his eyes roll back, tounge hang out, and right ear twitching. After the head of Miguel's penis worked it's way into Iggy, he sat down and lifted up his mate and slowly inched him down his own 9 inch cock. Inch by inch by inch, he slowly lowered Iggy, sending wave of pleasure through his slender body. Up until now all of Ignacio's mates had been quick with their fucking, but this Miguel clearly knew the meaning of foreplay. The waves of pleasure slowly stopped crashing as Lil' Diablo stopped holding Iggy's arms to hold his waist as he lifted the white bull up and down. What an amazing feat of strength! Miguel is basically masturbating with Ignacio on his cock. The white bull couldn't take much more of this he was about to cum, but he didn't want to. Not yet.
It's hard to keep looking at something that's turning you on while hiding your erection as Antonio was attempting to do. He was so confused and imbarassed to think properly. Why exactly was this turning him on? Why is his penis approving? He started to shake his head at another feeble try to scramble his thoughts for the white bull, but they still came so he began to beat his head against the floor. 'Dammit, Ignacio', thought Tony, 'If anything you're an perverted homo-older brother to me. So, why? Why does this image of you arouse me?'
The slim bull is on the edge of climaxing. Miguel's cock constantly being pumped into his ass was alot for him to take in the first place. He was just so big. His musk wasn't helping either. 'He's just so.....so....awesome', as he thought when Iggy slowly started to squirt cum from his god-given beef. Oddly enough he didn't feel spent yet. Ignacio stll had that lust running through his veins. At first he was worried, of course, but he was curious of if he could cum again, so he kept his cock ride going. Miguel was a bit startled, along with everyone watching, of why Iggy was still going and the white bull's tight hole was making Miguel cum a bit faster than usual. That and his fucking speed, which Iggy just loved to death.
By now Antonio had given up on why his old friend was his new flame, but he didn't want anybody else to know so he ducked away in a dark corner away from the light so he could secretly masturbate. 'Just this once, please just this once and never let me feel these feelings about Ignacio ever again. I have a girlfriend, please God lend me this absolute release', Tony prayed. Tony slowly pulled out his 7 inch cock in all it's erect glory and started pumping away. At first he was only working the tip of his member but he glanced over to some of the other guys who were rubbing the area betwix their ball and asshole. He was surprised some others actually revealed themselves as well, but what they were doing seemed to be working for them so he tried it. 'Wow, this feels great! Maybe I should tell Ignacio to do this to me someday', he thought. As he continued he found himself faster to climax than usual, maybe due to the attempts to hide his cock, but he was getting there. No one but himself knows this but Antonio constantly snorts when he's deep into something. Snort after snort, he came that much closer to cumming and as he quickly arced his back he came hard enough for his cum to reach his upper neck. When he was done he just sat there thinking, 'Now that I think about it, I guess I can see why he likes guy so much but still...', and after that he looked over to Iggy and Miguel who were going at an incredible speed and noticed something he wish he hadn't. There was blood coming from Ignacio's asshole.
"I'm about to cum!!", Miguel announced unashamedly to his crowd as the white bull's ass started to fill and fill with blood dribbling out. The crowd was in shock and they began to mummur. Iggy and Miguel were still too tired to even listen to them as they lied down together with Miguel still inside Ignacio. "Oye, Miguel", huffin' and puffin' like there's no tommorrow, "What made you -huff- grab my cock -huff- in the first place?"
Miguel replied, "That innocent face. You look like the type of person who feels they needed to be loved, ya' know?", then the black bull started to hug the white bull on his chest.
A wave of emotion hit Ignacio and tears started to come down his eyes. "Awww, you're just saying that...", he tried to hide his tears.
"Eyes are the window to the soul and scars never truly fade away, physical nor mental.", replied Miguel who saw wounds around his horns and glided his finger around them. "You didn't cut your own horns, did you?" Ignacio's tears became a waterfall as he tried to unhinge himself from Miguel's cock. "Tell me what happened....NOW.", he demanded, "I want to know"
"Miguel..."
"Tell me what happened to you or I'll crush you.
"What??..."
"You think these arms are only for improv' during sex? Tell me what happened or you'll recieve the worst bear hug ever."
"I don't want to talk about--HHRRGGKK!!", Miguel tightened his grip.
"I didnt say 'If you wanted to' I said tell me...OR ELSE.", and right after that Antonio came in and kicked Miguel in the head. Ignacio got free and got away as far as he could.
" 'Tonio? Hehehe...HAHAHA!! I figured you as a smart one, but I guess I was wrong!", Miguel got up and charged at Antonio, but Antonio flipped him well over his head and near the door. Miguel quickly got up and said with bloodshot eyes, "Oh, now your gonna get, hombre!!", but before he could go, a whip got his arm, then another on his other arm, and one more on his legs. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, but he managed to slightly resist by pulling on the ground to get this cryptic message out, "I swear after I'm done with the Cacti, I'll get you to say your little secret one way or another!!", the doors slammed shut with Miguel on the other side.
After being paralyzed by that cryptic message, Antonio quickly ran to his newfound secret crush, picking him up, worried that he might be bleeding to death. "Ignacio? Are you okay? Ignacio?!?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm just...a little....sleepy........"
"Ignacio? Ignacio?!? No.....I wanted to tell you something. Something I just got the courage to say....I...I love you...
"..........................I knew I'd get you...to come around...eventually.", said Ignacio as he fell limb.
"Iggy!! Please be alright. I-I-I'm sorry", as he lamented when his flower wilted in his hands.... | FSE |
Title: 23 Ways to Get Laid 01
Tags: bwwm, interracial, massage, oil, vacation, white man, black woman, anal play, older woman, younger man
MISCHA
"I ordered a woman." I stand in the doorway of my hotel room glaring at a tall, blonde white guy. I tighten the belt of my terry cloth robe.
His full upper lip curls in a slight sneer. "You reserved an appointment with Abbi." I can't pinpoint the light accent. Nordic, maybe? "I'm Abbi."
Who names their son Abbi? "Obviously, I thought you were a woman." The perky clerk at the front desk failed to mention that Abbi, the only masseuse available today, was a man. For what I'm paying for this private massage, mistakes are unacceptable, especially after the day I've had.
"As you can see, I'm not a woman, Ma'am." He emphasizes that last bit. I openly examine him. He looks to be in his late 20s, likely only a few years younger than me. The white cotton t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders and seems tight enough at the sleeves to cut off circulation to his bulging biceps. His blonde hair, short on the sides and longer on top, is parted at the side and neatly combed back, giving him the appearance of a business man more than a masseuse.
I start to shut the door. "Please have them send someone else."
Abbi holds the door open, not budging. "What you see is what you get, lady." He's dropped the formalities. "And if you cancel without notice, I'll still have to charge you the full amount."
I consider unleashing my pent up anger on him - I'm the one paying to be pampered here - but then I see his hands. Big. Like basketball player big. With an abundance of veins. Veiny, man hands are my weakness.
I swing the door open. I may as well partake in what I'm already paying for. "I only want a massage. Nothing extra." As he walks past me, I can't help but notice just how tall he is. I'm 5'11'' and he towers over me. I fear I may have spoken prematurely,
Abbi enters my room without a second glance, carrying a large massage table like it's as light as a lawn chair. "What the client wants, the client gets." His earthy cologne reminds me that this man's massive hands will be all over my naked body and I don't even know his last name. "Where would you like me to set up?" His tone is polite, but his deep brown eyes are impatient. He's one of those men who's broodingly handsome when he's pissed.
"On the balcony." The proximity to the clear blue ocean was the reason I spent my entire year-end bonus on this room. I plan to soak in as much of the view as possible.
I follow him onto the balcony, exhaling silently. We've started out on the wrong foot and he's not to blame. If my boss hadn't broken his promise to not contact me during my vacation, I may have been a little less hostile. I try to remedy my mishap. "Would you like anything to drink? Water? Juice?" I have a six-pack of beer, but it seems like offering him alcohol would be inappropriate.
"I'm fine," he responds, continuing to set up his table without looking my way. His white linen pants loosely caress his shapely buttocks as he spreads a white cotton sheet over the table. In the light of the afternoon sun, I spot the sharp curves of a runner's thighs and catch a flash in my mind of Abbi jogging bare-chested and barefoot on the beach.
I put my pride on hold. "Look, I apologize about before. My boss has been hounding me all day with useless requests and all I want is to enjoy my vacation. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you. I'm sorry." It's been a while since I've owned up to a mistake. In the world of business, admitting a wrongdoing is the equivalent of tossing yourself to a pack of wolves. Oddly, Abbi gives me the impression he won't hold it against me.
He leans against the table, arms crossed over his expansive chest, the afternoon sun casting shadows on his biceps at the perfect angle to emphasize their solidity. This is exactly why I wanted a female masseuse, to avoid any feelings of...arousal.
"That's a first." His boyish smile lights up his face and my heartbeat kicks up a notch.
"What is?"
"A customer apologizing. It doesn't happen often."
I'm not sure if he's being smug or sincere. "Well, just don't think you can guilt me into giving you a bigger tip. You'll still have to earn it."
"Don't worry, I'll earn it." He returns to his preparations.
Yep, he's definitely being smug. "I'll leave you to it then," I say, before escaping to the kitchen.
I down a shot of coconut rum. He is the complete opposite of what I was expecting - male and hot as sin. How am I supposed to relax with that man's hands rubbing and stroking my needy body? If it hadn't been so long since I'd had some dick, I'd be less of a wreck right now.
I deal with men of all ilks on a regular basis - tall ones, short ones, handsome ones, aggressive ones. And I always manage to come out on top in the age-old battle of the sexes. So, why is it that this blonde Adonis is throwing me off my game?
Maybe it's all the rumors I read online about spa resort masseuses and the things they're willing to do for a good tip. I'm not the kind of person to request something like that. When I get laid on this vacation, it won't be because I'm paying for it. I'm not that desperate. Right?
It's not like anything will happen anyway. He's a professional. My attraction to him is the only thing making this awkward.
"Suck it up," I whisper to myself. "It's just a massage." I take another shot, before remembering how horny rum makes me. "Shit." And I realize just how naked I am beneath the robe I'll be shedding.
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ABBI
I turn up the heat on the massage table to just below medium. Judging from how high-strung she is, my guess is this client runs a little hot.
I set up my smartphone along with a small speaker on the patio table, selecting a new-age playlist for now, hoping it will bring her anxiety down a notch. A massage is exactly what she needs. It might just relieve some of the tension she radiates like a nuclear bomb.
I've had customers like her before, ones who prefer a female masseuse. They tend to be easily excitable and fear embarrassment of being aroused. I'll have to lean more on the mechanical than sensual side for this one, though it doesn't help that she's so stunning.
When she first opened the door, I was thrown off balance. Black women are a rarity in these types of resorts, which cater to white, suburban housewives. Finding her on the other side of the door was a surprise. And the glare she sported did nothing to mask her natural beauty.
Her brown eyes, darker brown than my own, were almond-shaped and almost too large for her round face. Pouty lips belied her headstrong personality. And then there was her skin, the rich brown of freshly ground cacao beans and smooth as marble underneath her white robe. Even now, my hands are itching to get a feel of her.
She finally joins me on the balcony, looking a little unsure of how to proceed. "Should I just..." She begins to loosen the belt on her robe. The cheeky side of me wants to just stand there and let her strip down in all her feminine glory, but I suppress the impulse.
"Is this your first massage?" I ask in a gentle tone.
She pauses her movements. "Yes."
I stand between the rail of the balcony and the massage table. Grabbing a cotton sheet, I hold it up in front of me, everything below her neck shielded from my eyes and those of anyone passing by on the beach. "I would recommend going completely nude, but you can keep on whatever undergarments you prefer. Whatever makes you comfortable."
She hesitates before saying, "I'll go nude then."
I had expected her to at least leave on her panties. Most women do. I turn my head as she disrobes. I swallow, imagining how the sunlight must be illuminating her immaculate skin. "As you wish. You can rest your face down in the donut."
I hear the squeak of her climbing onto the table and give her a few seconds to settle in. I drop the sheet, covering her body up to her shoulder blades. I remain silent, hoping the swish of the swaying palm trees in the warm breeze, paired with the music, will begin to put her at ease. Me and her both.
"How do you like the heat of the table?"
"Just a little too warm."
I smile to myself as I turn it down. "It should take a minute or two to cool down, but just let me know if it's still too warm."
"I will." She seems like the type who's not afraid to be clear about what she wants. I briefly wonder if that translates to the bedroom before dismissing the thought.
I move to the head of the table, knowing her only view is of my bare feet. "What kind of massage would you like today?"
"What do you suggest?"
"Well, it depends on what you're looking for. Our deep tissue massage is great for targeting any problem areas, like neck and lower back pain. Our most popular is the Swedish massage, which is full body and more for relaxation. It's also my specialty." My unique technique, honed during various apprenticeships under the best in the business, is the reason I'm making a more than decent living as a masseuse and traveling the world for almost nothing. It's also the reason I'm the second-most requested masseuse at the resort. The most popular of the three of us has mastered "alternative" techniques I have no interest in trying out.
"Let's go with the Swedish." I like the sound of that last word on her tongue.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Please, call me Mischa."
The name suits her - complex, with both a feminine and masculine energy to it. "Mischa." I move the sheet lower, to rest just above the crack in her cheeks. My cock stirs at the sight of the colorful butterfly tattooed in the middle of her hip bone. Part of it disappears beneath the sheet covering her ample bottom. "Beautiful name." For a beautiful woman.
"My mom was a ballerina and studied in Russia for a few years. She heard the name in a song and never forgot it. Most Americans I meet think it's just made up."
"I'm Scandinavian, so I know better." I squirt coconut oil into my hands. The raspy sound of my palms rubbing together fills the lull in our conversation. I place my hands onto her shoulder blades and she tenses slightly before finally exhaling, her back muscles relaxing.
The contrast of my pale hands against the deep brown of her smooth back is enough to get my dick twitching. The velvety softness of her firm skin, however, is what kicks my cock into full gear. I slide my hands over her back, warm and slippery. The oil on her skin glistens. The fragrance of coconut wafts around us. Good thing her view is obstructed, or she'd see my dick already standing at half mast.
"What part?" She breaks into my thoughts.
"Sweden." Even my pronunciation of my home country has become Americanized.
"Lovely country. And people. My business has taken me to Scandinavia more than once."
"I miss it." It's been over a year since I've seen my family and my mother regularly asks when I'll be coming home. The guilt has only grown with time, but I've fought hard not to let it distract me from my mission. I plan to set foot on every island in the Caribbean before returning to my homeland. I'm only halfway there.
Her upper back is tight and I don't hold back in working out the knots, taking care not to go too deep. Slowly, the tension in her shoulder blades releases. I move further south, kneading her lower back, and she moans, as though involuntarily. I release some of my own tension, gently bumping my stiffening cock against the table.
"Just let me know if anything feels too uncomfortable and I can adjust." What I really want is to make her moan again. I rub more massage oil into my hands and increase the pressure of my ministrations. Her muscles have no choice but to obey, succumbing to my movements.
"I've got a high tolerance for pain."
She sighs and my dick is now officially at full mast.
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MISCHA
His movements hesitate, for just a moment, before continuing to my hip bones. I raise an eyebrow. He presses his thumbs into my flesh, the tenderness in that spot causing me to suck in a breath.
He pauses. "How are you doing?"
The mix of pain and pleasure is surprisingly arousing, a rush unlike anything I've felt before. My pussy clenches beneath the sheet and I hope he won't notice the slight rock of my hips. I've worked long hours to be here; I've been a star employee, at the beck and call of senior management for years, slowly rising the ranks of leadership. My first couple of days on the secluded island are proving to be worth all of it. And Abbi is fast becoming the decadent fondant on my chocolate cake.
"Fine. Just a little tender." In a good way.
"Ok, I'll do some work on your arms for now. We can come back to that later." His voice sounds lower, hungry even.
I almost protest - I'm enjoying the ache - but instead let him lead the way. It feels good to not be in control, a rarity in my position. He molds his long fingers across my tricep, squeezing as he runs his hand down my arm. He pauses at my wrist, engulfing the delicate bone in his monstrous hand, and I shudder. He does the same to my other arm.
I continue with the small talk to distract myself from the tingling between my thighs. "How long have you lived on the island?"
"Almost a year, but I usually don't stay in the same place for too long."
"Not a bad idea," I say, imagining how nice it would be to live a more nomadic life, going wherever the wind takes me.
"My mom would disagree with you."
"I'm sure she's just worried about you. Being a massage therapist doesn't offer the same security as a 9-to-5 job."
"I earn twice as much as my dad did when he retired. I wish it were just about the money."
That's impressive. "Maybe she just wants you to settle down. Start a family. Assuming you don't have kids..." I'm fishing and don't care if he realizes it. I'm on vacation, damnit. I can flirt with my hot, young masseuse.
"I don't. And don't plan to until I'm over 35. Gives me a good eight years to be selfish."
Okay, so he's a lot younger than me. "Same here. I like to spend my hard-earned money on me, myself and I." I grin. "And you, of course."
"Much appreciated, Ma-" he catches himself, "Mischa."
"You've already more than earned your tip, by the way."
"I'm just getting started." He moves the sheet up, exposing my thick thighs and calves to the island breeze. He grabs my calves and spreads my thighs a little wider apart. I'm thankful for the cloth covering my buttocks and moistening sex. "Being single is a state of mind, I always say." He presses the heel of his hand into the side of my ass cheek and then kneads it with both hands. I exhale. No one has ever massaged my ass. "I've learned to really savor the time I spend with people, as well as the time I spend alone."
"I completely agree. I was in a relationship for seven years that was going absolutely nowhere. I decided I could either force marriage on the both of us or go solo and become the person I've always wanted to be. I chose the latter."
"That seems to be working out nicely for you."
I smile. "It is."
We both remain silent as he focuses on one and then the other buttock. When his hands land on the backs of my thighs, I'm ready. He massages first the outer and then the inner thigh muscles, using both hands simultaneously. My thick thighs are no challenge for his strong hands and the muscles begin to loosen like all the other areas he's conquered. My inner thighs are especially sensitive from the constant friction of rubbing together. My pussy is all but dripping now.
He returns to the side of the table. "Do you mind if I remove the sheet completely?"
"Not at all." As far as I'm concerned, he won't see anything he hasn't already seen before. I doubt I'm the first woman he's aroused. I close my eyes, letting the tiny insecurities about my body drift away with the warm breeze.
The music has shifted from new age to more of a chill vibe. It creates the perfect ambience for this outdoor setting. I've surrendered to Abbi's hands and to the experience in general. I'm completely exposed and along for the ride.
Without the barrier of the sheet, his hands glide up and down my ass, the glorious sensation accentuated by the squelching sound of hands on oiled flesh. My cheeks jiggle in his pliant hands and I pray they don't make a clapping sound.
I adjust my right arm, lifting it slightly off the table. It comes into contact with something hard.
Oh shit, it's his dick. "Sorry," I say in a rush, my face growing hot.
He clears his throat. "I'm the one who should apologize. I'm usually a lot better at, um, controlling myself."
I'm thoroughly embarrassed but also deeply flattered. Stretch marks and all, my ass excites a man all the way from Sweden, from a world literally thousands of miles away from mine. "I'll just take it as a compliment."
He grips my hips and then slowly runs both hands from my waist to my feet. I curl my toes in response, fearing I'll soak the sheet beneath my drenched channel.
All hope of keeping my arousal under control flies out the window when he begins to work on my feet. I've long suspected the soles of my feet were an erogenous zone but had never left them in the hands of a skilled masseuse.
I moan with abandon when he presses his thumb into the arch of my foot, a spark shooting straight to my clitoris. He squeezes my foot and massages the same sensitive area. The image of his hard cock tenting his thin linen pants crosses my mind. Before I can stop myself, my arousal builds to a blinding crescendo and I come, crying out. My hips rise up from the table, ass in the air, as I ride out the orgasm, vaguely aware that I'm on full display. It's refreshingly liberating.
Without a word, Abbi gingerly moves to the other foot, repeating the same movements in the same order and like some on-demand orgasm machine, I come again, this time able to feel the juices leak from my pussy. I think I hear him emit a low, guttural growl.
I whimper, imagining how this must all look. "Oh God," I whisper, not at all sure how to break the silence.
"An unavoidable hazard of the job," Abbi says, his voice tinted with arousal. He moves the sheet back into place, covering my back and legs. At my shoulder blades, he raises the sheet up just a little. "I'm going to have you flip over now."
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ABBI
I knew my little trick would work. She popped like a champagne bottle cork. Twice. I should feel guilty, but once I uncovered her soaking wet pussy, I couldn't help myself.
I resist the urge to press my cock against the table and rub my desire away. She's not the first woman I've made orgasm during a foot massage; she's just the first I've wanted to fuck. Mischa's release is phenomenal to witness. Her ass high in the air, as her juices dripped from her sweet pussy, made me want to bury my tongue in her leaking channel and suck away.
My pleasure is linked to hers. And I'm willing to risk it all just for a taste of what she has to give. I want to offer the highest form pleasure to this dazzling creature writhing beneath my hands, who makes me remember why I became a massage therapist in the first place.
Satisfying women has always satisfied me. Mischa has taken this experience to a new level and I'm curious to see how far we can go....together. She has to feel this connection between us.
Mischa rolls onto her back and our eyes meet. Her brown irises have gone black with desire. The sheet rests so that just the tops of her full breasts are exposed. Her pebbled nipples beneath the sheet call out to my tongue and I long to wrap my entire mouth around her peak. Mischa's gaze drops to the conspicuous bulge in my pants. Not only do her eyes burn a hole in my crotch, but she licks her lips. Those lips that are made for fucking.
I admit I've often towed the line between sensuality and sex in my career as a masseuse. It's unavoidable. As long as the arrangement is consensual, I don't sweat it. And most resorts turn a blind eye to whatever goes on behind closed doors. But I've only ever focused on the pleasure of my client, offering hand jobs by request, with all the work done on my part and the woman's orgasm my top priority. Although I've been offered all kinds of sex in return, I've never accepted.
Now, all I want is to slip my hard dick between Mischa's luscious lips while thrusting my fingers into her wet pussy. Suddenly, the sheet covering Mischa's chest lowers. Her brown breasts are fully exposed. Her nipples are made for sucking, wide and accentuated by slightly darker, large areola. She arches her back, her full globes thrusting toward the sky.
I take the hint, squirting more oil into my hands and warming them before engulfing her breasts.
"Yes," she breathes huskily. My dick aches to be freed from the confines of my pants.
I rub in slow circles, covering her breasts in a thin sheen of oil. I flick my thumbs over her hard nipples and she arches her back again. I hump the side of the table, rubbing my hard dick up and down the smooth edge. The little mewling sounds she makes prompt me to hump faster. One of her hands moves beneath the sheet, down between her thighs. The sheet moves up and down with her motion. She's rubbing her clit.
I moan in appreciation and she responds by using her other hand to squeeze my cock through my linen pants.
"Fuck," I hiss. She loosens the string around my pants and frees my cock in record time. Pre-cum escapes at the sight of her slender brown fingers wrapped around my pink cock. Her gaze is laser-focused on the purple head.
I cup one breast with both hands and squeeze. She pants my name, "Abbi." I do the same to the other breast before leaning down to flick her nipple with my tongue. Her orgasm comes fast - her expression twisted with lust - as she clamps down on my dick with her hand.
Unable to hold back, I thrust one last time, before cum erupts from cock, squirting all over her oiled breasts. She releases me to rub the creamy cum into her tits, before grabbing my member again and running that same cum up and down my twitching dick.
I finish what she started, rubbing the rest of my cum into her breasts and tugging at her darkened nipples.
Mischa laughs with abandon; sensual music to my ears. "I will never mistake you for a woman again."
I give one last thrust with my softening dick. "I hope not."
Later, I wait by the hotel room door as she washes up. I'm working up the courage to ask her out, take her on a real date. In my short time here, I've become familiar with all the spots locals keep a secret from the tourists and would love to give her an intimate tour of the island.
Mischa walks out of the bathroom, wrapped up tight. My mouth waters at the memory of what's beneath her robe. I long to familiarize myself with the parts I have yet to see.
Before I can speak the words to ask her out, however, she's shoving a wad of cash into my hand. It's easily triple what I usually get.
Avoiding my eyes she says, "Thank you. I really needed that."
"It was my pleasure," I say, trying to will her to meet my eyes. "How about-"
"I really have to get some work done tonight. Thanks again, you're very good at your job." She still refuses to meet my gaze.
I reach for her hand and place the cash in her palm. "Your pleasure was tip enough." I give her a light kiss on the cheek. "I want you, Mischa, not your money. I hope to see you again tomorrow night."
I let myself out, though I want more than anything to just stay and spend the night exploring every crevice of her tight body.
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MISCHA
The full-on shame hits the morning after. I've become some unhinged cougar who jerks younger men off and rubs their cum into my tits. Hours later, the memory of his warm seed squirting all over me makes me clamp my thighs together. My panties are already drenched.
I sit in the dining area, pushing pieces of pancake around on my plate. I need to figure out my next move. Should I book another appointment? Is he even working today? If I request him specifically, will people figure out what happened between us?
Abbi has marked me. His hands are seared into my feet, my back, my breasts. I exhale. He knew exactly how to stimulate my breasts, using just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. He'd made me aware of sensitive spots I never knew existed. He seemed to know my titties better than I did.
My pussy gushes imagining those nimble fingers rubbing between my slick folds and dipping into me. Those capable fingers could definitely locate my elusive g-spot, where so many men have failed before. I wonder if orgasming from g-spot stimulation can produce an even stronger release. Especially if he's eating me out at the same time. And massaging my breasts. Is that physically possible? I smile to myself. He seems like the flexible type.
"He was amazing," I overhear a woman say from a couple of tables over. She's attractive, in her mid-40s, with a golden brown tan that highlights the toned muscles of her abs. She sits with a woman who could be her twin, both dressed in bikini tops and sarongs.
"I know," her companion says in a hushed whisper. "I had no idea I was a squirter."
The first woman laughs. "The things he did with my ass..."
I rush out of the dining area before I can hear the rest. The stiffness in my neck that disappeared with Abbi's massage is returning with a vengeance, along with a throb in my temples.
I'm an idiot. "How could I have been so stupid?" I whisper to myself. I'm no different from all these other women paying a young stud to get them off; one who would likely not give them the time of day outside of a hotel room. Although I initially had no intention of getting anything more than just a massage, I'd let him give me multiple orgasms and even jerked him off.
And rubbed his cum all over my tits.
I've decided. It's best for the both of us if this just ends now and I save myself the embarrassment of trying to pay a man for sex for the second time in my life.
In my hotel room, I schedule an appointment with another masseuse, making sure it really is a woman this time. The tension in my back and neck is at an all-time high.
An hour later, I answer the knock at my door. Abbi glares back at me.
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ABBI
"Abbi," she stumbles as I invite myself in. I move quickly without my massage table, which I don't need because I'm not on duty. I'm here to find out exactly why she ordered a massage from somebody else and why she's been avoiding my calls to her hotel room.
She's been on my mind all night - I jerked off a record number of times to her ass alone - and all throughout the day. I even turned down special requests because the only pussy I want to massage is hers.
I try not to let the fact that she's probably naked under her robe distract me. "Have something you need to say to me?"
She crosses her arms over her chest, having gotten over her initial shock of my sudden arrival. The onerous woman I first met is back in full force. "Oh, I would think it's the other way around. Anything you want to say to me?"
I furrow my brow, not sure what's going on here. "I've been straight with you from the beginning. You're the one making appointments behind my back."
"I wasn't aware our exchange yesterday sealed us in some sort of exclusive contract. I can get a massage from whomever I like. And it's not as though you're strapped for customers."
I sigh, beginning to understand what this is about. "I cleared my appointments tonight for you. I don't want anyone else."
"Not even the squirter?"
I scoffed. "The what?"
Mischa places her hands on her hips. "Don't act like you don't remember the woman you made squirt. Apparently, for the first time."
I shake my head. "That wasn't me."
"The hell it wasn't."
I tilt my head to the side, amused. "Did she use my name?"
She pauses. "No," she admits reluctantly.
"Then how do you know it was me?"
"Because she said 'he'. It's not the female masseuse, so it must be you."
"Or the other male massage therapist at the hotel. Brent."
It's fun to watch her consider her error. "How was I to know there were two of you? I just assumed what we did last night was something you did for all the women."
"I won't lie. You aren't the first one I've brought to climax. But it's only been hand jobs. And I've never let anyone touch me. Until you."
She drops her hands from her hips and sighs. "What do you want from me, Abbi? I didn't come here for complications. I just want to relax."
"And I want to help you do that, if you would just let me, woman," I say with a growl.
"It's not that simple."
"I beg to differ."
We face off and I'm not sure if she's going to kick me out or invite me into her bed. "Fine." Mischa opens her robe and lets it fall to the ground. "What'd you have in mind?"
My mouth hangs open at the complete woman before me. Her majestic body is on full display under the flood lights. Her full breasts jiggle as she arches her back and wide hips flare out from a tapered waist. The patch of black curls at the apex of her ample thighs draws my attention to her womanhood.
I wet my lips. "You have no idea."
Later, I spread her nude form out on the bed, a white cloth placed over her eyes. The lights are dimmed and the patio doors are open to let in the soothing sound of the waves. I know she can just barely make out my outline behind the gauzy fabric. I stand at the side of the bed and hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs.
"Yes, baby," she whispers. "Let me see that big dick."
I slowly slide down my boxer briefs, my hard cock springing free. I kick off my briefs and grab my dick, flicking the hard appendage up and down.
Mischa gulps loudly. "I want you in my mouth. Let me taste you."
"As you wish." I gently move her head to the side, angling her mouth toward my dick. She opens wide and I slowly slide in between her plump lips. Her mouth is warm and moist and I begin to thrust into her opening, slowly at first. She moves her hand to grip my ass and I increase the speed of my gyrations.
She moans deeply, the vibration almost making me come. "Hold on, Mischa. I don't want to come just yet." I slide my dick out of her mouth, the absence of her warmth almost making me want to slip back in.
"Time for me to taste you," I say, walking around to the foot of the bed.
I kneel and slide her body down to the edge of the bed, until her pussy is an inch from my face. I breathe her in and stroke my cock, the aroma sweet and spicy, like coconut rum.
She grinds her pelvis into the air. "Eat my pussy, Abbi."
"Which style would you prefer? Sucking? Licking? Biting?"
She moans and her juices leak from her hot channel. "All three."
"My favorite." I part her lips with my free hand, continuing to stroke my rock hard dick with the other. I search for her clit with the tip of my tongue. She places her hand on the top of my head, pushing my face into her pussy lips as she grinds her hips, matching my eagerness.
I respond in kind, sucking on her stiff clit. I alternate between licking and sucking on her obscured pearl. She's a rare treat with a flavor exclusive to her divine pussy.
"I'm gonna come." She pants. "I'm coming. Oh, yes, I'm coming..."
A slow moan bubbles up from her belly as she comes. And before she can recover, I tug on her clit with my teeth, sending her straight into another orgasm.
"Abbi," she whimpers. My name on her lips makes me stroke my cock with increasing ferocity.
Mischa removes the cloth from her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows. She looks down at me jerking off between her legs. Her predatory gaze has me on the edge of coming. "My turn."
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MISCHA
Abbi is the hottest man I've ever let anywhere near my pussy. He lies face down on the bed, his arms on either side of his head, the pose lengthening his sculpted back and shoulder muscles. I'd forgotten how hot it was to fuck a man in his 20s.
I squirt some oil into my hands - the mix of coconut and lavender oil I never travel without - and run them along his muscular back. I have no clue what I'm doing, but he seems to like it, grunting like some caveman.
It's not long before I make my way to his tight ass, his cheeks whiter than the rest of his body. I massage his hard buttocks, attempting to mimic his style from yesterday. I want to try something a little different though.
I mount him, rubbing my clitoris into the back of one of his thighs, using his ass to hold my balance. The thick blonde hair on his legs creates a nice friction, but I need to see his dick.
I squat over him. "Flip over." He rolls that beautiful body onto his back. I admire the hard lines of his pecks and the exquisite six-pack. I straddle his waist, his stiff cock cradled between my ass cheeks.
He reaches up to fondle my breasts, as I run the length of my ass up and down his cock.
"Fuck, Mischa." He lifts his head to suck on my sensitive nipple. "You make me wanna spread that tight ass and come all over your hole."
"As you wish," I say, reversing positions, so that I'm squatting over his thighs with my ass in full view. I spread my cheeks. "Come all over my ass."
He massages one of my cheeks in his massive hand, while jerking himself off furiously. He cries out as I feel his warm cum hit my ass, dripping from top to bottom between my crack. I feel his finger swirl cum around my hole, before he dips the tip in lightly.
He pauses, letting me adjust. "Deeper," I urge him on, surprised by how much I like the sensation. This is the first time I've let anyone near my tight rosebud. He pushes his finger in a little deeper, before slipping it out. He repeats the motion, fucking my asshole, while fingering my protruding clit.
Another orgasm, unlike the others, builds up deep from my core. "Ah, ah." I want him inside of me when I come. Luckily, he's already hard again.
I grab his thick cock and ease myself down until both of my holes are filled. Abbi pounds his hips into me, his long cock hitting what feels to be my g-spot. I slam down on his cock, both his finger and cock sliding in deeper.
My orgasm hits with unrelenting fury, my pussy putting a death grip on his cock. He's close behind, his cum spraying against my cervix. I ride out my orgasm, as he continues to thrust into my vagina, coating it with his essence.
Spent, I fall back on him. His finger and cock slide out of me. Our combined juices ooze from my channel as my pussy clenches at the loss of him.
He wraps his arms around me from behind, rolling us onto our sides. I melt into him, his big body spooning mine. A weight has been lifted and I want to enjoy this freedom as long as possible.
"How much longer do I have with you?" he asks, as though I've spoken my innermost thoughts aloud.
"Five days, and four nights."
"We'll have to make the most of it then."
"I haven't even given you a tip yet."
His cock begins to harden as he slowly thrusts his hips against my backside. "I can think of several ways for you to pay me."
"Name your price," I say, happy to let him take the lead. | literotica |
Title: Renamon gang bang by The Big Bad Wolf
Tags: Anal, Fanfiction, Fox, Hermaphrodite, Kitsune, M/F, Oral, Orgy, Renamon, Rimming
Shera is a vixen, a red furred canine with a very quiet secret. She is an ancient being, a kitsune. She has adapted herself to the ever changeing world and only used her magic tricks to stealth of the highest extremes. She is a college student, for her hundreth plus time in a row. She did not hate haveing to going to college over and over, but she would be at a total loss at the updates of this worlds history.
But to mention her tricks.......... she is very cruel to those she knows. dropping red panties in the jocks wash. loosening the bolts to studets furniture. and planting some relationship breaking evidence. this kitsune had the urge to be a playful prankster and there was no stopping her. but maybe pranksters need to get what is comming for them shouldnt they?...........
Shera was sleeping soundly, a nights worth of tricks had tired this fox out. her tail swished as her nude form lay under the sheets of her bed. the moon light shown through the blinds to light a gentle blue tint to her red fur. her form outlined in shadows. her beauty was very much arouseing. especially the green eyes that watched on the sides of the moon lit window. Whispers were quietly passed on as the green eyed strangers plotted something while watching Shera sleep.
Silently a three fingered paw opened up the slideing window......
Shera awoke to exotic scents. she stirred and began to sit up but was surprised by several tall forms surrounding her. she shivered and out of fear shifted to her kitsune form. her six tails seperated and swished like a single flickering flame. The fursons approached her and came into the mysterious light that surrounded her. All of them were Renamon. But some were female.
"Why am i here and what is going on?" said the confused red vixen.
What looked like the leader, a female wearing gold arm gaurds, apporached. "He are the kitsune tribe who work on this territory......... you have been becoming a bother to our work at this college"
"OH! hehe! im sorry, its just, i cant help it, and ive been moveing from college to college......" she blushed and tired to make up her excuses off the top of her head, a big anime sweat drop on the back of her head.
"You do have a passing story, but the judgement wont alow that to let you go free." the leader smirked and crossed her arms across her bust.
"What is the judgemnt for tresspassing?" she bows her head, submission for she didnt want any trouble. these type of kitsune used diamond conjureing magic and diamond is alot more painful than fire.
"Since we are in season, we request that you help us satisfy our needs untill the night is over." she smiled warmfully to the submissive fem.
"Hmmmmm what if i refuse?" a curious look on her sheepish face.
"Death for tresspassing" the leader glared.
"Hmmmmmm! sex or death? hmmmmmm? ORGY!!!" the kitsune bubbly answered, hideing her fear.
A male stepped forward and offered his bulgeing throbbing white sheath to Shera. Shera nuzzled and licked it, causeign it to emerge and rise from its protection. A female walked up and grabbed the male for a deep and delicious kiss. Her middle paw figner roaming under his tail to probe his anus. Another male and female walked up, they lifted the kitsune up on her kneeds so that the female could have access to her bouncy boobies. She nuzzled Shera's breasts and murred when she began to suckle on her nipples. The male grinded his sheath up agianst her rear. Shera began to murr around the cock she is suckleing on. The queen then grinned and rubbed her crotch, it was obviously moist and eager for cock during the entire show. but what really caught shera's eye was something emerging from her sex.
Shera Gasped, a cock and slipped out of the leader's cunt and is staning straight and slick with fem juices. when the leader began to apporach, everyone shifted. the fem and male at the kitsune's front switched so her cunt was in Shera's face, and the male entering her tailhole. As She laped at the fem infront of her. the male behind her slwoly and teaseingly entered his large cock into her tailhole. Her tails tightly embraced the smileing male. The Leader crawled under her and eased the red fox down onto her cock. The fem serviceing her breasts straddled goldy's face.
Soon they all began to screw hard and fast. The cunt in shera's face would often pull away or shove and smash into her face, coating her muzzle and forehead with female musk. The leader and the male fucking her were driveing themselves like lust powered jack hammers. and for the one at her breasts, was moaning and screaming as she bit and tweaked shera's nipples. Shera was alsow screaming and moaning, she had not been fucked so good in centuries.
For longer than possible, as if longer than she had lived, this rythm of receiveing all these thrusts and pokes and licks was drivieng her loins crazy, she would soon release her nights tension. But before her climax hit, the female in her face screamed into the ceiling and covered Shera's red muzzle in her love juices. The male plowing into her gripped the females wiast and what seemed hillarious at the moment of their expressions was his complete nirvana as he seemed to unload his own blood into the renamon he mounted.
The remamon at her tits gave one good lone biteing tug on shera's nipple to complete her little eternity of an orgasm. a pool formed around and over the leaders head, she gurgled and screamed as she spurted her own delicious puddle of female fluids between her legs, and seemed to shoot the same into Shera's depths, beyond her womb and fullfilling. the male was the next, Shera didnt know how she was gonna clean that out but her bowls filled with the white spunky cream of the other mounter.
After the room full of powerful orgasm. Shera's bodywas nothing but a tsunami of an orgasm. her body limp but tense, numb but feeling every nerver stand on end. Her cum not only flowed out of her pussy, but seemed to flood into the pool that they all were fucking in.
Ten minutes of blissful after glow and the group lapped up the combined sex juices that collected on the floor. The renamon peacefully let Shera stay, untill she finished her course and left for a new college. They did plan on a next meet for the renamon season, and a whole year of mischeif.
But our heroine not only spent a good four years of college, but the best four years of college.
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Title: the fox in the woods by Chaistyfox
Tags: Character Development, M/F, Sex, Shapeshifting
The fox in the woods
It was time again for my master to go into town for supplies. i was left alone like many time before for long period of the day and into the night . the cabin was deep in the wood many miles away for town. While he is away i usually stay around the cabin and romp around and play near the cabin not to go to far into the woods.
He always said "Remember there are many wild things that happen in the woods" i would replied "master, what is wrong with following the long dirt trails?" he replied " the trails take you deep in the woods and you make get hurt and lose your way back to the cabin Vixen" "please stay near the cabin until i return" i knew my master was concerned for me, i was after all a wild fox when he met me.. He had tamed the wild animal extincts to want to mate with other animals came in my mind more frequently lately . ithought those extincts were all but gone until i heard a howl in the wood down a trail close to cabin ..
The sound was familar to me, it was as if it was a call to the wild.. i didn't know what to do! At first i wanted to run toward the sound but the warning i was told ringed in my head... But my senses wanted to follow the sound. i next thing i realize is i was running toward it.. closer and closer i got..
i felt mixed emotion course through me, staying clear of the bushes and tree vines that covered the trail.. then i came up to the sound it was silver fox in a trap. He had the most shining fur that i every seen .. I move closer to his body wandering who had put traps on the path and in the woods .
There were no hunters that came to these woods for a long time.. My blood was racing for i have felt this fear since my master found me in the woods . I couldnt do anything for the silver fox my master was away.. i was thinking i better get back to the cabin before the moon starts to set and i have only the light of the moon to light my way..
I started back but i ran so fast i had lost my direction, i started run the fear was taking over .. faster i ran not paying attention to the path in front of me and felt myself falling foward into some thick dry branchesas i tried to get up i noticed the a branch had fallen onto my leg and i couldnt move it ..
Oh my god , I thought. What now?? I didnt know if i should start howling knowing that someone had just caught the silver fox not far down the path ... Panic started to set in...then i heard a sound like twigs cracking... someone or something is coming closer, i tried to stay calm and quiet .. then the next thing that happen was ...
A voice said " Shhh my little fox.. How did u get caught in thses branches?" his husky voice sounded friendly. i replied i was running to fast and didn't noticed them in front of me., " he replied "let me help free you for those branches." I noticed you have a cut on your leg and its starting to swell, I have a litttle camp a mile or two away i can take you and dress your wound then take you where you were running too..
Still a little afraid i had no choice i couldn't walk back to the cabin , i had to trust him as he put his muscular arms around me and lifted to his chest . i discovered that he had a unexpected gentleness about him, its was almost night and there was something about me that i didn't want him to find out and i had to get back to the cabin before the moon and darkness fell...
It was a long walk it seem like it we never were going to arrive at his campfire,its was getting real close to nightfall. we finally made it there, now i he can fix my wound and i can get back . " now this might hurt a little foxy" well now your leg is clean and bandaged.. I will take you where you want to go..
"may i ask where is that?" he said .. i repiled "I kinda got turned around and lost but i should be able to track my way back " he laughed "oh i see.. the next thing happen shouldn't of.. the night had fallen and i dont notice it maybe it was the look in his eyes the put me in a trance.. Let me pack my camp and we will head off " he said .
Then thing i didnt want to happen in front of him was going too, nothing i could do about it. Suddenly my body started to change with the night.. my body had a figure of a human girl with my auburn hair cover part of my body, my thought were to run away but i couldn't move .
"OH MY!!!! he said. stand still in a daze looking at the girl now in front of him . "how did you do that? I am a certain knid of creature that changing at sun setting to human form and a fox during the day. "then we better get you back to your master before anything more happening.
"May i asked your name? " he asked. i replied" vixen"..
I felt mixed emotions in my head i wasn't suppose to want another, the urge to have him was growing stronger then he came closer and pick me up to take me home.. I look in to his eyes .. and asked "what is your name?" Matt
I didn't know what i was feeling at that moment , my arms where around his neck and my lips so close to his we could of touched, then he unexpectedly kissed me his lips so gentle and his tongue pressing between my lips and pushed its way into mine ..sent a shock of electrictly into my body..
Despite the fact that i had no control over my body movements i was in total control of my mind. he had mental hold over my body , its was a feeling that i didnt want to stop... the trail was many miles long back to the cabin, along the way i felt strangely connected to Matt and the feeling of being half naked made me even want to seee more of him . As we were coming to the clearing i could see the cabin in the distance... " i can see the cabin ahead, matt" i replied.
" Oh very good, i safely got you home" matt replied with studder in his voice.. He was happy that he had found her master cabin but the desire he had not to want to leave her was great.. "i better take you inside and at least make you your comfortable until your master gets back" Matt watched as the emotion came over vixen's face, "are you certain you will be aright? " Vixen didnt know how to answer she want him to stay the desire to feel his arms around her again.. Well.. No! answering with fear and excitment in her voice..
As i look up to see Matt has standing over the bed.. i felt a fierce passionate primal feeling come over me.. i want to devore him. I had to react fast my body was screaming to do something that wasn't nature to me.. Matt looked emotionless and stunned. "what do you mean No, vixen" repield matt as he lean over vixen half naked body...Do you not want me to leave?"
Once again i found myself unable to move his body was having a severe affect on me, the presence of is body over mine bought the animal over in me as matt came closer his body was so close his scent was overcoming ..
As night began to fall, the darkness was something i didnt want to be alone in .. but matt had other ideas.. There was something troubling him in the look in his eyes and didn"t know the secret he was keeping but do i dare ask him.
"I must leave you now Vixen and get back to my camp before the night turn to pitch black" With a temble in his voice. "Can you turn the light up before you leave Matt" with hestitation in his voice "you have the light of the full moon shining in here." " Now vixen get some sleep i sure your master will return soon" As i started to close my eyes i saw something in the of door way as matt was leaving the moonlight was cast a shadow over him and what i saw made my body shake.. I couldn't believe what i was seeing..
" Matt are you alright?" i screamed out with panic in my voice..." Why do you asked?" "i thought i saw shape of a wolf in the doorway as i closed my eyes"' Matt turned to lead back to the bed .. "do you really want to see what was in the doorway? I can show you... " I dont think i can close my eyes again until i know" "please don't be scare a what you see" (you could feel the panic in his voice).. then next thing i saw was a large gray husky wolf leaning over the bed..i could believe what was happening my body was trembling with desire as i was looking into his eyes i reaches my hand to touch him..
Matt repiled. "do you like what you see?" " Oh Yes!"
I wondered if he could see how my body heat was rising and tremble with the thought of him body over me.. I could feel my body wanting him to dominate me in such a way to being oout the wild animal in me..
"Oh really, Vixen." matt replied as his mouth moved closer to mine. " as i open my mouth to answer him , i felt the wettness of his tongue pressing against mine while a surge of desire flow across by body to surrender to his beast .. i knew he could feel the heat coming off my body then in a flurry of movement our body were naked and the clothes thrown on the floor ...
"I feel better without those clothes and you vixen doesn't it feel natural "
"Why yes Matt! slightly blushing ..
all i could do at that moment was to look at his big furry hard chest, the soft hair over his muscles and his toned thighs . i felt very strange feeling as my eyes saw his massive cock ...
"Well?" " Are u afraid to release your animal passion? matt asked ..
"i been wondering how it would feel to have the beast release in me? " vixen answered him
"Let me have you and i make that come true" matt repiled..
i braced myself for what was unknown to come.. I relaxed a bit as matt started to lick my neck then down my throat and slowly moved his wet tongue of my firm breast and continue to until the hard erect nipple was wet with his saliva . i had ever felt such sensation as if he was savoring the taste of my body..
" shall i go further"? matt asked .
"Yes! release that is seal in me"
Matt began to moved his tougue slowly my hard belly and began to lick my inner thighs as if he was teases me. i could feel my pussy getting very warm and wet .. as he moved his tongue over my clit .. licking strong and hard and fast.. I felt my entire body trembles with ecstasy . I couldnot believe what was happening ..this feel wonderful ..
Suddenly i was dripping wet with his saliva from his licking.. then i felt his hands holding my waist .
" May i Now i will release you desire " matt asked
" Yes let me take you in" Vixen breathing hard.. "
Slowly he move over me, his body ontop of mine my thighs parting to his hardened cock against my tongue wet lips I felt it nudge within my pussy slit then he pulled himself up onto his knees .. parting my thighs even wider, gripped my waist and began pulling me onto him . thrusting slowly at first as if wanting to enjoy the sensation of the very first thrust of the animal sex being released... then the thrust came hard and deeper as he pulled me down on his balls until its whole head and cock deep into me.. I felt something deep inside me break free
"What have you done? vixen asked almost scare he would stop.
"You have began to release the animal in you at your request, vixen ."
"I will continue to show you more ways to release more"
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Kinky Witch 7: Halloween “Hmm,” came the murmur in my ear. I could feel the tips of her nails tracing around my chest as she pressed into me. I could also feel the warmth emanating from the tips of her fingers. It radiated through me as I felt muscles tense and shift. Mostly it was a pleasant sensation, though the cracking in my feet as they shifted was a bit uncomfortable. I grunted enough to make it clear I was awake. That only enticed her to pounce.
She rolled me over for a moment, her lips slipping onto my hardening cock. It was nice, she could take me all the way and she did. Or at least she did until I felt myself start to grow. Her finger tips danced along my balls as she shifted upward with my growing erection. It wasn’t long before her head was a good six or eight inches above the crest of my hips when she bottomed out. It was enough though as I felt my hips buck a bit and my balls tighten to let her suck down the first load.
I’d barely noticed the continuing changes as I’d orgasmed but I could feel fresh weights on my head, while my back itched. But she wasn’t done with me. Not by a long shot. She quickly slid over onto her stomach and presented herself to me. Even in the dim light I could see her luscious sex spread, waiting as I mounted her. Her fingers coiling into the bedding as she moaned under the thumping of our hips. I was almost too big for her, but she took all of my increased size and girth, and with pleasure. I could feel it when she bored down and held me as her orgasm slipped around her, leaving her panting and breathless for a moment.
By this point my wings were now stretching out behind me, I could feel them brush the walls. Intrigued I wondered what she’d made of me. I started to set foot out of bed, hearing the hard thump of my foot on the carpet, but never got farther as I found myself dragged back in for another round, before she was satisfied enough to let me get up and make the coffee.
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Thankfully my wife had modified my clothes enough that I still could wear a button down and a tie. It looked kind of strange with giant bat wings sprouting from my shoulder and the scruffy mutton chopped look of my dark hair and beard, all offset by two giant ram’s horns that curled around my pointed red ears. The hooves were a nice touch, but it’d taken me a while to get used to walking on them, thankfully the stinger tipped tail was a nice counter balance. Overall, I think I made a wonderfully handsome demon, albeit a bit of scruffy one.
My wife obviously had agreed. After the morning wake up sessions it was quite obvious, she’d planned this little design for her own devilish purposes. I still had the welts from her nails across my shoulders from when she ambushed me as I made coffee. She hadn’t let me get out of the house until I’d fucked her at least once more over the dryer and left her legs shaking so much that she just melted down onto a spare towel and said she’d get up later. Though she had taken the time to clean my dick once more with her tongue. Still, I’d left her in a pool of our mixed juices happily still making small noises as she came down from the last impromptu session. The body clearly had upped my carnal desire and stamina and I was constantly having to reign in impulses to check out women. I was only mildly grumpy about running late, but a bit more annoyed that all the distractions had left me without my morning coffee. It was just enough to get me to scare the first person who said good morning as I turned my demonic grin, teeth and all, on them with a “WHAT?” I’d apologized and explained I hadn’t had a chance for coffee yet.
I shook my head as I headed up the elevator, wondering what her plans for this evening were. She always had something special to come home to. It was a spiritual holiday for her and she let loose with her magic. I expected that she’d be ready for some fun when I got home, which was good because I was finding keeping this body’s urges under control was a bit harder than I expected. I certainly had a time trying not to notice every woman’s assets today, like I was drawn to them. My tail twitched lustily. Other parts twitched too. I tried to be discrete.
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The coffee hissed as it hit the cup, thick and dark. I didn’t bother with any creamer as I turned around.
“Ooh, nice costume!”
“Thanks!” I nodded my head in appreciation, not that I could take credit for the work. Still I smiled back, and offered a nice malevolent grin to show off the full details. To her credit she just laughed, waved and headed off to the copier room.
I trudged back to my desk, a stack of folders in my arms. My ears pricked at all kinds of small sounds that I normally didn’t notice. Though the most notable thing was the muffled clops on the ADA regulation carpet as I headed for my desk.
Getting situated was another matter. My desk chair was certainly not made for wings or a tail. Not that I was used to having either, but it was Halloween and I wasn’t going to turn down an opportunity for my wife to flaunt her magical stuff.
I’d just gotten comfortable when another coworker, Daniel, peeked over my cube wall. “Wow, you really outdid yourself. I heard Janet in accounting almost pissed herself when you walked in. You’re going to win for sure!”
Laughing at the mental image of prim little Janet shaking, I shook my head. “Nope, I didn’t enter.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not fair to the other folks here. My wife’s a professional.”
“But it is the best costume!” A brief chuckle escaped my throat. If he only knew. “Fair’s fair. I talked to the committee and they agreed that I am not eligible.” It really wasn’t fair. It wasn’t really a costume, but I wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Besides, something about magic and using it to win contests results in bad karma or juju or something. So, if I want to go in style, I can’t take a prize from someone else who really put in the effort. My wife has been very clear on this. It sucks a little, but I figure it’s worth the chance to show off a bit in public.
Daniel threw up his hands and shook his head before wandering off. If I knew anything, I knew that the whole day would be like this. I didn’t mind, too much, but a few folks did seem to resent me not participating in the contest. I think because they were tired of Maggie winning. She did an excellent costume, almost as good as my wife’s magic, but as far as I knew she was on the up and up. I wasn’t.
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By mid-morning most of the office had stopped by to take a peek at me, and I could finally get some work done, though I found typing with talons a bit harder than expected. I got the reports over to Janet, who seemed more interested than scared. I couldn’t help but notice the extra emphasis she made with her chest. She wasn’t the only one. I suspected I was putting off pheromones of some sort because more than a few women had unbuttoned a top button or two around me. Thankfully it was going to be a short day, I needed to be home before the trick-or-treat started.
Lunch rolled around, which was obvious by the smells that started emanating from the main conference room and the increase in people talking and milling about. I shoved myself back from the desk and went over to join the crowd. Not that I could really blend in completely. Still about half the staff had dressed up. As always it was a mixed bag. Some folks with little more than a pair of cat ears or a rubble nose, while some went all out. Maggie could be seen flitting about in a full reproduction of Belle’s dress and what looked like a very complicated hair-do. She did cosplay on the weekends so was always a serious contender each year. She had won three years running now. A couple others were really dressed up too. There was the zombie, blood and gore Bill, while Felicity had opted to do a really neat alien costume, while Brandon had a full Rolf the Dog costume on from the Muppets. Those were the ones I could see. More filtered in as the party started.
There was usual fanfare, which means my boss had to have his say about the holiday. This year he’d taken advantage of his height, or lack thereof, and worn a pair of giant fuzzy feet and stuck a pipe in his mouth. A gold ring hung on a chain around his neck. I chuckled at this. Given his short stature and high piping voice he made a very good hobbit, and most of the room applauded him to which he gave a sweeping bow and said ““I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” The savvier fans of the series were quick to laugh at this quote from Bilbo’s farewell speech. It got a good response though.
With that he officially called us to the party. Not that it was anything much, a typical, if office-standard boring. A few spouses showed, and I was kind of sad my wife never attended with me. I grabbed some punch, and a cookie before looking for a seat to hear the annual award announcements. I checked my phone, 12:15. Hopefully they’d be prompt this year. I happened to spot a couple atomic fireballs on my way and grabbed those too. It seemed appropriate.
Once settled into a nice low backed chair with a space for my tail, I was able to relax a little. I got a few more compliments on the demon outfit, and a couple questions about the horns. A few of the women making it obvious that I needed to be aware of some of their assets as well. Hopefully I could control myself until I got home. I focused on eating my cookie, sadly it was kind of a bland peanut butter one.
The regional director had showed up finally, he gave his speech. Most of us tried to stifle yawns, but at last he was able to start handing out the awards. There was a round of surprise when Linda from purchasing won the best costume award. I hadn’t seen her before this, but she’d done up a modern take on wonder woman and put her tall athletic build to good use, and a lot of view. Maggie was runner up, just edging out Bill’s zombie. All in all, it was good fun and folks got some small gift bags. A few mutters reached my ears about how I never seemed to win. I just shrugged when some looked at me and went back to eating the dry cookie.
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I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as I got to my car and slid myself into the seat, careful to fold my wings so they wouldn’t get pinched. Getting out of the building had been something of a chore. Several folks had stopped to talk, and I was pretty sure Gabriella had been sizing me up in the elevator. I could smell her too, and I knew she was ready to go. My body probably would have obliged if I hadn’t gotten out of there as fast as my hooved feet could take me. Now, just in the seat of the car I could try to relax before heading home. It was going to be a long drive, but at least I’d not done anything stupid. Well, except notice how nice Gabriella’s ass really was.
The drive was mostly pretty uneventful, other than the jackass who cut me off. I pulled up next to him and gave him a big snarl and he peeled off like the devil was after him. I just grinned and knew that for a moment I had considered it.
By the time I’d pulled into the driveway it was already almost three. The afternoon sun was still bright, but I took a last moment to survey the damage to our yard. We’d spent days on decorations, we always did. Not the cheap inflatables. I had set up a whole grave yard this year complete with animatronic skeletons. My friend Harold was an engineer and was thrilled to give me a hand setting up the timers and triggers. Now the four skeletons actually stood up and did a bit of a strange dance when a motion sensor was tripped. Cobwebs that looked spun by a giant spider were all over the house too. The secret of these was special, since my wife had given herself a giant abdomen one night and spent the entire night scuttling across the roof to lay these gossamer threads. It’d been a bit fun afterwards too since apparently the task had left her rather horny come morning. I’d had the bite marks for nearly a week. Around the side I’d set up a scarecrow in a small patch of the garden, it’s eyes glowing red with some LED lighting, and an audio that played every seven minutes to do a cackling laugh. She’d set up a classic witch’s cauldron, more theatrical than the real one she used, and filled it with some green lights and a heavy dose of dry ice that puffed and smoked. She debated being the witch herself, but in the end, we’d set up a manikin in a black dress and pointed hat. Like the scarecrow it cackled regularly and I’d set a small motor to make the arms look like they were stirring the brew. I was proud of it.
I nodded at all the work and slipped in the sliding door to find her waiting for me.
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Nothing needed to be said. My briefcase hit the floor about the same time as my pants. She was waiting. A few moments later she and I were engaged in a lustful embrace. I could feel her pawing at me, her lips all over my neck and shoulders. I was careful with my talons at first, but she demanded my full attention and I could feel her nails began to dig into me as her own talons grew. Slowly, I realized her skin under my fingers was changing. Small grooves crisscrossed her body as rich purplish-blue scales began to take shape. They were soft, mailable, yet firm and hard. Cool to the touch. I slowed my rhythm to watch as the scales slowly slid around my cock where it entered her, watching with some fascination as she clenched and released her muscles around me.
Her ears pricked up and slowly lengthened, her tail soon swept out, thick and luxurious between hour legs, all while her nibbles became punctuated by sharper teeth and perhaps the slightest hint of a muzzle. By the time I had flipped her over to finish the job properly, her horns were growing in thick amongst her raven dark hair, sweeping up and back. Her claws dove into the fabric as she pushed back harder and harder into me, her hips thick and scaly, her tail draped over my shoulder. I watched as her wings grew with each thrust, spreading out wider even than my own. I took the time to dig my claws in, her hard scales able to take the pressure from the demonic grip as I pulled her hair in a knot around my fist and arced her back to meet my chest. From this position I made sure to see if her clit was still just as sensitive, only to be rewarded by very un-draconic squeaks of pleasure as she twitched in response to my fingertips. It seemed too fast but I knew by the clock it’d been a long lovemaking session when she reached her climax with me. I let loose a growl even as she roared in triumph before we collapsed on each other panting for breath.
It was some time before we were able to untangle ourselves from our rutting position, the wings and tails making for an interesting juxtaposition of limbs to shift around on a couch designed for neither. Finally, we were able to get ourselves standing and we took a moment to just feel each other in a deep hug. Though it was clear that neither she nor I was completely sated. I could feel her absently playing with my cock while I was groping her ass with my hand. It was nice.
We took the time to get ourselves showered off. Not that we didn’t take a few minutes for another quickie while in the shower. I found her draconic tastes included using her tail for some self-pleasure while she sucked me off again. I took the opportunity to suckle on her draconic teats.
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Finally, out of the shower and dried off, we switched into clothes more suitable for entertaining guests. The coven would be arriving tonight late, and while I couldn’t join the midnight festivities, I would be expected to host the indoor events. I ended up in a short trouser and vest, while she took to wearing a shimmering silver gown that left little to the imagination but was still appropriate for the public.
At six our porch light snapped on. We were the favorite house in the neighborhood. Movie box candy, king sized chocolate candy bars, and many other goodies flew from our door that night. The only night we welcomed others from the neighborhood to our home. We had apple cider for the kids. Hard cider for the few adults intrepid enough to venture out to meet the demon. Everyone got goodies until ten PM when the light snapped back off and the animatronics turned off for the final time. Teens were scared, kids were happy, parents even thanked us.
By the time the moon rose high above the coven was reaching the house, one by one I took their coats, each dressed in a unique costume. I made sure to keep drinks flowing until the ceremony and played proper host. At midnight I promptly drew the shades as asked, and sat down to watch a couple old movies as their evening progressed.
I musted have drifted off at some point because my next memory was that of the coven saying goodbye, and the door shutting. My sensitive ears picked up the scrape of my wife’s sinuous tail as it slid across the floor. I welcomed her into my arms once more. This time less rushed, less forceful. I could feel the magic ebbing away even as the slow glow of dawn began to peak between the curtains.
The magic started to flow away as I felt her slide in between my arms and nuzzle up to me. Last moments as dragon and demon. Her nose in my chest, my hands clasped around her even our tails and wings began to melt away. Her scales once more slipping back into the soft sensuous skin, while my ruddy hue returned to more normal tone. Time slowed for us, as we sought the warmth in each other’s embrace. A kiss, a caress. Just each other as we drifted off in each other’s arms, entwines as only loves can be.
I love my kinky witch of a wife, and more importantly, she loves me. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Hot Wives Investment Club Ch. 04
Tags: hot wife, big cock, police drama, crime drama, mystery, mature, adultery
*The chronological order of my stories is as follows:
Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Teresa's Summer Race, The Trilogy series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series.
The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1-4.
Feedback and* constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.*
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**Part 12 - Good and Evil**
Monday, November 3d. The alarm woke me up at 5:00am. My wife was lying by my side in our 'exclusively marital' bed. Molly was asleep in the guest room, having come over the evening before for dinner. Groggily, I headed to the shower.
After my shower and shave, I went downstairs and to the den to pick up my police notebook. I tripped and almost fell over Laura's large 'maternity bag', which was full of diapers, and would also have formula and blankets and extra clothes for both babies. Fortunately, no damage was done to bag or Police Commander.
This morning is not starting off right, I thought to myself as I headed out to the door and got into my Police SUV. I'm tripping all over things- hmm, maybe that's a sign, I realized as I thought about the case... maybe there's a silver lining in this morning's cloud...
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At 6:00am I walked into the empty MCD room to find that the coffee was made already and the TVs were on. Someone was eager to get back to work, and I knew who it was.
I found Tanya in the back hallway, looking into the darkened space that was the office next to ADA Jenna Stiles's.
"Welcome back, Lieutenant Perlman." I said. "Ready to take charge of MCD?"
"Yes sir!" said Tanya, her face bright with happiness. "But I want to know why Cindy can't have this office, and me her current office. This office is not meant for Jenna's assistant Gor-don." Tanya had a point: Jenna's punk assistant had been working in that second office more and more, to the point he was practically making it his. I intended to stop that, and soon.
"Cindy's staying where she is, in the Captain's office." I said. "And the office next to hers is going to be the next Captain of Uniformed Officers's office after Captain Charles retires."
"Oh, he's leaving?" Tanya asked, surprised.
"He hasn't said so yet." I said. "But once Chief Griswold is gone, I predict he's going to desire to retire, also. I'll be surprised if he's here after February 1st."
"What about me and Teresa?" Tanya asked. "Our offices are so small, Teresa doesn't even use hers; she just sits in Vice. I'm thinking of doing the same thing."
"We'll see what happens with that." I said, not letting on that I had plans to take care of my Lieutenants, extracted from the Town & County Council in exchange for supporting precincts. Tanya peered at me, possibly observing the gleam in my eye, but she said nothing further about it.
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"This is Priya Ajmani, KSTD Channel Five-Alive Morning News!" said the beautiful Indian reporterette at 8:00am, November 3d. Bettina's broadcast the hour before had had no new news, and concentrated on the Elections... still a dead heat in the State Senate race, which depressed me. But the sight of gorgeous Priya wasn't too bad, I thought as I drank coffee in the MCD room and watched with everyone else. Cindy and Jenna were watching Priya with rapt attention... and it wasn't because of her news content, if you know what I mean.
"Five-Alive News has learned that one Sean Bailey is being investigated by the Town & County Police in connection with the murder of Trish Donolan." said Priya. "Bailey is the husband of Margo Bailey, who was a chronic drug abuser and who died of an overdose eighteen months ago. Sources tell Five-Alive News that Sean Bailey believed Trish Donolan was at least partially responsible for his wife Margo's death, and that he may have acted in revenge. Calls to the Police Department for comment have not been returned."
"What the fucking hell?" I asked, absolutely shocked. "Who the fuck did she call?"
"Not me." said Lt. Scott Peterson, coming into the room. "I just checked. She called the Duty Desk at 4:00am and asked for me, then asked them to leave me a message to call her back. Of course I'm not here at that hour, and I only just now got the message to call her."
"That's dirty pool." I said. "Don't call her, Scott... call her boss and chew his ass out. Let them know there's a competing network that just might start getting our exclusive interviews and have exclusive access to our Headquarters Press Room if she doesn't watch her step." Peterson nodded and left the room just as the Chief came in the other door.
"What the hell was that story about, Crowbar?" Chief Griswold growled.
"Some bullshit games being played, sir." I said. "And two can play that particular game. Can we go to your office?" The Chief led the way. Once in his office, I told him what I thought was up, and what I wanted to do about it.
"I agree with your analysis, and you have my fucking permission to do it." the Chief said. "Move out."
I went to my office. Just as I sat down, my cellphone rang. I answered it:
"Why, hellooooooooo Bettina!" I said enthusiastically. "You're not recording this, are you?"
"Hi yourself, handsome." said Bettina. "No, I'm not. I sure don't want this recorded: I just heard about Priya's broadcast on the other station. I just wanted you to know that we were approached with that same story, but we didn't run it."
"Why not?" I asked.
"We hadn't confirmed it with the Police yet, and we think it's not kosher." said Bettina. "Want to know who called us with the story?"
"Of course." I said.
"It was the press relations officer of BigPharmaCorp, speaking on the grounds of anonymity." Bettina said.
"I see." I said. "Bettina, I was just about to call you when you called me. Obviously our minds are well connected."
"I'd rather our bodies be connected." Bettina said in a flat out invitation.
"Me too, and we'll make that happen soon. Very soon." I promised. "But for now, here's a huge scoop for you, if you'd like KXTC to exclusively film a perp walk."
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"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News, bringing you exclusive coverage of the arrest of Donovan Donolan by the Town & County Police Department!" The image showed Donolan being led out of his home by Sergeant Thompson and now-Sergeant Rudistan, Donolan's hands cuffed behind his back, the officers holding his arms in a way that made it hard for him to duck his head.
Bettina's voice could be heard as the television showed the world the 'perp walk' by Donolan: "The Police have arrested Donolan, wealthy CEO of BigPharmaCorp, for suspicion of murder, and also for having police evidence in his personal possession without authorization. A statement from the Police says that Donolan and his wife had a fight the morning of the day she died, and that he is formally a 'person of interest' in their ongoing murder investigation. We have no further details at this time, but will bring you more news as soon as we get it..."
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"What the fuck is this about?" said Donolan's lawyer in Interrogation-1. Donolan had been dragged through booking, his mug shot released to the Media for widespread distribution. BigPharmaCorp had offered no statement to the Press so far, stunned by the events.
"That Sean Bailey story." said the Chief, who was sitting next to me. Teresa Croyle was sitting in a chair behind us, and Patrolman Morton was keeping watch. I had no clue how many people were behind the one way glass, but I suspected it was a standing-room-only audience.
"What?" said the lawyer. "That wasn't us."
"Bull shit." I said quietly, my even voice belying my underlying anger.
"What?"
"I said 'bull shit'." I replied a bit more loudly and with emphatic clarity, looking Donolan hard in the eyes, ignoring his legal beagle. "Your press department gave that story to the Media."
"You'll never prove that." said Donolan.
"I don't *need* to prove it, dipshit." I said witheringly. "It's enough that I know. And all this is an eye for an eye. You had your people smear Bailey's reputation out of sheer, mean-spirited spite, asshole. You're as mean as your dead wife; you two were perfect for each other."
"All right, Crowbar," said the Chief just as the lawyer was about to explode on me. "I think we get the point. But the Police Commander is right, gentlemen. And the charges are real. I suggest you think about explaining those photos."
"You know damn well he can't do that." said the lawyer. "He's invoked. He can't say anything, and you know it. You're trampling on his Constitutional rights with these threats."
"We're not trampling on anything." I said. "Your client may continue to take the Fifth, and I don't need his protestations of innocence to convince a jury of his peers, such as they are, to convict him of not only the smaller charge... but also the murder charge."
"Oh Jesus Christ, you don't have shit." said the lawyer, his voice barely restraining his anger. "I've explained the photos on my client's behalf. And he let you check the GPS on his vehicle."
"That just shows where his limousine went, not where he went." I said. "No proof he was in the limo at the time."
"For crying out loud," said the lawyer, "his limo driver will testify."
"How well do you pay your limo drivers, Mr. Donolan?" I asked, the insinuation clear. "Pretty damn well, last I checked."
"Can I have a moment to talk with my lawyer, please?" Donolan asked. He was smart enough to have understood where all this was going.
"Sure." said the Chief. "Come on Crowbar, Croyle. Morton, just outside the other door, if you will."
"Yes, Chief." said Morton. He waited until we went into the anteroom, then went out the other door, guarding it.
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"Donovan, if you talk now, you can't re-invoke." said the lawyer.
"If I don't tell them about those photos, I might as well be dead." said Donolan.
"Donovan, what happened with that Sean Bailey story? Did you do that?" the lawyer asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I think my people took some of my words a little too literally." said Donolan, not admitting the real truth. He'd been the one to plan the attack on Bailey and have his company's media relations department give it to the Press.
"Okay," said the lawyer. "My advice is to keep silent and let us fight them all the way, tooth and nail, to the last ditch. There is no way in hell they can make this stick. Any of it."
"I hear you." Donolan said. "But I'm going to waive and talk. That Crowbar bastard made it clear they're going to lynch me if I don't. I was warned by some people... some really big People... that if he got pissed off enough, things would go badly. Well, he's pissed, and things are going badly."
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"Just you, Commander." said the legal beagle. They'd asked for me to come back into the room alone, which was an affront to Chief Griswold, but he'd acquiesced. Regardless, Senior Patrolman Morton was in the room with me.
"Sorry, gentlemen," I said, explaining Morton, "it's Department policy to have at least two of us in the room. That's for *your* protection, by the way, since one of our former officers, now an SBI agent, liked to beat the shit out of lawyers." I was remembering Ikea's assault on Jeanine Olivet.
"Whatever." said Donolan. "Listen, I'm waiving my Fifth Amendment rights. I am telling you that those photos had been slipped under the front door the morning of the day Trish died. I confronted her about them, which was the argument we had, and then I put them in the safe and went to work. We had a huge Board meeting that day, so I didn't have time to work it out further with Trish. And I never got a chance to, I never saw her again."
I threw up my hands in mock helplessness. "Donolan, you're not giving me a thing, here."
"What *can* I give you?" Donolan said, nearly shouting. "I can't prove a negative. Look, let me put it this way: this is embarrassing to *you* that your photos leaked. And how in the hell could I get them? Aren't they secure?"
"You're a wealthy man, Mr. Donolan." I said, not pointing out Donolan's contradiction in his last two attempts to make points. "One of the most powerful men in the State. You can easily buy things you want, things like those photos."
"And how am I supposed to have known your Police Force even had those photos?" asked Donolan.
"Money talks." I said.
"My client is bring up reasonable doubts, Commander." said the lawyer, groping for something upon which to base a bluff. "Your story is not solid, and won't be in a jury's eyes."
"Harrumph!" I grunted. "Counselor, I know all about 'beyond a reasonable doubt', but juries aren't stupid either. We found the pics in his possession. That's a hardcore fact, it's rock solid, and the Chief of Police was there, for cryin' out loud. You know you have to come up with something strong to counter that solid fact."
I leaned forward a bit for emphasis as I said "And let me be sure you understand: the photos show your wife banging a black stud. You fought with her about it. That's not only probable cause... juries have convicted for murder on less than that. Jealousy... oldest motive in the world."
"Come on, Commander," said Donolan. "You of all people should know that my wife and I loved each other, and that our marriage was strong enough that we had an open relationship, and you know such strong relationships don't change on a dime. Think of your own marriage."
"Oh, if *my* marriage changed on a dime, *I'd* be the one that would come over all dead." I replied, very sure but not worried about it. "But that's beside the point. Yes, Mr. Donolan, I personally might understand... but district attorneys and juries more than likely won't."
"Look, I was in my limo." Donolan said. "People saw me get in, I'm sure there's cameras everywhere that showed my route. I didn't kill my wife, Commander. And the photos: I swear to God they just showed up under the door. Obviously someone wanted me to see them, maybe someone is trying to frame me. Sean Bailey wouldn't be above that, Commander."
"Funny how you keep bringing up Mr. Bailey, Donovan." I said. "Now why is that?" After a pause pregnant with tension, I said "It's time to come correct with that story, Donolan."
"What can I say?" said Donolan. "After the man's wife died, he blamed my wife for her death. His wife was a fucking crack whore, she really was. She went and had sex with other men, died of an overdose, and he wants to blame my wife. He made some ugly accusations, then resigned before I could have him fired. I couldn't stop him from being hired by Crown, but I sure have stopped him from being hired by anyone else that's of any quality, including Lightsource Industries."
"Why?" I asked, just curious. "The man's wife is dead, he's distraught and grieving. And here *you* are, absolutely hell-bent on destroying him, to the point of playing dirty tricks in the Media to attack him. Why?"
"It's how you get to my position, Commander." Donolan said. "When someone fucks with you, you don't just take an eye for an eye; you take out both his eyes and cut off his arms and legs, too. Look at what you've just done to me in retaliation for what you think is my press report about Sean Bailey. You know the deal, Commander, that's why you are where you are."
I tried hard to keep hold of my temper as I replied. "No, I don't beat a man down when his wife is dead and he's near-mad from grief, just for the perverse pleasure of doing it." I said. "And I'll tell you something else, Donolan: your wife *did* deliver Margo Bailey to those pimps when Margo was desperately trying to stay clean. Your wife took her to the clubs where the black drug dealers were, your wife's buddies, maybe your wife's black *lovers*..." I saw Donolan's eyes grow jet with anger... "and they got Margo jacked up on drugs, then raped before she died of the overdose."
I continued, whipped to anger, my eyes boring into the furious CEO's eyes: "Sean Bailey was right about you and your wife, Donolan. He didn't fuck with you, just the opposite. You keep going after him because you *know* he was right when he called you out for being the mean, hateful, dirty little man that you are, Donovan. What you're really trying to destroy... is the exposure of your own evil."
I stood up. "I'll tell you this, Donolan... no, I'm *not* like you... and you're damned fortunate that I'm not like you. If I was, I'd let you stand trial for your wife's murder, not worrying about your guilt or innocence. But, lucky for you, I'm more interested in Justice than in destroying someone for the sake of pure menace."
I walked out of the room and into the anteroom, almost unable to get through the crush of people. I felt pats on my back and whispered 'way to tell him!' comments as the crowd moved like a living organism before finally dispersing down the various hallways. It took some time for the cold feeling in my soul, a feeling of being dead to all but Justice, to die down and for me to relax...
**Part 13 - The Pursuit of Evidence**
Though delayed by the arrest of Donovan Donolan, the Promotions and Medal Ceremonies were conducted in the large auditorium. I had more fun pinning ranks on the promoted individuals than having to stand there as the Chief pinned the Police Star of Gallantry upon my own uniform.
Then, in a surprise, the Mayor walked into the proceedings and presented the Chief with the Police Department Distinguished Service Award, which was only superseded by the Medal of Valor and Police and Fire Crosses. The Chief's award was something of a lifetime achievement award, and I knew that upon his actual retirement he would also be getting the Public Safety Department's Distinguished Service Award. That was like the Defense Department's DSM vs. the Army's DSM. The Council does indeed like to give awards out like candy, I thought to myself, though happy for the Chief's well-deserved accolades.
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As the ceremony was ending and people chatting and dispersing, J.R. Barnes came up to me with one of his young technicians. "Commander, can we talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure." I said. "Let's go to my office."
In my office, J.R. introduced his technician, who was a rookie Police Academy graduate named Bobby Patrick. Patrick's best quality is that he had a degree in Chemistry from the local University.
"Commander," said Patrick, "Technician Barnes and I were talking about our search of the facility the night of the murder. I examined that janitor closet, *and I did take the mop out of the bucket and looked in there.* There was no bag in the bucket, sir."
"*I know.*" I said. "And I apologize for having to say that you'd missed it. I needed that wrong information poured into the right ears, so that culprits would not try to flee the jurisdiction." I told them what had likely really happened, and they understood my subterfuge. I swore them to secrecy on it, also.
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At 2:00pm, November 3d, I went searching for Cindy Ross and was told she was in Classroom 'E'. Indeed she was, and she was looking at the whiteboards and a slew of papers on the table in front of her. And she was not alone: my mother Phyllis was sitting to her left, wearing her Police Auxiliary uniform.
"Hi Don," said Cindy, "I'm just trying to earn that blue crowbar and figure this stuff out."
"You've long since earned the crowbar, my friend." I said, passing behind her back. "Hi, Mom." I said, kissing her on the cheek. "You look gorgeous today."
"Why thank you, Son." Phyllis said. "Lieutenant Ross and I are just looking over all the evidence. It's a very interesting case. I only regret that I did not see the crime scene that night."
"I agree, it would've been good if you were there, Mom." I said. "So, what have you ladies discovered?"
"Myron has found nothing on Sean Bailey, except that Bailey travels a lot." said Cindy. "I'd ascribe that to looking for a job. Otherwise, we have no motive for Sean, and really for no one else except the husband."
"That is true, though I think we have some motives for other people." I said. "I'll point out one thing, though. This was absolutely premeditated. A master key was reproduced, a hiding place for the weapon created. The killer thought ahead of time about having a Tyvex suit for the blood. The killer planned, and planned well, to go back in and re-hide the evidence bag. I see real planning and execution here, and that means that Trish was the target long in advance. What does that suggest to you, ladies?"
"Someone knew her schedule," Cindy replied, "someone knew where she'd be and when, and lay in wait for her. I'd say it was the husband after their fight after he saw the pictures, but this obviously took more time in planning for him to do it in less than a day, pretty much on the spur of the moment."
"Very good, Cindy." said Phyllis. "But I just can't help wondering... if those pictures aren't distracting us. Mr. Donolan could've been planning to kill his wife long before those pictures arrived."
"Nice point." I said. I looked amongst the mess of papers and began collecting the photographs. There were a number from the crime scene, as well as some of the main meeting room, with Investment Club members and police officers milling about.
Just then, Teresa Croyle came in. "Commander, can I borrow Lieutenant Ross for a moment?" Teresa asked. I nodded and Cindy got up and went out.
"Okay, Mom." I said. "Take a look at these two pictures..." My mother looked at them for a long moment... then she got it.
"Oh, of course, I see it." she said. "Yes, I see what you're getting at, Son."
"Yes." I said. "Now we just have to find motive, and some proof. Oh, that reminds me, I need to talk to Myron. I want him to check on the finances of someone who was at the River Valley Country Club the night of Trish Donolan's murder..."
**Part 14 - Evidence Pursuits, Sexual Pursuits**
Tuesday, November 4th. Election Day. At 6:10am I went into the Chief's office. As I entered, he said "Go get some coffee for both of us, and get back in here." I hustled to MCD, filling my large mug and then the Chief's, then hurried back. Yes, I'm the Police Commander... and I still jump when the Chief says to get him coffee.
"So, where are we on the Donolan murder?" the Chief asked when I got back with the mugs of the Elixir of Life, that being coffee.
"Close, sir." I said. "I'm waiting for DNA to get back on the evidence we found, and I hope we hear something today. I'm also waiting for Myron and Mary to research some data. What they find may be the key to solving the riddle."
"So what else are you going to do, besides wait?" the Chief asked.
"I was thinking of going over to the City and interviewing Susan Wexler." I said. "About the Donolan murder, of course. I'm still trying to decide how to approach her showing up in our Vice sting as part of that sex party. I'm thinking I might talk to Britt Maxwell while I'm over there, see what she has to say. Maybe she can look into the Wexler undercover situation, and would know who to get in touch with if there's an issue."
"Not a bad idea, but of course the real reason you're going to see Miss Maxwell is because she's so easy on your eyes." said the Chief, teasing me.
"Oh yes," I said, unperturbed, "and a lot of other men's... and women's." I replied. The Chief peered at me as I drank some coffee, then began drinking his own.
"Well, it's Election Day." said the Chief. "Captain Charles has assigned Patrol Officers to every one of our 30 voting districts, so there should be no trouble."
"No sir." I said, very sure. "But I can't say that about what's going to happen in the Courts tonight if Katherine Woodburn isn't ahead." The Chief peered at me, then drank more coffee.
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7:00am. Another wonderful cup of coffee, and a television visit from Bettina!
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" blared the lovely redheaded reporter. "Today is the day! The Polls are opening right now, and the State Senate race for the 1st District is too close to call. Katherine Woodburn has a one point lead over John Cummings, but that is well within the margin of error. Experts say it's going to go down to the wire. Meanwhile, there are no other races expected to be so close, as Miriam Walters is solidly ahead the County's first election for Solicitor, and Dr. John Quincy Kelly has pulled significantly ahead of incumbent Steven Lester Haines in the Coroner's race."
"Meanwhile, there is no new information on the murder case of Trish Donolan. Her husband, wealthy BigPharmaCorp CEO Donovan Donolan, has been released on his own recognizance after being arraigned for being in custody of police evidence without authorization. The BigPharmaCorp Board of Directors issued a statement expressing their vote of confidence in Donolan, and that no action will be taken until his legal situation is resolved. Meanwhile, as Channel Two News exclusively reported yesterday, Sean Bailey has been cleared by Police of any wrongdoing in the murder of Trish Donolan, and Police Chief Griswold emphasized that Bailey is not a suspect in their investigation. Stay with KXTC Channel Two News for the latest and most accurate news information!"
"You know," Cindy said to me, "we really haven't cleared Bailey as far as hiring someone to do it for him."
"True," I replied, "but if you can find where he paid someone a hundred grand to commit that fantastic crime, you're doing much better than Myron and Mary have been able to do."
Martin Nash said "KSTD has walked back their story about Bailey, but won't formally apologize nor correct the record."
"Withhold my surprise-" I started. I then went into a reverie. A long one.
"Don?" Cindy finally said, gently shaking my shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah..." I said to myself.
"Solving the murder over morning coffee, are we?" Cindy said. "If so, allow me to pour you a fresh cup."
"Please do." I said, holding out my cup. As Cindy filled it, I said "Solving murders is good. Coffee is better."
After sipping from my mug, I said "No, I haven't solved it yet, but what I was thinking about may tie in. I just realized why KSTD went off on Bailey like they did before confirming the story."
I stood up. "Excuse me, folks. I've got to go talk to Myron... and call Jack Muscone."
"I love my job, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job..." Cindy chanted after I'd left. Martin Nash grinned at Cindy's eternal complaint, giving about as big a grin as anyone in MCD had seen from him in some time.
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At 10:45am I entered the FBI office of Jack Muscone in the City.
"How the heck are you, Don?" Jack said. "Glad to see you over in our neck of the woods."
"Thanks, Jack." I said, sitting down in the chair to which he pointed. "So how have you been doing?"
"Not too bad, personally and professionally." he said. "My team's been working on finishing up the rogue CIA cell. They had a lot more tentacles than we realized, and your discovery of Alicia Foster and her husband Spence tore open new holes for us to look into, with some positive results. And something along those lines is why you're here now, isn't it?"
"Of course." I said. "Did you look into the industrial espionage angle I suggested?"
"Yes and no." said Muscone. "We started to, and then my boss suggested that was something our FBI Consultant could research in his spare time and get paid for doing it."
"I'm already doing it, and keeping track of the hours." I said. "Both the Alicia Foster case and the one before it, the Diane Lang murder case, have something behind them."
"What's that? CIA associates?" Jack asked, intentionally getting in a dig at the other Federal service.
"No, I'm the one sleeping with one of those." I said. "No, it's even worse than the Company... it's the lawyers. Those weren't just local legal beagles defending those ladies, but real legal firepower, 'expensive-as-all-get-out' kind of firepower. Atkins had a high power attorney behind him, also, and Spence Foster's wasn't shabby."
I continued: "As to the murder of Trish Donolan that I'm working on now, there's pre-planning and bold execution behind the killer's actions. And in that, I'm sensing that same presence lurking in the background."
"We heard about the Donolan case." said Muscone. "The boys in Washington have been getting an earful about it, wanting us to get involved in it, or get the SBI into it. Of course it's your case all the way, and I don't know why they're interested."
"It's because the dead woman's husband is the CEO of BigPharmaCorp, not one of the really big 'Big Boyz', but on the second tier. And the Big Boyz are scared shitless about the whole thing, especially after I had Donolan arrested after he pulled a dirty trick. Also, our Vice squad had a drug sting going, and we got some pictures of Trish Donolan and our drug suspects from the City fucking their brains out... and the pictures ended up in Donolan's hands."
"Fancy that." said Muscone. "You didn't do that, did you? Send the prick those pics?" I smiled. Muscone was not the dumbest rock in the box by any means.
"You're pretty sharp, no matter what everyone else says about you." I needled Jack. "No, it wasn't me. But what was interesting, and the reason I'm in the City: another woman, who is a member of the Investment Club that was meeting when Trish Donolan was killed, was caught in our Vice sting getting her brains fucked out. Her name is City Police Captain Susan Wexler. Know her?"
"Vaguely." said Jack. "We might've been introduced, but I don't really know her. I've heard about her, though. She's one of the City Police Department's highest people. She'd be a lot higher, Inspector or Assistant Commissioner, but she resisted being promoted into paper-pusher jobs."
"I'm going to meet her today." I said. "Interview her about the Donolan case, and maybe see if I can glean a glimpse into why she was featured in my Vice Squad's dirty pictures. Anyway, what I wanted to tell you was that there is a significant brain behind the Donolan case. I'll send you our collected data, and maybe you guys can find a connection to something bigger."
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I was escorted through City Police Headquarters by Detectives Robin Ventura and Thomas "Sapper" Warren. It took a bit of time, as many officers had heard my name and wanted to be introduced. I bore these necessities; who knows when I might need any or all of these people on my side and working with or for me in the future...
Finally I made it to the branch in Vice that I was seeking, and to the office of Captain Susan Wexler.
A lovely sight greeted me as I went into the office. Susan Wexler was in her forties. Her hair was a frazzle of black curls with a touch of gray around the ears. Her body was firm and toned, and very shapely with larger-than-average breasts and an hourglass shape that led to hips that flared out just a bit. She was wearing pants over her high heel matte black pumps, but I'd seen the photos and knew her legs were smoking hot.
"Commander, please, have a seat." she said after Robin Ventura introduced me and then withdrew.
"Tell you what." I said. "I'll drop the ranks if you will. Deal?"
"Sure... Don." Susan said, smiling brightly as she sized me up with her roving eyes.
"Thank you... Susan." I said. "Now I'm wondering if our conversation would be more pleasant over a cup of coffee at the coffee shop across the street.
"You're reading my mind." said Captain Wexler. "However, I have a better idea in mind, and a more private location to talk..."
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Susan drove me to the Marriott Grande Hotel. "We have room 609 reserved at all times for undercover operations." she said.
"I like the sound of that..." I said suggestively. "Under covers." Susan smiled.
Once inside the room, we sat at the table by the window, which afforded a nice view of the western part of the City and its suburbs.
"I'm here about the Trish Donolan murder." I said. "I know you are a member of the County Ladies Investment Club, and I wanted to get your perspective on what happened there when Mrs. Donolan was killed."
"To be honest, I had no idea what was going on, and still don't." said Susan. "Since I was out of jurisdiction I just held back and let you and your guys do the work. Your officers found my gun very quickly. I showed them my carry permit instead of my badge so that I would stay incognito as a police officer. I never know when I might go undercover, nor where, so its best they don't know who I am. I'm assuming that's why you're here doing this interview one-on-one?"
"That's one reason." I said, not really masking my intentions toward this hot older woman. "But it's a wise precaution. By the way, if you do any undercover operations in my County, please at least let me or my Vice Lieutenant know, so that there won't be any problems. I'm not asking for more than need-to-know, but we do need to know if you're there. And you're not doing anything in our part of the State right now, are you?"
"No, we have no operations going on in your County right now." said Susan. "Neither does the State, as much as Jack Lewis wants to do something and fuck you guys over."
"I'm sure he does." I said, noting not only the distraction of mentioning the SBI Director, but also noting Susan's denial of conducting any operations in our County. "So your only visit to our County recently has been for the Investment Club meeting?"
"That's right." said Susan. "Though I came over the night before and spent the night at your University Hotel. Better than this place, for sure."
"So how well did you know Trish Donolan?" I asked.
"Not particularly well." Susan said. "Mostly as a member of the Club. She and her husband came to the City for receptions and such stuff which I also attended." Now I knew she was withholding the truth from me, but was the reason legitimate, I wondered to myself.
I said "Would you mind recounting how the body was found?"
Susan replied "We were back from our break, and I'd been talking to Carol Carlington, who also lives here in the City now, when someone asked where Trish was. Cat Clausen said she'd go look for Trish and put down her handbag and went into the breakroom area. Then we heard a scream and we all rushed in. Cat had found Trish's body in the bathroom."
"I'm sure that with your police experience and training, you took a lightning inventory of the crime scene." I said. "Anything unusual pop out at you?"
"Only that Trish had been leaned against the door, and when Cat opened the door Trish fell out of it and so she was halfway in the bathroom and halfway in the breakroom. I remember thinking at the time that 'that was some trick by the murderer to lean her body against the door like that'. Other than that, I saw nothing unusual. No one had tracked any blood anywhere on the floor or anything like that."
"You're right." I said. "We didn't find anything like that."
"I don't envy you, by the way." said Susan, getting up out of her chair. "This is going to be a really tough case to solve. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go powder my nose. Make yourself more comfortable, Don." I watched as Susan strutted to the bathroom, her words giving me... and my loins... a surge of hope that something *good* was about to happen.
While she was in the bathroom, I took out my little bug-detecting device and used it. The room was bugged to the hilt, which was no surprise if City Vice was keeping the room on retainer, but fortunately none of the devices were being used right now.
"So, Don..." I heard Susan's voice say. "How's this for a police uniform?" I turned and almost gasped in shock.
Susan was wearing her high heel pumps and what looked like sheer black stockings until I realized they were finely woven fishnet stockings. The stockings were connected and held up by a garter belt, and a nice patch of thick black pubic bush was gloriously exposed. Above that, Susan was wearing a button-down shirt, opened, exposing her luscious breasts. I could see blue veins criss-crossing along her breasts, and that somehow turned me on as much as the large dark nipples standing proudly on her tits.
"I definitely approve." I said going up to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips met in a warm kiss, then a second kiss that turned into a deep, tongue-twining kiss.
"I heard you were a party animal." Susan said breathlessly as she felt my crotch, not missing my hardening cock. "Why don't you get out of your clothes and let's do some real under-cover work, yes?"
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We were lying on top of the bed in a sweaty heap, cuddling and kissing. Our sexual liaison had been intensely hot. After eating her pussy and feeling her warm mouth suck me to iron-hardness, I had deeply fucked Susan in the missionary position, enjoying the feeling of her legs wrapped around me, the fishnet stocking sliding against my thighs, hips and sides. Susan had been a very active participant, moving her hips to match my thrusts, giving as good as she was getting it. It was not long before I was climaxing, emptying my balls into her snug snatch.
We then enjoyed a long, slow, deep fuck. I had taken a 'gray viagra', and felt that my stamina was good as I pumped the older woman beneath me. I have a thing for older women, and Susan Wexler was one incredible mature hottie. She expertly and deeply kissed me as we lustily mated, and I could tell she was extremely experienced in the sex department.
"I'll have to invite you to some of our parties here." Susan said as we cuddled. "My friends would love getting fucked by you... if you're into that sort of thing. Are you into the swinging and orgy scene in that rockin'-hot University town?"
"I'm sure I could be persuaded to be." I said, realizing what information Susan was probing for, but not giving it to her. She was trying in roundabout fashion to determine how much I knew about *her* sexual exploits, which I had deliberately concealed from her while interviewing her about Trish. Susan was a strong adversary, I could tell.
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Before leaving the City, I stopped in to chat with Inspector Britt Maxwell of the SBI, making sure that I was not followed. I told Britt everything about Susan Wexler being in Town and fucking the black guys with Trish, and wondering if Susan was on an undercover mission, a dirty cop, or just having some good sexual fun. Britt said she'd look into it very discreetly, and would give me any information she found out... after she and I had some good sexual fun, of course.
I couldn't stay and take Britt to dinner though, and she understood: I had to go back to Town for the Election results...
**Part 15 - Election Night**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" shouted the lovely redhead reporterette into her microphone from outside City Hall. She was dressed up, showing just a bit more cleavage, wearing just a bit of extra jewelry, her hair made up just a bit more, as if the news she was reporting was a really big deal... oh yeah, it really *was* a really big deal.
"It's 7:01pm and the polls are just closing in the County." Bettina reported. "At this time we can announce that Channel Two News projects the winner of the Sheriff's election will be Lieutenant Daniel Allgood of the Town & County Police Force!"
A cheer erupted in our room. We were in Daniel's hotel suite near the top of the University Hotel, and one of the ballrooms on the first floor had been rented for the victory party. John Cummings had rented rooms on the other end of the Hotel. Katherine Woodburn was at the Hyatt Hotel north of Town. In our room was Daniel and Melina, myself and Laura, Chief Griswold and his wife, and Martin Nash and Sandra Speer. Others would be coming in within the hour.
"Congratulations, Boss." I said, shaking Daniel's hand.
"Hey, this was all your doing, buddy." he replied.
"Yeah," I said in mock fear, "I dragged you into this, and now you'll be taking it out on me." Daniel and the Chief laughed heartily.
"Hmmm," said Melina, who was sitting next to Laura on the sofa next to ours. "So my husband is now my ex-hubby's boss." She rubbed her hands together as she cackled "Moohahahahaha!" The gleam in her eye was one I knew well from eight years of marriage to her, and I knew it required a retaliatory response.
"Yes, my dear," I replied, "but my wife is *your* boss, not to mention big sister, and I might can't kick your ass, but she can."
"I'm staying out of this one." said Laura, getting up to hug Daniel. "Congratulations, Daniel."
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Mrs. Griswold opened it and was almost knocked down as John 'Jack' Colby burst into the room.
"You got the news on?" Colby said breathlessly. We all turned to the TV as Colby said "Nance is holding the polls open, but only in the black districts!"
"This is KXTC Channel Two News with a breaking story!" cried out Bettina. "Let's go straight to Brian Jennings. Brian, whaddya got?"
Brian Jennings, who was in reality within sight of Bettina on the other end of Courthouse Square, came onto the screen. His hair was brown-black, slightly graying at the edges. He tried to look distinguished in his suit, but came across as if he was looking down his long nose at you. His voice was condescending, and he talked as if he were better than you, knew more than you did, and wanted to make sure you knew that his word was your gospel.
Jennings began his report. "Bettina, I'm here at the Courthouse, where Superior Court Judge Harry 'Spud' Nance has just granted a motion to keep the polls in the Town's 2nd and 3d Districts, and only those districts, open for at least one more hour. The NAACP had filed a request with the Court, saying technical glitches had caused voting problems in the primarily Black districts, and that Black voters were being disenfranchised of their voting rights."
"That's a load of horse shit!" exclaimed the very red-faced Jack Colby as the rest of us watched.
Jennings continued, "Lawyers for John Cummings' State Senate Campaign have appealed to both the State Appellate Court and the Federal Court. The State Appellate Court has flatly denied the Cummings Campaign appeal, stating that this election is about more than just his race, and the County Republicans have not yet joined the Cummings Campaign appeal. The Federal Court has not yet ruled either way, waiting to hear what the County Republican Party wants to do about it. Meanwhile, both parties are complaining of harassment of their poll watchers at several polling stations, and lawyers for both parties are gearing up for legal challenges. Back to you, Bettina!"
"Don," said Jack Colby, his baritone voice quivering with anger, but also fear, "you gotta do something. They're flat out trying to steal the election from John Cummings. It's neck-and-neck, and I mean it literally when I say that a dozen votes might decide that thing."
"Mr. Colby," I said quietly, "what would you have me do? I'm a police officer, not a poll watcher."
"You can go down to City Hall, where they're counting the ballots." said Colby. "Watch and make sure they're not cheating."
I sighed. "Mr. Colby," I said, "not even Chief Griswold or the Mayor can go into there without a warrant. I'm serious. It's sealed off. If I were to go in there without a warrant, I'd be arrested myself. You're the one who has to lead this fight; my hands are tied, and all the more so because I'm a cop."
"And you predicted this would happen, too." said Colby, remembering. "Did you talk to the Elections people?"
"I sure did." I said. "But there's nothing more I can do, but wait and watch like everyone else. You might want to talk to D.A. Krasney."
"Well, I guess I better go see what I can do." said Colby. "Oh, congratulations, Daniel!" he said, striding up to Daniel and quickly shaking his hand.
"And you,too, Councilman Colby." said Daniel, but it was practically to Colby's back as he hurried out.
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Thirty minutes later, I was admitted to the suite of John Cummings by his cousin Joanne Cummings, who happened to be one of my Detectives. I found a room alive with a low hum of chatter, anxious but not yet frantic.
"Hi, John." I said, stepping up to Cummings and shaking his hand. He looked depressed.
"Hi Don." he said. "I was going to try to pop over and congratulate your brother-in-law on his Sheriff win, then this came up."
"How's it looking?" I asked.
"Bad." said a voice behind me. Then Cummings' campaign manager came into my sight. "It's going to be at least midnight, but it looked like we'd win by about 200 votes out of 70,000 or so cast in the County. But this corrupt judge is going to steal the election for Woodburn!" His face was red with anger.
"Don, anything you can do? Oh... here, sit down by me." John Cummings said, his voice an open plea. Joanne Cummings was watching, almost forgetting to breathe.
"I'm afraid not." I said, sitting down to Cummings's left side. "It's in the hands of the lawyers and the Courts now, no matter who wins." I then sat down next to Cummings and said in a voice only he could hear. "John, even if you win the vote count, they'll find a way for Woodburn to win in the recount, or they'll find away to disallow some of your votes. The Democrats' lawyers are already laying the groundwork for it."
"Why? Why can't they just let the People decide by the vote?" Cummings asked, his voice exasperated. "ANDREW!" he called out.
A handsome man in an expensive suit strode up. "Oh, Andrew, this is Police Commander Donald Troy. Don, this is Andrew Cardigan, who is heading my legal team."
"Good to meet you, Commander." Cardigan said. "Can I have a moment with Mr. Cummings?"
"You can speak in front of Don." said Cummings. The lawyer did not look happy about it, but acquiesced, sitting down on Cummings' other side.
"We're trying to get in touch with the County Republican office." Cardigan said. "They're saying they're busy, running around like chickens with their heads cut off and will get back to us. To be honest, John, I don't think they're going to call us back."
"I can understand the Democrats, but why are the Republicans not helping me?" said Cummings. Cardigan looked at me.
"Because you're a Conservative, Mr. Cummings." I replied. "The Republicans hate Conservatives like you more than anything else. They'd rather the Democrat win than a true Conservative win." The look of shock on not only the two men's faces, but of everyone else who had heard my words, would've been priceless if it weren't for the open pain on their faces as they realized the truth of my words.
I also knew I wasn't too popular in that room at the moment. My cell phone saved me by ringing loudly. I took the call, which was from Laura, ordering me back to Daniel's rooms.
"Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me," I said, "I'll see what I can do on my end, and let you guys get back to work."
"If you go down to Republican Headquarters with your crowbar, it might help." said Cardigan.
"If I do that, Mr. Cardigan," I said, "I'll be indicted for murder tomorrow morning. I'm as mad as you about this. Good luck to you." I exited the room.
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When I got back to Daniel's suite, I found the room chock-full of people, and it was loud and noisy... until I walked through the door, whereupon silence was instantaneous.
"What?" I asked. "I'm not wearing a Wildcats jersey." The joke fell flat.
"What's the word over in Cummings's room?" asked T&C Councilwoman Dagmar Schoen, breaking the tension and silence.
"They're anxious." I said. "The County Republicans aren't joining their lawsuits, nor returning their calls."
"Don," Daniel Allgood said, taking charge. "The Media's pushing us for me to give my victory speech as soon as possible. I can understand; they really want to concentrate on the State Senate story. So I've given them 8:15. I'd like for you and Laura to be on the stage with us."
"Sure." I said. Just then my mother Phyllis appeared next to me.
"Hi, Mom." I said, then remembered. "Mom- who's keeping the kids?"
"Oh, Lieutenants Croyle and Ross, Son." my mom replied. "It seems they have discovered that volunteering to babysit the Commander's children gets them out of mundane police tasks like guarding Election stations and patrol duties."
I laughed. "Good on them." I said. "They're definitely as smart as they are beautiful."
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Daniel had his crowd whipped up with cheers as he thanked them for their hard work on his behalf, Melina standing beside him looking lovely in her black and white dress. He then brought Chief Griswold up to the podium and said "Although we've won this race, I'm sorry that I'm losing this great police officer to retirement. Everyone give Chief Griswold a huge, well-deserved round of applause!" The room shook with thunderous applause, which caused the Chief to blush under his mustaches. It was a very nice gesture on Daniel's part, I thought.
As I stood with several other campaign people on the stage behind Daniel, I scanned the room. Near the very back, I noticed the head of ash-blonde hair at the back of the room. It was the tall figure of Henry R. Wargrave, watching the proceedings. I could make out his wife standing beside him.
"Okay everyone, enjoy the rest of the evening, and let's get ready for four years serving our County!" Daniel said, concluding his remarks. The cameras followed the Allgoods as they left the stage and mingled with the guests, the men in suits and the women in dresses, all having a good time. As soon as it was possible, I broke away from my group and went searching for the Wargraves. But they had left already.
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Judge Harry 'Spud' Nance allowed the polls in the primarily Black districts to close around 8:30pm, an hour and a half after every other district's voting booths had closed. The crowd in Daniel's rooms had thinned out. The well-wishers making their rounds, such as the Mayor and his wife, had visited, congratulated, and moved on.
At 12:45am, early on November 5th, Bettina came on the air, sitting behind the KXTC News Desk. "This is Bettina Wurtzburg with the latest updates. With 98% of precincts reporting, we can project that Miriam Walters has won the Solicitor's post, and Dr. John Quincy Kelly will be the County's next Coroner. District Attorney Krasney will continue to represent The People in the County's courtrooms, and the entire Town & County Council was re-elected comfortably. Mayor Larry Vaughan is the People's Choice to continue in that post. And of course, Daniel Allgood was declared the winner of the important Sheriff's race before the evening had hardly gotten started."
"The only race left undecided is for State Senate from the 1st District. Wait!- Ladies and Gentlemen, we have breaking news! Brian Jennings is reporting from our election headquarters. Brian!"
"Yes, Bettina," said Jennings, smiling broadly as his face came onto the screen. "Channel Two News can now project that Katherine Woodburn will be the next State Senator from the 1st District! With 100% of all precincts reporting in the Senate District, Ms. Woodburn has a 700 vote lead over radical TEA Party Extremist John Cummings. It appears the People have rejected the extremism of John Cummings and elected Ms. Katherine Woodburn, who was a late entrant into the race after the death of Senator Nathan Allen!"
"Brian, do you have any breakdown of the numbers, especially of those districts that remained open?"
"Yes, Bettina, we do!" Jennings said, smiling even more broadly. "Ms. Woodburn won by around 700 votes, and reports are that about 950 votes were cast in the extra time in those precincts that were ordered to stay open by Court decree. Nearly all of those votes were cast for Ms. Woodburn, once again a total rejection of John Cummings and his extremist TEA Party views. Back to you, Bettina!"
"Thank you, Brian!" Bettina said. "Let's go to Amber Harris at County Republican Headquarters."
"This is Amber Harris, KXTC Channel Two Evening News!" said the attractive blonde. She was smiling very happily as she said "I've just gotten word from the County Republican Party that they will not join the appeals nor any recount requests of TEA Party Extremist John Cummings, and it is the official position of the County Republican Party to accept the results that are being announced at this hour. Back to you, Bettina!"
I didn't get to hear what Bettina had to say next, as the Chief got up and turned off the television set, his face inscrutable but seemingly aged. Just then my cellphone rang, and Laura's began chiming a split-second later. After hearing what was said, I hung up. I looked at Laura, who just nodded.
"Guys, Laura and I have to go." I said. "My phone call was from Cindy Ross. Her sister Molly has gone into labor, and they're going to the hospital now."
*To be continued.*
**You now have all the clues. Who murdered Trish Donolan? And why?
The solution, and the happy results of Molly's labor, are coming up in the next chapter...** | literotica |
Title: How Dicks ended up in My Mouth Ch. 01
Tags: transsexuals, hookers, big cock, first, straight, cocksucker, nervous, big dick, shemale, blowjob
My name is Joe. I am a married, successful business man with a pretty wife. I lead the life of an upper middle class guy. I grew up in a small Texas city and had a great childhood. I was a football star in high school and college and dated lots of attractive women. Most people would say my life is ideal. However, I have some secrets.
The story begins when my first marriage was rapidly falling apart. I did not think it was possible, but I came to despise my wife. I had no interest in having sex with her. Truthfully, I had no interest in being anywhere near her. I had reached my lifetime limit on her screaming at me.
I started working late every night and then drinking with my buddies after work. After we left the bars, I would drive to a part of town where I could find hookers on the street and in nearby apartments. I enjoyed the game of picking an attractive whore while avoiding the police.
I picked up a lot of young hookers and had a good time. I would usually get a blowjob from the girls in the front seat of my car. Occasionally, I would fuck them at a nearby house or apartment always using a condom. The hookers liked me because I was nice to them and had plenty of money. It was actually a lot cheaper and more fun than a few drinks at a topless joint.
My wife would scream at me if she was awake when I got home, but I truly did not care at that point. She found purple lipstick on my boxers one day and was going ballistic. My explanation was simply that I did not even know anyone who wore purple lipstick. You can't have much of a fight when one person really and truly doesn't give a damn.
One night I picked up a girl who was very attractive, but different. You will say that I must be a dunce, but I could not figure out how she was different (or maybe I couldn't admit it even to myself). Her name was Maria.
She was Hispanic with long dark hair, a hot slim body, nice small boobs and a pretty face. She was around 20 years old and always wore sexy short dresses. She sucked my dick and let me cum on her face (not in her mouth). I really liked her. I made note of where she lived when I took her home.
I went to visit my new friend several more times. She never took off her clothes, but was awesome with my cock in her mouth. She loved my cock and was really hot.
Soon, I started fucking Maria up the ass. She would bend over the bed and let me take her. I have a fairly large cock and she loved to be fucked. Maria would not get naked. She would just pull up her skirt, pull down her sexy panties and let me fuck her (wearing a condom).
Almost anybody would have realized that Maria was a shemale right away. I honestly didn't for the longest time. Then, when I suspected that she had a dick, I just did not think about it. I have an amazing ability to put things in compartments in my brain and just not think about it. This comes in handy in school or at work. I can concentrate on some project completely and intensely and other thoughts never enter my mind.
In any event, I did not consciously realize she had a dick for a long time. I had never had sex with a man and considered myself 100% straight. I did not even like to look at gay porn out of curiosity. I sort of liked shemale porn, but I did not look at it very often and looking at it embarrassed me even though nobody knew I looked.
I finally figured out that Maria was a shemale or a guy. One night, I reached around her as we were fucking and gently grabbed her small, but stiff, cock as I fucked her cute little ass. I could tell that it scared her that I had discovered her secret that she started life as a guy, but I did not care that she had a dick.
I never gave any serious thought about having sex with a shemale. I did not feel like I was gay or something. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. Maria was just a hot girl who could suck a mean dick and was willing to take my cock up her small tight ass. Her little dick was just another fun aspect of our "relationship."
Whenever I could not find Maria, I would pick up female hookers or shemale hookers. Apparently, the word had gotten around the shemale hookers that I was a nice guy, had a nice cock and would pay them. So, I had a few more experiences with shemales sucking my cock.
One funny experience involved this tall blonde that I picked up. I had never seen her before. Up close, she did not look completely like a woman(unlike Maria). I went with her to her apartment and we took care of the financial aspects of the transaction. She was extremely tall and thin, had a good muscular body and big boobs.
I was about to have the tall blonde suck my cock when she said, "I know you from somewhere."
I said, "I sincerely doubt that."
She put my dick in her mouth and then suddenly said, "Wait! I know who you are! You are Joe Johnson. You were the star running back for Lincoln High School. I played defensive back for Madison. I never could tackle you. You made me look like a fool trying to catch you in the secondary."
I laughed and tried to picture what she would look like without makeup, long blonde hair and big boobs, but I could not do it. Madison High was our big rival, so I might have known him back then.
I did have some fun though. I paid her a little extra, had her strip and fucked her up the ass. I had her sing the Lincoln High fight song while she took my cock up the ass. I loved it and she was good natured about it. She didn't sing very well while taking a dick up her ass.
Shortly after I first hooked up with Maria, I met Maria's roommate, Angie. Angie was slim, fit and blond. She had big tits and was very sexy. In a dress, she looked like a very sexy young girl. One night, I came to see Maria, but only Angie was home. She was also a hooker and gave me a great blow job. Another night, I fucked Angie up the ass. Angie knew the drill from Maria, so she also did not get naked when I fucked her. I had never seen her naked and I had never reached down between her legs when we had sex. She always thanked me when I fucked her.
Late one night, I stopped by their apartment on my way home. I knocked on the door and I heard Angie call out to me to come in. I opened the door and came into the living room. Angie was in the back. I stood in the living room waiting for her for a few minutes.
Angie appeared from a room in the back. She was clearly expecting someone else because when she walked into the room she was completely naked. Her blond hair was wet. Her tits were large and the perfect shape. Her stomach and legs were muscular. However, mostly I noticed that she had a semi-hard nine or ten inch cock swinging between her legs.
I had heard the expression "weak in the knees", but I had never experienced it. My reaction to seeing Angie naked with her huge cock made me weak in the knees to the extent I really thought I might fall down. I was totally breathless at the sight.
My reaction scared me. I was straight. I had sex with transsexuals because I wanted to fuck someone and they liked to suck dick and be fucked up the ass.
This was different. I wanted to be on my knees in front of that magnificent cock. I wanted to suck it. If she wanted to, I would have let her fuck me with it. I wanted to be taken.
As I said, my reaction scared me. So, rather than get on my knees in front of her, I had her bend over the couch and I fucked her up the ass like there was no tomorrow. I came in no time.
I could not get Angie's big cock out of my mind the next day. As soon as work was over, I headed back to the apartment. Maria met me at the door. I was very, very nervous.
Maria was getting ready to suck my dick in her bedroom. She was pulling down my pants when I finally screwed up the courage to tell her what I wanted. I told her that I wanted to suck Angie's cock. She was very surprised because I had always been a dominant masculine top. However, she offered to suck me while I sucked Angie. I told her that would be great.
Maria went to get Angie. They came back in a few minutes. Angie was naked and her cock was hard. I felt weak again at the sight of that big dick sticking straight out in front of her. My cock was as hard as it can get.
I had Angie wear a condom on that beautiful cock. I got on my knees in front of Angie and started kissing a cock for the first time. I was unbelievably excited when the big dick entered my mouth. Maria was on the floor in front of me with my cock in her mouth. Angie looked gorgeous with her big tits showing and her hard cock in my mouth.
I usually lasted a long time when receiving a blowjob, but this time I was so excited to be sucking a dick I exploded into Maria's mouth after just a few minutes. I had never cum in Maria's mouth before, but I could not control myself. She was so surprised by the cum exploding from my dick, she gagged on the cum. She was also a little angry that I had cum in her mouth without warning. I didn't say it, but I thought to myself that cum in your mouth is one of the risks of putting a dick in your mouth.
I continued to suck Angie's cock until she came. I kissed both girls goodbye.
I could not think of anything other than Angie and her dick the next day. I went to their apartment right after work. Angie was dressed for the evening in a sexy short dress. She assumed I wanted a blowjob or to fuck her. However, I wanted her cock again.
For some reason I was extremely nervous about telling her what I wanted. I asked her about her health and she told me that she always used a condom when she had anal sex, that she had just been tested that week and was disease free. She showed me the lab results.
For the longest time, I could not bring myself to tell her what I wanted. I was embarrassed to say it. I had always been the dominant top. The last time I had been very drunk and had told Maria what I wanted. Finally, I swallowed my pride, blushed and said, "Angie, would it be okay if I suck your dick again?"
I felt like I did the first time I asked a girl to go on a date. I had not thought it through, but I was nervous because I was basically saying, "Let me get on my knees and worship your big, hard cock." I felt like I was agreeing to be a submissive slut.
Angie was great. She smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, I would love that!"
She stood up. I got on my knees in front of her. I reached up under her dress and pulled down her pink panties. Her big heavy cock fell out when I pulled the panties down. It was getting hard. I could barely breath I was so nervous.
Her cock was so long that when it was just a little bit hard, it showed below her dress. I loved that!
I started licking the head of her cock beneath her dress. She sweetly asked about a condom, but I told her I did not need one. I then started licking up and down the shaft of her giant cock. It was so exciting.
As her dick got hard, I took it into my mouth. Her dick was long and thick. I thought it was beautiful. I felt like such a slut and I loved it. My mouth was full of dick and I remember thinking, "I am sucking a cock!" I found entire idea completely amazing.
I wanted to give Angie the best blowjob she had ever received. I did everything I could think of to make it feel good for her. I did everything that girls did for me when they sucked my cock. She was gently rocking back and forth to pump the big cock into my mouth.
I started bobbing my head up and down on her dick. I pulled out my hard cock and was furiously whacking it as I sucked. I had never been more turned on.
Finally, again feeling nervous for some reason, I looked at Angie and said, "Angie, will you please call me a cocksucker?"
She smiled a knowing sort of smile and said, "Of course, Joe."
Then she grabbed the back of my head, pushed it gently down on her cock and said, "You are a cocksucker. You are my cocksucker!"
As soon as she said that, I started furiously sucking her dick and started to cum all over her carpet. Angie rather gently face fucked me for a minute and then filled my mouth with cum. I was stunned by how good it tasted. I swallowed.
I lost track of my shemale friends and only had sex with women for years after these experiences, but the desires returned years later. I will tell you about it in the next episode. | literotica |
Title: Vince 2 - Überraschende Wendungen by eMaRDi
Tags: Anal, Bondage, German Language, Lion, M/M, Mild Violence, NC, Oral, Wolf
"Wie heißt du?" fragte Vince den Löwen, der neben ihm in seinem Auto saß. "Rhyn" antwortete dieser. Dies war ganz sicher nicht sein echter Name, dachte sich Vince, aber immerhin klang er nicht schlecht. Vince nickte und bog in jene schäbige Strasse ein, die an das noch schäbigere Stundenhotel angrenzte, in dem er Stammgast war. Der Hotelbesitzer hob leicht eine Augenbraue, als Vince den Schlüssel an der Theke abholte. Er konnte sich schon denken, dass es für alternden Dachs mit der dünnrandingen Brille selten war, Vince Melourne mit derselben Person zweimal zu sehen - es sei denn, er fand jene Person nachher tot in einem der Zimmer - was schon vorgekommen war, musste sich Vince eingestehen. Das Zimmer sah aus wie immer und Vince fragte sich, ob hier jemals gereinigt wurde.
Er sah in den Spiegel und musterte scheinbar den Wolf, der ihm entgegenstarrte. In Wirklichkeit schaute er aber Richtung Bett, wo sich der junge Löwe leicht schüchtern hingesetzt hatte.
Er hatte es bisher noch nicht erlebt, dass er zweimal denselben hatte. Ganz sicher würde der Thrill nicht derselbe sein, wenn er erstens den Kerl kannte und zweitens - noch schlimmer - der Kerl ihn kannte. Er überlegte noch, als der junge Löwe aufstand, und hinter ihm tapste. Er fragte sich eben, ob ihm er ihm den Gürtel öffnen wollte, als er plötzlich wie vom Blitz getroffen wurde und seine Beine weich wurden. Im nächsten Moment lag er am Boden, überraschenderweise unfähig, sich irgendwie zu bewegen. der Löwe wiederum stand noch an seiner Stelle und hielt einen handelsüblichen Elektroschocker grinsend in seiner Pfote. "Ich hab dich nicht vergessen" sagte er noch, doch sein Grinsen wurde bitterer.
Mit einer überraschenden Kraft hob er den schlaffen Körper von Vince auf das Bett und zog ihn aus - ein Umstand, den der Wolf in diesem Zustand nicht so sehr mochte. Allerdings hatte der Schlag auch sein Maul gelähmt, also bekam er nicht mehr als ein dumpfes Grollen durch die geschlossenen Leftzen heraus.
Der Löwe indes hatte seine Jacke ausgezogen. Darunter trug er ein sehr anregendes Netzshirt und - zu Vinces unangenehmer Überraschung - Seile links und rechts über seine Schultern gehängt. Er riss die Augen auf und Rhyn grinste in neckisch an, während dieser die Seile an den Bettenden befestigte. "Wir werden viel Spaß zusammen haben" kicherte der Löwe und befestigte mit überraschendem Eifer die Seile am Kopfende mit mehreren Schlaufen um die Handgelenke des nun leicht wimmernden Wolfs. Kaum war er an den Handgelenken fertig, holte er zu Vinces Entsetzen die Spreizstange, die er letzte Woche noch an dem Löwen ausprobiert hatte, hervor und spannte zwischen die Hinterpfoten des Wolfes. Dieser begann bereits leicht sich mit der Brust zu winden, hatte aber offensichtlich noch keine Kraft in den Hinterläufen. Rhyn nahm ein langes Stück Seil, legte es um die Spreizstange knotete ein Ende an eine mittige Stange am Rahmen des Kopfendes und zog nach einer Umwicklung um dieselbe Stange mit dem anderen Ende solange, bis die Stange auf Brusthöhe des nun knurrenden Wolfes angelangt war, bevor er das Ende fixierte.
Zuletzt nahm der Löwe sein Halstuch ab, dass Vince ebenfalls bis jetzt nicht wirklich aufgefallen war, rollte es zusammen machte mittig einen Knoten und stopfte es dem Wolf in dessen Maul, um es hinter seinem Schädel zu verknoten.
Rhyn nickte, als er sein Werk prüfend betrachte und nahm das Kissen unter dem Kopf des nun schwach an den den oberen Seilen reißenden Wolfes und stopfte es unter dessen Hüfte.
"Weißt du", sagte der Löwe, während er seine Shorts auszog. "Deine Behandlung letzte Woche kenne ich aus meiner Kindheit.". Er machte dabei ein ernstes Gesicht, als würde er einige unschöne Erinnerungen vor dem inneren Auge haben. "Es hat schon ein Grund, warum ich nicht mehr bei meinen Eltern lebe und dieser Arbeit nachgehe". Er wandte sich nun bis auf das Netzshirt nackt dem Wolf zu. Er sah schon nicht schlecht aus: Mager, aber nicht zu mager, beiges Fell, kurze dunkle Mähne. Er hatte einiges an Bauchmuskeln und jenseits des Bauchnabels sah es auch nicht schlecht aus, auch wenn Vince eine dunkle Befürchtung hatte, als er zusah, wie der junge Löwe sich beiläufig über die nicht gerade klein dimensionierte Felltasche strich. "Aber du solltest verstehen, dass ich das Image des schutzlosen Sexobjekts nicht so stehen lassen will." Langsam kroch die schwarze Spitze des Löwenpenisses aus der Felltasche, die sich etwa im selben Maße wie Vinces Augen vergrößerte. Der Löwe macht einen Schritt aufs Bett zu. "Du weißt schon... Stammtischgespräche." Der Löwe zwinkerte, während er sich auf das Bett begab. "Hmm", sagte er nachdenklich, "wusstest du, dass ich noch nie so rum Sex hatte?" Er platzierte sich hinter dem Wolf und sah sich um. "Hast du Gleitmittel da?" er horchte und bekam nur ein unterdrücktes Schreien zur Antwort. "Nein?" - er grinste. "Und ein Kondom wahrscheinlich auch nicht?" - ein erneuter Schrei. Er grinste immer noch. "Soll mir recht sein" - und schob mit diesen Worten sein Glied in einem Zug bis zum Anschlag in den Wolf. Der wollte aufjaulten, doch durch das Tuch war nur ein unterdrücktes Krächen wahrnehmbar. "Ja, die Dornen..." sagte er und kreiste spielerisch mit seinem Penis im Hintern des Wolfes. "Ich sagte doch, ich hatte meine Gründe, meine Eltern zu verlassen" - für einen Moment machte er wieder ein ernstes Gesicht. "Aber sei's drum. Ich bekomm mein Geld ja nicht für's Nichtstun, nicht wahr?" - und zog damit seinen Penis vorsichtig wieder heraus. Es klebte etwas Blut daran, nicht viel, aber die Dornen an seinem Löwenpenis waren alles andere als anregend - soviel war klar. Er schob sein Glied - diesmal etwas langsam - wieder hinein und begann, einen langsamen aber stetigen Rhythmus zu finden. Er seufzte leise. "Jetzt weiß ich, was ihr so toll daran findet" und Vince spürte, wie der Löwe in ihm weiter an Größe und Länge gewann. Ihn hatte der erste Stoß wie eine brennende Lanze getroffen. Jetzt, da die Spitze des Löwenglieds jedoch seinen Hintereingang und seine Prostata massierte, überkam ihn ein Gefühl, dass er nicht wahrhaben wollte. Zu seiner Scham zeigte sich dieses Gefühl auf sehr eindrucksvolle Weise in seiner Lendengegend. Rhyn sah, wie sich der Penis des Wolfs aus der Felltasche schob und an Größe gewann. Er grinste und während er das rosafarbene Fleisch des Wolfs betrachtete, wie dieser sich zu einer prächtigen Größe entwickelte, die befellten Bälle, die bei jedem Stoß gegen seine Hüfte stießen, spürte er, wie seine Lust an Intensität gewann, und damit auch sein Tempo.
Schließlich übernahmen die wilden Instinkte in ihm und er ließ sich einfach nur gehen, spürte, wie das Kribbeln und die Hitze in seiner Lendengegend immer intensiver wurde, seine Stöße immer kürzer und schneller und sich alles in ekstatischem Gefühl entlud, welches er in animalischer Wut mit einem majestätischem Brüllen quittierte. Dann fühlte er nur noch das Pumpen seiner Lenden, die jedes letzte Quäntchen in den Hintern des Wolfs pumpten, sein Körper fest dagegen gepresst, als wollte er, dass nichts daneben ging, und wenige Momente später ließ er sich nach vorne fallen, stützte sich mit seinen Armen seitlich der Brust seines Opfers rechtzeitig ab und sah diesem mit noch gefletschten Zähnen an. Er entspannte seine Gesichtszüge, lächelte kurz und leckte dem Wolf unter dessen Kinn entlang, welcher dies mit einem schrägen Blick quittierte. Als er so über dem Wolf gelehnt war, spürte er dessen pochenden Penis, der eine enorme Wärme abzustrahlen schien und bereits einen Knoten ausgebildet hatte. Etwas Pre war schon von der Spitze auf das Bauchfell des Wolfs getropft, und als Rhyn die weißtrübe Flüssigkeit an dem Stück rosa Fleisch sah, leckte er sich über die Lippen, lehnte sich zurück und schleckte mit seiner rauen Zunge über die feine Spitze. Im selben Moment warf Vince den Kopf zurück und gab ein unterdrückten Seufzer von sich. Rhyn grinste, beugte sich noch etwas mehr über (was ihm als Katze nicht so schwer fiel, da sein Rücken noch elastisch genug war) und nahm die Penisspitze zwischen die Lippen.
Seine Liebkosungen schienen dem Wolf zu gefallen, da dieser sich nun gegen die Seile räkelte und den Rücken in die Laken drückte. Mit dem pulsierenden Wolfsschaft zwischen seinen Lippen weiter amüsiert grinsend, ließ er das üppige Stück Penis in seinem Maul verschwinden und umschleckte den Knoten, der als einziger noch freilag. Die Aktion regte ihn selber derart an, dass er bereits wieder etwas Erregung in seinem eigenen Glied spürte und erneut begann, im nun gut geschmierten Hintern des Wolfes leichte Stossbewegungen zu vollführen. Der Wolf machte kurz ein Geräusch aufflammenden Schmerzes, aber offenbar war die Zunge des Löwen Ablenkung, so dass er wenige Stöße später sich wieder gegen das Bett drückte. Ab und zu spürte Rhyn den leicht salzigen Geschmack von Pre auf seiner Zunge, doch auch dieses Mal begann das knisternde Gefühl aus der Lendengegend ihm immer mehr den Verstand zu vernebeln und ihn in etwas näher an seine primitiven Instinkte zu führen. Ehe er es sich versah, pumpte er seine Glied wieder mit einer rabiaten Geschwindigkeit in den Wolf, während er mit einer Pfoten dessen Knoten massierte und mit seiner Zunge die Länge des Wolfpenis umschmeichelte. Schließlich spürte er, wie der Wolf unter ihm zusammenzuckte, und der Druck auf seinen Penis und damit die Enge zunahm. Er bewegte sich in derselben Agilität weiter und spürte, wie sein Höhepunkt immer näher kam, als er das salzige Sperma des Wolfes in seinem Maul schmeckte.
Er schluckte zwar Schwall um Schwall, konnte aber nicht vermeiden, dass etwas daneben, den pulsierenden Knoten über die pumpenden Bälle herabfloss. Und es war ihm egal, da ihn im selben Moment der eigene Orgasmus traf und er mit einigen gezielten Bewegungen aus der Hüfte das Pumpen seines Körpers unterstützte. Als die Welle länger wurden, wurden auch seine Bewegungen langsamer, bis er schließlich ein letztes Mal in den Hintern des Wolfs stieß und mit zusammengebissenen Zähnen schnaubte.
Vince hatte den Kopf zur Seite fallen gelassen und sah aus wie besinnungslos. Rhyn verharrte noch einige Minuten, bis sein Atem wieder ruhiger war und zog sein Glied aus dem Wolf.
Er streckte sich, leckte sich über die Lippen und zog sich seine Shorts wieder an, ging zum Kleiderständer und fand in seiner Jacke nach kurzem Suchen seine Geldbörse. Aus der Geldbörse nahm er einige Scheine und ließ sie wieder in seiner Jacke verschwinden.
Er zeigte Vince die zwei Scheine und erklärte ihm - für den Fall, dass dieser ihm noch zuhörte: "Der Hotelbesitzer wird dich befreien. Ich denke, dass wird reichen, damit er keine Fragen stellen wird".
Der Löwe ging zur Türe, und versteckte ein schelmisches Lächeln, dann war er durch die Türe und diese fiel ins Schloss. | FSE |
Title: Dr. Love's Exam
Tags: anal penetration, forced nudity, restraints, medical, exam, exposed
"Have you decided on the next scene?"
She looked up from her appetizer to see the question in his blue-gray eyes. She reached into her purse and passed him the slip of paper, looking away.
Moments later she looked up at his comment. "This will take a little while." She shivered at how *clinical* he had become. Exactly as she wanted.
It was their arrangement. First her, then him. The scenes could be as elaborate as each wanted to make them.
In this case, she fretted about it more than usual, fixating on it for the next couple of days. After a week, she had almost forgotten about it. They didn't speak of it, it was assumed; in the background. They went out, saw plays, ate dinner, slept over at each other's houses, but the topic of the scene never came up. It was part of the deal.
Several weeks afterward, she got a phone call. "Your appointment with Dr. Love will be on Wednesday, March 12, 4PM. Can you make it?"
She was startled. It was a woman's voice she didn't recognize. Dr. Love? Dr. Love? She had no doctor by that name...and then of course it swept over her, sending chills down her spine. The lengths he went to. And then the image of *his* length and she shivered again.
"Theresa Camp? Is this Theresa Camp's residence?"
"Yes. Sorry. This is Terry. Ummm...hold on, let me check. March 12<sup>th</sup>, 4pm. Yes. I can make that."
The woman confirmed the address and suggested she may not want to eat much before the appointment.
Clinical. It was all very clinical. Terry swallowed at the thought of what he had arranged, her juices already flowing.
The 12<sup>th</sup> was still a couple of weeks away. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She loved this part of it -- the unspoken understanding he had made *arrangements*; the quiet secret-that-wasn't-a-secret raising her expectations. It made their love-making even more intense.
\* - \* - \* - \*
She arrived at a small house off a commercial district in Saraton, a tony part of town. A wooden sign outside listed several professional services, including a Dr. Love, G,P. M.D. She had been aroused all day in anticipation, and the thought he had gone to these lengths to satisfy the scene turned her on even more. As she climbed the stairs to the entrance she could feel how squishy she had become. She hugged her arms against her side, vibrating with anticipation.
The building had several doors -- a converted apartment house or some such; it took her a minute to find the entrance to "Dr. Love's" suite. Climbing the stairs, she reflected, *again*, on what he had planned for her.
The official engraved plastic sign on the door to the offices maintained the level of accuracy to the scene. She pushed open the door and walked in.
The waiting area was typical for a small practice: a couple of cushioned chairs, side tables with boring magazines, a glassed-in reception counter. The entire place was deserted. She paused, confused.
"I'll be with you in a moment, just sign in at the counter." A disembodied voice from somewhere else in the suite surprised her.
She didn't recognize the voice: male, older, authoritarian. Not his voice. She did as she was told, the moisture building between her legs. The extent to which he had made the scene so realistic sent a pulse through her groin. She lightly pressed her mound against the countertop.
She saw her name on the roster and signed and dated on the line.
"You can start filling out those forms, Ms. Camp, and we'll get started in a moment. I just have one patient I'm finishing up with. The office is short-staffed today. I appreciate your patience."
She still couldn't see who it was talking, but the interchange left her breathless. *A real patient. What did Mike do? Short-staffed?* She could feel the familiar loosening of her insides, the images of what was planned for her swimming through her head. Would there be a nurse? She re-imagined being opened by the speculum, a vision she'd fantasized about over and over again these past couple of days: the cold steel opening her, his hands reaching in, her feet up on the stirrups. She shook her head and looked for the forms.
The stack of forms were typical and accurate: medical history, family medical history, prescriptions, HIPAA release forms, etc., etc. She grew a little alarmed as she filled them out that these were actually going to be on file in this doctor's office. She had already assumed he was a real doctor, as no sight or sound of Mike was evident. The anxiety and anticipation mixed with her arousal: she could feel her juices beginning to leak into her panties, struggling to not push against her pussy and in spite of her need.
She raced through the forms, thankfully her medical history was minimal, but she still felt somehow obligated to be truthful; she didn't know what would actually happen with the information. As she was finishing the last of them, she noticed a shift in the light and looked up to see the door next to the reception desk opening.
"Theresa Camp?" The voice was the same as the one she'd heard before, but she still didn't recognize it. Nor did she recognize the man. She was expecting to see Mike, but the individual in the doorway was taller, heavier and his face wasn't shaped the same. At least, the portion of the face she could see. The doctor was in his scrubs, his hair covered by a hospital cap, his mouth and nose covered by a mask. "I'm sorry. I have a bit of a cold this week and I'm trying not to get my patients sick. I apologize for the unorthodox costume."
She looked at him trying to determine if it really *was* Mike. Her brain suggested it could be, even if her eyes didn't recognize him. The voice wasn't his in the least -- raspier...older. And the physique -- the shoulders were too broad, he seemed too tall. The room swam for a moment as she considered what she was about to do: she was here for a complete physical, and she would be examined by a stranger. She struggled with her feelings. Mike had always played his part to a "T." Her nipples suddenly hardened at the prospect of her exam, the fantasy of the speculum and being spread open -- now by a complete stranger. As frightening as the prospect that it *wasn't* Mike, was the possibility that it *was.* What did that say about her, that she couldn't even recognize her lover of 6 months?
She realized he was waiting for her and collected the paperwork and her things. He held the door for her and as she passed him by she realized he even *smelled* differently from Mike. She looked up at his face, to see if his eyes were the same blue-grey color, and to her alarm, they weren't. Again she felt a shiver down her spine, only it wasn't completely fear -- the sense of excitement at what Mike had planned was hitting her full force.
"So, Ms. Camp, let's see what is going on with you." He had settled on the rolling stool after offering her a seat in one of the exam rooms. It was a typical exam room, the bed with the crinkly paper, a sink and counter filled with instruments, the walls covered in medical posters or cabinets and something she hadn't seen before, a television set on a rolling cart with some sort of tubing. He leafed through the first few sheets of paper and realized she hadn't finished. "Do you have any allergies?"
She shook her head, crossing her legs. She had worn a simple wool skirt and white blouse, something she could quickly get into and out of. The room felt a little chilly; she wondered what it would feel like when she was undressed. Again, the thought of being naked in front of this stranger as part of Mike's scene sent a pulse of arousal through her. She realized she had missed what he'd said. "Excuse me, I'm sorry. What?"
"What, in particular, brings you here today. I assume you had a reason for making the appointment?"
Her throat caught. *Shit!* Mike may very well have made an appointment for her. Her mind reeled. "Uhhhm...I thought I should get a check up." She almost made it sound like a question and cursed herself for being so stupid.
"When was your last gynecological exam?" He had put the papers down and had stood up, beginning to start the exam.
*What month was it...shit, shit, shit...*"Last November?"
He put a blood pressure cuff on her arm and a stethoscope on her wrist. She breathed quietly while he completed the procedure. "120 over 73 -- great. Your pulse seems a little fast -- are you nervous?"
She licked her lips, wondering how to explain herself. "A little," she offered, noncommittally.
"It's okay. Uhhh," he turned to the door, distracted by the sound of conversation outside in the hall. "Go ahead and disrobe while I check on something. You can hang your clothes in there." He waved to a closet. "I'm not expecting anyone," he mumbled, distractedly. "I'll be right back," and he quickly opened and shut the door.
Terry looked around for a gown. Opening all of the drawers in the cabinets, the drawers under the bed, the closet. *There's supposed to be a gown. Shit!* Her nipples hardened again as she imagined his eyes looking at her stripped naked. Obsessed with her version of the scene, she fast-forwarded to her feet up in the stirrups; she licked her lips, her panties completely soaked.
"There's nothing for it," she whispered to herself, hoping it really was Mike, or that Mike was going to come in. She was a bundle of nerves at the possibilities. She started to unbutton her blouse and slipped it off, placing it on a hanger. She slipped off her shoes and stockings. She couldn't avoid it any longer, unzipping her skirt.
There was a quick knock on the door and she turned from hanging her skirt. She saw her reflection in the mirror on the back of the closet door -- a beautiful young woman, half-naked, slightly afraid...no...startled. The image sent another pulse through her groin and up her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment at the sweet-honey feeling.
"Theresa..."
"Terry...please." She looked down, trying to avoid his eyes. She searched for any sign it was Mike, but even the doctor's hands were covered with latex gloves.
"Terry. Please, I apologize for the confusion. My team has all left for the day. I would usually have a nurse here, but..."
"...do you have any gowns, Doctor?" She interrupted. She wasn't sure which way to turn -- into the closet? That would be ridiculous. But turning the other way and she was standing exposed. She'd never had an examination without a gown.
"Gowns. Aren't there any in the drawers there?" He moved across the room to check the same drawers she had already searched. He stood up, equally unsuccessful.
"It's okay, I'm a doctor," he said jokingly. "I can turn up the heat a little if you're cold. Go ahead and get undressed."
He turned away slightly, affording her a small bit of privacy. She blushed, realizing she would be putting on a striptease...for a doctor. She peeled away her bra revealing her hard nipples, her breasts covered in goosebumps. Her blush deepened. *This has to be a scene!* Her mind was screaming at her even as she slipped her fingers into her waistband and peeled her panties down her legs, exposing her bush. Completely naked now, she put her clothes in the closet and tried to calm her heart. She could smell her musk, whether from her underwear or drifting up from between her legs, she wasn't sure. Her face was flushed, the color spreading down to the top of her breasts.
Dr. Love continued to mark her chart and looked up. "Very well. Let's get started then. You can have a seat on the bed there."
In her mind's eye she took stock of the situation. 5'2, 115 pounds. Auburn hair in a page boy. A light tan from their recent trip to Hawaii, but mostly pale white skin. Her breasts sloped down from her chest, slightly tear dropped, her nipples standing up proudly like a flag at the end of a ski-jump, planted in chestnut colored aureoles. She walked to the end of the bed, looking down at her auburn muff, the triangle of hair neatly trimmed but full, extending down between her legs. She struggled with her feelings -- it wasn't at all what she'd been imagining for the past two weeks, but at the same time she couldn't remember being this turned on. The thought of Mike setting her up with a complete stranger -- it didn't compute and it sure didn't make sense. She was practically cumming just thinking about it. As she started to climb on the bed he stopped her.
"Shoot. I knew I was forgetting something. I need to get your weight. Come along. It's just outside here." He opened the door and waited for her. Seeing her hesitation, he said reassuringly, "It's okay, there's no one in the office. I sent away the cleaning crew -- they had come too early." He opened the door wider to let her see outside and then gently waved her to the scale.
Terry slipped off the bed and walked slowly to the door, half expecting to see a crowd of janitors or nurses, or someone, standing out in the hall to watch her. Entering the small hallway and turning to the scale, she finally exhaled. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, her nipples poking out like small wooden pegs, a mixture of the cold, anxiety and arousal. She hated to be naked in public; Mike knew that! Even at the swimming-suit optional beach she refused to take off her bottoms.
This wasn't exactly public space, she understood that in her head, but it didn't stop the slight panic that made her heart race. The panic only increased her horniness. Her pussy, not just wet, was starting to itch, her labia swelling at the thought of walking into the hall stripped naked. Without her underwear to absorb her juices, they were starting to drip down her thighs. She blushed again.
"The scale's a little tricky," Dr. Love came up behind her, adjusting the weights. "To get the most accurate weight, it's best if you stand here..." he turned her gently to face towards the door to the reception area, his glove covered fingers brushing against her naked thigh. "And if you hold your hands out like this," he put them out to the side, level with his shoulders, "it works best."
Her heart hammered in her chest. She tried to control her breathing but that only made matters worse, forcing her breasts to rise and fall. She saw him staring at her while he fiddled with the scale. As he was almost ready to tell her to step down, there was a noise from the outer room.
Terry jerked and looked over at the door and then to the doctor.
"Hold on. Don't move please, the scale is really finicky. That's it. Just keep your arms still for a minute. Let me find out what the devil is going on out there." He gently lifted her arms again, leaving her standing exposed and facing the door to the reception area, the only barrier between her nakedness and yet another stranger. She focused on her breasts rising and falling with her breath.
To her horror he went to the door, opened it, *and left it open* as he walked out to see who was there. In her head she was screaming to run to the exam room and close herself in, but her body was frozen, completely exposed, complying with his directions to stay still. Her skin prickled and she felt her pussy clamp at the thought a second stranger would find her in this ridiculous position. *It has to be Mike! He's just doing this to make it more crazy!* Even her befuddled head wasn't fooled by the rationalization: she sounded as if she were trying to convince herself.
She heard Dr. Love arguing with someone, their voices audible but the words unintelligible. At any moment, she realized, whoever was out there could walk in front of the door and see her standing like Christ on the cross, a naked, female Christ of course, but still. She smiled briefly before wondering why she didn't just stop this nonsense and move into the room. The sound of someone approaching the open door almost made her jump out of her skin; the relief at seeing it was the doctor made her drop her hands to her thighs.
"Sorry. Let's try that again." He closed the door and walked back to her, lifting her hands up again. Standing in front of her, his lab coat brushed against her nipples as he fiddled again with the scale. "So, have you had any unusual changes in weight since your last exam?" He stepped back, waved her off the scale toward the room, jotting notes.
"No. I'm a little heavier than I'd like, but nothing unusual." She thought about how she'd put on a few pounds, mostly in her butt and thighs, how she really wanted to get thinner, but didn't really want to work it off.
"Well, you look just fine. Just fine." He ushered her back into the room and the feeling of being safe and protected washed over her. She perched herself back on the bed as he had instructed before. She spread her legs a little to keep her balance, realizing she was exposing herself to him; the feeling of being exposed, in the room, with just him, was so much more arousing than the possibility of being exposed to just anyone coming in off the street. She shivered again at the thought of someone seeing her on the scale.
He proceeded to test her reflexes, pushing here, prodding there, taking notes, all the while asking questions about her eating habits, what she did for recreation, how she spent her free time. He asked her to breathe in deeply, the stethoscope against her chest, his hand pushing against her spine. And then again, this time the scope on her back.
"Go ahead and lie down now. So, you are active sexually?" He had her shimmy up the bed, her head on a slightly raised pillow, her knees momentarily raised as she found leverage to scoot onto her back. The question was perfectly acceptable for a doctor to ask, but it sent a pulse of electricity up her spine.
"Yes." She settled her legs back down, her feet just at the end of the bed.
"Mmmm, hmmmm. Any pain with intercourse?" He continued his palpitations, running his hands down her throat, across her chest to her stomach, tapping her liver and intestines, moving the stethoscope as he traveled down. He skipped over her pubic area, continuing his inspection of her legs, pushing his fingers into her muscles and joints.
"No," she answered softly, the liquid brimming inside her, the vibrations running up and down her spine.
"Do you have satisfying orgasms?" He spread her legs a little, feeling along the joints behind her knees.
"When I have them." She thought about having one right now and focused on the ceiling.
"Well, everything is normal so far. I'd like to proceed with the gynecological exam. We'll do a breast exam, and then a recto-vaginal exam. We do things a little differently than you might be familiar with, so if you have any questions, please stop me." He turned away, pulled a camera from a drawer and snapped it into a wall mounted support. She stared as he swung the support out and tilted the camera down towards her. "I assume you do a regular breast exam?" He sounded so gentle and kind, like a concerned uncle.
*Unlike any uncle I ever had*, she smiled at the perverse thought. Still the camera. What was up with the camera? He turned to the rolling cart, pushing it away from the wall, facing the T.V. towards her. He turned it on and she saw herself, lying down on the bed from the perspective of the camera.
"I'd like you to demonstrate how you do your breast exam. If you could please." He waited for her, his hand resting on the camera.
Even as she grew embarrassed at the idea of manipulating her breast for a camera, for anyone for that matter, she felt the electricity in her groin traveling up her spine. She hesitated. Finally, taking a breath, she moved her fingers up to her breasts and began to circle them around the nipples in widening arcs. As she pressed in, feeling for any lumps, she realized he had started taping her. She closed her eyes, concentrating.
"Okay. Let me stop you right there. It's important you do this correctly, right? I'm concerned you may not be getting it right. First of all, it's important to watch yourself. That's why I've set this up, so please try not to close your eyes. Secondly, let me demonstrate it with you, and if you have any questions, I'll give you this tape so you can review it later." He walked over to the side of the bed and took her right hand. Moving it up to her breast, he pressed it into the nipple, moving it in a circle without moving it away. The feeling of his fingers on hers, pressing against her nipple sent a small shock through her, the glow of arousal in her muff ballooning. She suppressed a moan, fighting the urge to lift her pelvis and open herself further. Instead, she silently let him manipulate her fingers against her sensitized nipples. She watched herself on the T.V., stretched out naked while he manipulated her breasts. She felt like a school-girl, as if she'd never done an exam before. It wasn't that he was patronizing -- she didn't get that feeling at all -- she actually felt his concern at her examining herself properly.
Her mind was in a swirl. His fingers moved hers slightly and then he repeated the process on a different part of her breast. She was naked, alone with a stranger in an exam room. He was going to examine her. He was already touching her breasts, *taping her!* She could feel her moisture continue to build, the pulses of electricity now enveloping her gut.
He took forever, moving slowly around her left breast and then he stopped. "Go ahead, try it on your right breast without me."
She moved her left hand to her nipple and did as he had demonstrated, slowly pressing into her flesh, moving in circles before lifting her fingers and doing it again. Her brain was split between the image of herself on the T.V., the feelings of her fingers on her breasts, the image of being naked and exposed, how she was performing for the camera, for him. She felt the leak growing into a trickle and blushed a deep crimson down to the middle of her chest.
"Much better, Terry. Okay. Let's see. I might need your help for a minute. I usually have the nurse help me but of course she's not here." He pulled the stirrups out from the table and looked a little confused for a moment. "I'm afraid I'll have to have you sit up again."
He offered his hand and pulled her up, her legs opening to steady herself. Her slit opened with them, and even her thick thatch of pubic hair couldn't cover the slick inner surfaces that were momentarily exposed. She couldn't see herself on the TV from this angle, but she caught a flash of her naked vagina before it left her field of view. She felt the trickle of juices running down to her anus. Her blush never let up.
"Here, slide forward. I'm sorry. I'm a little disorganized." He put his hand down to her lower back and helped her push herself forward to the end of the bed. He pulled the stirrups forward, even with the top of the bed but extending out from it in a straight line. "Can you get your feet on them there?" He had her bring her feet up until they were both nestled in the metal cups, her hands behind her keeping her sitting up. Now she was completely open, her slit peeling apart, the outer labia thickened by her arousal, the inner leaves soaked with her juices. She could smell herself and she knew he must smell her too.
With her hands holding her up she felt powerless to cover herself; a part of her brain was urging her, screaming at her to do something about her exposure. Dr. Love pulled the TV in front of her again, to make sure she saw how exposed and open she was, her breasts and vagina completely visible to the robotic eye of the camera: A young woman, pushing herself towards the camera, her pussy wide open, dripping, her nipples raised in arousal, her face flush.
"Now the procedure I'd like to do, Terry, requires a slightly different position than you are used to, I suspect. We'll need to do the traditional inspection in a minute, but...oh shoot. Damn I really am making amateur mistakes. Don't move." He turned to rummage in a drawer.
She looked up with concern that there was something wrong, and witnessed again how exposed she was. She felt a glob of secretion moving out of her and hoped it would just soak into the paper on the bed.
"Here we go," he turned back, a urine specimen jar in his hand. "I'm so sorry for being so out of it." He sounded sincere. "Let's see...we can do this in a couple of ways. 1) If you want to use the bathroom you can go across the hall, but I'm not sure whether the cleaning crew got the message to come back later this evening. We don't speak each other's language all that well."
Her heart raced again at the prospect of walking outside the room nude and possibly encountering the crew.
"Or, we could get you off the table and you could squat behind the curtain here, or, if you wouldn't mind terribly, you could just eliminate as you are. It would be fastest, if you can manage it." He looked at her, his eyes gently questioning.
"I...I could try going here, but I can't hold the cup and sit up at the same time."
"That's the spirit. It will go very quickly, you'll see. But first, I need to take a sample of that." He moved quickly, putting the urine cup next to her on the bed, grabbing an oversize cotton swab from a tray and kneeling down in front of her open vagina. Swiping the swab against her slit, he dragged it up, just barely entering her, coating it with a thick syrup of mucous. At the end of his motion, he brushed the tip of the swab against her clitoris, shooting sparks into her. She breathed heavily, her arms buckling slightly.
He looked up at her from between her legs. "Are you aroused?"
She knew it would be stupid to lie. He might think there was something wrong with her. She closed her eyes in humiliation and shame that she was getting turned on. "Yes," she answered quietly.
"That's just fine," He said gently, relieved. "I was concerned you might have a yeast infection, although you smell perfectly fine." As if to emphasize the point, he pushed his face close to her open slit and breathed in deeply. "Very healthy." She clamped her muscles briefly and pushed a small glob of mucous out.
He wiped it up with his forefinger and painted her leg with it. "Okay, now to that urine sample. I have to wipe you first, though." Once again, he turned away, and she was left facing the camera, completely open, her arms pushing her body up, her breasts bobbing with her breath. She saw herself again on the camera, almost as if she were a slut, posing for a bad porn movie. The thought sent yet another pulse of electricity up her spine. Moments later he returned, a moist toilette in his hands. "Normally, I'd have you do it, of course, but I don't think you can manage, right?"
She nodded, her pulse increasing at the thought of what he was about to do and then the cold hit her open vagina, the alcohol stinging slightly, followed by pressure from his fingers as he wiped the paper up and over her clit. He had stood to the side so that the camera caught it all, and the rush of cold, followed by the burning and then his soft stroking forced a moan from her. She watched the whole thing on the TV, the images feeding back onto her pleasure.
"Oh! God! Shit!" She tried to cover it up but it only made it worse. The sound of her voice, the push of his fingers against her open vagina. She moaned again.
"I assume you're okay, yes? That it was just a little intense? I apologize if I was too rough." He pulled the toilet away and looked at her, concerned.
"No.." she gasped, catching her breath and trying to slow her heart. "No. Not too rough. It was just a little colder than I expected." She closed her eyes attempting to gain control. But the realization of the camera catching her open and exposed forced her to lose focus.
"Can you try and give me a sample from here, or do you need to get down?" He picked up the cup expectantly.
"No...I can try."
"Here, this might help." He put the cup back down again and moved the stirrups, drawing her feet closer to her butt, her knees rising up. Now she was like a grasshopper, her legs bent and split open, her slit completely exposed and peeling open further. She didn't think she could have been more exposed than she had been, but he had proved her wrong. She concentrated on her heart rate and breathing, trying to ignore the camera. Once again, he lifted the cup this time unscrewing the top, breaking the seal.
Standing off to the side again, so that the camera had a clear shot, he placed the lip of the cup just beneath her open slit. "Any time you feel you can start..."
She felt her bladder wanting to empty but the embarrassment and exposure of peeing in front of the camera was too much. She tried pushing and coaxing, but nothing came out. "I'm not sure I can, doctor."
"Hmmm...I think I can help." Keeping one hand on the jar, he used his other hand to push gently on her bladder, first in and then down, in and then down in a slow rhythm. With two fingers of the hand holding the jar, he lightly tickled her perineum, drifting up to the entrance to her vagina. As soon as his massage successfully induced something short of a tickle from her, her muscles relaxed and she felt the stream beginning to flow. She looked down to see a small fountain of urine flowing from her, the yellow arc landing in the cup. He continued to manipulate her bladder but it wasn't necessary -- the release felt so divine she relaxed back, flexing her elbows, and let it flow, watching it all on TV. The last few drops landed with a "plop' on the footboard to the table and then she felt him wiping her open legs with a towel.
"Excellent,' he complimented her, as if she had performed some Olympian feat. "I think that will do very well." He screwed on the top and moved the jar to the counter. "Okay," he continued, "I think we need to get to the end here, yes?" He quickly washed his hands, leaving her to stare at her naked body. She studied her nipples, her neatly trimmed bush, the deep pink slit exposed by her legs pulled up against her. As she watched, she saw more liquid drooling from her open pussy. The sight caused her to flex her inner muscles issuing even more liquid onto the already soaked paper.
She wasn't sure what he'd meant by the last comment; she hoped it meant he would be opening her with a speculum and checking her cervix. Her fantasy images overlaid the room and she realized the reality far exceeded anything she had imagined. Over and over she had imagined Mike laying her down, putting her feet up, lubing up some kind of instrument and spreading her open. She sighed at the idea of him not seeing any of this, and then the true meaning of the camera hit her. She laughed a little and then blushed as more goop pushed out of her open slit.
"I suspect you are used to having a speculum, yes?" He lightly rubbed her shoulder, relaxing her a little.
She nodded.
"Well, I've been working on this particular method for a couple of years and I think you'll find it is much more comfortable." He reached behind the rolling cart and pulled out two black rubber hoses, ending in small bulbous black...things...she couldn't come up with any better words for them - bulbs. As he lifted them, she realized they looked like shiny dildos -- one the size of her thumb, the other much larger -- maybe three fingers wide. With the one hand holding the two tubes, Dr. Love used his other on some piece of machinery on the cart. In a moment, the TV image split into three parts -- Terry, exposed to the camera, and two other images out of focus and moving.
She could see they were coming from the "dildos" in his hand.
'"As I think you figured out, these are small cameras that will let me see every intimate detail of you, with far less discomfort than a speculum. You might even find them pleasurable." The way he said it suggested it likely.
"Okay, I guess it would be best to have you lying down, now that I see how you're built. If you can keep your feet in the stirrups, it would help. Let's get you positioned back on the pillow."
She eased herself back, pushing her feet against the stirrups, sliding her butt along the paper until she could rest her head on the pillow again. He had turned the TV again so that she could see the entire procedure. *I'll be seeing him penetrate me...ohmygodohmygodohmygod*. The thought of being penetrated -- of seeing herself being penetrated from the outside and the inside simultaneously sent a rush through her head, a prickly glow firing up between her legs. *Get on with it already!* Again, she tried to control her breathing.
"I'd like to adjust these if that's alright, yes?" He motioned to the stirrups, having set down the two dildo-cameras. She noted they were pointing directly between her legs, her open vagina a stereoscopic, out-of-focus image below the full body shot of her lying naked on the bed.
As he pulled and moved the stirrups, she had difficulty keeping her feet in them, her heels slipping out. It was amusing watching the bumbling doctor with the naked woman. She stared at her breasts on the TV, admiring how they looked lying down.
"Ok. I think I've got it. But I'm concerned about you slipping out. Would you mind if I just velcro'ed your feet in?"
She started at the idea of being tied down. *Shit. No. Yes. Yes. No!* She swallowed and breathed out, considering her options. "Is that really necessary?" Her voice cracked and she swallowed again. "Sorry. Is it really necessary?" She looked up at him.
"I would feel better about it. And I think you would too, actually. The procedure can cause some...stimulation...and given how much your feet slipped out just now, I'd hate to see you skin your leg or hurt yourself." He placed his hand on her inner thigh, lightly rubbing her absent mindedly.
The feeling shot through her, into her slit, up her spine, drawing a breath in sharply. She wanted to open herself, to have him penetrate her with his instrument, to not delay any further
"Ok. If you think it's best. But you'll let me out the moment I ask?" She sounded so meek she wanted to take it all back.
"Of course, Terry. I'm not asking you to submit to some kind of torture." He said it with a smile. She watched as he pulled out a Velcro strap from under the stirrup and placed it across her instep. As soon as he tightened it, she felt a surge move up her leg to her groin. The feeling of being secured into the stirrups, of not being able to close her legs, reverberated through her. She felt an echo up her other leg when he had finished.
She moaned from the pleasure this was causing, even though he wasn't touching her body. She watched as a white watery rivulet issued from her pussy.
"One more thing," he had come up next to her, his hand resting on her shoulder just inches from her breast.
She looked up at him, tearing her eyes away from the three images on the TV behind him.
"In my experience with this exam, it helps if I can get you to arch your back a little. But I know that will be a challenge to maintain for as long as I'll need. With your permission, I'll need you to put your arms over your head, and again, it would be best if they could be kept in place."
Once again her heart rate leapt at the image he had painted in her head: her arms tied down above her head, her back arched, pushing her breasts into the air. She realized her vagina would be spread even further; further exposed to the camera.
She couldn't say anything, the lump in her throat was too big. She just looked away and moved her hands above her head.
Reaching behind her, he pulled out a board from the table and secured her wrists with two Velcro straps. When he moved back, she turned her head to see herself on the monitor: A young woman, completely naked, her feet strapped into stirrups, her vagina and anus pointing to the camera, her breasts exposed, the nipples hard, rising and falling with her quickened breath. She couldn't see her face behind the elevated breasts.
"Let me make it a little more comfortable," he said gently, and she watched as he pushed a control on the bed. Under her back, the bed hinged, rising up until it pressed her upward slightly, elevating her breasts even more, tilting her pelvis down, pointing her open slit forward slightly. She let out a long breath, the sound relaxing her against the mattress support.
"I know it seems silly to strap you up like this," he kept up a steady banter as he returned to the bottom of the bed, careful to keep her privates exposed to the camera. "But it's for your safety and comfort. I'm sorry about the gown. That's just weird." As he spoke he picked up the smaller of the two black bulbs and looked at her naked groin.
"I'm going to start with the rectal exam, Terry. I was thinking I wouldn't need lubricant, but...well, what would you prefer?"
She swallowed, staring at the black bulb he held up, looking at her stretched perineum. She didn't want to say a word, but for weeks she'd been imagining Mike coating his fingers with lube and slipping them into her ass. She hated lube normally, but in her fantasy she had wanted to feel the cold slippery gel against her insides. "I think," she croaked, "I think it would be best to have lube, doctor."
"You want me to lubricate the rectal explorer?" He waited.
Maybe he hadn't heard her? "Yes. I think that would be better."
He turned to the counter and picked up a squeeze bottle. She watched as he coated the bulb with the shiny jelly, returning the bottle and then turning back to her. "Okay, I'd like you to take a deep breath. While you're holding it, I need you to bear down, as if you are making a bowel movement, pushing your rectum out a little, yes?"
She blushed at the idea of pushing out some shit, but she did as he instructed. She watched as the skin around her anus blossomed out, the slightly brownish skin exposing pink flesh inside a radiating ring. He lowered the bulb and she felt it touch her skin exactly at the same time she saw her anus on the camera in the bulb.
"Okay, you can let out your breath and relax. I'm going to push this in and you'll feel a little pressure."
Her eyes grew wide as the bulb pushed into her and she watched, on camera, as it penetrated her rectum, the channel lit up as a pinkish white tunnel. He pushed it in further and she groaned from the feeling of being penetrated, of being filled up, combined with the bizarre imagery of her own colon. And then it was in completely, swallowed by her anus, the small black cable tugging on her skin slightly. She looked at the overview camera and saw her ring expanded around the black cable, like she was being plugged into a machine rather than the other way around.
"So, Terry, you can see the normal colored skin here and here." With one hand he was moving the camera inside her, with another he was pointing out features of her insides on the screen. She was distracted by the larger scene, though, the one where she was stripped naked, spread open and being penetrated by a black cable, by a doctor. She moaned slightly.
"Am I hurting you?" He sounded concerned, but remained focused on the imagery on the screen.
"No," she whispered. "It feels...it feels good." She blushed at her confession and continued to breathe through the exam.
"Oh. Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural to feel some arousal. Do you enjoy the feeling of the anal explorer?"
She nodded her head absently, staring at the scene unfolding on the TV, feeling the inrush of sensations up her spine.
"I think that's about where we'll stop," he motioned to the rectal-cam and bent down. She watched as he slid a black ring up the cable and pushed it against her anus. "That will keep it in while we proceed to the vaginal exam. If you feel any burning or tearing or any pain at all, you tell me, yes?"
She nodded and watched the image of her rectum spasming in time to the slight cramping she felt from the bulbed invader.
"Okay, before we get to the next part, I'm going to take a couple of pictures." He stepped behind the cart and fiddled again. Something happened to the rectal-cam and she gasped as it began to move in a circular orbit inside her. The monitor showed a revolving image, first one side, then the bottom, then the other side and then the top of her channel. She looked down past her breasts to see if she could see the thing moving, but she could only feel it: a weird pulsing, like a small fist pushing around inside her. She breathed deeply, the added pressure changing the feeling, and she clamped down on it, trying to push it out.
"It's okay. That's normal. Look." He drew her attention back to the rectal-cam and saw how her muscles were closing and opening in a steady rhythm. "That will subside shortly. But if there's any pain, tell me, okay?"
She groaned an agreement, and saw a stream of juices practically flowing from her vagina.
"Now, with respect to lubrication for this one," he held up the second bulb, again chattering as he considered the next step. "I would say we don't need any, given how much emission you're providing on your own. Normally, I'd say let's use it, but in this instance, it could be much clearer without it. What do you say?"
He didn't wait for her to answer as he positioned the bulb at the entrance to her pussy. She nodded vaguely, the feelings growing in her groin from the stimulation and the cameras; the familiar ramp to an orgasm beginning. She could tell it was going to be a big one -- it had been building for a week, in spite of making love to Mike just yesterday -- and now, this setup, so much more than she had bargained for. She moaned as he began to push it in, watching the second camera.
The lens brushed past strands of pubic hair, opening her thin inner lips, the deep pink flesh lit up from the bulb's tip. And then it was in her, the visuals weirdly distinct from the feeling of it opening her channel, the sound of it slipping in between her lips, smacking from her natural lubrication.
"Yes," he commented, keeping her lips open with two fingers as he manipulated the camera into her. "You don't need any additional lubrication. Do you often lubricate like this, or is this particularly arousing to you?"
She didn't know what to say. She blushed at the thought of admitting how aroused she was. Her head was confused, the growing orgasm blotting out any rational thoughts. "I don't think so," she answered and then realized it wasn't an answer at all. "What?" She looked up at him, hoping he would repeat the question.
"There, I think we're in."
She looked at the vag-cam and saw a completely different sort of tissue from the rectal-cam: where the skin in her rectum was pinkish white, with small veins visible when the camera circled around, the skin in her vagina was a deepish pink -- almost purple. She wanted to move her hands all of a sudden, to stroke her clit which she could see faintly poking out from its hood on the overview camera. She pushed against him, hoping she could stimulate *something.*
"It's okay," he reassured her, seemingly misreading her movement, "I'm going to stop for a moment and let you adjust. Then we'll proceed to your cervix."
She groaned again, feeling the rectal bulb pushing up against the larger bulb in her pussy, forcing it against the underside of her clit. The orgasm was building, she could feel it, but she knew it wouldn't go much further without something else. She couldn't face the prospect of asking him. She just breathed and whimpered slightly, her eyes moving rapidly from the overview to the rectal-cam and vag-cam. She looked down her body and saw him adjusting himself.
*He's getting aroused by this! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod*. The thought forced another moan from her and she adjusted her body, trying to push against the instruments to increase the stimulation.
"Shall we proceed?" He placed his hand on her mound, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger just grazing her clit as he pushed the instrument in further. She let out a small cry as much from the change in pressure as the burst of arousal from her sensitive micro-erection. She watched as her flesh peeled away from the bulb until the light shined on a white wall interrupted by another sphincter -- a black spider pattern radiating from a pin hole. "Your cervix. You know," he said conversationally, "you're really quite wet. I don't think I've seen a patient as wet as you are."
She moaned again as the rectal-cam pushed against her. "Please," she whispered. She needed him to do something more. "Please..."
"We're almost done. I know this can be uncomfortable. Well your cervix looks fine. There's a small test I'd like to perform -- you shouldn't feel anything, but I'll need to attach an electrical lead to your left nipple. If that's okay?"
She looked up at him, alarmed at the idea of electricity at this point, but the fog of pleasure slowed her reaction time. The pulsing of the bulb in her ass distracted her, as did the images of her body, the inside of her rectum and vagina. Before she could say anything, he had attached a small clip to her erect nipple. It didn't hurt, to her surprise; it was almost comforting an additional pinching stimulation. She knew it wasn't enough, but it helped a little.
And then she watched as a small spark jumped from the vag-cam to her cervix. Moments later she felt the charge *in her nipple* and she let out a small shriek of surprise. 'What the fuck?!" She tried to cover her mouth, at the cuss word that had escaped but her hands were immobilized. Again, a spark, and again a charge on her nipple, this time with a small nova of stimulation in her rib cage. "What is that?" It came out as a hoarse whisper.
"So, the interesting thing is, the cervix doesn't really have much in the way of nerve endings. You know the stuff about having a penis deep inside you doesn't mean much up against your cervix. But there are nerve connections with your nipples, yeah? It's not unpleasant, right?"
She shook her head, agreeing with his double negative and jerked slightly each time the spark jumped. The electricity added to the glow growing from her clit out to her groin, up her spine and now down from her nipple.
"Would you like to feel it against your clitoris? I've been told by some of my patients it can be very stimulating." Again, he didn't wait for her to reply before he pulled another lead out from somewhere and very gently nuzzled it against her nubbin.
"No...no...will it hurt...aghhhhhhoh godohgodohgodohgod, yes, yes, yes...shit! yes." She hadn't felt anything like it in her life. With each spark, her clit lit up, exploding small puffs of pleasure into her vagina where the pulse met the bulb, and then an echoing pulse, much fainter now, from her nipple. She kept issuing a stream of exclamations even as her slit issued a thicker stream of mucous.
"Okay, Terry, you're almost there. I just need to make one final adjustment in this instrument here," he pointed to the vag-cam, "and then we can move on." As he spoke, he touched a control and she felt the bulb in her pussy begin to expand, pushing against her walls, growing outward toward her entrance, like a clown's balloon. The camera image vibrated and oscillated.
She couldn't take it -- the pulses of electricity, the clamps on her nipple and clit, the moving anal plug and now the bulb expanding inside her like a freak cock. The orgasm exploded through her, erupting up her spine, racing into her brain, wiping out any sensory input. The rush of white light enveloped her, dimming the electrical pulses she could still feel, the pulsing in her rectum, the bulb in her cunt that filled her completely. She let out a small scream of pleasure, and arched her back a little higher.
As she came out of it, her breathing ragged, tears squeezing from her eyes, she realized he hadn't changed anything. The instruments were still inside her. The only difference was the vag-cam had started to deflate, only to start again.
He had moved behind the rolling cart and was fooling around with something else. She wasn't sure she could take any more. It was rare for her to cum more than once as it was, and the supernova of the orgasm was still traveling back through her, down her legs to her feet.
"Did you just have an orgasm, Terry?" She couldn't see him clearly from behind the cart, but she thought she heard the sound of a zipper.
"Yes...I mean...yes...yes, doctor I did." She was starting to feel a second one building - the two bulbs deep inside her moving in complicated patterns, the imagery of her naked body stretched out, her vagina split open, her muff now wet. Another motion from behind the cart drew her eye and she saw he had removed his pants and was unbuttoning his shirt. *This can't be happening! Mike wouldn't want this!* But in spite of her growing terror, her body flooded her with a different emotion -- a yearning to have a cock deep inside her; the sensations from the electricity continuing to bombard her nerves.
He was completely naked now, even though she couldn't see him entirely -- his chest, full of hair, his knees. She wondered what his cock looked like, the hunger for a real fuck wrestling with her confusion; she mentally slapped herself for even thinking it. And then another round of pulses from the machine made her close her eyes, the orgasm just barely cresting.
She struggled but couldn't move, other than bounce her butt on the end of the table. The jiggling only intensified the pressure of the electrical leads on her clit and the pulsing of the bulbs in her channels. He came around the cart and she could see his erection, standing practically straight up from between his legs and she moaned. Looking at his butt in the camera momentarily she thought she saw a familiar mole but she was distracted by his movements. He pulled the mask of his face.
The face didn't register immediately, even as he pulled his cap off, but then the full image of Mike's body hit her full force and she tipped over the edge into the second orgasm of the day. "OhGODohGODohGODYESYESYESYESYESYES!!"
She was so confused, but didn't have time to care. The orgasm lifted her conscious mind away for a few heartbeats, the stimulation from the machine carrying her along. *Mike? Mike? How?* She fluttered her eyes open and stared at him, taking in the familiar muscles, his erection barely visible on the camera.
'How? Wha...." She just looked at him; his eyes weren't the right color!
He ran his hands up her legs, pushing on the cables, his thumbs grazing her clit, forcing a guttural moan from her. "Was it everything you wanted?" He stroked her, forcing her to push up against him, purring.
"GodGodGodGODYES!" She wanted to be unstrapped so she could take him inside her, kiss him.
As if reading her mind, he started pulling the vag-cam out of her, the pulsing bulb pulling open her lips and popping the electrode off her clit. She screamed at the intensity and then moaned at being left so empty.
"These are pretty nice, don't you think?" He was studying the bulb as if *that* was the thing she was focused on.
"Get your cock in me," she demanded, exasperated. "And tell me what the fuck you did just now....aaggggahhhhgggg"
He slipped the head of his erection into her and crawled up onto the table. "This certainly gives a new meaning to the phrase, 'the doctor is in,' eh?"
"Undo my hands, Mike, please, I want to feel your butt." As soon as she was free she pushed her hands onto his tight ass, shoving him deeper into her, pushing against the pulsating bulb in her ass. She watched the couple on the TV, the guy deep in the woman, his muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm to the cock pushing deeper into her. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming again, yes!"
And then she lost consciousness briefly, her hands squeezing his tight buns, the sound of the machines and her moans filling her ears.
It felt like hours later, the two of them lightly stroking each other, his lips occasionally brushing across her nipples. "How did you do this?" She let her hand drift onto his ass again. *Such a great ass!*
"Bill's a buddy of mine from college. He owed me one. It's a Wednesday and he's never open on a Wednesday."
"But the cleaning crew and the 'other patient?'"
"No 'other patient.' There was a cleaning crew," he slipped his finger into her cunt, smearing their combined liquid onto her lips. "They were really confused. I had to get that supervisor out of here."
"But you left the door open!"
"Yeah. Nice touch, yeah?"
"No!" She slapped his ass a little harder than was necessary.
"Ummm, I like it when you do that."
"And all of this? What the fuck is all of this?" She looked over at the equipment and saw the clothes he'd deposited on the floor; she noticed the elevator soles and what looked like shoulder pads. She studied his eyes again, squinting at him.
"Well, that's what took some time. I've been thinking about this setup for awhile, and you gave me the perfect excuse. Just took a little of this and a little of that. It works, yeah? Oh. You're confused about the eyes. Contacts."
"Yeaahhh," she exhaled the word, thinking about those two bulbs moving inside her, the images on the screen of her orgasm from the inside and outside. "Does the doctor have an open slot?"
"Two," he said, sliding off the bed and reaching for the cables. | literotica |
Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: Roy and Cindy were on a tour of their local candy factory. It was part of a contest held at their high school. The candy factory owner, Dr. Barry, had wanted to boost sales locally and he could think of no better way than to get his name in the local news by inviting twenty kids from the local high school (Barry was very devoted to all things local) to come and visit the factory and sample some of his latest and as yet not released candies. It just so happened that both Roy and Cindy won. The funny thing about this was they were currently dating and had both won by sheer chance. (Unless you listen to Monica, the head cheerleader who insists they somehow rigged it, but then she always had been jealous she couldn't have Roy). Both school goers were thrilled because they were nearing the end of their senior year and they saw this as a great way to end the year and their high school adventure. And if you don't accept that, hell, it was still a free day off school.
The tour was nearing its end and Barry wanted to go out with a bang. He had decided that the last room he would lead the entourage through would be his invention room. He figured, what more interesting place could there be in the factory than the room where all his famous candies were born. The kids would even get to see some things that he was still currently working on perfecting for the public. You see, Barry hadn't fallen into the trap of modern day dullness. The only difference he could see between all the candy bars made were some had nuts and caramel, and some just had nuts. Now this may be particularly exciting for some, especially if you love caramel, but not for Barry. He wanted to make revolutionary candies. Candies that would make people see all other candy boring in comparison to his own. Therefore, many of his inventions were highly irregular, even dangerous, and should never be toyed with without his express permission. At least that was what Roy was listening to Barry drone on about as they wandered through the invention room. As far as Roy could tell, it was nothing special. Just large metal contraptions that probably did something boring.
He looked over and noticed Cindy not listening. In fact, he liked to notice her a lot, considering she was a beautiful woman with sandy blonde hair and a curvy figure. He wasn't looking as much lately though. She used to be fairly plump with a large butt and boobs, but unfortunately, she had lately been on a diet craze and lost all her extra weight. Most of his friends thought it was a change for the better, but Roy had liked her larger. This day she was wearing a slightly loose pair of soft blue jeans with a sky blue belt, and a light blue button up blouse over a white tank top.
Hey Cindy," he whispered, "maybe you should be listening to Barry's warnings."
"O please, I'm sure it's nothing," she whispered back as she smacked on her gum.
That was another thing that had changed. Ever since she started losing weight, all Cindy did was chew gum. She was obsessed. 'The chewing takes my mind off eating' Cindy would say every time he brought up how annoying the constant gum chewing was. Roy looked back to Barry, annoyed with his girlfriend and her stubborn attitude. He was just trying to make sure she didn't cause trouble. Despite his efforts, she usually did.
They had just arrived at a large new machine.
"This is our most wonderful invention yet," said the factory owner Dr. Barry to the fidgety group. "Someone press the button to start it up." No one made a motion to move. "Alas, I'll do it myself," and with that Barry eagerly pressed a large red button. The machine instantly whirled into motion creating what everyone expected to be a candy marvel. There were buzzes, beeps, and rotating mechanical wonders.
Roy nudged Cindy, "This might be interesting huh?" "Eh, probably just another Candy I can't eat because it'll cause me to balloon up." Mr. Barry reached into a landing chute and pulled out what appeared to be a small blue blob.
"Does anyone know what this is," Barry questioned.
Her interests suddenly perked, Cindy Spoke up. "It looks like gum," she declared. "Wrong," he said with a wry smile, "it's the most fantastic gum soon to be known to man."
"What's so fantastic about it," Cindy questioned with her curiosity growing by the moment.
"Why it's a three course meal. Soup, a main course, and dessert. When this is perfected, we will produce a whole line of meals that people will be able to enjoy just by chewing on a stick of gum."
Many of the gathered students, many in high level classes such as gym and sewing, started to question Mr. Barry's sanity. However, while he was turned to them defending himself and his self-proclaimed gum, Cindy quickly seized the opportunity to snatch the gum from Barry's extended hand.
"Sounds like the perfect thing for me," Cindy declared wanting to be the first the try this wondrous new invention. 'Also,' she thought to herself, 'I can eat an entire simulated meal with none of the calories.' The future diet possibilities were amazing to contemplate. Before she could savor her new found prize, Barry immediately shouted out a warning.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, I really wouldn't. That gum hasn't been fully perfected."
Cindy could only smile as she swallowed her old gum (which she was conveniently prone to do) and stuck the blob in her mouth. "Then I'll perfect it for you."
"No, you don't understand," Barry tried to impose, "that gum has some severe side effects that still need to be worked out."
Cindy was too wrapped up in her excitement to even listen or care now though. Barry sighed, and decided that he had tried to warn her and she would be getting her just desserts now. Quite literally.
As Cindy started to chew Roy tried to stop her also, but Cindy just pulled away and told him she could do what she wanted.
"This gum is marvelous. It tastes just like chicken noodle soup. O my, now it's changing. Fried chicken and peas! It tastes as though I'm eating the real thing." As the others watched Cindy with curiosity Roy could only wonder about the side effects Barry had tried to caution her about.
"Here comes dessert. Blueberry pie!! My absolute favorite!! And this has to be the best blueberry pie I have ever had times ten." Cindy was practically moaning with pleasure now. Then something funny started to happen. Cindy's fingers started turning a faint blue color and the blue started spreading up her arms.
"What is happening to her Barry," Roy asked worried. Barry casually answered, "I told her not the have the gum, now she's in for a big surprise. Don't worry though, it won't be that severe." When Roy looked back the blue color had spread all through Cindy's skin and she was starting to notice that something was wrong. She was just getting over seeing her faintly blue skin when Roy noticed something himself. Her small breasts seemed a little larger. He looked closer and realized that they were still growing. Cindy seemed to realize this about the same time and cried out. "O my god, what's happening to my boobs. They feel so funny."
"They're growing," Roy said, starting to enjoy the side effects. Cindy could feel the pressure in her breasts increasing and there was a large tingling feeling. Her bra started to tighten and she could feel her boobs starting to push into her bra more and more. Her shirt also started tightening.
"What have you done to me Barry?"
"Don't worry," Barry assured, "this always happens at the dessert. All you have to do is spit out the gum and this will stop."
"I can't spit out the gum," Cindy said frantically noticing the buttons on the top part of her shirt begin to strain. Barry sighed, "Well, I think you probably should consider it. You don't want this to go any further."
"I can't spit it out because I swallowed it. I thought the flavor was about up and I always swallow my gum when I'm done with it."
Barry looked horrified. "How could you swallow the gum!! I can't believe you did that. This is not good, not good at all."
By this time Cindy's breasts were in the range of DD. The top button on her blue blouse finally couldn't hold any longer and popped off with a clang. "Well, this isn't that bad. All your side effects seem to do is give me larger breasts. I've always wanted to be fuller up top. I just hope this blue tint to my skin fades."
"And what happens when your breasts start getting to full," Barry questioned.
Cindy looked up with a confused gaze. "What do you mean?" Suddenly a second button burst off her shirt and Cindy's growing cleavage became more apparent. Her white tank top was now visible and it looked incredibly strained. Roy noticed Amy almost looked a little bluer now. That was when Cindy started to feel the tingling feeling spread.
"O my, I feel so funny!" Suddenly, Cindy's thighs started to grow rounder.
"What are you doing now Cindy?" someone shouted. "Help me, my legs are getting fatter. Ooo, it feels so weird. I can feel them growing rounder."
Barry looked worried, "We need to get that gum out of her quick. We need to get it out of her before this can spread anymore. None of my workers are answering my call though."
Cindy could only stare helplessly as all the wrinkles in her jeans smoothed over as her legs grew into them. Then her thighs started pushing into her jeans, growing rounder by the second. Everyone was surprised by a ting sound, until they realized another button had popped off her shirt completely exposing Cindy's enormous breasts stuffed inside her bra and tank top. The blue hue had grown stronger and could be seen through the tank top.
"Ahhh, my boobs are still growing too."
"Your legs are quickly catching up though," Roy said pleased, started to get very turned on.
And it was true. The inside of Cindy's thighs finally got round enough to touch each other. Cindy, realizing this, spread her legs apart some not wanting her thighs to touch because that was an indication of how fat they were becoming. However, her legs just started pumping up faster and one could really see just how thick they were becoming. Then they too slowed down in their growth, but were still slowly growing like her boobs.
In her moment of reprieve Cindy got angry.
"Look at what you did to me," Cindy shouted at Barry moving toward him. As she walked, she waddled slightly with her round thighs rubbing and her boobs moving up and down.
"You brought this on yourself, but it's only just begun. Like I said, we need to get that gum out of you fast."
Cindy continued moving toward Barry and Roy got a view of her backside which now seemed a little puffy. She suddenly stopped and grabbed her butt. Roy could see her hands moving outward and Cindy could feel the odd sensation of her butt checks growing into her hands.
"Oh no, not my butt now too. What's happening to me? My whole body is getting huge."
Her butt started widening more and more. Her rear end passed the point of curvy and continued rounding out. Her butt was getting really plump now and started pushing into the seat of her jeans. Even her belt started feeling a little tight.
"I have to get out of here," she cried in her panicked state. Cindy started to walk away, but slower and slower. Her thighs were still growing and were quite round by now. As she walked away her butt continued to grow and began to sway more with each step. Her panty lines became very pronounced as her jeans grew even tighter and started to creak a little. Suddenly there was a loud snap. Cindy jumped and realized her extremely tight bra had finally broke to her cantaloupe sized breasts.
"Somebody help me, I don't know what is happening to me. I'm filling up."
"Like a balloon," Roy added.
"Like a blueberry," Barry corrected.
"This is all your fault, Barry," she pouted. "Oh no, that feeling is growing again. Roy, stop this"
But it was too late and her hips started to flare out. "Ooooo, I'm getting fat everywhere. Stop this!"
Cindy tried holding her hips in but it was no use and they just continued growing. Her butt was still growing rounder by the second and her hips tightened her belt even more. Cindy's arms started to push out due to her hips enlarging outwards further and further. Cindy now had a very pronounced hourglass figure as her hips slowed down and the funny feeling started to grow again.
She was helpless as her stomach started to poof out. Her shirt grew tight and her stomach pushed into the crotch of her jeans. Her butt and hips were still growing underneath her ever tightening belt. Cindy spread her legs out again as her legs plumped up even more.
"Uhhh, my belt hurts so much," she moaned. One by one the bottom buttons on her shirt blew off like a gun firing. Her tank top was stretched over her growing midsection. Her blue belly button started to poke out from under her tank top and grow over her belt. Her crotch filled even more. Her belt started groaning and finally burst off with a loud bang. Her midsection gave one final shove into the button of her incredibly tight jeans and the inflation suddenly ceased.
"Look at me, I'm so fat. I am about really to burst out of my clothes. OOOOOO, that feeling is growing so big now."
"Oh no," Barry said, "the final push."
"Huh, what do yo..." but Cindy never finished her statement. Suddenly her whole body began to swell again.
"Ahhh, help me, my whole body is getting fatter."
"Barry," someone yelled, "someone has to get that air out of her quick."
Barry answered: "there's no air in there, it's juice. She's blowing up into a huge blueberry."
As he said this Cindy's jeans button popped open and her stomach pushed down her zipper. The front of her teal panties were clad to the crotch section. Her tank top started to rip.
"I'm getting too big, if this swelling doesn't stop, I'm going to pop."
Her beach ball size butt checks finally split the seat of her pants with a large rip. Her teal panties glistening spread over her huge derriere. Right after this her boobs gave a large push forward and burst the last of her tank top. The seams of her jeans gave a final protest as her thighs blew apart the rest of her jeans.
Eventually Cindy was standing in just her panties and she was getting rounder by the second. Her butt gave a large swelling thrust and her panties exploded off. Her body deepened to a deep blue and her legs started growing together as even her arms and cheeks filled out. Cindy finished rounding out until she was a blue sphere with a head. Her body started to pulsate with pressure.
"Mhhhmm," she mumbled through her large checks.
"Barry," Roy screamed, "do something."
Just as he said this the workers finally arrived with the device to get the gum out of Cindy. And not a moment too soon. Barry had Cindy rolled to the de-juicing room where she was promptly squeezed. However, even in that short amount of time, some of the juice had been transformed to fat and she was still quite plump after it all. Cindy decided to give up on diets and gum.
| bodyinflation |
Title: A Backwoods Awakening
Tags: skinny dipping, first lesbian encounter, natural women, environmental
Melissa straightened the collar of her suit coat and steeled herself for the inevitable inappropriate comments as she climbed onto the bus. The swampy Southern air was awfully hot for a coat, and she had been sorely tempted to leave it in her car. But there was no way she was joining Mr. Morahan's brood of investors -- rich, entitled older men one and all, and most of them soused as well by this time of the afternoon -- in only the sheer white blouse she had on underneath.
Left to her own devices, of course, she would have worn a darker top for the occasion. And pants rather than a skirt, to be sure, and most of all flat heels! But Mr. Morahan had his rules. And that Melissa swallow her feminist sensibilities and doll herself up for the guys was one of them. *His money is green,* she reminded herself as she stepped up into the bus and the onslaught of hoots and claps began. *We only have to live with it until we can afford to move away.* And after all, she had done the same sort of thing on purpose back in her high school days. But that seemed a lifetime ago now, rather than the five or six years it really had been. So much had changed for Melissa in that time, but her hometown had not changed at all.
Setting down her binder on the front seat, Melissa forced a smile as the usual suspects shouted out their lusty approval of her hair, clothes and curves. Mr. Morahan had outdone himself on the booze this time, as the aisle was already littered with miniature bottles of scotch and vodka and heaven knew what else. "Good afternoon, everybody!" she called out over the inebriated din. "I trust Mr. Morahan has told you about the land we'll be seeing today."
"He told us we'd be seeing you too!" called out old Mr. Bucks, whom Melissa knew from numerous previous trips. He, at least, could be counted on to open his wallet.
"But aren't you awfully hot in that coat, Melissa?" teased Mr. Jameson, one of the younger investors, and also one of the stingier ones, although Mr. Morahan had suggested to her that if she would only join him in his Jacuzzi for just one afternoon...
"I'm hot without it too, Mr. Jameson," she replied. "But that's all you're ever going to know of it." She was rewarded with an uproarious laugh from most of the men, and Mr. Jameson slunk down so low in his seat that she couldn't see him. "Now, as I was saying, gentlemen, Morahan's Woods is our newest concept for new luxury homes, scheduled to break ground just as soon as we complete our investment campaign. The development will be built on a plot of beautiful land just beyond the river's flood basin, which we were recently able to purchase. Mr. Morahan has had his eye on the area for years, and at last we've got access to it. I think you're going to like what you see."
From one of the closer rows came a raised hand. Mr. Sheridan, one of the few passengers for whom Melissa would allow the term "gentleman" actually fit. "Yes, Mr. Sheridan?" she asked, relieved that he was the only one with an immediate question.
"If Donny has wanted this land for so long, why'd he only get his hands on it now, Melissa? I've known Donny Morahan since before you were born and the man does not wait around when he sees an opportunity."
"That's right!" called out a chorus of several others, followed quickly by one of them demanding, "How long will it take for our investment to come back if he took so long to get the land?!" That also earned a round of hearty agreement.
"Gentlemen, relax!" Melissa reassured them with her best cheerleader's grin. "There's a perfectly simple answer to Mr. Sheridan's concerns. The land for Morahan's Woods was off limits until recently because of burdensome federal regulations. But now that we have a friend of business in the White House..." She paused knowingly, and sure enough the bus full of Republicans responded with a resounding cheer. "Now you are free to buy the land and wait for your robust returns!" she called out. Her days in the College Republicans weren't all that far behind her, though it did feel a bit funny to be appealing to such things when she was no longer sure she believed in them. The investors did not need to know --any more than her parents needed to know -- that she had voted the other way last year in her first election. It wasn't for environmental reasons anyway, but no one needed to know that either. If any man on that bus had known her real reasons...but Melissa put that thought from her mind. No one ever need know once she had made her escape.
"Now then," Melissa concluded, as she darted her eyes briefly out the bus window to see Mr. Morahan pulling up in his Ferrari, "If there are no more questions, the man of the hour is here and we'll be on our way. Have some more drinks, and enjoy the ride!" Welcoming another round of applause with a wave at the old men, she stood aside and watched as her chubby boss waddled up to the bus and climbed on. He looked ready to keel over from heatstroke in his brown suit and his face was flushed as he clambered up the stairs, but he had his winning smile ready for gladhanding the investors as soon as he appeared at Melissa's side.
"Good afternoon, everyone!" he called out. "Thank you, Melissa, and I hope everyone is ready to see Morahan's Woods. It'll make you all even richer than you already are in no time. I guarantee it!" Turning to the bus driver, he nodded. The bus driver swung the door shut and the trip was underway.
Melissa gratefully sat down in the front seat and turned to admire the scenery her boss would soon be defiling. But Mr. Morahan wasn't done with her just yet. As usual, she could smell the stink of tobacco on his breath before he actually said anything, an unwelcome warning of an always-unwelcome order, and today was no exception. "Lose the coat, Melissa," he hissed.
"What?" she whispered, turning to see him bending over inches from her face.
"The guys don't need to see your tits, but they need to know you have them. Lose the coat!"
"And if I don't?" she demanded.
"Then I think you'll find your paycheck a little lighter this month." He straightened up to field a question from one of the men, so he didn't see the look of disgust on Melissa's face as she took in his threat. But she did remove her coat. Careful to avoid drawing any further attention to herself for the moment, she sat back and tried not to listen to the questions, but of course she heard them.
"Donny, just why was this land protected? Is that going to affect the ability to build there? I'm not going to invest in you putting McMansions in a swamp."
"Oh, you! C'mon, Jim, you know me!"
"We sure do, Donny. Answer his question."
"Geez, y'all are a tough audience! Well, guys, look, it was silly liberal overprotective bullshit, is what it was. Something about a waterfowl habitat. Nothing a few million dollars in the right pocket couldn't fix. It could and it has, for good."
"And why can't you just finance it with the proceeds from our last little venture, Donny?"
"'Cause that money's coming back to you, any day now! You know that?"
"Do we really? Hey, Melissa, do you have the latest numbers on the Bridgetree Development? I ain't heard them lately."
Melissa knew the numbers, all right, but Mr. Morahan clapped a clammy hand on her shoulder before she could even consider standing up to answer. "Well, now, come on, guys, let's not hassle the little lady about math, now shall we?" That brought on the longed-for response, a few drunken chuckles building into a nice loud laugh that Mr. Morahan himself gratefully joined in on, and then he skillfully turned the conversation back to his plans for Morahan's Woods.
He was good, Melissa had to admit to herself. Always had been, from the first time she could recall meeting him, at her parents' country club where she had worked as a lifeguard for several summers. Though she had spent most of her too-abundant free time eyeing the other women around the pool even as she tried unsuccessfully to interest herself in the men, it had been impossible to avoid taking notice of Mr. Morahan and his big-as-his-body attitude. Loud and brash, but always ready with a joke to take the edge off an uncomfortable moment, and even back then Melissa had seen it get him out of trouble time and again. That was how he'd grown so rich building gaudy apartment buildings and houses all over the countryside Melissa had so loved as a little girl. It was just as well she was planning to take off for New York or California as soon as she could save up the money, for soon there wouldn't be much left of her hometown as she recalled it anyway. Melissa wondered sometimes how she could sleep at night when she thought of her own role in defiling the land...but then she always remembered what life had been like in their little backwater for anyone who even thought she might be different.
Of course, it was a closed-minded, hateful little town -- that much she had come to know so intimately once she'd been away to college and tasted freedom to be herself for the first time. The things she had shared with her girlfriends there...well, all that didn't even bear thinking about as long as she was stuck back home for the time being, and she still wasn't quite sure if it was real or just experimenting anyway. But Melissa *thought* she liked it, at least. And she looked forward to the day when she could explore a bit further and make up her own mind. It would never happen here.
Morahan's Woods, or at least the land where it was set to be, was most of the way to the river, off a little-used freeway exit that Melissa herself couldn't recall using before. She was relieved when the bus pulled off the exit, for with Mr. Morahan having successfully tamped down the investors' skepticism or at least drawn attention away from it, they were rowdier than ever behind her. At least the trip would be lucrative provided she could sell enough of them on the land.
The bus rolled off the exit ramp and onto a narrow two-lane road, heading straight into the heavy woods found on both sides of the river. As the freeway receded into the background, Melissa felt a bit like she was being driven back in time. Back into the days when the countryside reached a lot closer in to town, when the locals still talked about places where the forest grew "so thick they have to pump the sunshine in," where she hadn't been allowed to ride her bicycle in the summertime -- and the tales of wild animals and wilder locals in the woods had scared her into obeying. Absurd as it felt to be heading into those woods now while dressed for a day at the office, the rustic, shady view was a lovely reminder of those scenes she could barely remember.
Inevitably, it came to mind that she was now about to try to sell those very woods to Mr. Morahan's buddies. A few of them made sure of that by reminding her in no uncertain terms. "Can't hardly wait to get the equipment in here, Donny!" "I can hear the chainsaw already...rrrrrrraaaawwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnggggg!" "Just wait until we clear out the view!" "Think of the golf course you could have here."
Before Melissa could get too uptight about it all, Mr. Morahan gave her a gruff pat on the shoulder and announced, "You're up, babe. Knock 'em dead."
"Yes sir," Melissa said icily, recalling his comment about her paycheck, and with a deep breath she forced a smile and stood up. "Okay, everybody!" she said with a cheerful bounce she didn't feel at all. "We're nearly there! Mr. Morahan and his team have already created a clearing just up the road, and our first stop will be there. It'll give you a feel for the nice rural nature of the land, and let you imagine what each plot of land might look like with a luxury home. There's even a nice little pond just off the clearing."
"Join me for a swim, Melissa?" called out one of the oldest and drunkest of the bunch from the far end of the bus.
Melissa swallowed her pride and put on a saucy grin. "Well now, if you sign up to join Mr. Morahan..."
The entire bus burst into hoots of salacious laughter, and Mr. Morahan was looking at Melissa like he just might give her a bonus, so she gripped the microphone and kept her fake smile and waited for the moment to pass. She was still waiting when she felt the jolt, a split-second before all the men since she was the only one on the bus who was standing. "Oooh!" Melissa heard herself say it before she realized she had squealed out loud, and she grabbed at the nearest seat before she was fully aware she had turned her ankle and broken her right shoe-heel as the bus was sliding off the road. Always so careful not to sound like a little girl while on duty, she caught herself and stood up as straight as she could without the heel, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes.
Now that she had regained control, Melissa was suddenly aware that the bus was sliding diagonally off the road and into a muddy ditch. The driver was flailing at the steering wheel, struggling in vain to pull back onto the road. "Rusty, what in the name of God are you doing?!" Mr. Morahan boomed, jumping out of his seat just as Melissa finally had the presence of mind to return to hers.
"Both front tires went out at once, Mr. Morahan!" the driver protested, still struggling with the wheel. "I don't know what we hit, but the front wheels are useless!"
"Well, you'd better make some use of 'em --" Mr. Morahan broke off in mid-sentence as the bus splashed into the stream at the bottom of the ditch. Melissa held on for dear life to the handrest as the bus jerked to a stop. It was tilted heavily to the left and Melissa slid down and plopped against the wall of the bus. After the sting of the initial impact wore off, she was relieved to realize she was not hurt. Then the relief quickly turned to fear as she remembered that she was stranded in the woods in high heels -- one of them already broken -- on a bus full of drunken old men.
At least she wasn't hurt. Always the professional, she managed to get to her feet, disposing for the moment with both shoes, and clawed her way up to the aisle. "Gentlemen, there's been a setback, but I assure you Mr. Morahan and I will be on top of things in just a few minutes. Is everybody okay?"
"No! I spilled bourbon all over my tie! Donny gonna pay for my dry-cleaning bill?" The first complaint was followed by a few laughs and a much louder echo of irritation. Melissa turned around nervously to see if Mr. Morahan was ready to put in a word. He wasn't: he was sprawled against the driver's seat, the gearshift poking him in the hip in a way that couldn't have been any too pleasant, pinning the driver against the half-open window which was taking in water from the stream. Rusty, the driver, was soaked and stuck, but he knew better than to complain.
Mr. Morahan was grunting and flailing as he tried to stand up. "Melissa, goddammit, help me!"
"Of course, sir." She made her way to the front as quickly as she could, struggling to keep her balance. He was still wheezing and grabbing at everything and nothing by the time Melissa reached him. "Okay, take my hand," she said, musing this was absolutely the only circumstance under which she would ever say that. Wrapping her other arm around the bar at the top of the steps, she held out her hand and he grabbed at it with both of his. He pulled so hard Melissa was worried he would dislocate her shoulder, but he still couldn't get to his feet. "Try rolling over," Melissa suggested. "At least get off Rusty before he suffocates."
"Gonna take that out of your paycheck," Mr. Morahan grumbled, ignoring the meek "Thank you Melissa" that came from Rusty under him; but he did take her advice and managed to roll out of the seat. He then promptly slid down to the wall beneath what had been Melissa's seat, where several inches of dirty water were now collecting. "Aw, Christ, wet!" he whined.
"I'm -- I'm sorry, Mr. Morahan," Melissa uttered meekly, barely hiding her amusement at her bombastic boss in his pathetic current state.
"You should be! Why didn't you tell me that road was so dangerous?"
"Yeah, Donny, and what else didn't she tell us?" came a voice from the back of the bus, where most of the passengers had managed to perch on the crooked seats and avoid Mr. Morahan's fate.
Melissa didn't miss a beat, as usual. "Gentlemen, I had no idea --"
"Of course you didn't!" snapped Mr. Jameson. "Donny, what does a woman ever know about the dangers of a place like this?"
"More than you do, I dare say," came a woman's voice Melissa had never heard before.
Startled, Melissa whipped around toward the bus door, where the voice had come from. While Mr. Morahan had been mouthing off at her, she had sensed a warm breeze behind her, but there had been no time to investigate that. Now she saw where it had come from. The bus door had somehow been wrenched open, evidently at the hands of the woman who had just spoken. She now stood proud and defiant just inside the bus, and Melissa found herself face to face with her. Tall and thickly built, similar to Melissa's own view of herself as "big but not fat" although she was rather bigger in every way, she had dirty blonde hair pulled into a careless ponytail that draped down behind her army-green t-shirt. She also wore worn but clean cargo pants, and work boots caked with mud that was now dripping precariously close to Mr. Morahan's wingtips. Melissa scarcely noticed that, though, as she was looking into the other woman's fierce green eyes and trying to decide what to make of her -- and tamping down the all-too-familiar feeling so many of the girls at school had inspired back in the days when Melissa understood she could go to hell for acting upon such thoughts. She was sweaty and dirty, but beautiful.
And she was trespassing on Mr. Morahan's bus, but Melissa appreciated her rejoinder to Mr. Jameson too much to accost her for that. "Um...hello!" she finally managed to say through her confused and titillated fog. "May I help you?"
"I think maybe it's the other way around, girl -- I can help you. If you don't mind my sayin' so, it looks like you could use the help."
"Well, yes," Melissa said, "The bus skidded off the road, and --"
"I didn't mean that, girl. I meant help with all your wealthy donors here. Looks to me like they need an attitude adjustment about the love of the land, don't you think? Unless you're one of their own, but I sure hope you aren't."
"'Course she is, you bitch!" called out Mr. Bucks. "Ain't that right, Melissa?"
Melissa looked into the other woman's hopeful eyes, and turned back to face Mr. Bucks. "Mr. Bucks, I'll thank you very much not to use that word in polite company. Would you say that to your wife?"
"Only if she catches him with his girlfriend," cracked one of the other investors.
Even Melissa laughed. But the other woman didn't. "All right, now look here!" she called out. "I'm going to have a heart to heart chat with your friend Melissa here, and that will determine what happens to y'all next. I suggest you show her some respect for a change, 'cause your immediate future is in her hands. Do I make myself clear?"
A few nondescript whispers of "bitch" and "cunt" and an unapologetic "get the hell off my bus" from Mr. Morahan notwithstanding, no one argued. Melissa looked down at Mr. Morahan and quickly concluded that he was in no condition to back up his order. She turned and nodded warily at the other woman, who was by then standing in the bus doorway waiting for her. Just as she was about to step off, Melissa remembered her broken heel. "Oh, wait a minute..."
"Just take your shoes off," the blonde said.
Melissa was shocked, but secretly thrilled at the same time. "How did you know...?"
"Because I know how it is to be pushed into wearing heels when you'd rather be in sneakers. You have that type written all over your Suzy Secretary self, girl. Now please, a word."
Melissa's heart was pounding, and she wasn't sure if it was nerves or fright or something much more positive than all that. But as strange as their visitor seemed, Melissa felt safe with her. Safer than she felt with Mr. Morahan and his drunk, angry friends, for that matter. So she kicked off her pumps and pulled her way up to the door. The muddy ground outside would destroy her stockings, she knew, but she wasn't about to give the guys a show taking them off on the bus.
"You don't really want to wear tights in this heat anyway, do you?" the blonde asked knowingly as Melissa reluctantly stepped out onto the wet gravel.
"No, I sure don't," Melissa admitted, no longer surprised that she could read her so easily. "Or in any weather. I'm afraid you got my number on that one. But Mr. Morahan has his rules."
"I figured that explained everything about you, girl. Or at least I hoped it did. You looked too gorgeous to be in a league with those guys, but that could have been wishful thinking on my part. I sure hope it wasn't." With Melissa safely off the bus, the older woman slammed the door shut and wedged a branch in the latch so it couldn't be opened from inside. With that done, she turned back to Melissa, who was enjoying the refreshing breeze even as she was aware of the mud seeping into her stockings. "Well, I guess I should start by introducing myself. My name is Patricia, and I don't like to be called Patty or Pat. It's Patricia."
"I'm Melissa," and they shook hands. Melissa wondered should she add "pleased to meet you" or some other cliché, but she sensed that Patricia wouldn't appreciate it. She desperately wanted to respond to the "too gorgeous" comment, but she had no clue how to do so. With the ice broken, though, Melissa had to admit the feeling was mutual: Patricia looked weatherbeaten but resilient, wonderfully alive, and beautiful in the earthiest of ways. Those old familiar guilty urges bubbled up harder than ever, but for once Melissa felt no inclination to tamp them down. Something about the bus ride had triggered a last-straw reaction in her, and Patricia seemed like icing on that cake just now.
"Now then," Patricia said, stepping away from the bus, with Melissa following her lead. "Tell me just how it is that you ended up on that bus."
Though alive with attraction and titillation, Melissa kept her head. "Look, Patricia, Mr. Morahan is a selfish, gross, chauvinist pig, but I don't want anybody getting hurt on my account."
"Even though they were fixin' to destroy my home, and the birds' habitat here?" Patricia asked.
"I don't like what he does," Melissa reassured her.
"Good answer! But then what were you doing on the bus?"
Melissa bit her lip. "Making money the only way I could so I could save up to get the hell out of here. No offense, if this is your home, but growing up here was murder. I was...different -- and I tried so hard not to be. Cheerleading, church youth group, dating boys I didn't even like because they were popular...I did what I had to do, but it was always just to avoid getting bullied until I could get out. College was a sweet taste of freedom, but that's been over for a year or so now and I'm desperate to move someplace where I can be myself. New York, San Francisco, but even a smaller city would do as long as it's not so goddamn conservative. And Mr. Morahan, well, like I said, he's a pig, but he pays me well. But I'll tell you what. After that bus ride -- I mean, those guys were in rare form, sexist comments left and right, and this is such a beautiful place -- I'm done, Patricia. I assure you, if you let me go, I'll never bother with your land or anybody else's again. I'm done."
"If I let you go?" Patricia asked. "Girl, I didn't kidnap you. You're the only one I let off the bus, after all. And I want to believe you about being done with your boss, but I'm sure you can appreciate I'm skeptical. I mean, your answer just sounded too much like what I'd want to hear from you, I'm sure you can see that."
"But it's true." Melissa's voice was shaky, and she was frightened of Patricia for the first time.
Patricia turned and put her hands on Melissa's shoulders, sending a delightful shock through Melissa even as she was still frightened. "Listen. If you're bein' honest with me, Melissa, then I'll make you a deal. I'm gonna give you a fair chance to prove you've learned your lesson, and help me teach your boss and his friends the same one. They won't get hurt unless they bring it on themselves, and either way it might save the habitat here. Sound fair?"
"What if I don't want to help?" Melissa couldn't help asking, though she did want to help with all her heart.
"Like I said, I didn't kidnap you. But it's a long walk back to town in your bare feet, and you won't be around to be sure I don't do anything drastic with your friends on the bus."
"They are *not* my friends!" Melissa snapped. Then, turning more conciliatory, she added, "Fine, I do want to prove I really meant it, and I'd love to help save your land." By now they had made their way most of the way across the clearing to the edge of the pond Melissa had mentioned on the bus. The water, though muddy, looked cool and inviting in the hazy afternoon sunshine, and the bus was just barely in sight. Maybe she could persuade Patricia to join her for a dip...
"You want to go for a swim?" Patricia asked with a gentle smile.
"How do you keep doing that?!" Melissa demanded. "How can you read me so easily?"
"Because I used to be you," Patricia said. "Or someone a lot like you, at least. I grew up not far from here, too, in a nice ritzy suburb, maybe even the same one you're from -- don't tell me which, I don't need to know. What I do know is what you said about how growing up here was hell, and I also saw how you looked at me on the bus. Tell me, Melissa, are you out?"
"Out?" Melissa asked.
"I guess that answers that question," Patricia mused. "Not even out to yourself, I gather, at least not completely. It's okay, I probably wouldn't be either if I were in your shoes."
"Well now, wait a minute!" Melissa protested. "I'm not even sure about all that. I mean, yes, I played around with a couple of other girls when I was in college, but who doesn't do that? It doesn't mean I'm..."
"Not necessarily, that's true," Patricia admitted. She sat down on the bank of the pond and patted the spot next to her. "But tell me, and remember you're completely safe with me here...tell me, hasn't that doubt always been with you?"
"What doubt?"
"That you might just be one of those people the schoolyard bullies loved to accuse everyone of being, one of the ones your preacher said were going straight to hell, the ones your parents were afraid of exposing you to. If you grew up here, you've been hearing it all your life, I know that. What I'm wondering is if you haven't always had a sense that you just might be one of them, like I did for as long as I can remember. Do you recall admiring the girls in their dresses on the playground, even if you hated wearing dresses yourself? What about the locker room in high school, did you ever find yourself stealing glances at the other girls and imagining them in so much more detail later on when you were alone? And no doubt you had your share of dates with boys, but never felt a spark of anything with them. Any of that ring a bell, Melissa?"
Melissa swallowed hard and felt tears welling up. "God, Patricia, yes. And I told myself again and again I didn't, I wasn't, it wasn't natural and I'd go to hell and that wasn't me."
Patricia touched Melissa gently on her back, their most intimate contact yet. "It is and you won't and it is you, girl. Believe me, I know what you've been through. It's one reason why I ended up living out here alone. High school was rough, college wasn't much better in those days, at least here it wasn't. Luckily, I met my Valerie. From New Orleans, she was, so she was at least a bit worldlier than I was back then. Didn't stop our parents from disowning us both when we came out to them, though, and so that's why we moved out here. Came for the fishing, at first, then we realized a couple of resourceful gals like us could live off the land, or close at least. It was a truly peaceful life back then, Melissa, working the river and the garden all day and making love all night if we wanted to, only coming out into the world to deal with their abuse when we felt like it, and back then that wasn't often."
Melissa sensed a sad ending to the story. "I'm sorry, Patricia...I gather Valerie isn't around anymore?"
"Your boss isn't the first man who tried to rape the land out here, Melissa. Even back when we first got here, there were greedy developers with their eye on the riverfront property. Everybody knew about the birds here and how it would put them at risk for extinction, and they also knew a few nature-loving souls like us lived out here to begin with. But they didn't care. Valerie, though, she wouldn't give up without a fight. She joined a group of activists here and they fought back, hard, my Valerie most of all. Got arrested a couple of times, she did, but she wouldn't let anything stop her from saving the marsh and our home. But then...well, Melissa, you'd have been about ten years old, I'm guessing. Do you remember the explosion at the refinery across the river?"
"Oh my God, Patricia, yes!" Melissa wanted to cry now, but out of respect for her new friend she held the tears back. "I was eleven. Something about a gas leak, wasn't it?"
"That's what they said in the papers. What really happened was that company was after our land, and we were holding a vigil outside their building in protest. I was there too, but I was far enough back in the crowd that my hair only got singed. Valerie was up on the stage as usual, rousing the crowd to hang in there with us, when the bomb went off."
"It was a bomb?"
"Never proven," Patricia admitted, "But the damage to the refinery was minor enough that they had it up and running again within a week, and the explosion happened when no one was inside except the security guard. He wasn't hurt. Eight of us outside were killed, including my Valerie, and dozens more injured." Melissa stopped and took a deep breath. "But they did back off on trying to take our land. I guess the issue got too hot for them after the explosion."
Melissa said nothing, but slipped her arms around Patricia and hugged her tightly.
"Thank you, Melissa. In any event, after that, I declared war on everybody who wanted to come anywhere near our land. For Valerie, for the birds, for nature, that's been my motto ever since then. It's one reason why no one got near it before now, even after the restrictions were removed. Others have tried before your boss, but they got the same rude awakening when they got too close to my abode."
Melissa pulled back. "You mean you booby trapped the road? Those flat tires on the bus weren't an accident, were they?"
"No, dear, they weren't," Patricia said proudly. "I saw you and Mr. Morahan out here in his SUV a few weeks ago, and the next time I went into town I stopped by an Internet café and did a little digging. It didn't take long to find out who that guy was and that he had bought the land, and even then I sensed you were an unwilling participant. Don't ask how I knew, I just knew. Or maybe I just hoped." On that note she took Melissa's hand and squeezed it tightly. "So I was able to call around to a few contacts in that group Valerie was with, and I learned when y'all would be back here. And I was ready."
"Not that I feel sorry for them or anything," Melissa said. "But just what do you have planned?"
"I'm going to let them stew there in their bus and get a taste of nature. Don't worry, it won't be all bad. They'll get to see a beautiful sunset and a true night in the country, and then the sunrise will seal the deal if any of them hasn't already sold his soul. If I believe they've learned their lesson, I'll see to it that they all get back to town safely."
"And if not?" Melissa asked.
"As I told you, it's a long walk home. They probably won't be smelling very good after a night in the bus either, and they might even take to beating up on one another if past experience is any guide."
"How do you know they won't call the cops on you?" Melissa demanded. "In fact, they probably already have!"
"No reception out here, dear," Patricia reassured her. "No need, after all, since people only come out here to get away from the crap your boss is trying to bring in here in the first place."
Melissa looked relieved. Then she stood up. "Oh, Patricia, I...the investors and Mr. Morahan, they deserve it, but --"
"The bus driver," Patricia said.
"Yes. Rusty's an honest guy, just doing his job, and he never had any intention of messing with your land."
Patricia stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants. "You're right, we've got to free him. Let's go do that, and then you're mine for a dip in the pond, girl."
"I'd better be," Melissa said with a grin, feeling genuinely free for the first time in her life and enjoying the wonderful tickle that seemed to radiate out from between her legs to her entire body.
On the bus, morale had turned from bad to worse as the men craned their necks to spy on the two women.
"What in the hell are they up to out there?"
"I can barely see 'em, you think I can hear 'em?"
"Doesn't anybody have a mobile? Call the damn cops!"
"No signal way out here! Besides, where do we tell them we are?! Do you even know the name of this place?"
"Morahan's Woods."
"Jesus Christ, are you tryin' to be funny at a time like this?"
Mr. Sheridan, nearly alone among the crowd in that he was sober and uninjured, was banging away at the bus door. But Patricia's wedge held, and he was getting nowhere. He finally gave up when one of the men who had been watching Patricia and Melissa called out that they were returning. "Thank heavens," he said, and sank back in the nearest empty seat.
Patricia expertly removed the branch, and opened the door. Mr. Sheridan scrambled to his feet, but Melissa was easily able to throw him off his balance with a slight push, and he went sprawling back where he had come from. "Gentlemen, I have an announcement," she said. "My new friend Patricia would like to treat you to a night on her land, so you can experience the beautiful countryside you are planning to destroy." Two or three of the other men had managed to get to their feet and were running toward her, but Patricia stepped up behind her and they all backed off, sensing they would have to choose between hitting a girl and getting beaten up by one in front of their buddies. "We just came back to help Rusty. The rest of you get comfortable and enjoy the natural show."
"What are we supposed to eat? Or drink?" demanded Mr. Bucks.
"You know as well as I those snacks and drinks survived the crash," Melissa told him.
"I gotta take a piss!" called out one of the others, quickly followed by a chorus of agreement.
"You're all men, you can just use bottles. There are bottles all over the bus." Melissa could scarcely believe her own brazenness as she said it, but Patricia laughed heartily in agreement as she was helping Rusty out of his seat. That, plus getting Rusty off the bus, was all that mattered to Melissa.
As soon as Patricia had Rusty safely outside, Melissa followed closely behind her and slammed the door shut again. Patricia quickly put the branch back in place, just in time to block Mr. Sheridan, who had dived for the lever as soon as the coast was clear. Ignoring the shouts of outrage from the bus, the two women turned their attention to Rusty. "Can you walk okay?" Melissa asked him.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can," Rusty said, stepping gingerly in circles as he assessed his leg. "Old Mr. Morahan cut off the circulation for quite a while, but I don't think there's any real damage."
"Okay, now listen," Patricia told him. "If you go back out to the main road where you came from but turn left instead of right this time, a couple of friends of mine are waiting in a van. They'll drive you home, as long as you can agree to keep your mouth shut about what happened here."
"No problem," Rusty said. "Disgusting the way all those guys talked to Melissa anyway. I'll never tell 'em anything."
"Good call," Patricia said. "Now go ahead, they're waiting for you."
Rusty did not need to be told twice. As soon as they had seen him off up the road, Melissa and Patricia turned to one another and embraced in full view of the bus. "Let's give 'em a bit of a tease, shall we?" Patricia asked.
"Love it," Melissa replied.
Aboard the bus, the sight was greeted with a string of obscenities amidst the outrage and disbelief. "Fuckin' dyke, I always knew she was!" "Wait'll I tell Melissa's father at the golf club," and worse. Of course Melissa and Patricia heard none of it, as they were enjoying one another's touch and aware of nothing else. Patricia's delightfully feminine form against her own felt right in a way Melissa had never experienced with a man, and now she knew she never would.
"Now then," Patricia said. "The pond?"
"Thought you'd never ask," Melissa quipped. And the two meandered hand in hand across the clearing.
Melissa was aware of one last howl from the bus, unmistakably Mr. Morahan: "Melissa, you let us off this bus or you're goin' to *jail*, little lady!" She ignored it, although she was now aware that the pond was only just in sight of the bus.
"You know the men will be able to see this," she warned Patricia.
"Exactly, girl. You'll be free and loved and enjoying nature, and they'll be trapped in that sweltering bus knowing there are two beautiful nude women just out of their reach. What could be finer?"
They were both still laughing when they reached their earlier perch just above the waterline. With no fanfare, Patricia matter-of-factly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing larger breasts than Melissa had expected them to be with her baggy clothing. She had already gathered that Patricia wasn't wearing a bra. "Haven't worn one in years," Patricia said, once again anticipating Melissa's thoughts. "I ain't no horse, I don't need to be in a harness all the time." Admiring both Patricia's breasts and her brazenness, Melissa set about unbuttoning her blouse. Despite the wear and tear from the accident and the time outdoors since then, she didn't feel right about tearing the delicate garment off; and besides that she was still feeling a bit shy. Acutely aware that she was being spied on from the bus, but giddy with the knowledge that none of the men would ever get close enough for a good look, Melissa finally pulled the blouse away. Standing before Patricia in her bra, she burst into a nervous laugh.
"Shy, are you?" asked Patricia, who was down to her panties by then.
"I shouldn't be, I know," Melissa said, and she reached back to undo her bra. The heat and humidity were very much making themselves known to Melissa's heavy work clothes, hairspray and makeup, and she was feeling like a sweaty ball of flammability just then. The gentle breeze on her bare upper body was wonderfully refreshing, and it also made her eager for more. So she found her modesty was nearly gone, as was her bra.
"You look beautiful in that," Patricia allowed. "I never wear one anymore myself, but I do like the look on other women."
"Thanks," Melissa said, relaxing a bit as she pulled away the garment and let her breasts fall free. Smaller than Patricia's but with bigger nipples, they stood out a bit more as well. Melissa drank in the hungry look Patricia was now giving them, and unzipped her skirt. It fell gracefully around her hips and legs, which were still clad in what was left of her stockings. "Gee, I'd forgotten I was even still wearing these." The feet were mostly gone, but the tight fabric still clung itchily to her sweaty legs.
"Good thing you'll never need them again, huh?" Patricia teased as she watched Melissa push the shredded stockings off. "Shall we finish off together, girl?" They were both down to their panties.
"I can take it if you can," Melissa said, and a moment later they were both stark naked in the late afternoon sun.
Melissa was sure she heard more hoots than ever from the bus, but she didn't give them the satisfaction of turning around. Instead she enjoyed the lovely sight of Patricia's naked body, quickly realizing with a start that it was the first time she had ever been able to admire a woman's body in person without feeling guilty or conflicted. Patricia was even more beautiful out of her clothes as she had been in them, with her pleasantly lazy breasts and fiery yellow bush, wild and untouched by the whims of any razor, and those long, long legs most of all...but Melissa was even more delighted with the overwhelming sense of liberation she now felt. It scarcely occurred to her that Patricia was admiring her own younger and firmer body as well; her usual concerns about her nipples being too big or her hips too wide or her bush too ungroomed were nowhere to be found in that moment, as she drank in the older woman's admiration.
"How are you feeling, girl?" Patricia asked, reaching out for another embrace.
"Free," Melissa said. "For the first time in my life, free!" With that, she returned Patricia's hug, and kissed her deeply on the lips. She longed to caress every inch of Patricia's body, but there was all night for that and she was still feeling sweaty and dirty from the bus ride. "Let's get in the water!" she whispered.
The water was cool, refreshing even if teeming with algae and mud that their feet kicked up, and Melissa's bare skin was alive with the naughty joy of being nude outside. Though not something she had ever considered in the past, Melissa now found she enjoyed it immensely. The needling awareness that the men on the bus could see everything faded slowly but surely as she watched Patricia splash around and beckon her to join. For the moment, that was all that mattered.
"What in the hell is that girl up to?" wheezed Mr. Morahan, who had not budged from his ass-deep puddle in the front of the bus.
"Well," Mr. Sheridan said ponderously, as he and a few others craned their necks to get a look out the corner of the windshield, "Looks like they're going for a swim. In the pond."
Anger having given way to despair and then resignation among most of the investors, Mr. Sheridan's news piqued the interest of the few who had any energy in the sweltering vehicle. Several of them clambered out of their makeshift perches and hustled up the aisle to have a gander at Melissa and Patricia. Mr. Sheridan himself stepped aside, having already watched the women undress and now feeling a bit guilty about it. "Look guys, none of my business, but maybe we should give them some privacy," he said as he made his way back to what was left of his seat.
"What kinda bleedin' heart are you?" demanded one of the others. "Those bitches get naked in broad daylight, I'm gonna get a look! Besides, they're the reason we're stuck here!"
Mr. Sheridan could not deny that. But the ladies' stern words with them were still ringing in his ears, and he had taken to thinking about just what they had intended in locking everyone in the bus. That matter had been running through his mind constantly as he had watched the couple undress together and wade into the pond, amidst the beautiful backdrop of mostly-unspoiled land laid out before him. It did seem a shame to throw money into destroying the lovely scene when there were already plenty of nice houses to go around, and so few people who could afford a new one nowadays anyhow...
Patricia had finished splashing around, and now she stood waist-deep in the water with her arms open. "Come here, Melissa."
Melissa, having dunked herself to wash off the lingering sense of mugginess that had prevailed before she undressed, waded eagerly to Patricia. They enjoyed a long, comfortable embrace in the hazy sunshine. Melissa thrilled to the sensation of their arms around one another, their breasts pressing together, the unbroken sensation of skin-on-skin everywhere...but what she wanted most was to admire Patricia's body some more. As Patricia slowly pulled back after a few quiet minutes, Melissa broke into a shy grin as she looked down at the beautiful view.
Patricia broke the silence with a laugh. "Enjoying the geography, are you?"
Melissa snapped back to attention. "Sorry!" she exclaimed, feeling her face redden.
"Girl, it's perfectly fine," Patricia reassured her. "Like I told you, I used to be you. I remember all too well what it was like to be dying for a look and never getting a chance because what if anyone else knew?" She made her way to the edge of the pond, which was bounded on one side with a makeshift stone wall, and slid one of the stones aside. "I keep some soap in here," she explained, withdrawing a large blue bar. "I have running water in there, but weather permitting I usually bathe here. Feels so much closer to nature. And after all, so many people here think we're unnatural, I figure this'll show 'em."
"It all feels pretty natural to me right now," Melissa said with an almost dreamy lilt as she watched Patricia work up a lather.
"Oh Jesus H. Christ, those two are washing each other like a mother and a baby!" Mr. Bucks snapped from his perch in the tipped driver's seat. "Disgusting."
"And yet you're staring at them," needled Mr. Sheridan, who was respectfully directing his eyes the other way, towards the lush green woods to their right.
"Well, it may be unnatural, but Melissa's still a beautiful young lady," Mr. Bucks replied.
"Amen to that," said the two younger investors who were waiting their turn in the driver's seat.
From the back of the bus came the sound of a cooler opening. "Hey, most of the bottles ain't broken!" called out Mr. Jameson.
"You fools drinking at a time like this?!" demanded Mr. Morahan.
"What the hell else are we gonna do until that bitch comes back, Donny?"
"Good point," Mr. Morahan sighed. Giving in to the sweltering heat, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. "One of you fools bring me some, would you? And bring an empty bottle, too."
"An empty bottle?" Mr. Jameson asked.
"You see a bathroom anywhere?" Mr. Morahan snapped.
Mr. Jameson held his tongue and dug out an empty plastic soda bottle from the nearest pile of trash. Several of the others had already holed up in corners here and there to try to sleep out the sentence, and a growing stench in the air suggested not all of them had bothered with empty bottles.
Patricia had scrubbed every inch of Melissa's body with her firm but gentle hands, and despite the muddy water, Melissa was feeling as clean as she had ever been. "Such a relief," she said as she returned the favor on Patricia.
"I remember hairspray and stockings," Patricia said, enjoying Melissa's inexperienced but eager touch. "And makeup. But just barely."
"Heavens, it must be great to never have to think of any of that stuff again," Melissa said.
"Well, dear, you don't have to think of it again either, no matter where you go," Patricia told her. "Don't forget that once you leave."
"Once I leave?" Melissa hadn't given that any thought in some time.
"This life isn't for most of us, Melissa. Trust me on that. You're a city girl, I can tell. But that doesn't mean you ever have to dress up for any man again like you did for that asshole on the bus."
Melissa burst into nervous laughter. "I may hold you to that."
"Just so you hold me!" teased Patricia.
Once Melissa had finished scrubbing and rinsing Patricia, they frolicked all over the pond for a while with no thought of the time. Melissa was only aware of the time passing at all when the sun went behind a cloud and they looked up to see a darkening sky. "I think we'd better go inside," Patricia said. "Looks like it's gonna rain, and besides, I'm bursting to have some fun with you."
"I was afraid you'd never ask!" Melissa said, eagerly wading to the shore. She was careful to keep her back to the bus -- those jerks may have already seen all of her, but they didn't need to see it again. Standing on the wet grass with a look over her shoulder to watch Patricia following, she asked, "Say, what about the bus? Should we check on them again?"
"Nah, the rain'll do them some good," Patricia said. "And trust me, by now, you're not going to want to smell the air in there."
"Ewwwwww," Melissa said. Then, recalling the prevailing attitude on the drive out, she concluded it was nothing the guys didn't deserve. With that thought still in mind, she put on her businesswoman's smile and turned around to wave at the bus. Maybe a nice long look-but-can't-touch was fully appropriate after all.
"That goddam bitch sure has a nice body on her," Mr. Jameson said from his hard-won perch in the driver's seat. "If I could get my hands on her right now, can't say for sure I wouldn't forgive her for all this."
"I can!" grumbled two or three voices from the back, and Mr. Jameson was forced to reconsider. He had grown nearly immune to the sweltering heat and humidity -- taking off his coat and tie and unbuttoning his shirt most of the way had helped -- but the stench was unavoidable now. Concentrating on Melissa's beautiful body had been a welcome reprieve, but with her now disappearing indoors with her new friend, it was gone as quickly as it had come. At least it would be a fine memory, if only he were going to have any privacy in the near future...
Two seats behind him, Mr. Sheridan had been rehearsing his mea culpa for when the women next returned to the bus. Just as well that it wouldn't be for a while yet, he mused through his misery, as the more pathetic he looked and felt, the better his chances of convincing them of his sincerity. And as the clouds took over the sky and cast a mellow pall over the woods, his sincerity was real. Why destroy this for a few more houses anyway? As the chance of rain grew to a near-certainty, Mr. Sheridan got an idea. He slid down and across to the vacant seat just before Mr. Morahan's unwilling spot. Gathering up his strength, he stood up, balancing on the edge of the fetid waterline, and began bashing at the window with his keychain.
"Goin' to escape, Sheridan?"Mr. Bucks called out skeptically. "You really think they'll allow that?"
"No, I ain't gonna escape," Mr. Sheridan replied. "I don't want to walk back to town in the rain, for one thing. But we could sure use some fresh air."
"Yeah, good luck with that!" called out one of the older men, now huddled up for the night somewhere in back.
The rain started not long after he began chipping away at the window, and it came hard and fast. And refreshing, no doubt, if only he could create even the smallest breathing hole...the tease of the fresh, clean rain strengthened his resolve, and he pounded relentlessly. Eventually he was rewarded with a tiny crack, followed soon by a bigger one, and a smaller crosswise one. At long last, after ten minutes or more of pounding -- and heckling from the other men -- Mr. Sheridan managed to dislodge a piece of glass a bit larger than a quarter. Pushing it out triumphantly, he leaned in close to the hole and gratefully drank in a hearty sniff of fresh, wet, clean air.
He was aware of the response from the few others who were up and about at all -- "Hey, he did it!" "Let me at that hole!" -- within seconds, and possessively he turned and blocked the hole with his back. There stood Mr. Jameson and two other investors whom he didn't know by name, looking poised to jump him.
"Oh no you don't," he told them all with fresh resolve from the fresh air. "Y'all said I could never do it, and you didn't help me one bit, and oh, look, I did it! I did it, I get the fresh air. You want some, you take care of your own problems."
"What if we tell the ladies tomorrow that you broke the window?" Mr. Jameson demanded. "Think they'll be happy about that?"
"I think you're gonna tell them I did it no matter what I let you do now," Mr. Sheridan replied. "So I might as well enjoy it while I can. Speakin' of enjoy, why don't you guys enjoy the view? It's beautiful once you stop and look at it. Funny how none of us gave that any thought before, huh?"
"Oh, so you're over to their side now, are ya?" asked one of the other guys. "Fat lot that's gonna do you, isn't it?"
"Maybe I am," Mr. Sheridan said defiantly. "But I mean, as long as we are stuck here, haven't you even bothered lookin' out the window?"
The other man looked ready to give Mr. Sheridan an earful, but Mr. Morahan piped up before he could. "Would y'all shut up already? If I'm stuck in this goddam bus I'm at least gonna get some sleep, y'all got that?"
"You're not exactly up to stoppin' us, Donny, are you?" Mr. Jameson shot back. "You gonna get up and make me shut up?"
"I don't need to get up to do that," Mr. Morahan grumbled, and with that he flung a bottle at Mr. Jameson.
Mr. Sheridan did not need to ask what was in the bottle; the smell and Mr. Jameson's disgusted reaction explained everything. "You fuckin' pig!" he screamed at Mr. Morahan. "I'm gonna kill you before Melissa gets her chance at it!"
Mr. Sheridan got to sit back and enjoy the show while the two other investors held him off. "Ain't gonna change nothin' makin' everything worse, Jameson," one of them said. "We're stuck here, no sense in beatin' the hell out of each other." With tacit agreement, Mr. Sheridan turned back to his beloved air hole and his newfound appreciation for the land. A warm glow from the cabin beyond the meadow gave him comfort, and he did his best to imagine himself safe at home with his wife. Soon enough that would be reality, he told himself, along with a new and improved attitude about such things!
Patricia had the electric lights on just long enough to let Melissa get oriented with the little house. "Bedroom's that way," she said, pointing to the rear of the house while she locked the door, just as the rain began to pour. "Oh, gosh, Melissa! Sorry, all your clothes are still out there!"
Melissa, still nude like Patricia, grinned at her. "Let 'em rot out there, Patricia. I'm never getting dolled up like that again anyway, at least not for a bunch of jerks like those guys."
"I like the way you think," Melissa allowed. "I just hope I have some clothes to lend you that will fit."
"Do we need to worry about clothes at all right now?" Melissa cooed from the bedroom, where she had flopped back onto Patricia's bed with its colorful handmade bedspread and was now admiring the rustic furniture and decorations.
"Indeed we don't," Patricia agreed. She made to shut off the porch light, but decided to let it entice the guys on the bus for a while yet. Sauntering into the bedroom without shutting the door, she lit three candles on her dresser and the room was awash in dim natural light.
"So beautiful," Melissa murmured, admiring both the candlelight and Patricia's body. "But should we close the curtains?" The window looked out onto the river, so anyone sailing by would be able to see inside.
"Anyone on the river right now isn't going to be paying attention to what's in here," Patricia reassured her. "Unless they've got a death wish, they'll be all about getting to shore. Besides, you seemed to enjoy being nude outside just now!"
"I did." Melissa was still rather surprised at all that. With no further worry for their privacy, she sat up on the bed and held her hands out for Patricia, who climbed on and settled herself facing her. "God, Patricia, I want so much to make love, but..."
"You don't know what to do with a woman," Patricia finished. "It's okay, that's what I'm here for. Good news, though," she added as she reached around Melissa to embrace her.
"What's that?" Melissa asked.
"You know what a woman likes! You are one, after all."
Melissa burst into nervous laughter, which segued gracefully into a contented sigh as Patricia wrapped her arms around her and lay her gently on her back. Drawing her hands around Melissa's torso and onto her breasts, she kissed the younger woman gently at first on her neck and cheeks. Melissa felt the last vestiges of her moral opposition give way at long last as the touch of Patricia's lips filled her with a contentment no man had ever inspired. Almost instinctively, she reached up and returned the favor on Patricia's hanging breasts. After all the many times she had failed to tamp down the fantasy of rubbing another woman's supple flesh just so, the reality was all she had hoped for and more.
The one and only thing that could happen to make it better did happen: Patricia moaned her approval. "See, dear, you're a natural at this. You have the perfect touch!" With that, she kissed Melissa on her lips and their tongues reached out to jostle one another lovingly. Melissa returned the favor and exhaled loudly with the wonderful sensation Patricia was creating for her. She longed to reach her hands further down and explore Patricia's vagina, but that seemed a bridge too far just then and she was contented with the breast play -- for the moment -- in any case. Her hands just felt too good on Patricia's breasts to tear them away just yet anyhow.
Patricia was not to be deterred, though. After a few wonderful minutes, Melissa was aware of Patricia's fingers sliding down off the ride of her breasts and across her belly. Melissa knew what was coming, but she could only guess what it might feel like. And then she knew. It was as beautiful as it was forbidden, two fingers pushing gently in and bringing about that same wave of pleasure she had so often known with the showerhead back home, only ever so much gentler and more intimate. She had no frame of reference for men this time, as none of the guys she had been with had ever bothered to caress her there. Their loss, she now saw, as in no time she was grinding her head back against the pillow and grunting with the intense pleasure Patricia's touch wrought.
"Onghhhhhhh!"
"Want another finger, dear? I like three, myself."
Melissa managed to nod, and was rewarded with a third finger. Her hands had abandoned Patricia's breasts as she was now focused only on her own lovely sensations, those she had denied herself for far too long, and she could concentrate on nothing else as Patricia stroked her into orgasm. "Ohmigod! Patricia!" Her breathing slowed as the sensations receded. "Thank you."
Patricia kissed Melissa's vulva, sending the naughtiest shockwave yet through her body, and sat astride her on the bed. "Want to finger me now, girl? You don't have to, you know."
"Yes!" Melissa was still not entirely sure she knew just what to do, but she knew she had to try to return the favor.
Patricia lay back alongside Melissa, who eagerly sat up and knelt between Patricia's spread legs. "I'm yours," Patricia whispered.
Awestruck Melissa set her right hand gently in Patricia's thick pubic hair, and felt a shiver up her arm and throughout her body at the touch she had longed for in private for so long. She curled her fingers and felt along the cleft of her labia, drawing a shake and a giggle from Patricia. "That tickles!"
"Sorry!" Melissa drew her hand back.
"Girl, it's okay!" Patricia said. "I liked it. Your shyness is endearing, too. You take all the time you need to explore. Have you ever looked at your own? With a mirror?"
"Never," Melissa confessed. "Sometimes wanted to, but..."
"I know," Patricia said. "Remember I grew up near here too. Now take your time, but please don't stop!"
Melissa followed the order and once again teased Patricia's sensitive vulva with her fingers, drawing beautifully intense laughs and gasps from the older woman. "Yesssss, that's the stuff, Melissa!" she cooed between gasps for breath. Meanwhile, Melissa ran her thumb through her pubes, pressing down rather harder than she was doing with her fingers. When Patricia's response grew so intense she didn't think the tickling was welcome anymore, Melissa slid first one, then two fingers inside and thrilled to the warm wetness she felt within.
"All four, please!" Patricia grunted. "I want all four fingers!"
Melissa wasn't sure about fitting them all in, but one at a time she tried. It was a tight fit, but Patricia seemed to love it. And so did Melissa, her curiosity about it all finally satisfied -- so this was how another woman felt! She had only rarely tried fingering herself and the angle had been awkward at best -- nothing like the wonderful sensations she was clearly giving Patricia now. Her grunting was quickly growing into outright yells, and Melissa wished those jerks on the bus could hear as much.
It seemed a good thing to say out loud, and so she did. "God, if Mr. Morahan and those losers could hear this!" she said.
"Make the poor bastards eat their hearts out!" Patricia agreed between moans. "And make me come! Now!"
Melissa sped up her gentle thrusting with her hand. "Like this?"
"YES! Exactly like that!"
By the time the storm passed, the sun was down. Mr. Sheridan was grateful for as much; at least the humidity wouldn't be back. He gave some thought to climbing back up to his old seat to sleep, but one step up toward the median reminded him that the stench was worse than ever. Nothing for him but to stay by his hard-won air hole, then, and try to straddle the puddle as much as he could. Most of the others appeared to have admitted defeat and were trying to sleep off the sentence, but from the sound of it few were succeeding. Shuffling and tossing abounded, and then came a noise that surprised Mr. Sheridan only because it had been so long in coming: someone towards the back of the bus throwing up.
No contest, he would stay by the air hole. The barely-perceptible outline of the trees was lovely anyway. Trying to focus on his planned appeal in the morning -- "I believe now, I see the beautiful forest and I've felt what it can do to you, and I'll never have a hand in destroying it again!" -- he managed to feel drowsy against all odds. At last, he slept.
Melissa had worked Patricia up to two orgasms, but now her hand was getting quite sore. "Sorry, I need a break," she said.
"You've certainly earned it," Patricia agreed. "Besides, I wasn't quite done with you."
"But I came," Melissa said apologetically, though now that this day had finally arrived she did not care for it to ever end.
"Only once," Patricia reminded her, as Melissa lay back in her place. Patricia pulled Melissa's legs apart. "Now you just relax and enjoy your dessert."
"Dessert?"
"Well, okay, I'm the only one who'll be eating. But I think you'll like it."
"What -- " Melissa had no time to get another word out before she felt Patricia's tongue wet and welcoming against her clit. "Ohhhhhhh!" Yet another wonderful experience none of her boyfriends had ever been willing to provide, but Melissa did not suppose their stubbly faces would feel as wonderful as Patricia's smooth cheeks against her inner thighs. She was barely aware of that, though, as Patricia went to town with her tongue and effortlessly worked Melissa back up to another peak.
Just as Melissa was about to come again, Patricia stopped and came up for air. "Hey!" Melissa whined, snapping back to reality.
"Don't worry, I'm not done," Patricia reassured her, and to prove it she began teasing Melissa's clit with her thumb. "I was just thinking before, what you said about the guys on the bus. What would you like to tell them right now?"
"Fuck 'em all," Melissa groaned.
"Mr. Morahan and his love for nothing but money?"
"Fuck em!"
"And the way he makes you dress for the guys?"
"Fuck 'em!"
"And the folks you grew up with who kept you in the closet? Dyke? Queer? Bitch? What do you want to say to them?!"
"I want to say..." before she could deliver the latest epithet, Patricia dove back between Melissa's thighs and reached her tongue as far inside as she could, while still stroking Melissa with her thumb. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She gave up trying to articulate her scream, and was lost entirely in the pleasure. Once the wave had passed, Patricia crawled back up alongside her and put her arms around Melissa, who felt tears of joy welling in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Thank *you*," Patricia replied, and soon they fell into joyously peaceful sleep in their embrace.
The dream would be of the outdoors, wouldn't it? But Mr. Sheridan was scarcely aware of his imaginary day out in the rough when a real roughness brushed against his head. In an instant he was awake and sliding hopelessly down into the filthy water, and jerking around to see Mr. Bucks coming at him with a broken bottle.
"You let me have your space by that hole and nobody gets hurt," he whispered.
"Screw you, buddy," Mr. Sheridan said, loud enough to disturb the extremely delicate sleep of at least half a dozen of the other investors, who awoke with shouts of anger at him. *So fucking be it,* he thought to himself.
"Sheridan, what the hell?!" "Hey, what's Bucks got there?" "Oh, Christ, we don't need to be killin' each other too, Bucks!"
"My thoughts exactly," Mr. Sheridan grumbled as Mr. Bucks took his eyes away for a moment to answer his critics. Mr. Sheridan took advantage of the distraction and kicked Mr. Bucks in the balls; the older man dropped the weapon and it shattered harmlessly on the floor. Mr. Bucks was not so harmless; he roared back with a punch in Mr. Sheridan's right eye, but Mr. Sheridan grabbed at his fist just afterward with both hands and twisted it as hard as he could.
Before either man could do any further harm, two of Mr. Bucks' cohorts came and pulled him back. "Won't do any good to fight him," one of them said. "Besides, what if you get hurt? We can't even call an ambulance in here."
"Gonna get you soon enough, Sheridan," Mr. Bucks growled. "Just wait until we get out of here."
"If you do get out of here," Mr. Sheridan shot back. He rather suspected Mr. Bucks had just given him his ticket to freedom. With that comforting thought now doing battle with his newly dampened pants, Mr. Sheridan did his best to get back to sleep.
He never quite succeeded, and he was awake at dawn when Melissa and Patricia emerged from the house for their morning bath. He watched just long enough to determine that both women were naked, and respectfully turned his gaze back to the bus' ceiling, giving no indication of what he had seen.
Word got out around the bus soon enough without his help, but by then most of the men were too far gone to be titillated. A croaky "those two bitches better get here soon" was the most verbose response Mr. Sheridan heard.
Patricia had gone down on Melissa again as soon as they were both awake that morning, and so Melissa was positively giddy with energy as they splashed around in the pond. The beautiful sunrise over the trees behind the bus only added to her contentment. "Heavens, Patricia, this is so beautiful!" she said as they soaped one another up. "I could never get tired of living out here!"
"Oh, but you would," Patricia reassured her. "The woods are not for everyone. Besides, girl, you've got your whole life to live now. You're free at last."
Melissa felt a touch of melancholy for the first time since she'd woken up in Patricia's arms. "What makes you think I want to be free?"
"Melissa, listen to me," Patricia said, pausing with the washing to put her hands on Melissa's shoulders. "You're a lovely young woman, but you just don't belong here like I do, and like Valerie did. And I'll tell you very frankly, you can never take the place of my Valerie. No one ever can, girl. I'm sorry." Melissa was visibly close to bittersweet tears, so Patricia gave her a soapy hug. "You owe it to yourself to live your own life, girl, not mine. Okay?"
Melissa nodded. "Okay."
"And there are so many lovely ladies out there for you, too, wherever you decide to go! But you've got to go find your own special place."
"That makes sense," Melissa admitted. "And the special place is far from here, isn't it?"
"You got that right," Patricia said. Then, pointing toward the bus, she added, "We do have some unfinished business, don't we? But first I'm going to make you some breakfast and give you a change of clothes."
They both looked toward the bank, where Melissa's business suit and underwear lay wrought with rainwater. "How appropriate," Melissa said.
"Now you've got it right!" Patricia reassured her.
"Christ, they're even dressing alike now!" Mr. Jameson grumbled half an hour later, after Patricia and Melissa had enjoyed a quiet breakfast and Patricia had found a change of clothes in her size. They were indeed both attired in green t-shirts and blue jeans, but it was perfectly coincidental. "I'm sure you've guessed by now I've had my share of other women in and out of here," Patricia had explained. "So I have clothes of every size, but not very many of them."
"I...see," Melissa had said, as only at that moment did it hit her that she was not Patricia's first guest with benefits since she had lost Valerie.
Patricia had already settled on her favorite green shirt for the big confrontation, and a similar one proved to be all she had in Melissa's size. "And I'm afraid you're going to have to go without a bra," she had said.
"All too fitting for this, don't you think?" Melissa had replied. And as she strode braless across the meadow, hand in hand with Patricia, she still felt every inch that way. Self-consciousness was a bad memory now, nothing more.
Melissa had expected a rush for the door as soon as Patricia lifted the bar off the bus door. Instead, most of the men were too sick and weak to bother with such things, as Melissa could tell by the stink alone as they stepped into the bus.
"Oooh! This place smells horrible!" she proclaimed, secretly pleased that it did although it made her feel almost nauseated.
"No shit, little lady," rasped Mr. Morahan, who still had not moved from his spot. "Now, you're fired, but I'm sure you had that figured out. You want to get arrested too, or are you gonna let us out?"
"We're gonna let y'all out, all right," Patricia said. "But what happens after that remains to be seen. Anyone got anything to say for himself?"
"I do," said Mr. Sheridan, who had managed to get to his feet.
"Yes, Mister..."
"Sheridan," Melissa told her.
"Sheridan," Patricia repeated. "What happened to your eye, first of all?"
"He kicks like a girl, that's what!" called out Mr. Bucks from his own lair near the rear wheelwells.
"Yeah, I kicked him when he came after me for my air hole," Mr. Sheridan admitted, pointing up at his beloved hole. "So he hit me. But I kept my hole, dammit."
"Your hole," Patricia said, noting the window. "Why'd you do that, Mr. Sheridan?"
"For the fresh air," he told her. "Wouldn't you?"
"Probably," Patricia admitted. "So what were you going to tell me?"
"That I loved the rainstorm last night."
"I'll bet you did," Melissa said with a wicked grin, but Patricia gave her a firm look, silencing her.
"Of course I did," Mr. Sheridan continued. "Quite a force of nature it was, and watching it so close up was breathtaking. I can't remember the last time I took the time to notice a thing like that. The way it wet the trees, and how they swayed in the wind. Beautiful. Made me think of when I was a boy, watching a thunderstorm from safe and sound in my room with the window shut but the curtains open. I remember now how I loved that."
"Would you deprive anyone else of that beauty, Mr. Sheridan?" Patricia asked.
"Never again." Mr. Sheridan said nothing more; he guessed -- correctly -- that he had done all he could.
"Well said, Mr. Sheridan," Patricia said. "Anyone else want to share?"
"There's a lot I'd like to share with you bitches!" Mr. Morahan roared. "And just you wait until I do! I'm a-gonna --"
"Donny, shut up!" came a voice from back by Mr. Bucks. Mr. Sheridan looked to see it was one of the guys who had held Bucks back from him last night. "Ladies, I'm sorry Donny's been such a pig here. I can't say I like what you did to us, but I can see what you were tryin' to do, anyhow, and for him to keep mouthin' off at you now, it ain't right. I see that now. I'm sorry."
"You goddam..." Mr. Morahan began, but before he could continue, Mr. Sheridan produced a wad of paper napkins from his coat pocket and dove in at Mr. Morahan, who tried to fight him off but was too weak to do so. Mr. Sheridan stuffed the napkins in Mr. Morahan's mouth, and sat atop him with his hands clamped over his wriggling but weak arms. A weak but encouraging round of applause followed.
"Thank you, Mr. Sheridan," Patricia said, managing to keep a straight face. She gestured at the man who had apologized, and then at Mr. Sheridan. "Okay, the two of you, come with me." She turned and guided them both off the bus, Mr. Morahan resuming his barely coherent epithets as soon as Mr. Sheridan was off him; and Melissa stood guard over the others before anyone could make any move to escape.
Melissa stood proudly, ignoring her former boss' furious blather and pleasantly aware that all the other men were doing the same, and watched out of the corner of her eye as Patricia directed her two chosen ones up the dirt road towards her friends with the waiting ride, as she had done with Rusty yesterday. As soon as Patricia had seen them off and returned to the bus, Melissa asked her, "How do you know they weren't faking?"
"I don't," Patricia admitted. "But they spoke up and nobody else did, so at least there's a chance they weren't. With a bus full of losers like this, I'll take a slim chance over no chance."
"Good thinking," Melissa agreed, now aware that the entire bus -- even Mr. Morahan -- was silent and waiting for the women's next move. Melissa was wondering too.
"Now then," Patricia declared. "I am going to give Melissa here a ride back into town on my bike. I don't suspect she will be in town much longer, but while she is there I expect y'all to leave her be. Don't think I won't know if you don't; I do have friends in town. After all, how'd you think I knew who y'all were? Anyhow, the bus door is open and y'all are free to walk back. I believe you know the way.
"Walk?" chimed in Mr. Jameson. "All the way back there lookin' and smellin' like this?"
"Enjoy the fresh air," Melissa encouraged him. "And think about how you would have spoiled it with your new development out here if you could've."
"Well said," Patricia agreed, and she ducked down into the driver's seat to clear the way off the bus. "Y'all are free to go, I told you! Get out of this hellhole while you can, that's what I'd do if I were you!"
One by one, all the investors heeded her advice. Slowly at first, with just one of the younger guys making for the door warily, as if it might disappear; then when he fell into the clean air, others followed his lead. Melissa was pleased to note that none of them even gave her a stray look as they made their way past her and Patricia -- after all, who knew what Patricia might do to them if they acted out of line now?! Tired and sick but happy to be free, the men walked off without a single look back at the bus or at their captors.
Soon they were all filing off as quickly as they could, and staggering off towards the highway. All except Mr. Morahan, who still couldn't get unstuck from his wedge between the seats. Try as he might, he couldn't move an inch. "You bitches gonna help me out or what?" he demanded.
"Or what," Melissa said fearlessly, as Patricia followed the last of the other men off the bus and bade her follow. "You're free to go as soon as you can."
"That's right," Patricia added. "Come on, Melissa, the bike's in the barn."
"Are you really sayin' you're leavin' me here to stew in this filth by myself?!" Mr. Morahan shrieked at the women.
"Yes sir, we are," Patricia declared, shutting the bus door behind her. | literotica |
Title: Puppytraining part 2 : crawling stage by Loupy
Tags: Age Play, Bondage, Crossdressing, Cub, Diapers, Discipline, Doggystyle, Dragon, Exhibitionism, Feeder gag, Feeder-gag, M/M, Milk, Wolf
Puppytraining
A co-written story by Loupy M. Lupine and Draconil Talisfiire. Be free to contact us. A pic by Asthexiancel of the two characters : [http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a84/LoupyLupine/Yiffy%20pics/AnnivLoupy.jpg](http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a84/LoupyLupine/Yiffy%20pics/AnnivLoupy.jpg)
Part 2 : crawling stage
The wolf was sucking on his feeder-gag, drinking his new bottle of milk by pure reflex. After all, all his world was limited to the blurry things his blindfold was offering him, the milk he was getting from his feeder-gag, the diaper he was wetting, the bed he was tied to and the numerous fucking he was getting from his daddy the dragon Draconil day after day. He was having troubles even remembering anything outside of this ... He had a life before, he was having dreams of it... A family ... but everything was covered in clouds, now everything in his life was turning around his daddy. Unknown to him, the mobile that was turning over his head when sleeping was singing more than a lullaby, words about being a good baby girl have been added to the song. Draconil the silver dragon smiled as he caught the pup's thought. His training went well, one month after he puts his claws on it, the pup was completely diaper dependant, wetting himself all the day long, and he would mess himself too if the plug was not holding cum and mess in until he gets his morning enema. He was completely unaware of the time, responsibilities and have nearly completely forget his past life. He was starting to get devoted to his "daddy". Soon he would beg for getting him to fuck him and would live only to be the dragon's sextoy. For now, he was enjoying the fuckings, but he was still struggling against them and not finding them really normal ... A part of his past personality, but that why it was only the first part of the training. The fact the pup was left with a chastity device, and milked by a machine once per week, emptying his balls without letting him getting an orgasm was also a good way to make the pleasure of his daddy the only thing important for the wolf.
The second part started today. The dragon entered the bedroom, looking again at the tied pup. "Good morning hun. How is my little girl ?" Loupy yawned a bit under his gag and struggles against his bonds in a way to see hello to the incomer. "Always happy to see your daddy ?" he chuckled and leans on the pup's tummy to kiss his muzzle. "Let's get you changed ... and dressed. Today is time for my daughter to learn to crawl.". Loupy was confused, but the idea sounded good to his ears. And a diaper change was always something nice. He wriggles his toes as the mechanicals arms spread and rise his legs, smiling at the scaled paws opened his diaper and started to cleans him with wipes. He murred and suddenly gasped at the nipple of his pacifier as Draconil slowly moved the plug out of his bottom. "I want you perfect my girl. I have those cute dresses for you.". The wolf giggled and wriggled, the lubed enema device entering his ass for another time. The dragon kissed his muzzle again. "I have so many plans for you." The water filled his insides, always making him have stomach cramps. The pup whined and moaned. Draconil petted his tummy "New rules, new places, new people and new stuff today. A second step in your training.". The pup struggled in fear. He had flash of a life, another house and peoples. All coming to him and wriggling in his head, confused with the training he was enduring. "Relax baby, daddy is here. Those are just nightmares." The dragon stopped the enema, before pushing another button. The machine roared and lowly pumped all the liquids in the wolf's bottom to the potty to be flushed. Draconil loved technology. It was so helpful to train his slaves, and he could program the machines to do the job for him if he needed a week-end. No more than 2-3 days, or the slave would start to suffer of the harsh ways of the machine, but enough to let the dragon have a social life if he needed. He never used yet the fucking machine, but he had one in case he would need to leave his "daughter" alone.
The "beep" of the machine announced the end of the operation. Preferring to do it manually that automatically to not hurt his little girl's bottom, Draconil slide the device off and started to lube the tailhole's cheeks. "No cum yet, baby girl. Daddy keep it for later." tickling the wuffy's chin as he entered the plug in the wolf's bottom. Loupy sighed, both happy and unhappy of not getting a fucking. The dragon then slowly moved a long tube connected to a strange machine. That was the milking machine he was using to drain the cum of his pet. The chastity belt was slightly opened and the wolf shivered as the stuff was set on his teenager cock. It was always uncomfortable to be released of the belt after a week, but the plastic tube was not more enjoyable. He struggled a bit, but the dragon cooed him. A button, and the machine started to pumps on the cock. Loupy whined and cried, the stuff being painful. It was long and really uncomfortable, his balls massaged by the teasing paw of the master. And without orgasm, his white seed started to goes into the bottle at the end of the machine, forcing the pup to give his cum in pain and uncomfort. After some long minutes, it was done and the dragon get the diaper ready. The pup feels the powder being spread on his chastity device, then his pink diaper being stuck to his hips. The protective, comfortable and warm feeling of those diapers. But they was different than the usual diapers. Unaware of it, the wolf was being put in a pawpers active for girls, instead of his usual pawpers newborns for girls too. The pawpers newborn was designed to cover up to the armpits of a baby, thick and absorbent for those kept in beds like Loupy during hours. The pawpers active was really thick ones that was keeping the legs of the wearer far apart, and was preventing the baby to stand up at all. The active part of the name was a joke, since those babies was forced to crawl. Something the wolf would discover soon, but for now he was just feeling that his diaper was different. And then the straps keeping his paws slowly get looser, and same for his legs. The dragon was taking him of the bed and picking him up in his arms. "That something totally new !" thought Loupy in excitement. "Not really" thought the dragon. "I have picked you up and make sure you was healthy before, but you was drugged so you never knew it. You was cute sleeping as I was testing your muscles." finishing his inside conversation with himself with an inner chuckle, the dragon prepared the dress, plastic pants, bows and bondage outfit for his puppy girl.
Draconil smiled as he is looked at the dog harness for Loupy. Since now, the wolf would be treated as a dog as much as a baby, making him learn to the embarrassment of his status as slave and obeying to every order of his daddy. The dragon was hard just thinking to it. "First my pet, we must understand a few basic new rules. You are not to speak to others outside unless daddy says it is okay." Draconil slowly put the pup in a cute pink onesie that was not hiding the diapers at the legs, the onesie printed with I'm a little bitch. "Second, there is nothing I have shared or done with you, from spanking or fucking that I would not do when out. This is not quite like your world." Loupy shook his head confusedly, not understanding entirely of the meaning of 'his world.' "You will learn firsthand of how different where I come from may be..." The dragon then started to work the special harness on his pup. It was having straps for the tummy and a muzzle, but also leathers straps going to the knees and pairs of mittens to allow the wolf to walk outside like the dog he is now. "Finally, most importantly of all, you are not to go wandering if your leash is not in my grip. It is not allowed rather, from a more...legal reason." Then he leaned down and fixed the bows along Loupy's tail, and then giving a light tap along the bottom, crinkling the padding softly He fastened a pacifier into the pup's mouth, clipping it onto the muzzle of the harness, and then headed over to the closet. The pup's head looked up to see the dragon filling the bag with just about everything, right down to some lubricant. The pup's mind had a flash of an image, his face immediately lighting up, shaking his head as he chased it out of his mind. Surely the dragon was just saying that to make a point... "Test me and see how much of a point I make..." The dragon's voice had a deeper serious tone behind it, the pup quickly trying to lose focus, remembering his mind was so easily read. "First let see how you do." The dragon petted the wolf. " Fetch !" he said throwing a ball. Loupy looked at his master. He defiantly stay still, until the scaly dragged him by his leash. The sour breath of Draconil yelled "Obey, girl !" before leaving on the puppy's bottom an harsh spanking. Loupy whined and then run on four to get the ball. It was uneasy as the straps was limiting his movements. He tried to get up, only to fall with ridicule. A spanking makes him goes back on his paws and tried again. The dominant was giggling as the difficulties the pup was having, his dress and diapers flying around until he gets the good way to crawl. Loupy was sobbing as he gets the ball in his mouth and brought it back. "Roll over." Said Draconil with his cold voice. The young pet obeyed, his mind lost in thoughts about right and wrong. His pride was against it, the sexual pleasure of it, his lost mind telling him he was free and all this stuff the Dragon makes him listened to that makes him think it was normal. "I think we are all ready..." The dragon smiled as he took the leash of the harness into his paw, pointing towards the door out of the room. For so long, the pup knew only these halls in his life. Who he once was over the days faded faster and faster. It made the pup uneasy, and worried about those before him more. The dragon always spoke of others...
The dragon took a step ahead of Loupy, turning the knob to the door. He pulled it open, a warm breeze filling the room, sunshine for the first time could be seen, the wuff almost forgot what it was like to see natural daylight. His nose sniffed a scent of flowers from just outside as the door opened further. The pup poked his head out curiously, shying away from exposing his body outside quite yet as he looked around. It looked... real, natural. He could remember it being summertime from when he was taken, it must still be late summer from how the temperature felt. He wondered exactly where he was, as the dragon's leg nudged him out. He became more and more nervous as he crawled outside. The dragon blocked the doorway firmly as he looked back nervously. He didn't see anyone outside...
"Draco!" Another deep voice was heard yelling from close. Loupy immediately turned towards the dragon, trying to wiggle away, but felt a sharp tugging as the dragon responded with the leash. "That is not how we act out... turn to your right, and sit like a dog, now...." A soft growl was behind the dragon's voice as the pup looked nervously, his eyes closed as he did so. He slowly opened them, to see another dragon, clothed and waving in his direction. "Hello, Rax'us. I see you're the first one to meet my pet." Loupy blushed deeper, burying his face between his paws, diapers and dress exposed in view. The Dragon's paw came down sharply on the pup's bottom, making him yelp out "None of that in public, girl. Be proud to be my cute diapered girl..." Loupy nodded, slowly raising his head to look at the neighbor. The wave of his master's hand called over Rax'us. He casually walked over, tail wiggling happily as he looked down at the wolf, smiling deeply as he kissed him on the forehead. "So, what stage is he at? He is a cutie..." Rax'us paws wandered towards Loupy's diaper as he shook nervously, not wanting to protest in front of his master. "Crawling stage. He is very cute... and quite the heavy wetter at that, I don't think I've ever gone through so many diapers so quickly!" His master laughed, which made the wolf look up at him, having never heard this before. He soon felt Rax'Us paws slip inside his diapers, making him wet himself a bit in embarrassment as his caged cock and plugged bottom was felt up. "Hmmm.. plugged and caged, too. And a little wet I see as well.." Loupy's Master cut Rax'Us off. "If you want to see more, friend... drop by some time. We have a busy day at the park." Rax'Us giggled a bit and smiled, sliding his hands out of the pet's diaper, gently patting his padded butt and kissing him. "His first trip to the park? Oh my.... have fun you two!" The Master smiled and pulled on Loupy's leash, easing him out towards the sidewalk and down the street. "You will see him again soon... I'm generous with my pets." The wolf's master laughed his more devious laughter, a sound that always made.
Loupy shiver, wanting to wet. He wondered what Rax'Us meant by the park. They strolled down a quiet, car free street. He had all this knowledge, but couldn't remember why he was so little...He tried not to think too hard about it, he felt weird when he did so. The wolf and the dragon entered the park. The first part was the dog park, Loupy noticed the irony of the place, but smiled as no one was here. Draconil tugged on the leash "Heel !". Ashamed the canine sit at the scaly's feet. The master pet the head of his pet and then thrown the ball. "Fetch !. Loupy looked at his master and ran to the ball, jumping over bushes and bringing it back. He give it back ashamed. "Good bitch." Said Draconil as he was smiling, his plans was working well. The pup was starting to be broke more and more, to accept his place as his new daddy's toy. He kept throwing the ball a few more times, making sure his daughter understand her place. "Time to visit a bit more of the park." Leashing back the pup, he started to walk him. Loupy looked down as he was crawling next to his new daddy.
They walked uphill a bit, towards what sounded like a slightly noisy section. As they drew closer, a rather crowded place came into view over the hilltop, making Loupy very nervous. He didn't want to be seen dressed like this, but his master showed no intent of slowing as they approached it. His tail wagged anxiously, trickling a bit more pee into his diaper as Loupy was finally able to see others. He shook his head in disbelief what he saw. Others just like him, from another wolf, fox, even a lion was there playing in the sand near a slide in just diapers. He saw what looked like their caretakers sitting and talking as the dragon pulled on his leash, guiding him towards the sand. "Here we are, my pet. Now play like a good girl, and don't wander off." The Dragon removed Loupy from the leash, patting his bottom as the pup curled up, embarrassed to be dressed like he was with so many around. "Hey, Why yous bwushin like dat?" Loupy raised his head to see a Lion dressed in a onesie smiling, licking the canine's face as he looked up. "Eeeep!" Loupy shouted, blushing and wiggling back a bit, nervous. "I wun bite, just nibbles on tails." the lion spoke, Loupy nodded, and tried to relax as he wet a bit into his diapers. "You must be new around here, it's otays." The lion pointed towards some swings and tugged on Loupy's dress. "I'll help ya up!" Loupy looked up towards his master, only to see him talking to someone else. He felt so shy, just trying to work up enough energy to move. "Umm... okays..." He slowly rose on his hindpaws, nervous, imagining his Master's paw would correct him back down on all fours. The lion smiled as he helped the humiliated teenager to toddles. He was relieved to see his master still chatting away with someone as they worked over to the swings. It was good to walk again think the wolf, but as soon as the feline stopped to help the canine to stand up, he fall back on his bottom. "Somewing wong ?" asked the lion, and Loupy looked at him and think that he may be soon like this diapered big kitty. "I'm too ... young to ... stand up by myself." Answered really shyly Loupy. The lion just smiled. "I was like twis befowe too, let's go pway !"
They played quietly for some time, Loupy being very shy and quiet most of the time. The fox, a nice cross-fox in a really frilly dress have joined them to play until his master, an impressive red wolf, took him back home to change his messy diapers. His diaper kept growing wetter and wetter as Loupy was finally able to relax, just enjoying being outside, even if in the condition he was dressed and kept. He soon heard soft distinct movements in the sand behind him, as his master's scaled paws wrapped around him by the belly, and lifted him out of the seat and high as his master's muzzle sniffed and rubbed along the crotch of his diaper from behind. "I see we have a wet little girl here...I think she needs a change..." His master was hesitant and deep in his voice, relaxed as he wrapped Loupy in his arms, carrying the pup towards a flat tire tied to a tree he was sitting near before, with a grin on his face that made Loupy shiver a bit. It was an expression his master only took when he was needing for mating, but the wolf didn't know this fact, yet.
The wolf looked at his daddy draggie. "I don't want to daddy ! I don't want it." forgetting that he is not supposed to do anything than barking when he is in public. "I will not let you have my hole!" His Master's paw smacked his padded bottom and pulled back on his leash as they received a few looks, some a bit grinning, others a bit dirty as he growled "You were not given permission to speak, girl!" Loupy growled back softly, "Daddy knows I don't like that ... And not with people looking ... That's painful!" The wolf wriggled his bottom, trying to hide his face behind his tail so the public could not see his face. His Master pulled down his diapers and gave him another hard smack. "Do I have to gag you and tie you down in front of them all?" "I don't want daddy to mount me here! I don't wanna..." Loupy cried and wet himself more, his cock struggling in his chastity device as he whimpered. His Master laughed softly "Mmm...but there is no other choice you have my pet...give in.. and it will be sweet and passionate... you should always want your daddy... no matter where... you should be proud of being filled here...just how willing and loving you are to be my pet." "I'm a proud wolf pup, not a little dog pet!" Loupy growled back, struggling against his leash and harness. His master laughed a bit and smiled. "Silly girl.. I've trained others before... and a few here have even met them before, not in diapers like you, but as mute dogs. And I've told quite just about everyone what I do to my pets before they are in public here...now you will obey my pet... or you will not enjoy me this time, I ensure that." "That's not a reason ! I don't care that I'm not the only one trained like that, I will still not obey you daddy for that! " Loupy looked defiantly to the bigger silver dragon. His Master laughed a bit, kissing Loupy before sliding a pacifier gag into his mouth, that felt like his master's cock as he sucked nervously, pulling his diaper off completely, letting it fall to the ground with a soft crinkle. Loupy was surprised, letting the gag enter his mouth without fighting back. But he gets back his will and starts to struggles against his restraints, only to offer more to the witnesses a sight of his plugged bottom and his chastity device. His master grinned and licked his muzzle as he slides Loupy in the tire, fastening him down to it with the elastic buckles on his harness, securing him to it as the dragon locked the pup's hind paws spraid. "First a spanking, is what you need girl. When I am done, the gag will come out... and you will beg for my cock like a good sissypup...otherwise I will use that tailhole dry and rough like the first time you took it." Loupy dribbled against his cock-shaped gag, sucking on it nervously as he struggled against the strength of the dragon.
Draconil's paw comes down heavily on his pet's bottom on the first strike, the strength felt in it being of no mortal at that, the paw repeating it four times with a loud smacking as the dragon's scales connects with the bottom's wet fur, the canine's chastity cage showing the tiny parts and cock made so he wets like a girl. The kidnapped wolf bites the gag at each strike. He doesn't flinch at the first strike, but he started to cry a bit at the second, and when the last one finally touch the pup's bottom, he was nearly drowning in his tears because of the harsh pain. And the swinging of the tire was just making it worst. "That is just what your bottom feels like on the outside... my cock will leave you more sore inside... unless you beg and scream for me to rape you..." said the dragon as his paw begins to remove the gag as his other begins to pull the wolf's plug out. Loupy makes puppy eyes, struggling only a bit in the tire as some peoples start to looks at them with predatory smile. "But daddy ... I don't wanna !" Draconil growled : "Your last chance girl.. beg to take my cock into that lips...beg for me to fill your tailhole like the sissy pup sluuuttt... youuu areee..." His voice goes deeply as his wings spread, the dragon's pants bulging from your view as his tongue hangs out of his mouth just a bit on the side, licking the lips. The wolf sobbed, giving a glance to the witnesses in hope for help. Another spank landed on his bottom. The fact some was starting to paw themselves off make him realize that he had no choice. Another swack on his red butt. He sighed and looked down. "Dadddy .... pleawwwe ... pleawwwe I want you to gives me ... your cock... Daddy use of me ... like the sissy bitch I am ... your little baby pet ... Your sex toy, your slave girl." he was wetting the tire in shame and fear. The dragon laughed and started to strip himself as he takes position, looking over his pet as he press his wet cock to Loupy's lips and crying mouth. The wolf looked at the dragon's cock, and closing his eyes he took it in his mouth. He whined and wrapped his tongue around the cock, slowly sucking on it like it was a candy cane. It was the first time he was sucking on a male's member in his memory, but by the past in his ancient life he did it as an initiation in High School. And he had some memories of how to do it. The daddy enjoyed "Mmm... you've done this before haven't you girl ? Good tongue... " He moaned softly as he started to hump in and out of the mouth gently, drool splashing as he was enjoying the warm wet mouth and tongue. The canine shacked his head, his ancient life just being flash or nightmares during his bedtime. His lips locked around the cock, sucking it up and down with each of the humps of the dragon. His tongue covering the member with a lot of saliva. He then pulls out and rubs down the muzzle with his cock, the dragon's paws covering the top in the pup's drool as he keep rubbing it in, then sliding down with a grin on his face. The dominant stand up, playing with the rope of the rise, and tested the restraints of the pet's hindpaws, spread widely. "Daddy ... peoples are watching at us .."said Loupy struggling a bit against the straps holding him within the tire.
Draconil laughed " Mmm....you're right... some of them are jealous of me... and I think a few are jealous they're not you... you should be joyed to take your master's cock every chance you can have it... you can't deny how badly you want it now, can you girl? you haven't been fucked in almost a day... you crave it girl..." The puppy whined, his diaper crinkling as he struggled. "I ... I don't wanna to be used ... in public daddy ..." his tail struggling against the straps holding it out of the way of his tailhole. "I want to be free, let me gooo !" The wolf started to struggles, making the tire swing more and more. The dragon growled in rage and landed another serie of spankings on the pup's bottom. "One, two, three, four..." and so on until 30. "You are my sex toy, my bitch, you do what I ask you to do !" growled Draconil to the ears of the crying pup, the crowd chuckling at the situation of the swinging pup going more and more high with each strike.
Draconil pushed his cock against the tailhole past the tail without much trouble. "After a bit I know you'll change your mind... those lips will be begging for my milk... like always." He licked his lips and raise his head up with a deep murring and growling as his cock begins to dig it's wet head inside the wolf's resisting hole. The pet cried loudly, his tight hole raped another time by his daddy draggie. His mind was filled with feeling that he was worthy of another life, that it was his job as the dragon's son and a mix of pain and pleasure. His body was moving with each strong hump, all his teenager strength useless against the strength of a full adult dragon. The tire swinging was just impaling the puppy more on the big cock, putting him in tears. The cock pressed and spreads the hole widely down to the base. Reaching the flared hilt as the head and shaft bury itself against the walls inside the ass, the drake's mouth moaning loudly as a few people laugh and smile in out direction, a few drawing closer to watch. Loupy just cried and struggled as much as his restraints allowed him, but still letting the dragon take his pleasure with his ass, hoping it to end soon. Draconil looked around "Mmm... maybe someone here would like to help keep the puppy quiet..." his drool splashing onto the pup's caged cock, smiling and easing over another curious and obviously horny badger. "Mmmm... come and join..." "No daddy ... I will be quiet ... I'll be a good girl..." the wolf sobbed and whined as he begged. Draconil looked at him "Are you sure...?" The wolf's tail wiggles eagerly. "Yes, my girl needs to be kept quiet like a good girl... she has good lips to be certain." Said the master as his cock picks up pace as he was pounding roughly the tailhole, wet slurping and splashing coming from the drool as he fucks the poor struggling and crying wolf. He was afraid of what was going to happen. "Pleawwwwee, no .... I don't wanna ... Pleawwwwwe, I will be a good girl." the girlie wolf was closing his mouth as the bigger badger get closer. Loupy began to pant as he removed his pants down to his ankles next to the tree, pulling down slightly wet briefs, revealing his knotted toy and smiling as the dragon pointed to the muzzle of the wolf tied within the tire, looking down to the tied pet. The wolf closed his mouth, struggling in the swinging tire, but only to get more pain from his tailhole because of the enormous dragon cock stuck in. "Enter when she opens like a good girl..." He begin to pull out to the tip and slam back in, hard deep thrusts to give the badger a chance. The pet howled in pain as his daddy humped back roughly in him, the mouth open for the badger to slides in it. The unnamed badger smiled and wasted no time in sliding his bulging cock inside the wolf's mouth. "Mmm...you were right..." he said in joy. The dragon laugh a bit and begin to pump faster and faster, growling as his cock begins to leak precum inside the crying pup sore tailhole, squishing and slurping louder as the member works in and out powerfully. The wuffie was drowning again in tears, sucking not by choice the badger, but by fear of what could happen if he didn't. The dragon was using his tailhole roughly, making him lost in an ocean of pain and shame. The howling is soon replaced by the moaning of the badger, his cock furiously humping short strokes inside the tied canine's wet lips as the dragon spread his wings, his cock flaring up at the base a bit as it prepares to flood his slave, his anus ring stretched to its limit, Draconil drooling and roaring deeply in pleasure.
The sissy's tailhole was so painful, so stretched, that he wasn't even reacting. It was only pain, only sucking on the fox's cock, only taking his daddy's cock in his ass. His onesie was ripping on the latex of the tire as the pup's body was being moved with each hump like a broken doll. The badger didn't seem to last long in the pleasure of the mouth, his bulgy cock squirting his warm cum into the back of Loupy's mouth and throat as he howled, barely after he started to squirt, the master roared tremendously, loud enough to be heard a good distance as his paws wrapped around the wolf's hindpaws tightly, the cock thrusting all the way into the sore fucked hole, trembling and wiggling inside his pet for a moment, then pumping out a shoot of warm hot seed, flooding the teen's insides as the entire tree trembled between the combined orgasm. The puppy collapse and nearly pass out, swallowing as much cum as he can, but unable to handle the amount, both his mouth and ass dribbling the seed. He was gagging of fear and of the cum pushed in his troath. His body is so sore, crying and wetting himself as his cock dreams of being release of his chastity device... but his daddy let him cum only once per week, in the embrace of a milking machine. The dragon's paws reached to catch the badger as he almost falls over, helping him to his feet. " My my... my pup will need rest after this... his hole will be fine in a bit... "
The dragon reached into the bag he took with us, and lick up and down the shaft of a plug, pulling out with a warm wet splash, giving the wolf's bottom relaxation as the plug feels like nothing after what he has taken, the bottom lips closing quickly and the master lean down and begin to wipe up the pee the wolf made. Loupy looked at his daddy. "Daddy... I'm ... sore... and tired ... I want to ... go home..." Draconil untied the pup, removing the restraints from the tire and putting them away; then lifting up the bottom and powdering it up as he takes a new diaper, and begin to fasten his baby into it. The dragon's head turns to the badger, telling him an address. "You are welcome for more fun if you ask first... but now she needs to nap." The daddy turned back to his daughter and straightened his dress before picking her up into his arms for a snuggles, giving Loupy a pacifier to suckle. The puppy started to suckle on it before falling asleep in the dragon's arms. It had been too much for him. "Mmm...sleep my darling... you will wake up snuggled in a new crib for being so good..." Draconil's lips kissed the sleeping puppy on his muzzle as he was drifting off. | FSE |
Title: A comedy of errors by Ktarra
Tags: Anal, Gay Relationships, Love, M/M, Raccoon, Wolf
Jake quickened his pace down the corridor, silently cursing himself for sleeping so late. Damn it, he thought, on all the days for his alarm clock to break, it had to be today, just when Jefferson was on his ass about this paper. A quick glance to both sides revealed lecture theatres beyond doors, students packing the seats, telling Jake just how late he was for class. His footsteps echoed loudly up and down the linoleum-lined corridor as he checked his watch, hoping like hell the straps on his bag would hold the huge pile of reference book the course had set him.
9:47? Jake winced as he neared the door to the lecture theatre; he was supposed to have been in the class by 9:25. His heart soared as he saw the lights were off inside the theatre. That could only mean one thing-Jefferson had the slide projector on, showing faded slides of old broken pottery or some other boring crap. As much as he loathed the thought of another two-hour lecture on methods of vase production in ancient Greece, this meant Jefferson wouldn't notice him sneaking in late.
He could sit in the chair closest to the door, the one that was always empty. Then he could claim innocence when Jefferson finished the slideshow. The old bobcat may have been a hard ass on grades and notes, his memory was fading as he approached his autumn years now, and he wouldn't even realize Jake wasn't there until he missed a chance to humiliate him about the poor quality of his work.
It hadn't been his idea to take classics as one of his courses, but he needed it for his bachelor of arts. He thought it might have been fun, but not with the lecturer old Jurassic Jefferson, his ancient, droning voice sending Jake into a mild catatonia as soon as he sat down. How the other students kept their heads up was a mystery, and Jake often found himself being woken by the sounds of the students packing up at the end of the lecture, the only thing on his own page a puddle of drool.
Jake pushed the double doors into the theatre lightly, slipping through the gap and into the darkness beyond. He snuck over to the seats as quietly as his paws could carry him, the sounds of Jefferson's voice filtering through his ears already making him tired. He stifled a yawn as he sat down in the closest chair to the door, freezing as he realized there was something wrong with his seat. They weren't usually this high...or soft...or furry...
"Aren't you gonna buy me dinner first?" a voice asked by his ear, sounding slightly breathless from being sat on. Jake screamed and shot up in the air, turning and falling heavily on his rump. He heard the class break up into laughter and the fluorescent lights above flickered on, showing rows and rows of students laughing at him. He blushed furiously beneath his fur, looking up at where he had sat.
A tall grey-furred wolf sat in the seat, looking slightly bemused, a grin playing about his muzzle. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight white tee that barely managed to conceal his broad chest and thick arms. Jake had never seen him before, and to tell the truth was rather taken aback by the handsome wolf he had so casually used as a seat only moments before.
"No-one sits there." Jake heard himself say, cringing inwardly at such an idiotic statement.
"I do today." The wolf replied not unkindly, shaking his head and laughing. His voice was deep and smooth, like cream over fresh ice. Jake didn't know why that analogy came to mind, but before he could meditate further, he realized Mr. Jefferson, the lecturer, was standing over him and looking rather severe.
"So, Mr. Andrews, you turn up late, disrupt my class, and assault our new student?" The bobcat asked tersely, and Jake glanced at the newcomer, who merely inclined his head and grinned silently. "Any other misdemeanors you'd like to add to this list, or would you just feel content to grace this classroom with your presence?" Jake apologized and hurried to a free seat near the back, feeling smaller and smaller with every step he took, feeling the eyes of the other students trace his shame as he went.
"Oh, and Mr. Andrews?" Jefferson called from down at the front of the class "Your last essay was abysmal at best. For your own sake, boy, get some tutoring!" This remark caused another round of laughter from the students, but Jake didn't care. He had other things on his mind right now then the laughter of others. What the lecturer had said was true; his essay had been abysmal. It reflected his entire grade for the course. If he failed the mid-term for classics, he could kiss his bachelor goodbye for this year.
The class dragged on for what seemed like hours, but eventually Mr. Jefferson let the class go, reminding them about the mid-term coming up. Jake avoided his eyes as he darted through the crowds of students leaving the lecture hall, slowing up his pace as soon as he was outside. He walked the long way back to his dorm room in Durham hall, walking through the park and enjoying the spring scents in his nostrils as he went.
The sunlight, dappled through the fresh green leaves, played on his black and white-banded fur, the cool breeze ruffling through his fur as he went. Jake was a young raccoon, young for first year at Jarrow University, still seventeen and younger than most others on his course. While others had taken a year off between high school and university, Jake's family, more aptly his mother, had pushed him into going straight to tertiary.
Durham hall was a big old brick building, housing around two hundred students on its four floors. Jake's room was on the very top floor and there was no elevator, so he groaned as he had to yet again throw himself at the steep staircase, struggling to get to his room. It wasn't all bad, however, Jake mused as he climbed behind a slim fox, eyes constantly level with his tight ass.
He unlocked his room and dumped his bag on his bed, pushing the door closed behind him with his foot. He crossed the room and struggled with the heavy window, eventually forcing it open and allowing the spring breeze to wash through his room. He leant on the window sill and stuck his head out the window, looking over the campus vaguely, mind elsewhere. He had two hours to kill before his next class, political studies over on the far side of the campus. There was a class he was doing well in; good lecturer, easy to understand...not like classics.
Oh well, he sighed, I'll just have to start my bachelor over again next semester. At least that means I can waste the rest of the semester going out, he thought, brightening considerably. All the work he had bought upon himself meant he hadn't made many friends on campus...life was tough for a young, gay raccoon in a new place. He grabbed his towel from over the back of his chair and threw it over his shoulder, heading for the bathroom to freshen up.
He made his way down the hall and around the corner, nodding greetings to a few familiar faces as he went. As he went to push open the door to the men's bathroom, however, it swung open of its own accord. Jake's hand kept moving by its own momentum, however, until it buried itself deeply into the chest fur of the beast in the doorway. Jake's mouth dropped in a mix of shock and horror, eyes moving from his hand up the chest (the well muscled and strong chest, a part of his brain registered) and to the face of the beast. He almost died of embarrassment right then and there.
The wolf from classics stood there, a bundle of clothes in one paw, the other only just holding a towel around his waist. The same surprised grin was on his face as earlier, his head cocked to one side as he looked Jake up and down.
"Sorry..." Jake stuttered, trying his hardest to keep his eyes from the slipping towel around the wolf's waist. "The door...you weren't...and...yeah." He finished, grinning desperately. Smooth...
"That's alright...I think." The wolf said, nodding. He stood staring at Jake for a few more moments than comfortable, an expectant look on his face.
"Um..." Jake said, unsure of what to say.
"So...can I get past you, or is no-one supposed to be here either?" The wolf asked.
"What?" Jake replied, flustered.
"It's a joke. From before, you know?" The wolf said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, definitely." Jake said, nodding furiously.
"You might need to move, you know. One day soon." The wolf said. Jake gaped for a second, realizing his hand was still buried in the handsome wolf's chest fur. He withdrew it hastily and stepped aside, blushing furiously.
"Sorry." He said, and the wolf looked rather taken aback.
"Geez man, lighten up!" He said, ruffling the fur between Jake's ears, leaving nothing but sheer will to hold his towel up. "You have to be the shyest thief I've ever met!" He turned and went to walk away, leaving a peculiar ringing sound in Jake's head.
"Um..." Jake said, brain reeling in shock that his mouth had acted without it.
"Yeah?" The wolf said, turning, nearly losing grip of the towel in his hand.
"Most people don't walk around here with just a towel on." Jake said before he could stop himself. "I thought you should know, 'cos you're new here and all, and..."
"Don't they?" The wolf replied, thankfully cutting Jake off mid ramble, looking down at his towel, apparently oblivious to the giggling troupe of cat-girls who passed by at that moment. "Well I'm not most people now, am I?" He said, looking up at Jake and flashing him a roguish wink. He sauntered off around the corner, leaving Jake in a state of shock.
Real smooth, he thought as he undressed and stepped into the shower. I can't believe what a complete jackass I made of myself...oh gods he must think I'm a weirdo. Jake paused as he was running a paw through his headfur, staring off into the middle distance. The fur-ruffling...the wink...was he flirting with me?
He shook his head. Now he was just imagining things, there was no way that the handsome wolf was gay too...maybe he was? But how would Jake find out? He put the thought out of his mind as he got out of the shower, drying and dressing himself in the locker room. He wasn't as brave as the wolf, he wasn't going to just walk around almost naked! He wished he could be as comfortable as himself, but knew he could never just walk through a crowded place like that.
He made his way back to his room, passing the mail clerk on the way. He was making his rounds of the dorm, pushing letters under room doors as he went. He nodded a greeting to Jake as he passed, whistling a tune as he continued on his path.
Jake hung his towel out the window in his room to dry, turning and slumping down in his chair as he waited for his next class. Wait...what was that? A paper rectangle was resting just inside his room, as though someone had just pushed it under the doorjamb. Jake picked it up, turning it over and inspecting it.
It was a letter, must have been dropped by the mail man on his rounds. Its address matched the room he was in, but his name wasn't Alex Turnskill. Must have been the room's last occupant, or maybe a wrong address. He poked his head out the door to look for the mail clerk, but he was long gone. He stared at the name blankly as he thought of what to do...maybe someone around here would know who it belonged to?
He noticed the door across from his was slightly ajar and crossed over to it, knocking lightly on the door.
"Hey, sorry to bother you, but do you know a...?" Jake begun as the door swung inwards, but froze at what he saw inside. Facing away from him was the same wolf from before, using one of the low ceiling beams as a pull-up bar. Swirling tribal fur-inks covered his shoulders and back, and he wore only tight white cotton boxers, muscles shifting under his fur as he pulled himself up and down, breath grunting regularly reminding Jake of something else entirely...
Without warning the wolf dropped from the bar, turning and seeing Jake still standing frozen in the doorway, a look of shock quickly followed with that same cute, bemused grin. He crossed the floor to the door, leaning on the frame, towering over the raccoon.
"Well you just turn up in the oddest of fucking places, don't you?" He said, shaking his head and lightly tweaking Jake's nose. Jake's brain froze up again, the only thing in his mind the muzzle of the wolf, which seemed to be getting closer every second. As he thought this, the wolf reached out past Jake's head, his muzzle drawing close to Jake's... and he drew back, his outstretched arm now holding his towel that had been hanging over the door.
"So, there a reason for you being here, or you just come to stare at my ass?" He asked casually, giving Jake a shock. Had he been that obvious? There was no condemnation in the wolf's eyes, however, just a mild curiosity.
"Um...I'm across the hall..." Jake began, holding up the letter defensively. "And I got this letter...it's not for me and I was just wondering if maybe you knew who it was for?" Jake asked, his words all coming out in a jumble. The wolf took the envelope from Jake's unresisting paw, looking at it in quiet contemplation.
"Sorry, It's not for you, I'll just take it and..." Jake began, but the wolf stopped him.
"Alex Turnskill. That's me" He said, grinning happily. "Thanks mate, I was wondering where this got to."
"Glad I could help" Jake said, breathing an almost audible sigh of relief. "Alex." He said, and Alex proffered a paw.
"That's me, Alex Turnskill, born and bred Otago stock" He said, taking Jake's paw and shaking heartily. Alex's paw was strong and rough to the touch, maybe the result of years of hard labor?
"Do I get your name, or shall you remain the mystery thief that seems to stalk me wherever I go?" Alex asked, ducking his head down to look into Jake's eyes.
"Oh, sorry." Jake said, blushing again. "I'm Jake. Jake Andrews. Uh...Minnesota's my home"
"Good to meet you, Jake." Alex said, eyes sparkling. Jake hadn't noticed before, but Alex had the most amazing blue eyes, that seemed to light up when he grinned...
"Can I get that paw back?" Alex asked, and Jake froze, looking down slowly to see his paw still clasping Alex's. He laughed nervously and withdrew his paw, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
"I should go, I have a class..." Jake begun, turning to run and hide his face in shame, maybe for the next fifty years. How could he be so lame...?
"Wait" Alex said, and Jake turned back, seeing the wolf cross to his desk and take up a slip of paper. "Would you know where I have to go for..." He asked, inspecting the paper, "Political science 101?"
"That's...that's my next class!" Jake said, overjoyed. Alex cocked an eyebrow but said nothing, instead picking a plain white tee from the back of his chair and pulling it over his head.
"Awesome. You can walk me there." He said, pulling on a pair of jeans and snatching up his books. Jake grabbed his own things from his room and followed Alex as he walked off down the corridor, finding it hard to keep pace with the rolling, long-legged gait the wolf had.
He chanced a sideways glance up at Alex, admiring the care-free look on his face, the easygoing set to his stance... it was like he didn't have a care in the world. Jake sighed. He wished he could be as calm and collected as Alex always seemed to be. It was as if nothing fazed him, like he'd keep that confident little grin no matter what.
"So..."Jake ventured as the two of them started heading down the stairs. "Your accent...I'm guessing you aren't from around here."
"That's right." Alex replied.
"Otago...is that down south?" Jake asked, and Alex just laughed.
"About as far south as you can go before you are in Antarctica." He said, looking sidelong at Jake. "I'm from a little country called New Zealand, right down at the bottom of the southern hemisphere."
"Really?" Jake asked, interested. "So how'd you end up here?"
"Long story." Alex said, grinning.
"Aw, come on!" Jake insisted.
"You sure you want to hear it?" Alex asked as the two of them stepped out of Durham hall and into the sunlight.
"We have a bit of a walk between here and the lecture theatre. Why not?" Jake asked, and Alex just sighed, brushing a stray grey hair away from his eyes.
"Alright. I was schooled over in my home country, far away from here. At around fourteen I was a real trouble maker, and that was causing problems at home." He said, still smiling slightly.
"You? A trouble maker?" Jake asked incredulously.
"Oh yeah. Had all my head fur spiked, fur inks, piercings all over the show, ripped leather jacket, angst, I had the works."
"Really? I can't see you with all that." Jake said, using this pretence to stare unashamedly at Alex.
"Sad to say, but that was who I was. A real punk." He said, laughing deeply. "Anyway, when I was fourteen there was a bit of trouble at home, you know." He said, waving a paw vaguely to show he didn't want to talk about it. "Anyway, as a result, I got sent off to a men's boarding school, with a whole bunch of farmer's kids. That was a big change for me. I lost all the accessories and junk by my last year, and I was just another of the boys." He said, staring off into the middle distance as though remembering something.
"And then what happened?" Jake asked, still struggling to keep up with Alex without breaking into a jog.
"Well, after high school, I had no idea what to do with myself. I couldn't of anything I wanted to be, and eventually it struck me. I had spent five years of my life with farmers, and had never set one paw on a farm myself, or done a decent days work all my life." Alex said, shrugging. "So I rang up my uncle, and two days later I got a position as a worker on his farm up north. I moved up there and boy, I'll tell you, what a shock I got!" He said, shaking his head and grinning ruefully. "By the end of the first day both my paws were bleeding and I was ready to die. Still, I thought what the hell else would I be doing, so I stuck to it. I did that for two years, then figured I couldn't do that all my life, so I moved back south and started on my bachelor of art, cause it seemed like an easy option."
"So how did you end up here?" Jake asked, feeling a bit less shy but no less awkward now.
"Settle down, Jakey!" Alex laughed, making the raccoon blush deeply. "Let me get through the story without you piping up every few seconds."
"Sorry..." Jake mumbled, but Alex just brushed it off and kept going.
"Anyway, I kept getting static from my folks to do this and that, so I decided to split the country. I went and saw the course counselor, and he said he could cross-credit all my papers to pretty much any university in the world. I picked a university at random, and here I am." He said, shrugging.
"You just picked a university at random? How much did it cost to get over here?" Jake asked, shocked.
"Hey, I worked for two straight years, and had my board, room and food all supplied by the farm. I had a lot of spare money, and I spent some. No biggie." Alex said, apparently thinking nothing of moving halfway around the world.
"I wish I could be so free." Jake said, looking down at his footpaws. "I'm always being told what to do by my folks."
"What?" Alex said incredulously. "Come on, thief, you're a big boy now, make your own decisions!"
"What, so I should just tell my parents to go and eat shit?" Jake asked sarcastically, but Alex only laughed.
"If that's what they're into." He said, nudging Jake in the ribs with his elbow and winking to him. "But seriously, just tell them it's your life, let you live it. They can give you advice, but never let someone else run your life." He said, suddenly turning serious. "And always make sure you're nice to your family. They may irritate the fuck out of you, but they are the only one you get."
"You believe that, huh? Jake asked, looking up at Alex.
"Course. Nothing more important to this wolf than family." Alex said, nodding.
"Well, the political science block is up here." Jake said, gesturing to the structure they were heading towards. However, as they got nearer, they saw a crowd was gathering outside.
"This usual?" Alex asked, craning his neck to try and see what the focus of the crowd was.
"No." Jake said, and as soon as the words left his mouth, an authoritative voice piped up from the front of the crowd.
"Political Science 101 is postponed for today." The voice said, battling to be heard over the murmur of the crowd. "On grounds that Mr. Davidson has had a stroke."
"A stroke?" Jake said, shocked. The crowd slowly dispersed, a mixture of joy of getting out of class and concern for the lecturer filtering through their conversation.
"Damn.." Jake said, shaking his head. Mr. Davidson was a nice old beast, he hoped he was alright.
"What, you so eager to get into class?" Alex asked him
"No..." Jake said, feeling rather stupid.
"Sweet as then. Free period for us, then." Alex said, yawning widely, grimacing as his stomach growled. "Who, I'm starved! Where does a body get a good feed around here?"
"There's the cafeteria..." Jake began, but Alex shook his head.
"Too busy and loud. Anywhere else?" He asked, and Jake thought for a second.
"Um...there's a diner just off campus..."He ventured and Alex appeared to think this over for a second.
"Yeah, why not. Let's go." He said, turning to go.
"But..." Jake begun.
"Come on, my treat." Alex said, tugging Jake's sleeve. Jake hesitated for a second. A free lunch wasn't to be turned down...and with Alex?
"Alright." He said, and the two of them made their way across the campus towards the diner. Once inside the two of them found a booth to themselves and sat opposite each other, a waitress coming over with two menus for them.
"What can I get you two boys today?" The waitress asked, a middle-aged rabbit with a half-smoked cigarette pursed between her lips.
"You know, I never thought diners like this actually existed." Alex said, looking around the diner. "I thought they were just on American TV all the time. Huh." He said, flicking open the menu and running his eyes down the page. "How's the burger looking today?"
"Probably too big for any off-shore beast to handle." The waitress said, and Alex raised an eyebrow.
"That, m'lady, sounds like a challenge. Fire away on one of those." He said, winking across the table to Jake, who ordered himself French toast. The two of them sat idly chatting until the food came. Alex paused for a second to look over his burger, shaking his head and making a 'tut-tut' sound.
"What's the matter?" Jake asked.
"She thought a kiwi couldn't eat this." He said, shaking his head in mock horror. Jake laughed and tucked into his food, but he soon stopped and merely stared in wonder as the wolf ate his meal. In under two minutes a burger the size of a plate and a side of fries had disappeared into Jake's gullet, who was sitting back with a satisfied look on his face.
"Here's a lesson for you Jake:" Alex said, pushing the plate away from himself. "Never challenge an Otago boy to a contest in eating, drinking, fighting or breaking." He said, cricking his neck with a smug look on his face.
"How did you do that?" Jake asked, still in a state of shock.
"Dunno" Alex said, shrugging.
"No really, did you unhinge your jaw or something?" Jake asked, but Alex just laughed.
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Over the next few weeks Jake spent every second he could with Alex, enjoying his company, but he always wanted more. He wanted to be able to just reach out and touch Alex, to be held in his strong embrace, to hear him whisper in his ear, but he wasn't even sure if Alex was gay or not.
Sometimes, things he said or did, the way he acted, made Jake think he was gay, and he would almost make a move n him, and he would switch back to straight. He'd be winking and nudging with Jake one second, to the point Jake nearly couldn't keep himself from leaping on Alex, and then be doing the exact same thing to a crowd of girls two seconds later. It was infuriating
Everyone Alex talked to seemed to instantly be his friend, no matter who or what they were. Alex even called himself 'the conversation whore' sometimes, but he still always hung out with Jake. Jake would often sit a few rows back from the wolf in class, claiming it was so he wouldn't be distracted by Alex's antics, but really just sitting and staring longingly at the wolf.
Jake sighed. He was currently in his room at his desk, doodling Alex's face in the back of his classics textbook, realizing he was just procrastinating studying, but continuing anyway.
Suddenly the door flew open and hit his bed with an almighty crash, nearly giving Jake a heart attack. He just had the presence of mind to flick his book closed with one paw before he went toppling backwards into the floor. When the room stopped spinning and settled into place Jake realized it was Alex standing over him.
"What are you doing down there?" He asked, the low vantage point making him no less attractive to Jake. In fact, from this vantage point he could almost see up Alex's shorts...
"Um...studying?" He said, but Alex only laughed. He hauled the raccoon to his feet, picking up his chair and setting it down where it had been. Jake sat back down and opened his book, making it look like he was trying to study.
"Close the book, Jake, we're going out." Alex said, looking over the raccoons shoulder.
"I can't. Mid terms are in a week. I fail these and I have to re-sit the whole course." Jake said, studying his book closely. Alex put his elbows on Jake's shoulders and leant over his head, scanning the paper Jake had written. Jake held his breath, relishing the feel of Alex's fur on his, the feel of the wolf's heartbeat so close to his ear...oh gods, Jake thought miserably.
"You know, Aphrodite was born of the crest of a wave, not from jumping out of Zeus' skull. That was Athena." He said casually, and Jake let out a moan.
"I'm never going to pass! I suck at classics." Jake moaned.
"Hey, I'll help you." Alex said.
"How good are you?" Jake asked, leaning back discreetly, feeling the flow of Alex's breath shift his fur lightly.
"I got an A plus on the last essay, remember? Jefferson wanked on about it for half the class. How could you forget that?" Alex asked.
"Um..." Jake replied. Probably because I've been staring at your ass and sketching you in my classics book since I met you...
"Anyway, how come you're so good at classics?" Jake asked.
"I dunno" Alex said, shrugging "How do clouds stay in the sky?"
"Because they aren't solid matter. They're only water particles..." Jake begun, but Alex just groaned.
"That's your problem, Jake. Always books books books. For once just live life outside!" Alex said, grabbing his classics book and throwing it across the room.
"Hey, I need that..." Jake said, but Alex placed a hand on his shoulder to restrain him.
"Come out tonight and I'll tutor you myself." He said
"Really?" Jake asked
"I promise." Alex said, hauling the raccoon to his feet.
"Where are we going?" Jake said.
"A fox from downstairs invited me to go to the movies with him and his missus. He said he needed the company, and I should bring someone." Alex said. Jake froze...did he mean bring...as in as a partner? "So I thought I'd bring you along. Too much effort to find a girl at such short notice, and you need to get out more often." Alex said, and Jake nodded forlornly. Of course he wasn't taking him as a date.
"Alright, lets go." Jake said, grabbing his wallet and stuffing it in his back pocket. Alex grinned and clapped him on the shoulder, and crossed to the door. "Hey, could you be a bit more careful with my door?" Jake asked, checking for any dents that the overzealous wolf may have put in it. "I don't want to lose my deposit on this room."
"Deposit? Room?" Alex said, looking disgusted. "Gods, what are you under that mask, fifty? You're a student! Live a little! Break something for fucks sake!" At this, the wolf looked across the corridor to his own door. He ran full tilt at it and kicked it as hard as he could, the sound of splintering timber filling the air. Slowly, as if moving through treacle, his door fell into his room, hitting the floor with a sound like a thunderbolt.
"Let's go." He said airily, ignoring the crowd that had gathered to see what the noise was.
"How are you going to lock your room now?" Jake asked, looking in horrified fascination at the ruined doorframe.
"What, so no-one gets in and steals my socks? Pfft, material possessions aren't everything, you know" Alex asked, grabbing the raccoon by his shoulder and pushing him through the crowd. Jake couldn't believe it. It was like Alex was from another world, like he was a god, striding about, breaking rules and gathering crowds of admirers. And if he was a god, Jake was one of his worshippers...
The two of them met the fox Adam and his date the tigress Kate on the third floor, and the four of them made their way across the campus. Jake realized with a shock that Adam was the fox whose ass he'd been ogling every day on the stairs, and was having trouble keeping a straight face when talking to the wolf.
When they finally made it to the theatre, a few blocks away, Jake was finding it hard to not stare and Alex, who for some reason was looking especially attractive tonight.
"So what do you want to see?" Alex asked him, taking him off guard.
"You." Jake said before he could stop himself.
"Huh?" Alex said, looking rather taken aback.
"I...I mean...what do you want to see man?" Jake said, grinning nervously.
"Dunno. Adam, what do you feel like?" He asked, looking over the fox, leaving Jake to breathe out a long sigh of relief. Wow...that was close.
"Something stupid, with explosions and extreme ass-kicking." He said, and Kate nudged him in the ribs.
"Always the same, honestly." She said, snarling in mock anger.
"There's a film that fits the bill." Alex said, pointing to a poster hanging on the wall. The four of them bought their tickets and headed through the busy lobby to the dark theatre. They took their seats, and Jake took the chance to look Alex over in the half-light. He had to do something soon, all this tension was killing him...
The screen flickered into life and sent a wave of light across the audience, and Alex caught the raccoon staring. He cocked his head with a questioning look on his face, asking if there was a problem, but Jake shook his head and shrunk down into his seat, burning with embarrassment.
After the film ended the four of them made their way to a pizza parlor a few blocks away, where they found themselves a table near the back.
"You have places like this back home?" Adam asked Alex, after they had seated themselves and ordered drinks.
"Not exactly." Alex replied
"Ah, that's a pity. You're not able to eat like an American then." Adam said, and Jake froze. Oh, bad move Adam.
"That sounded like a challenge." Alex said, grinning rather wider than usual, gaining a hungry glint to his eye.
"Hey, it's not a challenge." Adam said, grinning back. "No-one out-eats a yank."
"Let's settle it then." Alex replied, clicking his fingers. The two of them ordered five large pizzas each, the loser picking up the bill. A few students in the pizza parlor began nudging each other and moving around the table as the pizzas arrived. The word spread quick and soon there was a crowd gathered to see the showdown.
Jake saw a badger he had seen around the dorm begin to take bets, and could feel his heart begin to pick up pace...he hoped Alex won. Adam looked a little pale as the pizzas began piling up on the table, and Kate began massaging his shoulders.
"Jake." Alex said, nodding at Kate. Jake was shocked, but he reached out and began to massage to wolf's broad shoulders, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran through his rich, deep fur. Totally worth any price...
Finally all the pizzas were ready, and the competitors took their places, hunkered over the table with a hungry look in their eyes.
"Ready?" Alex asked Adam, winking as he ran a tongue over his lips.
"I was born ready." Adam growled, grinning broadly. The two of them launched into the pizzas at once, three, four slices disappearing before the crowd even knew what was happening. Both fox and wolf finished the first pizza at the same time, churning into the next one with renewed vigor. However, by the start of the third pizza, Adam was beginning to slow, whereas Alex was still going strong.
By the time the fox had finished his third pizza, Alex was onto his fifth, and with a triumphant cry, the wolf pushed aside the last empty plate and rising to his footpaws.
"Victory!" He roared, the crowd of students all around cheering heartily. He received handshakes and pats on the back from many of the students, wiping his mouth and sitting himself back down.
"What did I tell you, Adam?" He said, but the fox just laughed.
"Shut up." He groaned, looking distinctly sick after all the pizza.
"You did well, foxy, but in the end I came out on top." Jake said, shaking hands with Adam. They both laughed as the fox settled the bill, and as they rose to leave one of the students from before approached them.
"Hey, good show guys." He said
"We do what we can." Adam grunted, belching. Kate looked horrified and clipped him around the ear.
"Anyway, there's a big party on the other side of campus. You in?" The student said.
"Nah, we might turn in early." Adam said after exchanging looks with Kate.
"What do you reckon, Jake?" Alex asked.
"I dunno..." Jake said.
"Oh come on, live a little!" Alex said, shoving him lightly. "We'll be there." He said to the student.
The four of them made their way back to campus, where Kate and Adam separated and made their way back to their rooms after wishing Jake and Alex a good night. The two of them continued across campus to where the party was, finally finding the place after much searching.
"Want a beer?" Alex asked once inside, and Jake nodded. Alex disappeared for a few seconds and reappeared with two tall plastic cups of beer.
"Where'd you get those from?" Jake asked, puzzled. Alex downed his in one go, belching loudly and tossing the cup over his shoulder before answering.
"Keg. It's a kegger." He said.
"A what?"
"Keg party." Alex said, looking surprised. "You don't know what a kegger is?"
"No" Admitted Jake, feeling rather foolish. A slow light seemed to dawn on Alex's face as Jake watched him, which quickly turned into and evil grin, the wolf grabbing Jake by the back of his shirt and dragging him through the party. It was in some poor beasts house, every room full of drunken college students. Jake couldn't even hear over the sound of the loud music and yelling, and the thick throng of bodies pressed in on every side, smelling of an awful mix of perfume, beer and sweat.
Finally Alex pulled Jake out of the press of bodies and into the kitchen of the house, where around twenty beasts were crowded around a keg. Thick, acrid smoke hung in the air from what looked like a tailor cigarette being passed around a group of dogs in one corner, but Alex propelled Jake over to the keg.
"Boys, boys!" Alex called out, bringing the attention to himself, one arm wrapped around Jake's shoulder. "I have here with me a keg virgin! He's never been to a kegger, and you know what that means." The guys gathered around the keg looked blankly at Jake for a few seconds, their faces breaking into the same evil grin Alex had on his muzzle.
"Kegnitiation!" They cried as one, picking up a long hose and motioning to Jake.
"You want to do this?" Alex whispered warningly in his ear.
"Why not?" Jake said, grinning "Live a little, aye?" Alex laughed and pushed Jake into the crowd around the keg, who promptly stuck a chair under him and the hose in his mouth. Jake didn't have time to take a breath before the beer rushed into his throat, and suddenly he was gulping it down, beer spilling down his front, coughing and spluttering as he drank and drank...
Finally they pulled the hose from his mouth, and he choked a little as he fell out of his chair. The cheering of the guys filled his ears and the room span, but he felt happy. He unsteadily got to his feet, searching the room for Alex. He finally had the courage to tell him...
You're drunk, part of his brain said, but he ignored it, stumbling around the kitchen in search of the wolf of his dreams. He found him in the corner with the dogs, smoking that acrid cigarette, a strange smile curling his lips.
"Hey buddy, how you going?" Alex asked, grinning, the dogs laughing loudly. The floor shifted and suddenly Jake didn't feel too well. He wanted to lie down...everything was loud, confusing...
"Muh..." He murmured, and Alex lifted his chin with a paw.
"You alright there, thief?" He asked, still grinning. He exhaled a plume of the intoxicating smoke into the raccoons face, who took one sniff of the smoke and felt everything fading, falling gently to one side.
"Oops, there he goes..." Said one of the dogs, followed by a chorus of giggles. Jake groaned and tried to rise, then giving up and letting everything go black.
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Jake's eyes felt curiously dry as they flickered open, staring in incomprehension at the sun streaming through the window onto his face. His head lolled to one side then another, and he realized he was in his room...but how did he get there?
Recollection hit him like a sack of doorknobs and he winced, remembering the slow fall to the kitchen floor...aw man...Alex would have had to carried me all the way back here...he must think I'm such a loser.
Jake groaned as he tried to sit up, wincing again as something else hit him, but this time it was the pain of an almighty hangover. He shuddered and fell backwards onto the bed, burying his head beneath the covers. He wished he could just die...
The sound of the doorknob turning gently bought his head out of it's hiding, and Jake watched as Alex slowly entered the room, his constant grin still in place.
"Sorry..." Jake murmured, feeling even worse.
"What for?"
"Drinking too much at the party. You must think I'm a loser."
"What? Of course not! Where I come from, drinking too much and passing out is like a rite of passage to manhood! We do it when we're like fourteen."
"Really?"
"Yeah, that and vomiting."
"Oh gods, I didn't, did I?" Jake asked wretchedly.
"Lets just say a few bushes won't be the same again. No biggie, though."
"Aw man...I'm sorry."
"Why? It's good to see you getting out and enjoying yourself, thief!" Alex said, laughing. I mean, after the number of nights I've spent comatose in a wheelbarrow, your little collapse is nothing!" Jake grinned ruefully, rubbing his head.
"How'd you get me back here?" He asked.
"Carried you."
"Sorry..."
"Hey, I've been carried a few times in my life, and I've carried a few too. Man, at my old school, those boys could drink! And they were farmers-try carrying a friggin' bull three miles in the half-hour before the dean comes to check beds. You, Jake my boy, are an easy job in comparison."
"So...you're not angry?" Jake said, smiling a little.
"Why would I be?" Alex laughed. "It's all part of having fun. And you definitely had fun last night, as most of the campus will tell you." Jake laughed too, and Alex stood up, stretching widely.
"You know, there's something else we do in our country..." He said, standing and leaving the room with a grin. Jake propped himself up on his elbows and stared at the door, wondering what Alex could be planning. The door suddenly swung inwards, smacking into the bed frame loudly, and Alex pounded in, banging a pot with a wooden spoon.
"It's called annoy the hung-over bastard!" He yelled joyously, kicking the door shut behind him. Jake groaned and pulled his pillow over his face, hiding himself from the wolf.
"Shut up!" He yelled, trying hard to keep the grin from curling around his muzzle, the sound of the banging lid pounding in his skull loudly. The pot crashed to the floor and Alex landed on his chest with his elbow, winding him.
"Aw, don't be angry my masked buddy!" He said, prodding him in the ribs. "You know you love me."
"Yeah, I do." Jake said before he could stop himself. He felt Alex freeze on top of him, and slowly pulled the pillow away from his face, dreading what he might find. Alex's muzzle was inches from his own, his brow creased in confusion. They stared into each other's eyes for a second, then Alex's eyes widened, his jaw dropping in shock. He stumbled back from the bed, shaking his head as if in horror.
"Alex..." Jake began, but the wolf didn't appear to hear him.
"Uh...you need you rest, buddy...I'll just go..." He said, making for the door
"Alex!" Jake cried, but it was too late. Alex had gone, the door slamming in his wake.
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Over the next few weeks Jake tried his very hardest to get on with his work, trying to put Alex out of his mind. He finally got a tutor and just scraped through his midterms, but that seemed a hollow victory having lost his wolf...he couldn't put out of his mind the look on his face when he'd let his feelings slip...he felt like such an idiot, of course Alex wasn't gay.
He'd see him in the corridors every now and then, but as soon as they made eye contact Alex would pretty much turn and run for his life, leaving confused students in his wake and a feeling like a knife to the heart for Jake.
He sometimes would just go and sit in the corner of his room and weep, his tears matting the fur beneath his eyes, his head between his knees as he cried. He couldn't blame Alex, how he must have felt to find out his best friend was in love with him...why did Jake have to be gay? He didn't ask to be, it just happened! It wasn't his fault he loved Alex so much, so much it hurt, so much he thought he'd die without him.
He was crossing the park towards Durham late one night, the full moon illuminating his path as he went, hands in pockets as he thought miserably of Alex. He had been studying in the library and hadn't realized how late it was. He heard voices up ahead and his heart sunk as he saw a bunch of jocks heading across the park towards him.
He kept his head low as they passed by, and his heart lightened as they made no comment, but then... "Hey you!" Jake froze in his tracks, dreading what was coming.
"Yeah, you!" Jake turned to see he was being addressed by the biggest and ergo the leader of the jocks, a huge tiger in a varsity football jacket. There were four of the jocks, the tiger, two panthers and a lion. They moved quickly, crowding around Jake before he could move
"You're that fag, aren't you?" The tiger said, prodding Jake in the chest. The smell of beer washed over Jake, and he realized that the jocks had been drinking. He didn't like where this was going...
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Jake murmured, and tried to push past the panthers, but they held him fast.
"Yeah, you're that homo!" The tiger growled. "My sister went out with some fox and said you were there. Said you couldn't keep your eyes off some wolf."
"It wasn't me..." Jake insisted, but the tiger just laughed.
"I don't see any other raccoons!" He said, and the jocks laughed.
"Please..." Jake began desperately, but the tiger ignored him.
"You see, I don't like faggots, you hear me, thief?" The tiger said, and the panthers grabbed him under the arms, holding him up. Before Jake could protest, the tiger slammed a fist into his stomach, winding him. He hit him again and again, growling in satisfaction with each hit.
"Fucking queer!" He snarled, drawing back a fist to hit Jake in the face. Jake wanted to flinch, but he couldn't, all he could do was watch as the fist bunched, ready to strike...
A bottle came sailing out of nowhere, smashing into the side of the tiger's head, knocking him to the ground. The lion turned in shock, a grey streak rushing up and grabbing him by the mane before he could do anything. Jake's eyes widened in shock as he realized who it was; Alex!
The wolf grabbed two paws of mane on either side of the lion's face, jerking his head forward, smashing his forehead into the lion's muzzle with an awful crack. The tawny-furred beast fell to the ground, clutching it's muzzle and whimpering.
The panthers released Jake and stepped back, not wishing to get involved. Jake fell to his knees, gasping for breath, looking up to see the tiger striking Alex full in the face. Alex growled and jerked his head back, but too slow; three more blows rained onto his beautiful muzzle. Someone was cut, because suddenly there was blood on both the fighters, spraying through the air as Jake watched in horror.
Alex stepped in close to the tiger, hammering two fists into his face and dancing back out of reach of the tigers claws. In the moonlight a glint of metal flashed-the tiger had produced a switchblade, and was now menacing Alex with it.
"Alex!" Jake called out, trying to warn him to be careful but the wolf didn't look. Probably a good thing, as the tiger slashed out wildly at that point, Alex only just jumping back out of range of the slash, the blade tearing open his shirt. Crimson droplets shone in the moonlight; Alex was cut! It wasn't deep, though, and Alex ducked as the tiger gave another wide swing with the knife.
He rose from the depths like a leviathan, smashing his head into the tiger's chin, knocking the beast senseless in an instant. The tiger crumpled to the grass like a puppet with the strings cut, his blade disappearing into the long grass. Alex turned to the panthers, who were looking on in a frozen horror.
"Take them and go." He grunted, breathing heavily. The panthers grabbed their fallen comrades and dragged them off toward one of the other dorms, swearing profusely. Jake got to his feet quietly, walking gingerly over to where Alex was still standing.
"You're hurt..." Jake said, raising a paw to Alex's face, where blood was pouring from a cut in his cheek, but Alex shied away.
"I'm okay." He said quietly.
"Oh." Jake said, looking down at the grass.
"Sorry I couldn't get here quicker...I saw you from my room, and..." Alex said.
"You should go get those looked at." Jake said, not looking at Alex lest his heart tear in two.
"Jake..." Alex begun, but he thought the better of it, turning and walking away. Jake didn't even look at his back, just turning and going back to Durham, silver tears spilling down his cheeks.
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Jake sat on his bed, knees pulled up under his chin, staring off into the middle distance. His tears had stopped now, but the pain inside would last for much longer. Why was life so unfair? Why was it so cruel? To make him love the one beast he couldn't have. The one he could never have...
Jake looked up as the door opened, and Alex came in, bandaged and with a change of clothes. How long had Jake been sitting there for? It must have been hours...
"Hey." Alex murmured, paws in his pockets.
"Mm." Jake said vaguely, and Alex sat beside him on the bed.
"Sorry about the tiger, I should have been there quicker." Alex said.
"You don't have to always be around to protect me." Jake said, and Alex laughed nervously.
"Look, Jake, about the last couple of weeks..." He begun, but Jake cut him off.
"That's fine, Alex, it's my fault. I shouldn't of...done what I did." Jake said, trying to keep the bitterness inside from tainting his tone. "I put you in a tough position. Forget abut it."
"I can't though."
"What?" Jake asked, looking up at the wolf's face.
"I can't forget about it. The reason I was keeping away from you was that I was confused. I felt so afraid, and ashamed, but there was something else. I'm so sorry Jake, that I've put you through all this, I'm so sorry..." Alex said, the words coming out in a jumbled rush, tears in the corner of his eyes.
"It's alright, I forgive..." Jake begun, throwing a comforting arm around the wolf, but Alex cut him off.
"I love you." Alex said, and Jake froze, looking into Alex's tear-filled eyes.
"What?"
"I wasn't sure, I was so afraid, but when I saw them attacking you...my heart almost stopped." Alex said, almost in tears now. "All I could think about, as I ran out there, was what would I do if you were hurt? If you..." Alex said, shaking his head, a smile coming over his face, "and then I realized. I love you."
Jake wasn't sure what to say, but he suddenly realized the feeling of pain and sorrow in his heart was gone. In fact, his heart was almost singing. He just smiled and threw both arms around the wolf, holding him close. Alex shook a little, his breath shuddering, but he returned the favor and hugged Jake close to himself.
Jake felt so odd, finally holding his love so close, feeling so tiny in the arms of the wolf, their hears beating in unison, their fur mingling and intermixing...his heart was so happy he thought it was going to burst...he was in love.
Alex pulled back from the embrace, looking Jake in the eyes. Alex smiled softly, and the two of them leaned in, lips locking together gently, the kiss lasting so long Jake had to fight for breath.
The kiss was soft, and sweet, but Jake pushed closer, sending his tongue deeper, wanting to taste his wolf, after waiting for so long...Alex responded in kind, pushing his tongue deeper into Jake's mouth, until their tongues danced together in a beautiful union, sharing their love for each other.
Jake began to feel a familiar stirring below, his hips bucking and grinding against Alex's thigh, the wolf sending a paw to grope at the raccoon's crotch. Jake slipped a paw down the front of Alex's pant, feeling his rapidly swelling sheath, enjoying the sound of Alex's whimpering. He pulled his hand out and struggled with Alex's shirt, pulling it over his head, admiring his well-formed abdominal muscles. He ran a slow paw from his chest down to his belt loop, hooking a paw into it as Alex unbuttoned his own shirt.
They lowered themselves onto Jake's bed, Alex laying below and Jake above, still kissing passionately, a growl rising in Alex's throat as his swelling member attempted to escape his pants. Jake broke the kiss and rested his head on Alex's strong pectoral as his paw snaked down to the wolf's pants, unbuttoning the and revealing his rapidly growing cock. He took it in one paw and coaxed it out of it's sheath, rubbing it up and down slowly, enjoying the grunts of Alex as he did so.
Alex suddenly rolled Jake over onto his back, leaving a trail of kisses down the raccoon's chest, unzipping his fly as he got to it, coaxing out his penis. He pulled out Jake's pants and then his own, lowering his muzzle onto Jake's cock, taking it as deep as he dared, Jake arching his back on the bed as he did so. His deft tongue wrapped around Jake's cock, sliding up and down it, sucking and nibbling on his cock as he went. Jake moaned loudly, feeling himself nearing climax.
Without warning, Alex thrust a finger into Jake's ring hole, making him cry out in pain and pleasure, sending him over the edge, making him blow his load uncontrollably into Alex's throat, the wolf swallowing hungrily, licking all the spatters and droplets of semen from Jake's cock, making him shiver in pleasure.
"Oh...oh...oh my gods..." Jake panted, pulling Alex up close to him and locking lips with the wolf once more. The taste of his seed was rife in the wolf's mouth, and he loved it, but he broke the kiss off.
"What's wrong?" Alex asked, looking suddenly scared.
"Now it's your turn." He said, grinning happily. He leaned over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a tube of lubricant. He smeared a liberal amount on his own tailhole, shuddering in pleasure as he plunged a finger, then two into himself to make sure he'd be good and slippery. He then applied a liberal amount to Alex's throbbing cock, eyeing it with hunger.
Alex stood up on the floor, turning Jake around towards him, flashing him the same roguish wink he had flashed him the first day they had met. He hoisted Jake's legs up over his shoulder and pressed his cock into him slowly, Jake letting out a soft moan as he stretched to accommodate the non-too-small wolf.
Alex began to thrust into Jake, slowly at first, letting him feel the full length of him sliding in and out of the raccoon, clenching his muscles and pressing his member deeper into him. Jake groaned in pleasure as the fat wolf-cock plunged into him up to the knot, his own cock growing hard again as he was speared on his lover's cock.
"Tie?" grunted Alex, face scrunched up as he began to ram harder and faster into the raccoon.
"Do it!" Jake moaned, and let out a cry as he felt the fat knot being pressed into his body. Alex began to growl uncontrollably, plunging deeper and harder, and Jake found it hard to keep quiet, the feeling of Alex filling him better than anything he'd ever felt
Jake couldn't take it and came for a second time, his hot load squirting onto his chest, his back arching again, forcing Alex deeper into him as he wrapped his legs around the tall wolf. Alex's growling grew to a climax, his pumping become harder and harder, until finally he drew back and rammed home, forcing his cock deeper into Jake then ever before.
He threw back his head and let out an almighty howl, his cock spewing a torrent into Jake, his leg's quivering from the effort of the orgasm, his whole body throbbing as he pumped again and again, until he was milked dry. He stood there panting for a few minutes, basking in the post-coital glow, tongue lolling to one side.
He finally sunk down onto the bed together, the two them still tied together, covered in each other's fur and juices, sweating as though they had just ran a marathon, but they were happy. They held each other close in their arms until Alex could pull out, then the two of them curled up together on Jake's tiny bed.
Jake pulled the covers over both of them and they lay in silence, holding one another as close as they could, breath and heartbeat as if one.
"I'm sorry, Jake." Alex said.
"Why?"
"That I took so long to admit I loved you."
"I forgive you, Alex, because I love you so much."
"And I love you too, my little masked thief." Alex said, kissing Jake on the brow.
And they held each other close there in the night, and eventually they fell asleep. If the end of the world had come, if everything else had failed, if they were the only two beings left on the world, it would be alright.
Because at last, they were together.
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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping, explode, magic, Prose that Blows 7 – Not So Final Fantasy (2011), Prose that Blows Winner: Most Original Story, Prose that Blows Winner: Sexiest Story
Text: Irina was only halfway through a mug of mead when Cerys ran into the inn and to Irina's side.
Irina sighed. "What did you do?"
"Nothing!"
Irina gave her a sharp look. "I told you I don't want to draw attention while we're travelling."
"No, really!" Cerys said. "I was just looking around the outpost and some men yelled at me!"
"Why are you worried? You're indestructible."
"They're scary! Oh no, here they come!"
The three men told an age-old story with their young faces and exaggerated movements. "We're away from home for the first time, we've discovered hard liquor, and we don't know our limits."
"There she is!" said one of them, pointing at Cerys.
"Save me!" Cerys hid behind Irina.
The innkeeper reached under the bar and came up with a cudgel. Irina caught the innkeeper's eye and shook her head, then stood to face the men.
"Why ya runnin'?" said one of the men, red-faced. "We just wanna give ya a drink."
Irina sighed. Well, Cerys did stand out. She couldn't blame her for getting noticed. "Why don't you guys-erk!" Cerys was poking Irina under her shirt. The growth from each touch wasn't enough for anyone to notice.
"Stop it!" Irina hissed.
Cerys whispered, "just making you look intimidating."
"We're not talkin' to you," said another drunkard. He was holding a jug.
"Hey, this one's cute too." said the third, who was shirtless. "Le'ss havvem both drink wi' us."
Cerys put her hand up the back of Irina's shirt. Irina swatted it away, but now her belly was bulging out of her clothes.
"Nah," said red-face, "too fat."
Irina muttered, "stop it before it happens again!"
"Maybe we don't wanna stop, lady," said Jug.
"C'mon," said no-shirt, "we'll giv'ya a drink, you giv'us a kiss."
The three of them laughed, not noticing both of Cerys's arms wrapped around Irina's belly.
"You idiot!" yelled Irina as her body bulged in all directions.
"Who ya callin an--wha?!" Jug looked up to see Irina surging forward. He instinctively swung the jug at her. Clumsy as it was, it put Irina on her back, on top of Cerys.
"Get out from there before--aaah!" Her yell hit a high pitch. She clapped both her hands to her mouth. The swelling was accelerating.
Dumbfounded as they were, it didn't take the men long to notice the bar emptying. They made it outside just ahead of the wall of flesh.
Cerys wriggled out the door, from under the flesh that filled it. Most of the crowd was standing well back, over in the town's main intersection, but the three drunkards weren't far outside.
"Whass' happening?" said red-face. Upstairs, the shutters were popping open as flesh bulged out of them.
Cerys took an unconcerned look at the scene. "It's kinda complicated... if I put too much magic stuff into people they have naughty thoughts, and that makes more magic stuff."
"Uh... when's she gonna stop?" said no-shirt. The last shutter opened, a comically large nipple poking out of it.
"And weren't you scared of us a minute ago?" muttered red-face.
"She won't. She'll get bigger and bigger until boom!"
"What?! You mean she'll explode?" The walls were cracking and buckling outwards now.
"Nono, she'll have an orgasm."
"Oooh... heheheh." The drunkards leered. Most of the buidling had fallen away from Irina's body. She still had both hands over her mouth, but her now-freed legs were thrashing around.
"THEN she'll explode."
"What?!"
"It's all right. She'll go back to normal."
"What about us?!"
"Oh, the explosion isn't dangerous."
"Oh."
"It'll just scatter magic stuff around."
"What?!"
"Don't worry, it dissipates quick."
"Oh."
"Unless there's a person around to absorb it."
"WHAT?!"
"Nnnnaa!" Irina's hands weren't enough to keep her silent. The three drunkards turned to run, but only tripped over themselves.
There was a BOOM and a flash of light. When it cleared, the huge shape of Irina was gone, and in its place were the three men, taking up just as much space between them. It took them several solid seconds of hollering to realize that nothing else seemed to be happening.
"Uh, beggin' yer pardon, miss," one of them said. Cerys wasn't sure which was which any more; they were all quite red in the face, the jug was sitting on the ground, and none of them was wearing a shirt, or anything else for that matter. "But aren't we gonna, uh..."
"It's all the booze." said Cerys. "It'll take you guys a minute to feel it, and you'll have to get really big before you go off."
"What? Please, we've learned our lesson, okay? We'll leave you alone! We won't ever bother anyone again! Just make it stop!"
"Oh, that's the fun part. You can't stop it, you can only delay it. But hey, there is some good news. Do you know what a refractory period is?"
"Uh, no?"
"Well, it means after you blow, you're going to have a little more time than Irina to run for it. Oh hey, looks like it's starting for you guys. Have fun!"
She wandered off towards the watching crowd, ignoring the protests behind her.
One of the men in the crowd looked uncertainly from her to the growing men. He tried to step back as she approached, but the crowd was too thick behind him.
"Uh... you're a sorceress, right?" he asked.
"Something like that."
"You were just teaching those drunks a lesson, right? We're safe over here, right?"
Cerys looked over her shoulder, and turned back with a smile. "Right now, none of you are close enough to them to get affected when they explode."
"Oh. Good." The crowd relaxed at the news that they could safely watch the spectacle. Some even jeered at the drunks.
Irina emerged from the rubble of the inn, unsteady on her legs and trying to cover her body with the remains of her skirt. But when she looked up and saw the three men, she let the cloth fall away as she set off on a dead sprint down the road, towards the gate out of town.
"Uh... she's sure running a long way," said the man.
Cerys shrugged. "Well, wouldn't you after what happened?"
"But it's wilderness out there, why's she going so far?"
Cerys didn't get a chance to respond before one of the drunks exploded. The crowd yelled, almost a cheer.
When the glare faded, only one man was left lying naked in the middle of the street, back to normal. "Where'd they go?" someone asked.
In the distance, another of the men, now much larger, fell from the sky and landed on top of the forest.
"Where's the other one?" said someone else.
Only a few members of the crowd thought to look up in time to see last of the drunkards landing on top of them. He wasn't heavy enough to do anything but rest lightly on top of the mob, but that didn't stop everyone from trying to escape. And he had, unfortunately, landed upright.
"Stop moving around down there!" he yelled. "Stop it! You're all gonna, you're gonnaaagh--" BOOM.
The intersection was filled with a pile of naked, bloated, screaming people. The now-normal-sized drunk had rolled down the pile and was unconscious, face-down in the the road.
Cerys surveyed the results. No one was actually growing, but the situation had everyone pretty much hysterical. Something needed to be done.
Cerys cupped her hands and shouted to be heard over the yelling. "HEY! LISTEN UP! You're all too small for it to get to you. You'll start shrinking in a few minutes."
That seemed to calm the crowd a bit. Cerys continued, "As long as none of you really like the idea of getting bigger and bigger..."
The pile shifted.
"...every part of you getting stretched and tight..."
The pile was starting to rise and spread.
"...towering above everyone else..."
The people towards the top were sent rolling down, a few of them burying the drunk just as he was starting to get back to his feet.
"...being so huge you can see for miles..."
A growing young woman was emerging from the pile. She had her eyes closed tight and her mouth in a grimace, fighting against inevitability.
"Oh hey," said Cerys. "I guess someone does!"
Everyone started shouting at once. "Isn't that one of the barmaids?"
"What are you doing? Stop it!"
"Stop growing!"
"I'm trying!" yelled the barmaid.
"See, that's what I love about you humans and your morals," said Cerys, not that anyone could hear as the barmaid loomed larger and larger over the intersection and the general panic resumed. "If you'd just let yourself go while you're still small, it'd hardly be a problem at all. But you fight it and try to hold back, and so..."
The barmaid barely made a sound. Just a sudden squirm, a sharp breath, and she exploded.
And then it was raining round, swelling bodies all over the town. Some cried out in fear, some cried out in surprise... and some cried out for other reasons, barely touching the ground before they themselves exploded.
Cerys strolled out of town, admiring her work.
The sun was going down by the time she found Irina hiding in a bush, well outside of town. Every so often there was another distant explosion, and more yells. The chain reaction was slowing as people spread out, but it had a while to go.
Irina glared. "I never should have let you out of that magic circle. I don't know why I let you travel with me."
Cerys grinned. "Then tell me to go away."
Irina didn't meet her eyes.
"No?" said Cerys, walking forward. "There's no one around, and no one's going to notice another boom tonight. Unless you're going to ask me not to touch you?"
Irina said nothing.
"See? You wouldn't have any fun without me," said Cerys, and gave Irina a big hug.
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Title: Testing Johnny Test – Chapter 1 by HornyBunny
Tags: 18+, Big Breasts, Creampie, Cum, Cunnilingus, Dukey, Dukey Test, FA: Shadowsnake, Fanfiction, HornyBunny, Human, Johnny Test, Knot, M/F, Mary, Mary Test, Orgasm, Rule 34, Shadowsnake, Susan Test, Transformation, Tying, Vaginal, Werewolf, janet, johnny, susan, tf
Testing Johnny Test - Chapter 1
"Johnny, this is the last time I'm going to tell you. You are staying with your sisters at their house, while we are on our vacation," Hugh tells his son as the sound of a horn echoes through the phone "that's our train. Be good and don't mess with your sisters." Hugh hangs up the phone and follows his wife to the train.
"I hate having to stay with them. They have gotten, so boring since they made all that money with their food growth stuff," Johnny says and stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
"Johnny, hurry up or we'll leave you" Susan calls up the stairs.
"Great, I'll stay" Johnny calls down to her.
"Too bad. You're coming with me," Susan says going up the stairs and entering his room. "That's enough clothes, come on" she says and pushes him out of the bedroom. She slips around him "come on" she says and snaps her fingers.
Johnny follows her down the stairs and out of the house to her car. "We just had a few rooms added on, so you don't have to stay in the testing cells this time," Susan says as she drives to her house.
"Good, I hate those cells. I know the doors didn't close accidentally last time," Johnny says looking out the window as the drive through Porkbelly. Half an hour later, a few minutes outside Porkbelly city limits Susan turns off the road and Johnny gasps when he sees the house built onto the lab. "Wow, I never thought you two would have something like that built onto your lab" Johnny says as they stop in front of the front doors.
"Yeah, take your suitcase and find a room. There's plenty to choose from" Susan says when he opens the door. Johnny pulls the bag from the backseat, carries it into the house, and heads up the stairs in front of him. He walks down the hall, stops in front of the first room, and pushes the door open. He steps in and looks around. A computer sits on a desk and large TV sits opposite the bed with the drapes closed "nice" Johnny says and sets his suitcase down next to the bed.
"Hey Johnny" Mary says leaning against the doorframe and watching him as he starts unpacking.
"Hey" Johnny says as he hangs his shirts up in the closet.
"I see you've grown up a little. I remember when you would have thrown your clothes on the floor," Mary says as he stars putting his pants and underwear in a dresser. "When you finish go get something to eat and meet me in the lab. I want to ask you something," Mary says and turns leaving Johnny before he can say anything.
"Oh great, they already want to experiment on me" Johnny says and closes the drawer.
He leaves the room and heads down stairs and turns left into the kitchen "wow, that's a refrigerator" Johnny says as she steps up to the door and pulls it open. He takes out some ham, cheese, and starts piling it up on bread until he has a large sandwich. He puts it in the microwave and watches the cheese melt. He takes it out and sits at the table and is about to take a bite when Dukey walks into the room wearing a black suit.
"Hey Johnny" Dukey says and sits at the table "I heard you were here and thought I'd come visit you" the talking dog says and watches Johnny start eating the sandwich. "Have they already tried to experiment on you?" Dukey asks and Johnny sets his sandwich down.
"Not yet, but they want to ask me some questions in the lab when I finish this thing" Johnny tells his best friend.
Dukey looks at him and turns "be careful, who knows what they have up their sleeve" Dukey says and leaves the room as Johnny finishes the sandwich.
"Yeah, I know. I hope they don't turn me into something" Johnny says and heads for the lab. "Hello" Johnny says as he knocks on the large metal door separating the lab from the rest of the house.
A camera looks at him "just a minute" Susan says and Johnny can hear the sound of metal locks opening. The door slides open and Johnny steps in and the door slides shut behind him "we need a few more minutes to get the experiments ready. Entertain the guests while you wait" Mary says and Johnny looks around and see Janet Nelson Jr, Sissy Blakely, Jillian Vegan, Princess Maribel, and Joni West standing on the other side of the room in bikini's. Behind them is a door leading to a pool "go for a swim" Mary says and the intercom cuts off.
"Come on Johnny" sissy says grabbing his arm and pulling him to the pool. "Let's race" she says and pushes him into the changing room.
"Okay, give me a minute" Johnny says shutting the door and strips. When he is nude, he looks in the mirror and smiles "that gym membership has helped", he thinks and flexes his arms a little.
"Hurry up in there or I'm opening the door and pulling you out nude" sissy says and Johnny pulls on a pair of shorts without underwear.
"This should show her what she's missed by being so mean to me" Johnny thinks and steps out and sees the girls lined up in front of him. He looks at each one of them with a feeling of dread. As he looks at each girl, he guesses their breast size, Sissy, Maribel, and Joni have C or D cup breast, but when he gets to Jillian he feels a throb between his legs and guesses her chest is a DD cup.
In a flash, five squirt guns appear and Johnny screams when all five girls spray him. He tumbles back and then watches as they dive into the pool. "I'll get you five," Johnny says and grabs one of the squirt guns and runs around the pool. Within ten minutes, he has sprayed each girl and is now sitting on the edge of the pool. He keeps sneaking peaks at the girls as they run or swim past him and feels a swelling between his legs.
"Don't just sit there getting hard. Come and join us" sissy says from the other end of the pool loud enough for everyone to hear. Johnny slides into the pool and swims over to her.
"Shut up" he says and splashes her.
"Don't lie. We all know you have been looking at us. No straight man can stay soft with all these boobs and butts around him" sissy tells him and splashes him back.
"Everyone in the pool" Susan says over the intercom.
Maribel and Jon look up and then shrug. They jump in the pool and when all of them are in, the water starts moving. The drain opens and a whirlpool forms pulling the girls and Johnny into the center of the pool and down the drain. They scream as they are surrounded by water. After a few seconds, they slide out of a pipe and find several robotic arms holding towels.
"Mary, Susan, What did you do" Johnny says grabbing a towel and drying his yellow and red hair.
"We brought you 6 here, so we can review some past experiment we did on you and we want the girls to keep an eye on you," Mary says stepping into the room.
"What makes you think we want to watch your little brother while you experiment on him?" Janet says and crosses her arms over her large breasts.
"You'll be paid and I think you could have some fun," Susan says standing next to her sister. "So, will you do it?" and each girl nods and Johnny feels the same sense of dread he felt when he left the changing room.
"It's almost night time, so I think we should start with the werewolf ray" Mary says and pulls a ray gun from her pocket "we were able to make it much smaller then it was last time" she says and points it at Johnny.
"Whoa, stop!" Johnny says and they ignore him and zap him.
He lets out a howl and looks at them "nothing happened" Johnny says looking down at his body.
"Just go to bed and we'll see what happens" Susan says with a slight grin.
"Bed time for all of you. We have rooms for each of you" Mary tells them and rushes them out of the room and towards the bedrooms.
They each get ready bed as the sun sinks below the horizon. Johnny looks out the window and sees the moon and feels a tingle all over his body "looks like something is happening" he says and grits his teeth as his body starts to change. He lets out a howl as the transformation ends and he pants, trying to catch his breath after the change. He turns and leaves the room "hungry" he says and heads for the kitchen.
"Why didn't they put a bathroom in my bedroom" Janet says closing the bathroom door. She turns and heads for her room, she stops in her tracks when she sees werewolf Johnny and gasps. He turns when he hears her gasp and she gasps louder when she sees he is nude "looks like someone finally transformed" Janet says and smiles when he walks up to her.
Johnny stops in front of her and sniffs her chest making her giggle, his breath tickles her chest. He looks at her face and then bares his teeth at her. "Johnny, what are you doing?" she asks and takes a few steps back until she looks down his body and gasps again. Between his legs, his sheath has swollen to twice the size it was a few seconds before and the tip of his cock is sticking out.
Johnny jumps at her, pins her to the ground, and howls as he starts grinding his growing cock against her belly. He grabs her nightshirt and tears it open, making her scream as her bare breasts as exposed to the werewolf. "Stop it" she says starting to struggle under him. She screams and tries to pull her arms free of his hand. She kicks missing his balls, but hitting his legs. "Let me go" she says as she struggles.
Johnny takes one of her nipples into his mouth and starts sucking on it, making her struggles weaken as pleasure starts to emanate from her hardening nipples. After a few more seconds he moves down her body to her kicking legs and lets go of her arms and quickly grabs her legs and holds them down and spreads them open. He sniffs her pussy and feels his cock harden even faster. He runs his tongue up her pussy and hears her squeal as pleasure floods her body. "Stop it" she says, but Johnny ignores her and keeps licking at her pussy. He drives his tongue into her pussy, making her hips arch as a wave of pleasure rolls through her body. He starts tongue fucking her, making her pussy get even wetter until she arches her back and screams into the empty hallway.
"FUCK YES! DON'T STOP!" she screams as her pussy ripples around the tongue and the flow of pussy juice increases. More then a minute passes before she collapses weak from her orgasm as Johnny pulls his long, flexible tongue from her pussy and looks down at her.
"Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. wolfie?" Janet asks with a smile and he grabs her hips. He drives his cock into her making her eyes roll back as pain and pleasure mix sending her over the edge again. Her pussy starts rippling around his cock as he starts fucking her. He drives his cock in and out of her pussy making the wet hole even wetter as his pre-cum spurts into her.
Johnny howls as he feels her orgasm again, he moves his hands up to her breasts and squeezes them making her hips jerk against him. "Stop! Let me roll over!" Janet pants as her orgasm ends. Johnny gives her a few more pumps and then pulls out of her with a wet slurping sound. She rolls over onto her hands and knees and sticks her ass in the air. "Fuck me like a bitch in heat!" she moans and reaches between her legs and spreads her gaping pussy open for him.
He drops to his knees behind her, grabbing her ass, pushes his cock into her pussy making her eyes roll back and her arms give out as pleasure fills her body once again. He starts fucking in and out of her pussy, making him moan as her pussy snaps around his cock until he pushes his knot against her pussy lips. "Do it!" Janet moans feeling the swollen knot pressing against her pussy. Johnny growls and pushes harder against her until she screams and his knot pops into her pussy, stretching it like never before. "Cum in me!" Janet moans feeling the knot throbbing,
Johnny howls and starts fucking her even harder and faster until he leans over her back and pushes his cock as deep as he can and unloads his werewolf cum into her pussy. His cock jerks as jet after jet of cum floods her pussy. Her belly starts to swell as his knot holds the cum in her pussy. A full minute passes before Johnny's tight body relaxes and he lays on her, pinning her under him as he enjoys the afterglow of orgasm.
"Amazing!" Janet moans as his knot slowly shrinks "simply amazing!" Johnny gives his cock a yank and his knot pulls free of her pussy and a torrent of cum follows it. She rolls over onto her back and enjoys the afterglow of release.
Johnny stands up and runs off down the hall and out of sight. "That's just like you. Fuck and run" Janet says running a few fingers up her pussy and scooping up the cum and sucks them clean "nice and sweet" she mumbles and starts to get up. She heads for the bathroom. She sits on the toilet and watches as white werewolf cum slowly drips from her pussy. She sighs as her body tingles with each drop of cum that falls from her clit.
The end | FSE |
Title: Best Friends Ch. 05
Tags: gay incest, mmf, bisexual male, two men one woman, threesome
The next week -- the first week since Pat and Jeremy and Jeremy's mother, Roni, became lovers -- went by painfully slow for all three. Pat and Jeremy had to see each other every day at school and conceal their lust for each other from their classmates. They both found themselves daydreaming during classes and sneaking longing glances at each other. Jeremy wanted Pat's cock back in his mouth in the worst way. Pat could not believe how much he wanted his friends cock back in his ass. Every time that week that he got a hard on, he felt a twitching at his back door needing to be filled again. Don't get him wrong, he was not a complete bottom. He still wanted badly to be inside of Roni and to take his friends anal cherry, but he also wanted to feel cock inside of himself again.
To ease his pain, several times during the week Pat found himself jerking off in the shower with his left hand while a shampoo coated right hand eagerly slid two, three, even four fingers deep inside his anal canal.
Things had to be worst for Jeremy. Not only did he see Pat all day in class, but he also saw his mom all night at home. And Roni had never been shy about wearing skimpy shorts and shirts around the house. Jeremy seemed to have a hard on 24/7! He had to keep it concealed at school, but walked around the house in a pair of loose shorts and no underwear in the hopes that his mother would see it and continue their incestuous relationship one-on-one during week. He even tried to slip up behind her one night while she stood at kitchen sink washing dishes. He rubbed his hard dick through his shorts against his mother's ass and felt her breasts through her shirt, excited to find that she wore no bra. But when her only response was "That will have to wait until Friday night when Pat is here," he went upstairs to his bedroom to take care of himself for what seemed like the 100th time that week.
Finally, Friday was upon them all. Jeremy and Pat, who also played on the basketball team together, gutted through the two hour practice in anticipation of the night to come. In the shower after practice, the two exchanged several glances at each other, but tried no to look too long in fear that their penises might spring to life in front of their teammates. They showered quickly drove home as fast as they could.
When the boys arrived at the house they hoped to find Roni naked in the doorway to great them. However, they instead found a note for them that simply read:
"Boys, I had to run out to work on a surprise for tonight. Have fun and I will see you soon. Love, mom."
The boys wasted no time in having fun. They headed straight to Jeremy's bedroom and practically ripped off their clothes. Jeremy dropped to his knees as if trying to grab a loose ball in basketball and engulfed Pat's dick as fast as he could. Jeremy loved feeling Pat's manhood grow in his mouth. He loved the first few strokes his mouth took on his flaccid cock and loved it even more as he slid his lips slowly over his quickly inflated rod. Pat grabbed the back of Jeremy's head and began thrusting into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy let his best friend fuck his mouth, grabbing onto Pat's hips to hold himself up. With each thrust Pat's dick went a little farther into Jeremy's throat, gagging his friend. Jeremy tried his best to loosen his throat to let his friend in more. The gagging was producing a good amount of saliva adding lube to the efforts.
"Oh, fuck this feels so good!" Pat announced. "Take my cock you bitch! Take it down your throat!"
Jeremy couldn't believe his best friend had just called him a bitch. What's more, he couldn't believe it turned him on! Jeremy began moving his tongue around and clenching and unclenching his throat muscles, adding to the pleasure that Pat was feeling. In no time Pat said he was cumming.
Jeremy pushed himself off of Pat's cock and began stroking it.
"That's it," he said. "Cum on my face."
Jeremy opened his mouth and watched string after string of Pat's creamy substance explode from the tip of his penis and hurl towards his awaiting mouth. Some landed on Jeremy's tongue, some on his cheek, some even in his hair.
While the boys were busy having their fun, Roni was out working on her surprise. As she approached the familiar door, worry and doubt filled her mind. What if this doesn't work? I could have a lot of explaining to do if this backfires on me. She threw caution to the wind and knocked on the door. The door was answered by a tall man in pretty good shape for being in his mid-forties.
"Oh, hi, Roni. What can I do for you?"
Roni took a deep breath. "You will never guess what our sons have done. Can you please come with me to my house to see this?" And with that, Roni drove Pat's dad Bob to her house...
They walked up the stairs and approached Jeremy's bedroom door.
"Now, this is going to be a bit of a shock. Whatever you do, remain calm and just stay here in the hallway with me and take it all in."
Bob could not imagine what the boys had gotten themselves into, but he was prepared for the worst. Roni slowly opened the door a crack trying not to make any noise to disturb the action that she sure was going on behind this closed door. Bob's jaw dropped to the floor as he looked in; he was frozen by the sight.
Laying on his back in the middle of the floor was his son, Pat, naked with his best friend on top of him in a 69 position. He stood there, stunned, as he watched Jeremy's cock disappear into his son's mouth and then reappear.
He was brought back to consciousness as he felt Roni's body on his back and her soft voice whispering in his ear.
"I found the doing this last weekend. Like you, I found this disturbing, our boys sucking each other off..."
Bob suddenly felt Roni's hand reach around his body and rub his member through his jeans. Both of them were a little surprised to find that Bob's cock was already hard.
"I can see you are finding this entertaining," Roni said. "I found myself drawn to that conclusion myself. In fact, I even joined them last weekend."
Bob could not believe what he was hearing, but could not help his interest in finding out more. Roni unzipped Bob's pants, slipped her hand inside and found his hard 8 inches, and continued:
"Your son is quite a fast learner. Jeremy loves receiving head from Pat. He is really quite the cocksucker, as you can see. I just loved feeling his shaft in my ass while Jeremy fucked my pussy. And he seemed to absolutely love having Jeremy fuck his tight hole. I have been trying to teach them about sex, but I'm sure that they could use a lesson from a man as well. I think all four of us could have some fun."
Bob nodded his head in agreement. It had been quite awhile since his wife had passed and, due to the same reason, since he had been laid. This was all too perfect for him. He had always desired Roni; she was simply stunning. And like his son, he had always had gay "tendencies." His wife used to wear a strap on dildo to fuck Bob's ass, then leave it on get in the doggy style position so that Bob could fuck her ass and stroke her "penis" pretending that she was a he. Bob had always thought of himself as lucky for having found a woman who was receptive to that fantasy. Now he knew that he was very lucky.
The two shed their clothing and Roni entered the room. "Hello boys. Enjoying yourselves?"
Jeremy rolled off of Pat and said, "Yes, very much. We have already exchanged loads and were just waiting for you."
"Good," she replied. "As promised, I have a big surprise for you. Are you ready for it?"
They both shook their heads eagerly, but were shocked when Bob walked through the door naked with a major hard on.
"OK, both of you get on your knees!" commanded Roni.
They did as they were told. Bob walked over to his son who had a puzzled look on his face. "So, I hear you are turning into quite the cocksucker. Why don't you show your dad just how good you are?" Bob grabbed his cock and pointed it right in his son's face. Pat slowly leaned forward, parted his lips, and slipped them over his father's head.
"That's it, son. Suck your father's cock. I want to feel the whole thing down your throat. I'm bigger than your friend, so you are really going to have to work for it."
Pat began sucking his father's tool. He couldn't believe how large he was and how much he was spreading his mouth. His dad didn't lie, he was larger than Jeremy. He started slow, getting used to the size. As he began getting more comfortable he began picking up the pace. He also began taking more and more of his father's cock down his throat. After a few minutes, Pat had worked all 8 inches into his throat and was pushing, trying to get it down as far as possible.
Not to miss out on the fun, Roni stood in front of her son, spread her legs and guided Jeremy's face to her dripping pussy lips. Jeremy dove right in, he had wanted to eat her again all week. He kept stealing glances of Pat deep-throating his father while he sucked on his mother's clit.
Almost in unison, Bob and Roni came. Roni covered her son's face in her juices while Bob filled his son's mouth with his seed. For the first time since his wife died, someone other than himself brought him to orgasm. He never would have guessed that it would be his son doing it. Pat pulled away from Bob's now empty cock and opened his mouth to show his father his mouthful of cum before he swallowed it.
Jeremy was overtaken with lust. He moved quickly behind Pat and pushed him over so that he was on all fours. Everyone in the room knew what was going to happen now and no one wanted it more than Pat. Jeremy spit onto Pat's brown opening and rubbed the liquid in. He spit there again, and then onto his cock, lubing it up quickly. He placed the head at his friends opening and asked, "You want this inside of you, right?" But he might as well have no asked, because he didn't wait for the answer. He quickly pushed in and Pat felt the slight pain that was quickly becoming familiar.
"Oh fuck yes!" Pat screamed his reply, and he reveled in the sensation of once again receiving a dick deep in his ass. He loved it and he loved that his dad was watching him get butt fucked. Jeremy ravaged his ass. Pat knew at this pace that his friend would not last long so he enjoyed the feeling as much as possible.
"Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck my ass! Oooh yeah, get it deep, deeper please. I want to really feel your cock inside of me. Come on, fuck me faster! Fuck my ass harder!"
Jeremy was pistoning in and out as hard, fast and deep as he could. He felt his friend's asshole pull on his dick with each thrust. Bob couldn't believe the words coming from his son's mouth, but knew that he got this desire from him. He remembered commanding his wife to use the strap on dildo in the same way.
Roni moved over to Bob and looked at him saying, "You get him next. I need to get you ready." Roni bent down and took Bob in her mouth, getting his dick nice and wet to slide into his son next. He looked down at Roni on her knees blowing him and then looked up just in time to see Jeremy grab Pat's hips, take one final thrust, and bury his load deep into his ass.
"Oh yeah, I can feel you shooting inside of me. It feels so good, your cock is pulsating in my ass, oh I love it! Give it all to me!"
Jeremy drained his balls completely and moved out of the way.
"Daddy," Pat said, "it's your turn now. Come screw your son's ass."
Bob didn't need to be told twice. He replaced Jeremy behind Pat and slipped the head of his dick inside of his son's ass. "Oh yeah," Pat responded.
"Oh, do you like that feeling? Do you like the feeling of being entered?" Bob pulled all the way out and entered the head again and received the same welcome response. He did this several times, sliding in, pulling all the way out and then reentering the hole. Finally, after the seventh or eighth time, Bob slid all the way in, burying his cock fully inside his son's tight, but slightly used, hole. "Oh my god! I can feel Jeremy's cum around my cock. Fucking amazing!"
"Oh yeah, use it as lube. Fuck me daddy. I want to be fucked good and hard. I don't ever want you to stop fucking me. Your hard cock feels so good! I feel like I am being split in two and I love it!" Pat kept yelling out filthy comments as his father fucked his ass hard. For a good fifteen minutes, Bob plowed into his son's back door and both were enjoying it immensely. Bob couldn't hold out any longer and Pat felt the cock inside of him become rigid. Then, he felt the warmth of his father's cum fill him up, mixing with Jeremy's semen that was still inside. The feeling made Pat blow his load all over the carpet. As Bob's cock shrank, he pulled out of his son's ass. Bob, Roni and Jeremy all watched the cum mixture follow Bob's dick out of Pat's ass and spill down his leg.
Bob looked at Roni and said, "Thanking you so much for making me aware of what our son's were up to. What's next?" | literotica |
Title: A Bargain Made: A House Fallen Ch. 03
Tags: mind control, female-dominant, female-female sex, sorcery, medieval fantasy, lesbian
Neral sat in her study to the left of the cracking fire, light reflecting not only in her brown eyes, but from the dagger before her. Usually sheathed to her hip, she let the light dance as she contemplated what to do with it. "If it is him, I can't kill him. I want to. Under other circumstances I could, but not like this."
"You have more than enough evidence, my love," Bryana answered, her disdain for the people they were discussing crystal clear.
"Evidence that I can't use publicly," she said, fighting the urge to groan in frustration. "Ordinarily I could lay the claim, Lord Vesik would be tried based on my evidence, and could either accept the verdict or challenge me. He would never accept the verdict, so he'd take the challenge, and then I kill him." She said it with the certainty that another would in claiming that the sun would rise in the morning. As Commander of Erette's armed forces who had seen more than her share of battle in her still young life, she could afford that certainty.
She stretched her legs as she contemplated her position. She wore a simple gray gown, preferring simple when at home compared to the body armor or formal dress required for the day. The long skirt was slit up the side to afford freedom of movement, and one of her few eccentricities was that boots were a near constant part of her attire. From regulation uniform boots to every other style she possessed, she simply felt more comfortable and secure in them, probably from having spent most of her life trudging about in them. The soft leather of her black ankle boots was a bit of a balm just then.
"I cannot go to the queen with what I know because, what do I tell her? It all comes to me from my husband the Healer and his apprentice, but they are not simply healers. They used forbidden magic and manipulated minds so that I can know what I know. Whether or not \*he\* is tried would be the least of my worries."
Bryana paced in front of the bookcase on the other side of the room in her white-sleeved burgundy gown. It was simple, but gold trim gave it a touch of class. Her blonde hair moved with her in such a way that it seemed to share her agitation. She stopped, turning toward Neral, crossing her arms, "Let me kill him. No one will be able to trace it to you. No one will be able to trace it at all. He would simply not wake up one morning. It would be more peaceful than the end he plotted for you and the queen."
"No."
She was incredulous as she approached the table. "How can you say that so quickly and firmly? He was going to use you to kill the queen. He was going to kill you." Her tone softened just slightly, pushing back guilt and shame that came with remembering, "I almost succeeded in making that a reality. You cannot just ask me to sit idle and let what he's done go unanswered. We've already ended people in this."
Deres watched them go back and forth, saying nothing until now, marveling over how things had turned and twisted to reach the point where they could live as lovers and squabble like marrieds. And that it had become the three of them together was glorious. His wife had chosen to bond with him irrevocably, and, while Bryana hadn't chosen the changes to her, she was happy and was precisely where she wished to be. "Middlemen," he said smoothly and casually. "Ending them makes such plots more difficult to employ in the short and long run. We didn't kill Prince Kudan and, for many of the same reasons, we shouldn't kill Vesik."
"We're not even completely sure he's responsible yet." She set her blade down and ran her fingers through her brown hair, fighting off a wave of mental fatigue. "So Kudan saw Vesik's house mistress pick up a money drop. It certainly suggests that she is involved, but not him." In her heart though, she knew it was likely true. The House of Vesik and the House of Jaye had sparred for generations, and within the last few, Vesik had fallen slightly as Jaye had ascended. Such was likely to continue to be the case with her family's close ties to the royal family. Any one of those reasons was enough to attempt to eliminate the queen and the Jayes in one action.
"We'll know soon," Deres told her.
She turned to him, marveling at the light in those dark blue eyes and the strength in that body that belied his true skills. "We will?"
He nodded. "Things are already in motion on that front. We'll know in a few days. I'll handle it myself."
Bryana almost rolled her eyes and Neral smirked knowingly, "You will, will you?"
"It has to be done quickly and correctly, so I'll be the one to handle it."
"And it has nothing to do with said house mistress being comely in the extreme, of course?"
He looked correctly appalled at the idea. "Certainly not, Neral. I am a married man."
"And, as we all know, marriage prevents dalliance," she nipped, enjoying the rest from the back and forth up until this point.
"You would know," he jabbed back.
"That my activities happen at all are things \*you\* made part of me, I will point out."
He shrugged, "You and Bryana are happy. I suspect if I called in your other bedpet and asked her, she would be most pleased as well, so...you're welcome?"
"I am so," Bryana said, her voice sweetness.
Neral looked at her, "I am, too."
The sorceress leaned forward, propping herself up on the table with her palms, "Then let us accept as a given that the comely house mistress will likely be cumming, and let's move on." Her tone turned more serious. "If the dear Lord is involved, let me end him."
"No," she said again, more firmly, as if speaking to a subordinate, and, in some ways she was. "Others may choose to connect it to me because they heard whispers second or third hand of Vesik's plot. That such would put my family in danger anyway is intolerable enough, but what if someone decided to believe or act on the wrong whisper? One of his allies acts against a family otherwise oblivious to this in his name? Or they simply take advantage of the turmoil to gain position? The result is potentially the same. If there were a clear path of evidence..."
"That a man like him would never allow to exist to start with," Deres added.
Neral ignored it, but it was true enough. "If there were a clear path of evidence, I could act and the fallout would be limited and such that the queen's skill could control it. I am the protector of the people and I won't risk unleashing Goddess knows what mess by killing him without law and tradition at my back."
Deres finally rose from his chair, "Then, if he does have responsibility in this, and he cannot be killed, he has to be ruined. He has to be so publicly shamed that, not only does he lose position, everyone around him will distance themselves from him like rats from a burning house and no one would \*want\* to retaliate in his name."
Bryana contemplated his words, "Also, if it's outlandish enough, those close to him that might know or suspect he employed those versed in forbidden magics would be too paralyzed to act even if they wanted to out of fear of...equal reprisal."
Neral studied her carefully, noting the wheels turning behind her eyes. "You are still evil."
Bryana noted the wide grin on those full lips, "Only in your service, love."
Deciding that, if they did not yet have a plan or even the makings of one, they had a goal for said plan, she felt calm enough to put away her blade and the daydreams that went with it. Slipping it into its sheath, her skin tingled knowing his eyes were upon her leg that was now exposed to the thigh. She loved and wanted him; that magic made that true didn't matter. It was a magic she chose and she was glad of it daily. "What are you looking at?"
"Just noting that where that long, beautiful leg should stop, there is simply more long, beautiful leg."
Neral deliberately draped her skirt over it. "Perhaps you can explore them later."
"And later still, amuse us all with a dissertation comparing and contrasting her body with that of the house mistress."
Deres's eyes narrowed, "I never should have allowed you to regain speech."
Neral rapped her knuckles on the table, "Lady and gentleman, we should focus on what we should do in the event Lord Vesik is as responsible as we believe him to be. I will be perfectly happy to listen to you trade barbs later." She genuinely would be, too. They were words of love and mutual admiration disguised and it gave her joy to listen to and share in the occasional battles of rapid-fire wit.
They spent the next two hours on the what and the how depending on what the questioning revealed. It was wicked and it was twisted, but, if successful, it would ruin his position, if not his House, and wouldn't cause any ripple effects beyond at least a decade of whispers at Court.
With everything as decided as it could be for the moment, they prepared to leave the study for the late supper that her own house mistress, Tessa, was no doubt making sure was kept warm for them. At the door of the study, Neral wrapped her arms around her husband's waist and looked deeply into the eyes of the man who owned her in every way she wanted to be. "You know you do not need my permission for...whatever with that girl. You have it anyway."
"She is a temptation," he admitted, pulling her close to him, "though I have many."
"Just make sure she shares what she knows and helps us, and you are free to do as you please, as you always are. Though, to be honest, I would not mind that dissertation at some point." Her fingers went through that close-cropped dark hair, enjoying the almost bristly texture.
"Goddess."
They paid Bryana no mind as he nodded. "As much detail as you wish. I do...like how you have settled into yourself."
"I like what I am. Wasn't that your hope?"
"It was. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy it in its own right."
She kissed him. "Fair enough."
Days later, Neral took some time to enjoy the changes from old self to new. When moved, canceled, and shorter than anticipated meetings left her with a couple of unspoken for hours on a mid-week afternoon, she took the time to meet with her own house mistress. That the meeting was taking place in the general's grand canopy bed was increasingly becoming, while not the norm, less and less unusual. What had started simply as Tessa coming in to report that she'd given Deres the information that Vesik's house mistress would be at the markets that afternoon as he'd asked had evolved quickly. Tessa thought nothing of the request. What she had been able to gather from about the house suggested that she or her master had wronged Neral in serious fashion, so whatever response would happen was called for, as Neral Jaye was not prone to overreaction.
Before the spell that bound her to her husband, Neral was often rigid in manner and worldview. That formality was something that was still a part of her and would always be due to upbringing and position, but she could relax now, shedding it all for a time to simply enjoy being. {He made me better.} And wasn't that the purpose of marriage regardless of its inception: to make one another better?
Being able to see the beauty in any woman as much as any man was undeniably better as she looked upon the sweet, quiet soul who managed her house and, in many ways, her life while the young woman straddled her. Tessa's flaming red hair fell to her mid-back and was usually as meticulously kept as the rest of her because she knew well that her appearance and bearing invited judgments more on her House of birth and employment, and the latter's Mistress than Tessa herself. It was something she took as seriously as her mother and all her mothers before her almost as far back as she could trace.
Neral amused herself simply looking at that mother earth body. Tessa's thighs were meaty, but muscled and the rest of her body was plump in ways that only served to accentuate her femininity and invite fingers and tongue to explore that softness, from the fullness of her ass, to the way a hand could sink ever so slightly into that belly, to the breasts that hung large on her chest with the pale nipples that begged to be sucked and bitten as they had been very recently.
The sheets were rumpled and sunlight streamed in through the windows as Neral busied herself with the all important task of looking into those emerald pools and trying to count the freckles that dappled her chest. The tactician in her also was curious to see how long it might take the girl to blush under the scrutiny. The answer was, 'longer than expected,' but it still pleased Neral to see those cheeks redden. "Yes, Mistress?"
A hand went down the younger woman's breastbone before squeezing and hefting her right breast, causing a pleased yelp. "You are so beautiful, Tessa."
"Thank you, Mistress." She eyed Neral critically and hungrily. "And I have always thought you so. I've always admired that body." She became just a tad wistful as she gazed, "Envied it, really. I watch you spar and I've heard stories of you on the field from those that were there; you bettering five men at once." She leaned in to gently kiss a scar that went across her ribs just under the left breast.
"I know that story, and it was only three."
Tessa laughed as she rose from planting kisses, "You say that as though you expect it to diminish your skill."
"Only correcting the record. But don't discount your own body. It's capable of more than you think. I would be happy to teach you, if you wish."
Her eyes lit. "Really?"
Neral nodded. "You might need a skill or two. I see how the men follow you around the markets."
"And speak to me for half an hour before they look up and realize that my voice doesn't just come from the air around them." They shared a laugh as Tessa placed Neral's hands on her own hips and ran her hands up and down her forearms lovingly, "I accept that they will be necessary to continue my line properly...but you do know that...men have never been my first preference, don't you?"
"I do."
"I have always been discreet in that. I would never bring shame on my House or yours by flaunting such in front of those that might care."
Neral rose and wrapped her arms around the plush redhead, letting her hands caress her back, "Let the fact that we've never once had the need to discuss it be my response to that."
Tessa kissed Neral's temple and down her cheek as they embraced. "I only mean, ultimately, that I have always been...available to you and am happy that you're now choosing to take advantage of that."
"My loss until now," Neral admitted.
"Know that I am also available to your husband and your other. I don't fear the guild mage."
Their play stopped for a moment. Neral could not quite hide her surprise and Tessa enjoyed that even as she feared displeasing her, explaining, "Healers don't wear guild marks and runes on their skin."
"For allegedly secret guilds, it seems that everyone knows about them but me."
"Don't feel badly. Nobility only seems to see what at it's level. For the poor and working poor that can't afford what you can and still need, they seek out other means. I know of them. I'd never deal with them. They can be unpredictable and, for me to deal with them would invite punishment for myself and perhaps for you. I would risk neither. There is also the truth that you have seen and understood more of the lives of those beneath you than most of Court. It's another reason I admire you."
"Pragmatism, Tessa." When she looked at Neral in wonder, the general continued. "It's always seemed prudent to acknowledge and respect those who make make your house and, in more ways than one, make your House run. That they know where you sleep and prepare your food is no small matter either."
She smiled. "You are respected as well."
"That pleases me." She wanted to go back to something that piqued her curiosity, "You don't fear the mage?"
She shook her head. "She is here because you wish it and I know you, you would not endanger us. Aside from that, she lives as your protector. It's in her eyes and the way she walks, even here in the safety of your home."
Neral searched those eyes. There had never been deceit or manipulation in them even once. She would take secrets to her grave if need be. "I will tell you the whole story one day."
"You will tell me when and if you decide it becomes my concern. Until then, all I see tells me it does not need to be. A concern I \*should\* like to discuss?"
Neral began to kiss across her pale shoulder, "Yes?"
"Now that you have a husband and...one day down the road I should like to carry forward my line and would prefer to forgo courtship and marriage to a male...?"
Ties between Houses were complex, and, usually generational things. One family begins work in a high position within nobility, trust is built, and then, for nobility, that House becomes first choice for other positions and ties deepen. Indeed, Tessa's mother still proudly served Neral's. Lines blurred with time passed and affection built. Perhaps the first instances were a barren Mistress wanting a child or one with a wandering husband who simply didn't care so long as he strayed with one so trusted. Children that came from such mixing were generally favored and got opportunities from the more powerful House that would likely not appear otherwise.
At any rate, Neral understood so completely that she didn't bother to stop her petting. She had in fact expected it whenever it happened that she did finally wed. "When that time comes, whenever it does, we would be happy to assist."
Tessa squeezed the iron-firm thigh within her reach, shivering at the fact that it gave so little as she noted and enjoyed the word choice. "We?"
"I care for and respect you. It would," she groped for the proper word even as she groped those full, alabaster breasts, "wound me to know you were suffering alone with the gender not your preference, necessary as he may be." Lust crept into her voice, "I believe I can make it easier for you."
"A man is not exactly torture." She gasped when she felt and saw Neral obscenely try to put as much of one breast as possible in her mouth while pawing the other, "But I would like that very much, Mistress."
Neral stopped what she was doing to purr, "Considering all the things we have done up to now, and all we probably will do, when we are like this: alone and intimate, you can certainly call me Neral."
"Perhaps I prefer to call you Mistress." A coquettish smile came with the words.
Neral's brows lifted. "Is that so?"
She nodded. "Next to you as a thousand men and women wait for your command? It makes my toes curl."
Neral kissed her. "Just when I think I know you, you surprise me. Well, dear. Let's see if we can't make those toes curl now."
To Be Continued... | literotica |
Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, blueberry inflation
Text: "If we do this, you're sure you can fix it, right?" Violet bit the corner of her lower lip, partly in anticipation and partly in apprehension. This was, of course, entirely her idea. But that didn't mean she was willing to charge forward no questions asked.
"Yes, I've double checked everything just to make sure," replied Charlie. "It's as safe as anything else you've done before. I wouldn't let you do it otherwise."
It had been years since Violet first toured the Chocolate Factory. In the aftermath, her ordeal of turning into a human blueberry had haunted her for the longest time. But as she grew older, she unintentionally found herself fixated increasingly on the event. Her mind kept going back to it, to the Three-Course gum, and to the inexorable inflating (there was no better word for it) caused by the final course. Eventually her anxiety turned to obsession which turned in turn grew into a secret desire.
Finally, she broke down and contacted Charlie, who now ran the entire works, and sheepishly asked if she could do it again. That had been a few years back; he agreed, and Violet had been to the Factory a few times in the interim, chewing the experimental gum willingly, knowing the outcome yet still frightened by it. Intellectually she was aware of what was going to happen, but emotionally each time it was akin to riding a roller coaster.
'Riding a roller coaster,' Violet mused, 'that's exactly what it was like, only multiplied ten-fold.' All of the fear and excitement, but no real danger. Violet found herself hooked on the adrenalin rush. Previously she tried roller coasters, real ones; she tried sky diving; she even tried bungee jumping off of bridges. But they weren't the same. They were all over...too quickly, leaving her empty and depleted. Inevitably she came back to the original incident, so she pursued the only course of action available to her and reached out to Charlie.
Each time she blew up into a blueberry, she got the adrenalin rush she needed. It carried her for a while, until she could no longer deny the yearning to go again. This time, however, she had something new she wanted to try. She outlined her plan to Charlie who agreed, albeit begrudgingly. And now here she was back in the Factory, late at night and away from prying eyes.
"Okay...go!" yelled Violet, staring intently at the giant white television camera from her spot on the platform. There was a flash of light and then...nothing. In her non-existence, Charlie rushed over from the controls to the modified Wonkavision receiver and fiddled with some dials. Whereas Mike ended up about four inches tall, this specific receiver was larger, so the end result was bigger. From darkness, Violet experienced herself being pulled back into reality, like slowly waking up from a deep slumber. Coherent again, she looked down at herself, completely normal save for the fact she was about twelve inches tall.
"Holy cow!" exclaimed Violet, "That was totally trippy! I feel like a Barbie doll!" She thrust her hip out and posed momentarily for good measure. Satisfied, Violet hopped down onto the tabletop and tried on her new size for good measure. "I can see why Mike wanted to do it again...that was so weird."
After a minute or two of wandering about and chattering on aimlessly about her scaled-down perspective, Violet settled into her new size and was ready to proceed. She sauntered over to a length of string, although to her it was akin to a piece of rope. She picked up one end and tied it firmly around her ankle, tugging at it once or twice to make sure it was secure. She reached into the pocket of her blue one-piece jumper, pulling out a sizable flask along with a piece of the Three-Course gum she so desperately craved.
Violet adjusted the wide red belt set on her waist, seemingly to straighten it. In reality she was attempting to calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach (the belt was merely a prop anyway, as a throwback to her first brush with becoming a blueberry). Violet's consciousness was dizzy with possibilities, nervously anxious to what lay ahead. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve.
"Well, here goes nothing," Violet declared with false bravado to no one in particular. She placed the experimental gum in her mouth, chewing deliberately. Violet savored the rich taste of tomato soup, her exhilaration germinating as the lingering flavor faded to be replaced by roast beef and baked potato; her hand unconsciously glided lightly over the surface of her abdomen, determined to perceive any changes as they occurred.
The act of blowing up was the act of losing all control, surrendering it. It was more the polar opposite of an act however, because all the recipient had to do was nothing...immobilized first by fear and disbelief, then by their own expanding frame. While Violet's mind raced, her body remained firmly still except for her rhythmic chewing.
As the main course waned, Violet stirred from her uncharacteristically silent aspect and quickly popped open the flask; the stopper unhinged with the sound of a gunshot, making her jump slightly. Her nerves had been progressively on edge, ever since she hopped up on the Wonkavision platform. The feeling became more intense each passing moment.
Violet took a swig from the flask then paused briefly. She decided for more and tilted the flask back again, chugging this time. The Fizzy Lifting Drink churned and bubbled, imparting a steadily growing bloated sentiment on top of her ample 'meal' thus far. Violet swiftly stoppered the flask again and set it down.
"Here it comes!" Violet announced. As the sweet zest of blueberries, flakey crust and rich cream saturated her taste buds, Violet's heart pounded harder. Momentarily overwhelmed, she stifled a quiet moan. Unwittingly Violet swallowed bite after bite of the blueberry pie and cream. The seemingly endless dessert vied for her attention as the Fizzy Lifting Drink went to work. As she saw the deepening blue hue creep across her exposed skin, Violet realized she timed it out almost perfectly.
"I should've had a mirror set up, so I can watch myself," Violet speculated to no one, her voice suddenly trailing off. "Oh...oh...it's starting to happen!" Violet's eyes widened as she looked down at her belly. Her blue one-piece had specially-designed pleats and seams; it would conform to her curves but, as Violet filled out, her outfit would fill out as well to accommodate.
Violet's midsection incrementally surged in girth, her belt going from slack to snug to tight in nothing flat. Even as Violet's waistline flourished, she could feel herself become lighter, a byproduct of the Fizzy Lifting Drink.
"I feel funny," Violet quipped aloud, oblivious and lost in a multitude of clashing perceptions. Overstrained, her belt burst off with a resounding 'crack!' and her midriff billowed outward at an alarming rate. Simultaneously her still-swelling form lifted and gently rose upward off of the tabletop, buoyed by the Fizzy Lifting Drink. As she drifted lazily higher, Violet swelled rounder and fuller with each passing second.
Violet could feel herself inflating, blowing up like a blueberry. Her impending sense of helplessness and the burgeoning tightness within her were inexplicably offset by a spreading impression of airy lightness. Gentle breezes caressed her skin and casually bounced her around. She closed her eyes for an instant, trying to take it all in.
As the string reached its limit, the sudden jar causing Violet's eyes to open. Looking down, all she could see was a massive blue hemisphere curving out below her...she was completely spherical save her head, hands and feet. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, 'fruitlessly' she thought in what she considered a witty pun, making her smirk. With no purchase she found moving her feet only bobbed her around to a greater extent.
Violet flapped her hands, also useless, then bent her fingers, as best she could, against her distended shape. At least she could enjoy the tactile sensation under her fingertips, the skin tight and smooth, fabric stretched to its limits. Ever nerve-ending tingled with expectancy until Violet felt as if she was going to explode.
"We did it!" Violet proclaimed, "I'm a balloon! I'm actually a big, round, full, blue balloon! String and all!" And she did look like a toy balloon tied up there, one that anyone could buy at any fair or carnival. Violet inwardly shuddered in prolonged excitement, unable to move, bending to the whim of whatever random eddies and currents happened upon her overly enlarged form.
"So," Charlie spoke finally, "what now?"
Violet looked mischievously over at her stunned roommates, Amber in a same-styled yellow jumper, Chloe in green. They both shuffled nervously at what they had just witnessed for the first time, but were still deeply intrigued nonetheless. Curiosity, as it were, had no bounds, and Violet had definitely piqued their interest.
"Well," said Violet daringly, eyeing them both, "whose next?" | bodyinflation |
Title: First Taste by Rechan
Tags: M/F, Masturbation, Mouse, Raccoon, Short, Voyeurism, Weasel
Everyone has a secret desire, our weakness, something dirty and shameful that we hide from the world. An addiction. For me it was sex.
It started out small enough. Well... eight inches is small, right? Size is relative, and all that, but it does matter, and... Getting ahead of myself. Eight inches of black latex, almost as thick as my wrist, with a motor inside that'd make your teeth chatter when set on "Richter scale". It was a Carisbrooke model BR453, "Rocket". To me, it was Bruce. Oh the batteries we went through...
Back in high school, I knew other girls were having sex, and I wanted to too, but the boys wouldn't even look at me. I didn't blame them. A pipsqueak of a mouse, barely any curves to speak of, dressed like a school marm or a nun-to-be, soda bottle glasses, straight As, one of three Valedictorians... I was invisible at best. I ached for all the things a girl does; love, affection, companionship, and a rock hard dick sating my needs. But I couldn't have it, so I settled for focusing on school work and picked up Bruce. I love the internet.
Maybe I focused on school a little too hard. Putting all that frustrated energy and all my loneliness into my studies meant suffering in the friends department. Being an only child with cousins who lived out of state, it meant I grew up surrounded by adults; it's why I relate to teachers much more than my peers. Since I wasn't predisposed to be a social butterfly, there was no incentive to try and no successes, aside from the tiny ring of invisibles and castaways that clung together like survivors on ship debris. But all that achievement scored me enough scholarships to have pick of the litter for schools, which tore me away from the circle of confidants I was so interwoven with.
I always told myself that as soon as I reached a higher level of education, the kids would be different, would appreciate my intelligence and my character and not the fact I looked like I was born to be a librarian. Sadly, middle school proved to be the hormone breeding pit and the real beginning of social stratification, high school amounted to a micro-cultural battle ground, and college became a shadow of high school with harder classes.
Old habits die hard; I stayed in the same rut. Hard work, avoiding any semblance of a social life, and watching everyone have fun outside my bubble of isolation. Except this time, two things were different. First, I discovered online sex. Sure, porn was interesting for ideas of fantasies, but the interactive nature of the internet really opened up to me; I got to roleplay actual hot sex and explore fantasies, and it hit me like a sledge hammer. Since freshman classes were lightweight, I spent a lot of free time on the computer, and upgraded to a new toy (named Duke).
The second exception was the fact I had a roommate. Back home I had my own room and parents who gave space, but now the issue of privacy reared its ugly head. To say the least, there many a long night I wish I could have had Bruce or Duke, especially with the online stuff really taking off. So, mentally I was exhilarated and filled with pleasure and desire and all these new ideas, but now I was really, really getting sexually frustrated. Finally, near the end of the semester, I just said fuck it, grabbed one of my Boys and started blowing off some steam in a bathroom stall.
After spending the summer back home with more quality time between me, my toys and my computer, I came back to college to a new roommate. Carmelita was the opposite of me; athletic, curvy, energetic, and above all, a party girl. A built jaguar on the volleyball team and in a sorority, she considered herself an expert on dating, fashion, and men. Her brand of "encouragement" also reinforced my dismal opinion of my appearance, such as dropping a half-full box of pizza on my homework and declaring, "You have to eat something to get some curves, chica."
Another one of her charming qualities was the belief that spending my weekends in front of a screen was a grave sin. I should be "experiencing the grand opportunity of college". Initially I loved the privacy when she went out, but after the first few weeks, it became a week-long battle to be left behind. She wanted to drag me out to "have fun".
Eventually, I caved.
Naturally, she took me to the worst place possible for a girl with issues of body image who believes boys can't see her: a frat party. Scratch that, a kegger. Carmelita was under the impression that as soon as I dived in head first I'd take to it like an otter to water. Yeah, right. Proving her wrong was no victory I took pride in, and it didn't stop her from hassling me the next weekend either. But something did come of it.
Almost as soon as we walked through the door, Carmelita waded into the throng of people like she belonged. Oh sure, she introduced me to a few of her "sisters" and a boy or two, but the former were too chatty with each other for me to really feel at ease with the conversation, and the latter paid too much attention to my roommate's chest. After that, it felt like we were at some sporting event - my roommate on the court, doing her thing like she was born to do it and me on the side lines silently cheering her on at first, before soon losing interest.
To say the party initially was a drag is an understatement. I played the part of the wallflower for about thirty minutes, tried to take the initiative by diving into a conversation or two and ending up failing with flying colors, and stumbled over myself to avoid a few pledges who looked drunk enough to puke on my at a moment's notice. Eventually I spotted a freshman who looked like she was in the same situation as me. Angelique, I think. We huddled together and talked, and for a while I felt good. That's when things started to really pick up.
I'd been drinking. It was my first time, and in addition to seeing what all the fuss was about, my plan was that after a few beers I'd loosen up. Despite the stuff tasting awful, I downed two or three cups, and after talking with Angelique so long, nature was ringing pretty loud. Seems nature was having a conference call; both the downstairs and upstairs hall bathroom was occupied. The one in the master bedroom of the frat house was thankfully empty.
Once finished, I glanced into the mirror. Carmelita had attempted miracles to give me a makeover, but one is limited by the resources at paw; those thick glasses perched on my sandy gold muzzle, and I still only capped five foot one. Rather than in its braid, my black hair bounced in curls. A snug t-shirt I didn't wear too often, which did nothing to hide my scrawny shoulders, had been carved to complement what little chest I had. Below that hung a skirt I'd been willing to part with, left to the jaguar's artful tearing to show off some thin legs. The big hoop earrings my roommate had lent looked goofy in my ears; they just hung there like coasters. Dress heels ended the little outfit that couldn't.
Staring hard at my reflection, I took a second to step back from my glowering self-pity. I didn't look bad. Not able to compete with the half-dressed bunnies and foxes downstairs, but all right. Maybe it was just my disposition; there I was hiding in the corner and too afraid of that look on someone's face when I fumble, can't think of anything to talk to them about, and stutter to silence. Other people, especially in crowds, were scary.
That sounded pretty insightful. Or it could be the beer talking.
My thoughts were shattered by a slamming door. In the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom, I could pick up hushed whispers and rustling. Staying as quiet as... well, a mouse, I listened. More of the same, with the occasional wet smack. Cradling the doorknob, I eased it in a turn, and slid the door open a crack.
A couple was sexually mauling one another. From the way they were standing, I could only see him from behind. He stood tall, lean and really slinky, some weasel or mink, and his dark hair hung up in some Asian topknot. Gripping the back of his head clutched a dark paw, and the sound of wet kissing was everywhere, while the other groped up and down his back, and I could hear nails sliding against the nylon of his tight top. Said partner didn't let his shirt stay on long, peeling the mustelid's top off and baring a long expanse of dark, honey fur. Those pants didn't last long either, and I had a good eye full of the taut legs and an ass so tight and bitable contained in a pair of silky little boxers.
Even if he had picked her over me, it would have been too rude to walk out of the bathroom and get the hell out of there; disrupting their moment could have ended the guy's chances. Shutting the door and just waiting in there would have been a no go, because just listening to them fuck would have driven me crazy. So I watched.
Dropping a hand to my breast, I began to squeeze. It was dirty to be getting off intruding on their moment, but the weasel was kicking up some fierce, spicy musk, and the alcohol had coursed through my little body, and he looked so good.
Behind his partner swayed a banded tail, dark and chestnut brown, something I assumed belonged to a raccoon. When his head ducked down, grabbing one of her tits to suck on, the hunch was confirmed. I recognized her; the girl that sat a row or two in my Comprehensive Writing course, a little brunette with a full figure named Lilly. I could see the black nipple of the large breast his paw was mauling, and the way her eyes crinkled shut, with flared nostrils and whiskers twitching, how she hissed into his ear, I knew he was sucking good and rough on the other. Teeth settled over his ear as she stuffed a paw into the back of his boxers. That got his attention.
It got mine too. Watching with bated breath I stared at the pair, palm kneading over my breast. As the weasel worked her nipple around, tugging on it roughly, I did the same to my own. Beneath the trimmed t-shirt, I rolled the hard nub around. The other paw sneaked downwards, palm grinding across the inside of a thigh, before I squeezed both of them around my hand. It must have been the booze taking away my inhibitions.
Down went the mustelid's boxers, peeled off that peach of an ass. It was taut with lean muscle, melting into equally toned, powerful thighs, juicy enough to make you want to sink your teeth into it. Lilly's fingers dug into the curvature, making the furred flesh dent. That lit a match to her boy's fuse - he shoved her backwards onto the bed. From there, he practically tore her jeans off, and yanked a little red thong up off her ankles. Apparently he liked those legs up in the air - paws wrapped around her ankles and leaned forward, bending her in half.
It occurred to me that I was still watching them. Sure, you'd think that'd be obvious, but if I could see them, they could see me - Lily at least - so I wisely repositioned myself. Easing down onto my knees, I lay down and scooted around until my head rested next to the door's crack, peering out at them. Dropping a hand to pull my skirt up, I traced myself through the common cotton of my panties. I know the details of my feminine geography like the back of my hand, but it doesn't stop one from prolonging the tease, caressing every sensitive spot.
With the shifted angle, I had a perfect, unobstructed and safe view of the action. His pink-white shaft, long and thin, moved up into position above her flush, black mound. Crotches met with a wicked, wet slap, and they were off, fucking with such tenacity that I could feel it from ten feet away.
Musk, rich and twanged with both genders, flooded the room. Juice-slicked flesh smacking together and joined with the grunts, hisses, and moans, made a sexual symphony that had me drunker than the cheap tap downstairs. I dragged the bothersome panel of my panties aside, giving room to work over now sopping folds. The courting of thumb and clit hood lasted far too long, but being sensitive, it required careful affection. The rest did not. Without further a due, two fingers eagerly filled me, quickly stirring in a hungry circle, and from there my digits spread, stroking all around with the swirl of my wrist.
If there's one thing to say about those living slinkies that are mustelids, it's that they can fuck. Lilly's boy pressed her ankles as high as he was going to get them, and bade her hold them, while his hands went... somewhere I couldn't see, but I assume solid enough to brace. Because suddenly he was doing pushups, shoving his shoulders back. That force traveled right down his spine, muscles rippling in its wake, and with the ferocity of his thighs pumps, he was driving the headboard into the wall at a demanding rate. The rhythm matched the dull thump of the boy's nuts across one of Lilly's broad ass cheeks. Above him, the mustelid's tail wafted like some streamer caught in the wind, graceful tremors telegraphing his every motion.
Compared to the racket they were making, I was silent. Not too great a challenge; I had spent a few nights my first year rubbing myself to delirium while my roommate slept, none the wiser. While my heart beat against my ribs like a coked out drummer, slow, even breaths came out of me. It became something to concentrate on while fingers fluttered about inside of me, then got down to business, pumping away hard enough to grate knuckles over the heat-flushed skin of my mons. Skin whisked across the linoleum as my tail undulated with every finger's shuffle.
Technique, not just enthusiasm, was part of the beau's repertoire. Winding fingers around Lilly's ankles, he spread her legs lewdly wide, to the point she hissed in discomfort. From there, the mustelids dipped his hips downwards and began to bounce her on his lap. Apparently the shift in angle did something for her, because it reduced the 'coon to desperate squeals. Suddenly her tail beat against the bed and an urgent, keening chitter erupted. I swear I could see the fluids bubbling out of her. One of the male's paws darted downwards, grinding his heel vigorously over the top of her dark quim.
Staring but barely seeing, I gritted my teeth at the feel the tension building. Close, so close. Tilting my hip some, I raised my upper leg and planted a foot on the floor, spreading thighs and really giving me room to work. Being as experienced as I was with myself, it didn't take long to strum all the right keys. With a little work from my wrist, I found it: that sweet spot. The pressure applied to it curled my toes and put boiling tension on the interior, and was more intense than a root canal. Despite the sensation, I needed more; with a swivel of my hand, I quickly started assailing the pearl of my clit. It became just a matter of pressing down and whisking back and forth, rubbing feverishly in between pinching into me further down.
I lost track of the couple in front of me. Sure, I was staring at the meeting of flesh, imaging that was me being drilled so well by him rather than by myself, but other than that I had no clue what was going on. Pressing and rubbing fingers back and forth, working... Working... The pressure was too much. Finally I turned my head, stuffed my nose into the crook of the other arm, bit down, and let out a great, muffled moan. All I could see was stars. Having my fingers saturated beneath the flow of fluids, clutched and milked by the quake of my muscles was merely secondary to the full body roil inside of me like some internal fire works show.
Lying on the floor, riding the ebbing crest of ecstasy, I worked to keep on going. With a bit of elbow grease and some strumming, the lowest part of one climax can become the beginning of another. There's no telling how long I stayed there, just toying away, an endless loop of semi-coherent surges of endorphins and fluids.
Lilly said, "...was great, but I need to clean up first."
That cut through my euphoria like wrecking ball. I sat up as quick as I could, sucking in a sudden breath. Oh shit. I practically jumped to my feet - bad idea, as my heels didn't want to find purchase on the fuzzy bathmat (what college guy has a bath mat!?) and my legs were still oh so wobbly from moments before. With a stroke of panic-stricken creativity, I stepped out of my heels, into the tub, and then huddled in the back behind the shower curtain, silently praying that Lilly wouldn't notice me.
What if they caught me? Everyone at the party would know. It'd be a laughing stock, or labeled a pervert, or a slut. Would people talk to me then? What would Carmelita say?
Several long, tense moments went by as Lilly washed up in the sink, cleaned her self off, and used the commode. She looked at herself in the mirror, primped and a million other things while I was busy turning blue from holding my breath. Finally, she left, and I sagged, opened my eyes, and relaxed.
Then her beau came in. He noticed my heels long enough to kick them aside on his way to the toilet. Apparently he cared less about his hygiene, and once finished, walked back out to continue locking lips with Lilly. After about ten minutes of post-coital play, the two got dressed enough to stumble down stairs for another beer.
I made a run for it. I didn't care about washing up, getting the stink of sex off of me, just made a bee line for the door and out into the night. The whole walk home I thought about it, and the more I walked the hotter I got, the more my thighs rubbed together with each step. The thrill, the excitement, the sheer ... wickedness. When I got home, I attacked myself with a vibrator. Then I enjoyed a well deserved shower.
When Carmelita came stumbling in about two hours later, we talked. I told her about the evening up until the fated bathroom peepshow. It was hard to talk down about the party when I was still riding the high, but I managed. She dismissed my dour opinion of it all by assuring me that I was just too shy to enjoy myself, and that I'd get over it once I get out there more.
Lying in bed, pretending I could simply ignore it all and go to sleep after that, I couldn't help but reflect upon what I'd done, seen. So hot, so lewd, and they had no clue I was there. It was dirty and I felt guilty, yet just thinking about watching the pair sent a ruddy glow to my ears, made me warm elsewhere. After half an hour of reflection, I tried to distract myself with some headphones and soothing music, assuring myself that it was a rare occurrence, and I wouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing again.
But it would only get worse. | FSE |
The whole neighborhood heard it when Iris woke up in the morning. It served as their alarm clock, of sorts, given that the chameleon got up from bed at seven o’clock sharp on the regular, ready to start her day in the most energetic way possible. For everyone else living on the same street as her, it was their one warning to get everything done within the hour if they wanted to go anywhere at all, since the moment Iris walked out onto the streets, there wouldn’t be a single thing that could save any onlooker from the immediate effects of being in her presence.
Maybe, if some were lucky, they’d be able to get to their jobs that day; not that it really mattered if they failed to do so, as their employers were more than understanding of their unique housing arrangement. After all, living next to a physical goddess wasn’t something that most people were ready to endure, especially given the lack of any protective measures that could feasibly be put into place; no, those who made their residence in that neighborhood simply had to learn to wrap their schedule around Iris’, assuming they didn’t just want an excuse to be in the street next to her, that is.
Plenty of them had taken full advantage of the situation, having realized that if they weren’t going to be reprimanded for falling prey to the chameleon’s aura of dominance, then they might as well throw themselves into it with abandon, creating what Iris considered to be the hard nucleus of her group of worshippers, ones who, regardless of their reasons for doing so, always turned up at the same time, right outside her door, ready to start heaping praise upon the very ground she walked on. For Iris herself, however, this was entirely secondary to just about everything else she had going with her life; twisting the minds of onlookers through pure perfection alone so that they could think of nothing other than adoring her at every waking moment of every waking day was, if nothing else, expected at that point.
Long gone were the days when the chameleon was surprised, or, heavens above forbid, even slightly embarrassed by people following her around throwing whatever compliment they could cook up at her; years down the line, having fully accepted her own divinity, the musclebound goddess had learned to take things in stride and let them resolve themselves, as they usually did: she’d go about her day, people would follow her while loudly proclaiming her to be the apex of perfection, and when she closed the front door to her home behind her, all those little supplicants would go back to their own domiciles and dream of another day to come. They didn’t dare get in front of her, nor even inch remotely close to her; Iris was, ultimately, a goddess, and as such deserved to be left physically untouched unless otherwise requested.
Granted, it was slightly cramped at times, but she couldn’t exactly complain, given what was causing all the blockage; besides, it gave her an opportunity to lift things, if only to immediately put them back down, which then led to further muscle development, and therefore an even more perfect physical form to show off to everyone around. She’d been stuck in that cycle for a while, so long in fact that Iris could scarcely remember a time when she wasn’t the extremely hyper-endowed giantess that she saw in the mirror every day. The chameleon knew, intellectually speaking, that her past did happen; despite the fact that her new divine status effectively imprinted her onto the fabric of spacetime to the point where she had always existed, this truth coexisted with the simple fact that, sometime in the past, she was just a small, unassuming lizard whose biggest goal in life was being able to bench press her own weight.
How exactly she went from there to what she was nowadays was anyone’s guess, because Iris certainly didn’t remember, and didn’t care to remember either; why spend any amount of time dwelling on a useless past when she had such a bright future ahead of her, every single day waking up slightly bigger than before? The chameleon had stopped counting a while back, mostly because she was spending a small fortune on markers for no real reason, and instead invested in a mirror with a built-in scale; this lasted for an almost astounding two weeks before it became obsolete, at which point Iris had to start making calculations based on relative sizes of different parts of her body… which, given the musculature on display, made it slightly harder than it would be for most people, not to mention how her house just seemed to expand the more she grew, keeping everything nice and proportional so she’d never feel too claustrophobic inside of her living space.
All of it without actually changing the building’s external dimensions, of course; it just so happened that wherever Iris happened to be just naturally inflated outwards in order to hold the chameleon there without any damage to her environs, even if it meant others around her suddenly had to walk a lot longer between aisles in the grocery store. After all, by her latest measurements, the chameleon figured she had broken the thirty foot line in terms of sheer weight, with her width and other measurements being… a bit more complicated. She wasn’t built like most people, in that while she was big, her individual proportions were only as large as she figured they should be, which itself depended massively on whether or not she was actually paying attention to any specific part of herself, or merely being, at which point her form would take on a more “default” set of sizes.
This latter one, the one that most folk saw whenever Iris left to get her shopping done or carry out any tasks that needed to be done in the front yard, was still wildly excessive compared to what anyone else could achieve; her biceps alone were bigger than most cars, and that was without her flexing to make them bulge out even harder, while her legs were about as thick as centennial oak trunks. This was to say nothing of her colossal chest and the set of pecs she had on full display, nor the pair of tits complementing them perfectly as they took up most of the space in front of her, smushing onto the ground for several feet outwards and sideways from her torso.
Hidden away beneath it all, of course, was her most prized possession, but that didn’t come out until it was strictly necessary; very few people were truly prepared to witness a shaft of that size, making her feel responsible for any exposure to it, and the least amount of it the better! Still, her body in general was enough to make anyone who saw it completely lose their mind, and quite literally so; a single glance and they would be fully subverted by it, transformed into a mindless supplicant whose sole purpose in life was to worship the chameleon goddess who walked among them… but that day, Iris had better things to do, because just as she opened her fridge to peer into the vast warehouse inside, she noticed it was mostly empty, requiring an emergency trip to the local superstore in order to fill up for the next week or so.
Thus, after the customary seven or so courses where every ounce of mass she consumed was duly converted into yet more muscle for her to sculpt her body with, Iris set off; that she was entirely nude was no issue, seeing as she’d given up even trying to find any clothes that fit years prior. If there were any out there, they wouldn’t be able to survive for more than a day or so, given that her body was constantly improving itself; even when she wasn’t paying attention, Iris’ form had reached a point where it merely existing was enough of a strain on itself that it was left with two options: collapse into itself… or continuously grow stronger in order to withstand its own demands, which naturally led to it becoming bulkier, thus needing it to develop further muscle mass, and before she knew it, Iris was stuck in the most delectable of vicious cycles.
Her height was the only aspect of herself that seemed to go unaffected by this, apparently content in remaining around where it had stabilized some time prior; everything else though? She’d take a step outside, cracking the cement pavement as she did so, and feel her legs develop an extra few pounds of mass; she’d lift something, anything really, no matter how innocuous, and have to stifle a moan from being able to tell just how much heavier her biceps had become, or her back had widened, or hell, even her abs had hardened further thanks to her having to bend down to pick that something up. Everything made her bigger, as it should be, and it had reached a point where even Iris didn’t know whether it was because of some external reason, whether it was because the universe itself had always worked that way and she just stumbled onto the correct sequence of actions performed in order to unlock this potential… or if she was the one causing the changes by wanting, nay, expecting them to happen.
The latter option held more merit than it might initially appear; she was, after all, a literal goddess (even if only self-proclaimed, which given her divine nature, hardly meant anything), and it wasn’t the first time that she found herself standing around, doing absolutely nothing, only for her body to expand further whenever the thought crossed her mind. In fact, as she got ready to open the front door to her home to go get her grocery run done, Iris stopped to look at whatever parts of herself she could actually see; though her head was still perched atop a neck strong enough to bend steel around, her form was so wide and bulky that some bits just weren’t visible from where her eyes were. So she closed them, focusing instead on her kinesthetic sense in order to identify where she was, where her everything was, down to the last individual tendon.
She figured it was about time she tried something out a bit more deliberately, and as a result, willed her biceps to grow even more, with the chameleon doing her best to keep her muscles as limp as possible, eliminating the possibility that any growth could’ve come from her straining herself; instead, she merely stood there, commanding her body to grow… and so it did. Iris had maybe a couple of seconds before she both heard and felt herself slamming into opposite sides of the hallway when her biceps, by that point having bulged out to become about as big as the rest of her combined, finalized their first growth spurt. It took slightly more than it should for Iris to realize that she hadn’t told her body when to stop, and as a result, she only managed to halt the explosive expansion when those two particular parts of her had become so massively oversized that even she was having trouble carrying them.
That is, until the reality of the situation hit her, and Iris came to understand what had just happened: she had commanded herself to grow, and she did. Therefore, if she did so again, that time with a focus on recovering proportionality, then-yes, yes, that was exactly what she needed! Barely a blink, and again her house rumbled as the spatial distortions almost failed to keep up with demand, her body surging in every direction in order to get back in line with those oversized biceps of hers, leaving her so tremendously gargantuan that, for once, her head was close to sinking into her own neckbulk; though her height hadn’t gone along with it, keeping her as tall as she was, that hardly seemed to matter when she suddenly become so much wider without even breaking a sweat!
Sadly, it would appear that things were simply not meant to be, because of course she couldn’t have her fun without someone trying to remind her that she wasn’t supposed to be letting that side of her out; she could feel them, already tugging at the back of her head and demanding that she grant them an audience, and in that moment Iris remembered why exactly she didn’t just unleash herself on a regular basis. Seeing as groceries were going to have to wait, the chameleon turned around, and in doing so, found herself not staring back at her own home, but rather on one side of a large wooden table within an immense, lavishly decorated meeting room.
There was a large panoramic window giving her a perfect view of the “outside”, which was either a projection of Earth spinning through space, or the actual planet as seen from orbit; it was always hard to tell with that place, seeing as it constantly shifted whenever either her or its other occupant bothered to pay attention. For she wasn’t alone in there, and quite unfortunately so: her coworker was already waiting there, dressed up in a fashionable tuxedo and looking like he was ready to attend some kind of high-class gala, contrasting perfectly with Iris’ nude form.
The giant wolf on the other side of the table was, for better or worse, the person she’d been assigned with for the custodianship of the planet, the one other being who had successfully reached divinity through their own actions; unfortunately for the poor pup, he’d done so via flagrant abuse of physics and the distortion of spacetime itself, rather than through a self-sustaining power loop like Iris. While he was still leagues above the little mortals down below, capable of warping reality to the point where it simply ceased being, he could never quite compare to Iris herself, whose mere presence was often enough to make the man quiver; the fact of the matter was that her own divinity was, in many respects, far superior to his, being based less on disobeying existing Law, and more on subverting it to fit her own purposes. A thin line, but a line regardless, and one that separated the rank amateurs from those who would attain true perfection.
Perhaps this is why the canid was so insistent on calling her up whenever he felt a disturbance, so he could feel more important about himself when he scolded her on “proper procedure” or what “the rules” were; he seemed to enjoy doing so with a kind of energy and excitement that bordered on the downright adorable, as if him reciting the literal rule book at her actually mattered, as if any of the things written down on it were, in any way, capable of affecting her or holding her back. She was the undisputed goddess of that world, as much as the wolf liked to think otherwise, and thus, Law was whatever she determined it to be… or rather, Law was whatever she felt like it should be at any given point of the day, whenever she bothered to remember that most people liked having a universe that made some coherent sense.
Most of the time, the chameleon was content in just enjoying herself, which was probably why her god-consort had decided to ruin her day by calling an emergency meeting.
“I see you’re breaking conservation of mass again,” the wolf began, stifling a sigh in the most delightfully theatrical manner possible, “I thought I warned you about this last time, you can’t just magic up more muscle mass because you’re feeling horny.”
“Why not?” Iris retorted, leaning forward onto the table and letting her bust spill over its surface… while it lasted, before her increased weight snapped it like a twig, “You know, you can do it yourself if you want to, it’s not like anyone really cares.”
“There are rules, you know!” the other god fired back, “Just because you don’t want to follow them doesn’t mean th-”
“The rules are what we make of them, little pup,” the chameleon interjected, “especially since our so-called supervisors decided to stop showing up. Can you guess why that is?”
The answer was one they both knew, yet only Iris dared to utter. It was obvious, from the way their “superiors” had looked at her the last time they were around, that the term hardly applied to them anymore; Iris had long-since surpassed everyone “above” her on the divine hierarchy, and it just so happened that the only reason no one did anything about it was that she was perfectly fine hanging around her homeworld without much concern or care for anything else.
The wolf, too, was perfectly aware of this; he just knew better than to bring it up or acknowledge it, preferring to live in the polite fiction he had concocted in which the two of them were actually equal to one another, if not in power, then at least in status. It was utter bunk and they both knew it, hence why the chameleon goddess happily reminded her consort of it whenever she physically could; it was just so fun to watch the little pup squirm as he battled with his own inferiority that, frankly, it was worth the hassle of being called up to begin with.
“You know full well that doesn’t mean anything!” he tried to reply, “Just because they’re scared doesn’t mean we don’t have a responsibility to our charges!”
“And has anyone come to harm?” Iris mused, somewhat tired of having to go through that argument whenever the wolf couldn’t come up with anything else, “All I did was make myself bigger, which, need I remind you, might actually be a plus as far as everyone else is concerned. Overall meta-stability hasn’t been affected, and while the inner dimensions of my house did suffer a bit, no one got hurt. So why did you call me here again, if not to ogle at me?”
The sudden shift at the end of the sentence, along with the appearance of a deviously smug grin on Iris’ face, went entirely unnoticed by the wolf god for a few seconds, until his brain caught up with itself, processed what it had heard and was seeing, and promptly made both cheeks on its owner’s face light up like a pair of high-power searchlights. What came afterwards were a series of mouth noises that could charitably be described as an attempt at words, though they came at such a quick pace in such rapid succession that they ended up tripping over one another, leaving the whole sentence unintelligible. Certainly didn’t help that the wolf himself was so obviously embarrassed that all he could do was try and block Iris from view with one hand while attempting to make it look like he was merely dismissing her; this didn’t work, like it never did the many other times it was attempted.
“That’s not the point and you know it! I’d never debase myself in such a manner!”
“And yet you do so on a regular basis,” Iris kept on prodding, “which makes me wonder just why you won’t admit it. I mean, I get it, I love to ogle at myself too! Hell, I have people whose whole job is to ogle at me and let me know how good I look! It doesn’t make you any less of a man, little pup, it’s just normal around me.”
Iris couldn’t help but cap off that last sentence with a giggle. Very few times could she give herself the luxury of actually addressing someone in such a manner; her perfection was such that to even speak to anyone at all was bound to make them fall to their knees in blind worship. As much as the wolf god tried to deny his own growing adoration, he was still the one entity on or near that planet that yet offered a modicum of resistance to her charms, and there was a certain enjoyment in that. Being able to just get anything she wanted with a snap of her fingers became boring over time, so having someone who still drew lines in the sand was entertaining, no matter how pointless it was for them to do so.
“Listen, I have better things to do with my day, but if you wanna swing by later, please, by all means” - Iris turned around to leave the room, which in her case amounted to slightly shifting her body slightly to the side before facing the wolf for one last comment - “just please, leave a note on the door so I know to grow a little bit more before you get to see me again.”
The other god in the room was about to say something, but whatever it was, Iris didn’t bother waiting to hear it; instead, she turned around completely, and much like she’d found herself in the divine office before, so too did she end up outside her house rather than back in the entrance hallway. It was a beautiful day, a sunny day, and just like always, the group of supplicants was there to let her know that she was, indeed, incredibly perfect and beautiful and the supreme everything of everyone, among other, far less comprehensible compliments. As always, Iris nodded towards them and let the entourage tag along for the walk to the grocery store, not even bothered by the fact that her body was so much wider than before that even its innate ability to distort space around it wasn’t enough to keep it from spilling onto the street.
Not that any drivers were going to complain; the few that hadn’t managed to escape from the chameleon’s aura during her short detour upstairs quite simply gave up the moment they had to stop their vehicles, at which point they opened the driver’s seat door, unbuckled their seatbelts, and promptly plopped out of whatever they were at the wheel of, to stumble over themselves in order to reach Iris as quickly as possible. As always, by the time she reached the nearest superstore a couple of miles away from her home, the chameleon giantess had several dozen people trailing behind her, competing for the prime spots at the front of the group, that they may bask in Iris’ glory more closely; none of this would really matter though, since just before she entered the establishment itself, the chameleon turned to face her supplicants and asked them to stay put.
She knew this was akin to literal torture for many of them, having to be separated from the light of their lives for such a long time despite knowing they were so painfully close, and to a certain extent, it was precisely this bit of knowledge that made it so delicious: it was knowing she had over a hundred people, slobbering over the mere thought of her, dutifully awaiting her return, as per her command.
It made for a wonderful background thought process while she busied herself clearing out the shelves; someone as immense as her required a suitably impressive caloric intake, and though the local businesses weren’t at all fond of the giantess leaving them bereft of any stock, they couldn’t complain about the money rolling in. It was never an obstacle for Iris; her status as a goddess ensured that she was ever as wealthy as she wanted to be, which just so happened to mean that, at any point, she veered from merely rich enough to own her own island nation, to being the literal definition of obscenely wealthy.
It was all relative, though in the end, the result was always the same: if it cost money, she could afford it, regardless of what the value itself was. Hence why she preferred to do her shopping by just literally buying everything in the store and letting the folks in the admin department handle the rest.
As long as they allowed her to do so, then why ever do it in any other way? | yiff-extreme |
Tags: Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: It turned out a lonely, stormy evening outside and within the Pneumatown aquatic recreation center it'd be no different. Beyond the tinted windows that normally let in sunlight from outside, the world was dark and gray. Thick clouds obstructed the sky and lightning flashed in the distance as heavy rains had just started coming down. They pelted on those windows as heavy droplets, creating a loud pattering that'd be the only sound in the otherwise empty indoor pool area. Within, empty waterslides remained dormant while still waters softly flustered and an abundance of Pooltoys lay stacked up haphazardly in a corner. There was a certain air of desolation about the place and it was just because closing hours were nigh and the weather was less than ideal for some pool fun.
Evidently all this was not enough to stop one particular young swimmer from attending the pool at merely a half-hour prior to closing time. The silence of the pool zone had been broken by her clapping footsteps made of sandals, breaking through the absent droning of pouring rain outside. A pair of nostrils belonging to a cute little button nose had whiffed faintly, taking in the aroma of the pool being the pungent combination of Chlorine and latex mixed together. Delicately pointed and lengthy ears perked curiously, much as the pair of baby blue eyes widened in awe of the place, completed by a smooth little mouth curved up into a delighted beaming smile.
She was, undoubtedly, an Elf; that much was clear not only in her ears or the sweet elegance of her face, but the tenderly proportioned curves of her lithe young body fitted into a swimsuit that matched the color of her eyes. It was like some hybrid between a one-piece and a bikini, the thong and top held to the body by latex strips with a particularly thick one bridging the gap across her belly from her lush bosoms to her perfect Y-shaped groin smacked between two succulent thighs. Even if she didn't have that much body, what existed would be perfectly sculpted to what was expected of Elven physical beauty.
So flaunting along, at a lightweight pace set across hard and damp ceramic tiles, the young Elf eyed her environment with all the wonder of a child. This was weird, and could only have come from one who'd never seen a public pool before. Yet, now that it was empty, and not noisy and smelly with a hundred men, women and children, the waters looked pure and actually habitable for a creature as high-class as an Elf. Maybe that was the reason for her delight as she'd flounce over the pool's edge and beam at her reflection in the water, before extending a delicately small foot therein to test the temperature. The touch sent a ripple over the rather still and wobbling water, and caused her to giggle; clapping her hands together once. Then so, with an eager grin, the young Elf again extended herself, preparing to step into the pool, but-
Tweet! A shrill whistle-chirp had interrupted her, causing her to blink and gape around just to wind up laying eyes on its source. "Yo! Might wanna wait 'til a Lifeguard's on duty, lady!" a chipper young man's voice chirped over the droning and babbling of water inside the building and out. Coming from the same direction as the whistle, the girl's eyes locked upon the fair form of a young man strutting out towards her from the Lifeguard's room in the center of the pool complex. He was wearing a skintight red top and pair of shorts used for swimming, where a pure white cross indicated his status as a Lifeguard. Clear blue eyes under a mop of fluffy blonde hair greeted her along with a happy smile that seemed to warm up the day around them. This had to be the lifeguard in question and he looked pleased despite the presence of a swimmer in the pool so close to closing hours.
"Oh!" The young Elf snapped to, whisking to face him and clasping her hands together in a show of grace; "Good evening, sir Lifeguard!" She'd returned the warm greeting with one of her own, and a cheerful grin to match. "I am Lena, of the forest," she'd explain, her words clear as crystal and delicately feminine, yet awkwardly enunciated. "I've come to your pool of swimming, to partake in your teachings on the art of life guarding."
The young male's expression loosened, to a completely blank look composed of utter confusion. His lips pursed up, his brows raised and he'd blinked once, maybe twice. "What?" was the most he could say, before skewing those eyes and peeling the lips back into a confused grimace. It took him a good minute to process just what the Elf was saying, when he translated it in asking, "You want to become a lifeguard?" The eager, warm nod he got had confirmed it, and loosened up his composure to return to a bright smile. "Well..." Considering her swimsuit, with the cross notified upon her breast matching his own, "I see you already got your uniform, so you must've passed the entrance exams already! But, lady," he then huffed, beginning to protest lightly, "couldn't you have picked a better time to come in? We're literally a half-hour away from closing."
"Oh?" Lena the Elf hummed, blinking her bright blues questioningly as she stood rooted in place; hands delicately hovering around her hips and legs set together to form a straight line of the body. But then realizing her error and the awkwardness of the situation had the young elf's expression drooping, "Oh my..." while she'd murmur her worry and turn her eyes to the tiled floor. "I have erred, for I have not foreseen that this building would have hours of operation." So then, she heaved a quiet sigh and began to step away, announcing "I relinquish my request, sir Lifeguard; forgive me of my trespass, I beg."
Evidently Lena sure talked in a fancy manner and it was hard for the far-more-casual boy to translate, into "English, please!" Even though he did find it rather amusing. A big grin stayed on his face, though, as he'd draw close and stop the Elven girl in her retreat, where he reassured her; "Don't worry 'bout it; I can't give you a formal swim lesson but if you'd like to just swim around," he invited her by extending a smooth arm unto the pool beyond, "be my guest!"
Twas enough to put cheer and mirth back into Lena's face, as she'd perk back up and stare questioningly into the boy's face. She murmured, "You speak the truth?" Before her eyes followed his arm to the pool and with the confirmation made in a nod- the girl simply exploded in a show of sheer happiness. "I thank you, sir lifeguard!" would be her cheer, completed when the blonde beauty threw herself at the boy and wrapped her soft, slender arms around his waist! His slender and streamlined chest had faintly puffed out where he drew in a surprised gasp, his arms frozen at his hips and his eyes locked down at her. Yet his surprise had been lost on the girl, as she'd be beaming warmly up into his face and her eyes began sparkling with joy. "I have always desired to swim in this pool, with these beautiful water clothes granted me! You have provided me my joy, and so I thank you!"
But here the boy was, paralyzed by Lena's sheer proximity, as such would be the closest it ever would be what with her slender figure smushed up against his. Had she no concept of personal space or propriety? Not that the Lifeguard minded too much; after all, she was cute! So he weakly smiled, heaving a chuckle of the same, and being unsure of what else to do had managed an awkward but sound pat upon her back; "No problem." It was enough to get Lena to separate from him, at least; her body receding before she lingered in place with a mirthful smile on her face and her hands pleasurably clasped together. "My name's Bleu," he'd mention, placing his hands on his hips; "I'd shake your hand but I guess among Elves, a hug is greeting aplenty, ey?"
The mention, concerning her hug, had put momentary doubt in Lena's eyes as she'd purse her lips and widen them. Her cheeks very faintly reddened, "Ah," and she drew in a breath as if to explain but words came out far later than she'd wanted. "Forgive me," she asked instead, bowing in her overtly-formal and apologetic manner, "I could not contain my excitement, of being granted access to your pool of swimming on this evening of dour weather. My knowledge of human customs is peculiar," she humbly explained, straightening up again with a worried pout to her face, "And I hope earnestly that I have not offended you with my closeness."
"Hah!" The boy Bleu had to grin; she was so innocent and sincere, it was adorable. "Don't worry about it," he granted instead, reassuring her by a boyish, careless grin; "Nothing wrong with a hug, I'd say; I like to get up close and squeeze people myself, every now and again." Whether or not that was true, it was just to comfort Lena. In of that he flicked his hand to the pool again and went on, "But please; go, enjoy yourself! I'll be watching over you."
A smile surely enough had returned to Lena's face and she affirmed, "Guarding my life, as a Lifeguard should." Then so, merrily had the young Elven maiden turned aside and hopped into the water as she'd been doing before Bleu interrupted her. She seemed all too happy to be therein, surrounded with cleaned and filtered water that she'd merrily splash about her. Her giggles were heard rupturing through the pool area even as Bleu stepped away and traced the edge. He was happy, seeing as Lena was already having such a good time, and just for her- since there was no one else around anyway- he'd go and pluck out some of the best pooltoys from the pile and throw them into the pool with her. They plopped onto the surface and bobbled voluminously, their airy forms comfortably settled thereupon like the floaties they were, and with their presence Lena had rejoiced. "Thank you, Sir Bleu!"
"No problem!" The boy called back, laughing even, while he looked on and observed the Elf's almost child-like infatuation with the pool, the water and especially the Pooltoys. The water around her was shallow, barely up to her hips, so the pooltoys were allowed to be in there without being a safety hazard like what applied to many other public pools. Not to mention this town was far more lenient than most when it came to having objects in the pool. That was all part of why Bleu worked there instead of at any other town. In that he left Lena to enjoy herself, while he went and made his rounds to ensure everything else was sound for the night. The young Lifeguard saw fit to leave his junior be, for the time being; after all, she was a lifeguard too. How could she drown or get into any trouble, in shallow water, at closing time? It was easy for Lena to wade around in the shallow water, and her slim body sifted perfectly throughout by delicate strokes of slight limbs. Her slick blue swimsuit, of a similar material to the soft and squashy pooltoys around her, had a way of melting and shifting with her body in every move it made. More so, with her wet and milky flesh, it chirped and whined when rubbed up against the body of one such toy when she hugged it; she adored the sound. One could say, for such a slim Elf, she enjoyed and loved big, poofy things like these and took her time cuddling into each one. Soothingly she stroked their beautiful, smooth and glossy bodies, whispering to them as if they were animals of the forest. She listened to their soft squeaks of response, and felt their delicate latex flesh bulge and yield under her thin fingers.
Most delightful of all, was Lena's swimsuit; the fact that it was made of the very same glossy, stretchy and supple material as the pooltoys only accentuated her joy of wearing it on her body. When she stroked the waters, it stroked her in a blanket of silk that tickled her and made her smile. She could never have gotten tired of constantly feeling this silken caress; at least, not until she started feeling like a pooltoy herself. That at least had to be the closest summary to what the young lady started feeling, deep inside, the longer she remained in the pool water.
To be exact, what young Lena first noticed was a certain tightness, a certain pressure, building up inside of her like a painless cramp and she'd have thought that perhaps she had been in the water too long or eaten too soon beforehand. Her expression lowered to one of mild concern but still she swam, pushing and pulling through the waters with her spry limbs though they felt increasingly tight by the second. No ordinary cramp could have been felt throughout her entire body as she was feeling right then and there and it caused a silken whine to muffle out of her mouth. For greater cause of concern would be that her milky, silky flesh was looking increasingly like the materials described as it; appearing paler than usual, a pure white, even under the water.
The young lady stopped, remaining half-crouched to keep her body under the water, and looked therein just to run one of her hands along the wrist, feeling tight and pressurized more than the water would normally have caused. Her fingers slid along the skin which felt unusually smooth- sensitive, too, while she'd be overrun with static tingles of pleasure from her own touch. Not only did her wrist feel abnormally soft, but her fingertips as well; like grinding silk together on silk, soft even for Elf flesh. This made no sense, however, for even as this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, turning pure white and becoming ultra sensitive and softer than ever before was cause for concern! More so would be the fact that, before her eyes, her slender wrist was plumping up and widening faintly- or was that just the water's illusion?
It was well enough to worry Lena, who'd responded by standing up promptly and getting her upper half out of the water. She confirmed, by gazing down at her extended arms in anticipation, that her skin was unusually pale; a crystal snow white, and seeming about as smooth and glossy as the pooltoys surrounding her. "Oh my," she murmured, speculating on this anomaly with an uncertainty on how to feel, especially with the rhetorical question of "Am I- becoming that which I hold so dear? But there's no way, I-..." But there it was, as shown by her slick and elegantly-jointed fingers pillowing up with whatever fine musculature had once composed her arms- and her legs! While still under the water, it was clear that they too had become pure-white and glossy like a pooltoy, overcome by the same pillowing effect expected of something full of air instead of flesh.
It'd be on that note, Lena realized with a faint gasp, that her feet were leaving the floor of the pool; her whole body, pulled up by an inexplicable force coming from the pressure within her! Sandwiched between the internal pressure and the water pressure, her skin tingled and she'd have reached down to feel her thighs right before her very feet slipped out from under her. Lena released a surprised yelp, and in an instant her gaze flung skyward and to the ceiling, to the dull gray skies and the windowed ceiling keeping the rains off of her. The next thing she knew, she was on her back; floating on the water like the pooltoys around her, and its cool lick flicking at her underside. Surprised, the young Elf had retaliated by craning her neck and flexing her abdominals, which tickled as they lost their tone and became a pillowy-smooth surface kept still under the latex strip. Sitting up she'd become aware of mounting pressure and stretching sensation in her hips, in her legs, and her eyes and hands alike fell to it- just to find, with her shock and awe, that they were expanding.
The poor young Elf, without reason or explanation, was in fact blowing up and turning into a pooltoy. She watched, awe-struck, as the slender form of her hips and thighs was lost to this pillowy, un-elf-like swell comparable only to a blow-up doll while feeling her own skin extend and expand under the building cushion that could only have been air expanding underneath. Her once-slim and delicate fingertips turned into airy digits had probed and fondled anxiously, squashing her hips under her fingers; trying to push it back down! But it resisted her; the air inside her body shoved back, bulging around her hands uselessly with soft, doming swells that were undefeatable. Lena was growing a pair of plump, full and ripe legs more akin to that of a Succubus, but at the same time her breasts were rising to match. They'd been small, reasonably proportioned and just large enough to catch eyes- but before Lena's own, they too swelled up, rounded over, and began to rise in front of her. Lena drew in a gasp, her eyes of baby blue bugging wide, and she snapped her hands off of her expanding hips just to grab two big handfuls of this new bust.
Many a girl probably would have been delighted, to see her breasts growing big like this, but Lena knew no such depravity in seeing the appeal of a larger body. To an elf, such assets could only get in the way and her breasts were really growing to the point they blotted out her view of her lap, and the increasingly-lush creases of her groin where swelling legs met her waistline. Her breasts were swelling and rounding like literal balloons, because they were literal balloons, out beyond the normal coverage of her once-modest neckline; becoming a vast and long line of pure-white and glistening cleavage that she was far from used to.
Deep inside her expanding air-filled chest, Lena's heart was beating a mile a minute and her jaw was fast dropping in horror of her revelation; the fact she was a balloon and not an Elf. How did this happen? She wondered on it, even while- to her utmost relief- the pressure and the stretching had stopped just as suddenly as it'd started. The end result, as the girl found out, was a vast pillowy hourglass of a body instead of the perfect little hourglass she was used to; her legs, swollen up into ripe and thick airy things thick enough to put any woman to shame, and a pair of breasts like softballs that matched. Inside her, the air stood static; tingling against her flesh turned to latex, quivering and squeaking with the subtlest move she made.
Lena let go of her breasts, and the silky cleavage rubbing against itself gave off a tender series of whines and chirps- she couldn't believe her ears. Reflexively she snapped her arms up and clamped her palms over them, only to give off more grinding wails of stretching latex in the process. She couldn't believe it, simply enough; her heart-rate was maddening now as much as her poor, innocent young mind knowing nothing of the reason or purpose of this transformation. There she'd be, sitting upon the water, her body bloated into an inflated hourglass that extended beyond the limits of her taxed swimsuit in voluminous curves.
So then had moments passed, while the Elf Balloon sat in shock of herself. But after that initial internal panic wore off, it turned physical as she then tried to move again, taking her hands off of her ears just to try and lean over onto the water. It was as if she thought she could just dive back in and paddle to the edge of the pool, but for her- no such luck. She was, naturally, full of air and the reaction she got was her thighs grinding together while she toppled uselessly over and so consequently her overblown breasts squashed into the water's surface. The elf yelped, as she bounced on those bosoms once or twice, before coming to settle on the rustling water that pushed her gently up and down in its motions. Then after coming to terms with that shock and awe, realizing she floated just like the pooltoys, the Elf struggled- next just trying to paw at the water and propel herself to shore somehow.
For a girl with no weight and no mass to her air-filled body, this was harder than it looked as it mostly had the girl flapping her palms and legs uselessly into the water. She did nothing but nudge and jostle herself, inadvertently slapping her legs with her hands on occasion while making a water angel upon her belly; as a result sending pleasant vibrations through her airy figure that had her whine and groan like the latex she was made of. She needed help- where was Bleu? The other young blonde Lifeguard; he had to be somewhere around here, right? So pushing herself up again from the water,coming up sprawled thereupon and straddling in failure, the balloon elf peeked around- yet could not sight her companion. "Bleu?" She came to cry out, trying not to let her fear and panic show in her quavering voice, "Fly unto me; I seek your aid! Bleu!"
Surely enough, Bleu did show up. But, by that time- as he'd gone on an extended coffee break that took a good fifteen out of their total thirty minutes- Lena had already found her way to the edge of the pool. Truly as he'd not been expecting his youthful trainee to have turned into a balloon, he was not looking for the pure-white elf pooltoy seated by the pool's edge. Lena had been busying herself, fussing over her once-perfect figure through palming and pushing at it vainly and watching her own flesh bulge and swell out in response. Just as well she attempted to take off her swimsuit, perhaps blaming it for her transformation; but with how rotund her breasts and hips had become, it was impossible. The straps she tugged had the rest of the suit bulging and hugging into her figure, where the slick and sticky swollen latex insistently clung together. Trying to strip her suit was futile and so was attempting to deflate, as the air seemed perpetually trapped inside her.
The boy had evidently not been paying attention, searching instead for the blonde head and milky skin and not the hourglassed balloon elf sitting right by his path. He walked right past her, and it wasn't until Lena turned her head over her shoulder, gasped, and called his name "Bleu, here!" that he'd actually noticed. His eyes turned down, met the pair of wide, frightened blue eyes staring back into his, belonging to a familiar young feminine face, and his eyes must have popped out of his skull in reaction.
"Whuh-?!" the boy lifeguard exclaimed, dropping the mug of Coffee he had in his hand just to be staring at the poor, balloonified girl- "Lena?!" and almost choked on his own spit with the sudden realization. "Lena, what-?" he'd begun but never truly finished, as his eyes skeptically traced up and down her figure of ludicrous feminine curves, and reacting instead with no words drawn from his dry, agape maw.
"I do not know," the girl moaned sadly, having clasped her own breasts and crushed them in her hands, just to have them create a starfish indentation around the fingers; "I was swimming, and then I felt floaty, and then I turned white, then I became this...!" Now evidently unused to having a body this buxom and unaware of its alluring nature, she presented her overblown breasts and plumped hips to the stunned boy; "I'm a balloon, Bleu...! What do we do?" So would be her sighing question, looking to the youth for support and aid in her time of need.
Fortunately, Bleu was not exactly a huge pervert but he was a boy regardless, and seeing a girl with such swollen assets- in fact a balloon at that- had him quite unsure himself of how to feel. Yet his reddening face and flustered dilating eyes spoke for him when they laid upon the rotundity, the plushness, of the air-filled figure Lena sported. On top of that he did calm down, and he asked the same of Lena when her murmured "It's okay, Lena," and thus knelt down beside the distraught young Elf. "You've, balloonified, I think, but..." As if it were of any consolation to her, "It happens all the time, okay? People have just been... doing that, lately- turning into balloons, I mean. You wouldn't be the first one," he softly reassured, extending a hand to lay upon her shoulder- and subtly squish into the airy flesh from there- "But you won't be the last, either."
"What?" Lena peeped, blinking her expressively wide and wondrous blue eyes where her expression dropped from fear to concern, then curiosity. "I'm not the only balloon? Then... what is being done about this? What can I do about this?" She, most affected of all between them at least, well, "I'm a balloon, I..." So staring down at her body with deep worry in those eyes, her voice cracked with concern; "I don't think I can simply go home and live my life like this... Is there no cure?"
The look of hope she'd given to Bleu was enough to melt his heart, to make him want to hug and squeeze her- but that was probably just her balloony appeal melting his mind. Bleu resisted, just enough to meekly, if bashfully, smile and take Lena's hand to squeeze reassuringly. "I wouldn't worry about it, Lena," He hummed as warmly as he could, "Because if being in the water triggered this change, I'm sure that drying off will reverse it." But as much as he couldn't simply have left the poor girl to her own devices, and since it was high time for him to close down the pool, he had to be a gentleman and kindly offer, "Want me to take you home?"
The feeble, worried nod he got from Lena had him nodding gently in return, and so had given the poor girl one last bout of reassurance by patting her airy head. "Okay... Go ahead to my car, and I'll see you there after I'm done closing up. You can't miss it," he said, so using his hand on hers to pull her up to her feet, "It's the baby-blue car, same color as your eyes."
Somehow that might have been interpreted as a flirt, what with the similarity in how his hand was holding hers, and Lena sheepishly smiled; her pale white cheeks becoming quietly redder while she found herself managing to beam back into his own baby blue eyes. "Thank you, Sir Bleu," she did graciously say, feeling just a bit calmer about her situation and very grateful- very grateful indeed- that her new friend seemed to know what'd happened and what would fix it. As such, the young lass turned balloon would turn around and step, upon wobbly feet between swollen thighs, to leave the pool and go change into normal clothes.
Truth be told, Lena could not get that swimsuit off of her, no matter how she tried; not with her own body getting in the way. As such she opted to put her regular clothes on over it, and as such had slipped them on- or tried to. The skinny jeans that'd once been relatively flush to her body would now bulge, and barely cooperate, with her voluminous new hips. Trying to pull them on, grunting and moaning her exertion throughout, bore little fruit as her plump, round butt cheeks and hips bulged over the hem. To her fluster, she managed to get those jeans on only by struggling and wriggling her butt, stifling her ears to the loud protests and creaks her body gave off in response; just how they fit after that was a mystery since she had more leg than the jeans had capacity.
It turned out, all that air once being in her hips and legs had gone straight up into her breasts and- dare she consider- her belly. Standing topless in the locker rooms revealed that as the chill air bit at her exposed white flesh. She'd have felt momentarily around her waist, where her breasts blocked vision, and found out- by the swell of belly now dominating her waistline- that all that air had gone straight to it. Lena dreaded to look in the mirror, knowing she looked like some bloated, immensely pregnant girl, and shut the mental image out just to grab her silk blouse. Thank goodness, this garment was reasonably stretchy given the material, and its sensitive fibers felt good against her sensitive latex skin. Managing to push her arms into their respective sockets was a slight struggle, given there were somewhat puffier than normal, but the blouse was made to flow and so they fit skintight therein. For that same reason she didn't struggle with buttoning down the blouse as much as she'd thought it'd be, but chose to do so from the top down.
First was to cram her overblown breasts into her blouse somehow and she did so by pulling the sides furiously, squeezing her bloated bosoms underneath. It was a struggle, like forcing a balloon into a set of clothes- which was literally all this act was- but her breasts compressed down just enough for her to seal the first button. The next, as given her puffy hands gliding down the front, was a bit more difficult as she scraped them against her bosoms and struggled to get the button into the socket. Holding her breath obviously didn't work, as every such heave made her breasts expand and moan into her already-tight blouse, so she tried exhaling instead- and it mercifully went down, just enough for her to work down the rest of the buttons. So dexterously even for a balloon had she pushed her body down enough to seal up her blouse.
The end result, well, Lena really wished she'd not been vain enough to peruse in the mirror. Peeping therein she saw her own reflexion, of a very flushed-faced young Elf with her skin turned completely white, even her hair, with an immensely bloated body far too poofy to be considered even human. A vast butt and thighs were squeezed into skinny jeans, which made her upper body look absolutely bloated as her waistline poured voluminously over the hem of the pants more like a balloon than any form of pregnancy, and overstuffed breasts just as much stuffed into the top of the blouse even as the whole body forced gaping holes in between the buttons. She looked more like a blow-up doll stuffed into a set of clothes, than a girl at this point.
So the natural response to such a sight had been a drawn-out sigh, that made her overinflated body heave and groan as she did, where her hands self-consciously probed up and down her distended waistline that'd once been a flat belly. Lena really was, just a big balloon at this point. Being dejected with that revelation had the snow-white Elf turned and shuffled aside to get out of the building and to Bleu's car; even then her swollen thighs grinded against one another to resemble more a waddle than a walk, and her own body ruffled and creaked inside her clothes that once fit perfectly.
Once Lena stepped out of the recreation center and into the rain, she knew she was in trouble. More or less, anyway, considering that being made of rubber meant she clearly couldn't catch cold. Nonetheless it was only natural that she'd not want her clothing wet, overtaxed as it was over her bloated figure, and so- clutching her arms around her bloated midsection to steady it- the girl rushed out and into the rain, towards the baby-blue car that Bleu had spoken of! In her jeans, her swollen and sensitive thighs had rubbed and ground up against one another as well as upon the denim, which was abraded her legs' sensitive rubber. The clumsy side-to-side twisting of expanded and tightly-kept hips caused a bouncing, jostling motion in Lena's upper body that had her belly swaying in a like motion and her breasts- bouncing and bobbing even in her tight blouse. The pressure was real, grinding up against her body from the outside with every move, and even then she could swear that- as she got wet- the swelling internal pressure was returning as well.
There was no way Lena wanted to bloat up into a parade float parody of herself, not when she'd already had her slick and slender Elven figure mocked into this balloony aberration. As such she quickened the pace, huffing and yiping softly under the downpour even while her bouncing breasts, jostled by her swaying belly, jumped up in her face and obstructed her vision. She knew she'd made it, when inadvertently her expanded beachball of a belly had bulged and shoved up into the window of Bleu's car and sent air shoving elsewhere into the girl- making her top two buttons swell up and pop clean off! Her cleavage spilled out of her blouse, two voluminous melons half-exposed to open air and rain even if the white silk being wet had become semi-transparent. So embarrassed was she, now looking like some kind of bloated flirt, that she bemoaned her ballooned body with a low groan and gave it up. This didn't stop her from desperately seeking out the handle to the car door and pulling it, fumbling for some kind of trigger that'd make it open.
Mercifully the car was unlocked, and the door came open enough for the swollen Elf to come and bulge around it- before slipping in. Her rotund butt, kept tightly in denim to a firm, bouncy composition, bunched up into the chair and she waved her whole body from side to side just to extend her arm, grab the door from the inside, and slam it shut- blocking out the pouring rain and leaving her in the quiet safety of the car. From there she heaved and panted, easing back into the car seat's plush embrace, while hugging her arms around her overblown belly and staring up into the sky beyond and above. She made it, thank goodness, but she was a balloon.
That fact would not escape Lena, as she'd taken to glimpsing down into the deep, dark expanse of her exposed bustline and instantly regretted it. Vast, shiny tracts of boob, open and swollen flirtatiously beyond the coverage of her blouse, even bulging up over the sides, in a way that she could not possibly re-seal. She gave up on that right away, and took to quietly waiting; listening to her breathing and the creaking it created in her body, of softly-expanding and contracting silken rubberflesh. The churning croak of latex pushing in and out, pressure mounting and easing against her clothes, was enough to temporarily relax the distraught Elf who'd turned her thoughts back to her lifeguard. At least she'd get a ride home...
Surely enough, Bleu did come and he arrived with the urgency and swiftness that put the bloated Elf at ease. She'd definitely be home soon, and knew it to be true while the boy climbed into the driver's seat beside her and slammed the door shut in the same rushed sense as she. Momentarily glancing at her, and her at him, had a certain dryness forming in his throat and a flush to his face with that same dilated wideness to his eyes, like a little boy staring at something he adored. Lena huffed, staring back at him; her own face quite red, in as embarrassing as this was- but did sheepishly smile. "S-stop gazing upon me as you are," she timidly requested, "You seem as if... you... actually like me all blown up like this..."
"Ah!" Bleu snapped to attention when she'd said such words, and his face couldn't have been redder, "No!" and he denied it in a huge fluster just to shoot his eyes forward again. "It-it's not that, it's... uh..." But instead of finishing his response he'd fumbled with the keys in the ignition, and turned the car on. Cool air flushed into the interior of the vehicle to contrast the muggy warmth outside, and the blonde heaved a sigh while wiping some of his soaked bangs out of his face. "Nevermind, it-it's nothing," he stammered, in case the Elf were still staring at him, and like that had proceeded to drive along. "Show me to where you live."
So had their trip began, driving across the raining streets of Pneumatown and into the forested inland beyond as Lena directed. Normally Pneumatown was a beachside town but it did have its share of wilderness growing just beyond its borders. Fortunately given its small size, Bleu didn't have to drive far to take Lena out to her house which would be located in a rural neighborhood. "You live in the country?" He'd assume, as they'd be driving through country roads along a forested terrain, past rural houses and to an unsure destination. "How's it like?"
Being in a cool car, and satisfied with the fact she wasn't still inflating like a balloon, Lena had time to calm down in spite of having this huge crevice in front of her being her own body. She meekly smiled, glimpsing aside at him over the expansive bosoms, and nodded though her chin pushed into them amidst it. "It's nice," the girl began timidly as explaining that "It can be boring and lonely sometimes, but the air is fresh and the people are nice and I run a quaint little homestead with a small farm. It's been given to me by my family so, I can't easily just leave it and live in the city. The city's nice too," she did add, looking forward again and directing his turns, "as it has all these people, and stores, and it's all just so wonderful. But I am as they say, socially awkward, so communicating with your kin may be difficult at times."
"Bwuh," Bleu chuckled, as to that latter part where he'd crack a grin, "Don't worry about that too much; you're not uncouth, as on the contrary you're- pretty darn eloquent for someone out in the country! Maybe too much so for people's taste as they're used to crude and casual talk. I guess it's just because you're an Elf?" Not to get on her about her species but, it all added up; living in a forest, close to nature, talking like a noble and with flamboyant terms...
Lena actually took it pretty well, softly laughing as a warmth of such echoed through her airy body in a dull, passive thrum to match the patter of rain on the hood of the car. "Well, yes, I... yes," she confessed softly so, to beam aside at him with a warm red returning to her cheeks, "I understand, my speech is strange to your ears, but it pleases me that you feel that way." Although that'd have to be it from her, before she fell quiet for the rest of the trip. Funny as it'd been, the way they met, she thought that just maybe, she liked him; he was cute, after all; a genuinely sweet human.
But their time together evidently had come to an end just as brisk as their meeting when the car trip pulled up into a paved driveway amidst a grove of trees. Here she directed him, unto a forest cottage home of surprisingly modern effect in spite of its rustic appearance. It was of that Tudor style of plastered stone and wood, surrounded by a lush yard where fruit trees grew alongside farm plants, and wild animals seemingly roamed freely and without fear- even of the incoming car. Bleu was just as amazed by all this as Lena had been concerning the pool; his eyes drinking in the rural sight with a dry, dropped jaw and his hands absently handling the steering wheel.
By the time he parked, close to the front door, it'd stopped raining evidently and just as well the storm in Lena's mind had come to a close. She could step out of the car bearing a general familiarity with her bloated body, and even while comfortably holding arms around her rotund waist to keep it in check, she bowed to get her head into view of the window and sheepishly grinned at the boy inside. "Thank you for taking me home safely," she murmured graciously, and yet with a curious cock of her head she dared ask, "Would you... like to come inside?"
There was no way Bleu was going to be shy about such an offer into such a wondrous place, and he nodded eagerly just to show his enthusiasm; "Darn right, I would; thanks!" Quick like a wink and hot like a flash the boy was out of the car and standing beside it, and staring out at the property from beside its balloonified owner. His eyes were wide and dilated with joy similar to that which he seemed to have experienced when he laid them upon Lena's bloated body while he couldn't keep from murmuring that "This place, is amazing...!" and he scantly even noticed, the puffy air-filled palm and digits that worked their way into his own. Instead he turned his gleeful eyes to the beaming Elf who'd only flush timidly in response to his wonder, and ask "You really have it good!"
Of this the ballooned beauty could mostly shake and bob her head in modesty, flouncing it about her pillowy breasts jutting up like balloons in her face. "Kindness naturally given is kindness naturally restored," she said absently, as if there were some deeper meaning behind it. Then, lifting her head to beam warmly into Bleu's face, with a look on her own that could have been affection, she squeezed his hand in hers and stepped forward; squeaking and grinding in swollen jeans. "Let's go inside; stay as long as you need to."
According to such had Bleu yielded just as succulently as Lena's waistline under her free hand, as the two stepped up onto the front patio and into the house. Plants naturally grew through holes in the floorboards and over the railing, instead of in pots; this only seemed natural, as an Elf's touch. Twas where nature just naturally coincided and entwined with what was man-made. As they passed through the door, Bleu naturally went first as Lena beckoned- perhaps for good reason, as she'd wound up stopping abruptly in the middle of it. She'd blinked, "Mnh-" and softly grunted, likewise following up with a soft forward tug. Yet she was greeted by a hollow puffing noise, a muffled squeak, as evidently her belly had gotten caught in the doorway. "Uh... Bleu?" Her eyes turned pleadingly to the boy, who was still perusing the cool, dry and comfortable interior of the house; a foyer with a plush carpet and rustic furniture combined with warm incandescent lightning and mystical paintings of yore. "Help?"
The insistence, however, had caught the boy's attention and had him turn around to address his Elven friend- finding her in quite the predicament indeed. The maiden, swollen and bleached white, whined pitifully as she'd be wriggling her waist from side to side, grinding her swollen bloused belly up against the doorframe, as she whined "I'm too big... to fit into my own house..." Granted the doorway had been made expressly for her slender elven body without bearing in mind the concept that she could wind up bloated one day. There was a certain shame and disgrace to that, as she'd be sighing and trying to compress her belly, just to fit through- but her overtaxed clothes with their constriction would not allow it.
Of course Bleu had to rush to Lena's aid, apologizing "Oh, I'm so sorry!" where he'd hurry up and only naturally wrap arms around the girl with intent to grip and pull her. This wound up looking, and feeling, more intimate than he meant when his face came very, very close to the maiden's own and her bulbous, exposed cleavage came bulging up into his taut chest with a compressed belly drumming on him. Realizing what he'd done, a flustered look of embarrassment crossed his young face and yet- it was confused, for what else could he do? Lena was giving him the same look, the same rosy cheeks and the same helpless expression. "I'm sorry," he awkwardly apologized, but given the needy pout the Elf was giving him- there was no other choice. So he tightened his grip on the balloon girl, until his arms sank into the expanse of her swollen back, and he pulled- with all his might.
Lena's belly fought the door frame, bulging around it both inside and out, with all the pneumatic force of the trapped balloon that she was. Locked with her in an all too intimate embrace, squeezing her like one reuniting with a lost love, Bleu groaned and struggled to plant his feet upon the frame. He even had to twist her from side to side a little if it meant getting her out, although the girl did whimper and whine with her swollen waist grinding and squealing into the tight frame. Still at the end of it, she came through with a soft, airy pop and yet- given his stance- Bleu wasn't ready for it. He fell over backwards instead, taking Lena with him- and she fell on top of him.
What the young lifeguard felt next was the girl's pliant and yet lightweight rubbery body flushing upon his front and the plush carpeted floor at his back; sandwiching him between a pillow and a soft place. He found himself in nary the hurry to leave, when he thought about how cozy it was; Lena still inherently holding her arms around him, straddled upon his body despite her bulbous beachball belly getting in the way. She was panting softly from the exertion it took to withstand all that pressure and struggling, her face flushed and staring into his own of listless stupor.
But then Bleu snapped to and realized what he was doing, on the floor, with the Elf, and her breasts widely on display in front of him, and he jolted- his face lighting up like a crimson Christmas light. "Oh my gosh-" he yelped, and spontaneously squirmed just to sit up even as the Elf clung to him, "I'm so sorry!" That wasn't proper at all, and he was ashamed of himself, thinking for sure he'd leave the good graces of his lovely young hostess. But Lena, holding on to his chest with her delicate puffy hands, didn't seem to mind; while flushing, she was beaming meekly at him and with apparent amusement and joy in her face. "All is well, my dear sir Bleu," she did manage to say, if while struggling to kick her legs up under her and stand along with him, "Twas an accident and little more; you needn't be ashamed. So now..." She bemused, taking her eyes off of the flustering boy just to stare around the room, "That I am now a balloon, and shall have a hard time moving around my house... whatever shall I do? Do you know if I'll deflate?"
While his mind came back into focus, Bleu managed to shake aside his shame and embarrassment just to feebly nod, "Yeah," much as he'd seen it happen only sometimes before. "It's getting late," he managed to say, huffing while glancing at his watch, "and I really shouldn't stay here with you. Go on to bed and I think, you'll be fine when morning comes. Just uh..." His eyes traveled momentarily downward, not to stare into the gaping,tempting chasm of Lena's breasts but at the blue swimsuit still visible under her blouse. "If and when you deflate to a more manageable size, get that swimsuit off." Such was his instruction, before he redirected his attention to his eyes- much as the girl was wondering what he was staring at. "Where did you get it?"
Lena answered the question, pertaining to her swimsuit- inherently the cause of her bloating- with dubious knowledge. Her eyes became distant and her expression blank, wherefore she was trying but, "I cannot... remember." She'd blinked once, twice, three times, and so had her tone turned to a worried whimper; "How could this be? I recall donning this swimsuit earlier this evening and coming unto the pool of swimming to take swimming lessons with it, but... I cannot recollect how I attained it."
By that knowledge had Bleu gritted his teeth, and let off a soft huff. "Well..." He breathed, taking his eyes off of her for a moment just to anxiously scrub a hand through his dense blonde hair, "I guess we'll never know why you went poof..." That and Lena's probable future being unknown, the youth would look upon her glistening white expanse of a form with worry in his eyes. "Are you going to be okay from here?"
Lena nodded, but absolute confidence was lacking in her eyes where she honestly murmured that "I'm not sure..." Staring down, seeing only the extent of her bust and the horizon of her belly within a stretched blouse, the Elf would be concerned that, perhaps, this was permanent. By that notion she turned a pleading look to her lifeguard savior, and so quietly requested, "Bleu," with her soft hands- even more silky than they'd been when made of flesh- came to grasp around his own. "Would you kindly stay overnight?"
Much as he did not actually know this girl, Bleu nonetheless felt responsible for her ballooning- somehow. Yet seeing how sincerely she stared, with her bright blues wide in worry and her soft skin seeming so delicate, so poppable, he drew reason for concern. That's how he let her hands sink around his own, and clasped his free hand over them with a solemn shake; "Alright," he'd grant quietly so, drawing the Elf's puffy hands into his chest; "I'll hang around at least until the morning but I have to go back to work tomorrow- doubtless, so do you. You may have to go as a pooltoy," would be his fair warning, "If- you don't turn back into an Elf overnight at least..."
"That's okay," Lena softly said, as a smile gracefully returned to her young and pale face; "I feel safe with a sir lifeguard protecting me. We'll see what tomorrow's sun brings, Bleu. Come," she granted then, using that grip on his hands to pull him deeper into the house, "Would you like something to eat?" So was how it'd been, that being drawn together by an inexplicable ballooning had the Lifeguards, young and old, come to know one another under strange circumstances.
| bodyinflation |
Title: Maurice Ch. 06
Tags: maurice, regina, new orleans, micah, vampire, interracial
I couldn't believe it, Daniel and Eddie were standing right in front of me and they were vampires! When had that happened? Then I remembered where I had met Tremaine, he was in the boys room, the room that I was supposed to be in. I got it, I was the target and not my brothers but why did he take them and not me? I was there and saw him..... I saw him drinking their blood. I felt my stomach turn, this was my fault! If I hadn't changed rooms Eddie and Danny wouldn't be one of those things but I would be married to Micah. It would have been a lose-lose situation just as it was now. I looked at Danny first and realized that he didn't know who I was now and two years ago. Both of them had acted odd but Daniel more so than Eddie but at the time I chalked it up to not seeing them in a long time.
I turned my gaze to Eddie and noticed that he seemed to be struggling; it was as if he was trying to remember me but couldn't quite do it. It was him that I chose to speak to.
"Eddie? It's me Regina, what are you doing here?" I asked not knowing what else to say.
Just as he was going to answer me, Micah sent them out. Of the two of them, Eddie was the one who lingered.
I turned to face Micah.
"What did you do to them? Why don't they know me?"
"Change into the clothing that I left for you and I'll tell you." He replied.
I wasn't about to make the same mistake that I made with Tremaine.
"Tell me first and I'll think about putting on the clothes."
Micah nodded at me and apologized.
"Tremaine over stepped his bounds with you, he was not to touch you in anyway and I apologize for that but the fact remains that you disobeyed me and now you try to barter."
"Me? You're the one who won't tell me anything unless I put on whatever outfit you picked out for me!" I shot back.
"Touché." Micah replied softly. "I suppose that you are entitled to an explanation without strings attached"
"You're damn straight I am! Start talking!"
Micah gave me a grin that unsettled me a second later I found out why.
"Fucking you is going to be so much fun if you have as much spunk in bed as you do out."
I bit my tongue; I wanted to tell him that it would be a cold day in hell before I allowed him to touch me. Instead I said, "My explanation?"
"This might be for the best." he said as he walked to a counter and took out two glasses. "I remember that you don't drink much alcohol so I made sure that we have plenty of juices on hand. Sprite mixed with cranberry correct?"
I nodded my head yes but I had no intention of drinking or eating anything that Micah Lannister gave me. I watched as he mixed the drinks-he had a scotch and soda and handed me my drink.
"Sit and make yourself at home." he said indicating the love seat.
I sat in a chair across from the loveseat and waited. He smiled at me and nodded, he knew exactly what I was doing. I didn't like him when we were kids and I liked him even less now, he was smug and arrogant and so sure that he was going to marry me.
"I'm waiting." I said impatiently.
For just a second, his eyes flashed angrily and I realized that I had to be careful.
"Sorry." I said. "I've been through a lot since I got to New Orleans."
Instantly the anger was gone and he was smiling again, it was as if the anger had never been there.
"It's quite alright." he said as he took a sip of his drink. "As I was saying, maybe it's for the best to get the unpleasantness over before we go to bed and get married. Tell me, what do you remember?"
"Only what you allow me to!" I snapped and instantly regretted it. Before I knew it, Micah was standing in front of me, his eyes flashing.
"I understand that you have been through an ordeal tonight and I have apologized for that and have even made some concessions to accommodate you but watch your tone with me."
"Sorry." I said again as I mentally kicked myself. If I wanted to get out of this I had to stop lashing out at him and use my head.
He gave me a curt nod of his head and went back to the loveseat.
"Are you ready for the truth?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied.
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Daniel
So that's Regina, I remembered her from the dinner two years ago but it was more than that, I knew her from somewhere else. I now understood what Eddie was trying to tell me, this woman ..... "Is nothing to you." A voice from the inside of my head said and I listened to it. I didn't know this woman other than to call her on a weekly basis.
Edward
Who in the hell is she? I asked myself as I watched her walk toward us. She meant something to us but what? "She means nothing to you." I heard in my head and knew that Daniel had heard the same message. "Who is she?" I asked silently and received another command to forget her, but I couldn't. I knew this woman! The feeling was reinforced when she said my name and that's not all, I felt the need to protect her but from whom? I wanted to speak to her but Micah sent us out of the room before I could say anything.
As soon as we were out of the room, I pulled Daniel aside.
"Do we know her?" I asked.
"No and I would suggest that you let it go." he replied.
"Daniel, you know her." I insisted. "I saw it on your face."
"For the last time! I don't know the bitch!" he snarled and walked away.
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Tremaine is dead but there are plenty more to take his place. I knew that Micah had arrived because the guards were more vigilant and there were a lot more of them. It wouldn't be too much longer before I would have to remain invisible to avoid detection but there was another issue, getting Regina out safely. It was clear to me that I was going to need Gremlin maybe soon. I still hadn't caught sight of Regina's brothers which meant that they were still in the house somewhere. I made a decision, I wanted Gremlin here. He could keep the guards occupied while I went inside of the house to find Edward and Daniel. My hope was that one or both of them would help her and take her to safety while I dealt with Micah Lannister for good.
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Gremlin
I woke Annie up and made her eat and drink something before I told her what was happening. While we waited for the food to be delivered, she took a hot shower to wash away some of the soreness that I caused when I entered her. I also called a cousin, someone that you're already familiar with, Olivia. Yes she is agoraphobic but on occasion she can be convinced to leave her home especially if all she has to do is vanish from one place to the next. Now that Annie is mine, it will be safe for her to be at Delgado's but I don't want her out of this room. I also didn't want to take the chance that she would be able to override the compulsion to sleep as Delgado's mate had done, that is why I called Olivia. I was taking no chances.
Annie came out of the bathroom wearing just an oversized tee shirt that I wanted her to remove, she is by nature a very open person and I didn't want that to change. She could walk around naked all the time if she wished and it wouldn't bother me-it would make some things much easier.
"Annie, come sit." I told her and patted the side of the bed. When she was sitting next to me I took her hands in mine. They were tiny compared to mine and so soft, it would have taken nothing for me to break every bone in her hands. Before you get upset and think that I could hurt her, I couldn't and I wouldn't, it was just an observation and nothing more.
"Annie, there are things that I need to tell you." I said and she immediately tensed. I told her everything and as I expected she took full responsibility for bringing Regina here.
"I did this? This is my fault?"
"No Annie, none of this is your fault, things have been in motion from the day the Lannisters met Regina's parents and since her birth. You were an unwitting accomplice; your memories have been tampered with as were hers." I told her. Unfortunately, that was of little comfort to her, all she knew was that she brought Regina here and convinced her to stay when she wanted to go home.
"Eddie and Danny are vampires? I thought that they were acting oddly the last time I saw them but vampires? How could I not have known that? She asked as she cried.
I held her as she cried; she was realizing just how much trouble Regina was in and her guilt intensified.
"The Lannisters are behind this?" she asked through her tears "and you were helping them?" she asked when I told her my part in the plan.
"I was until I saw you and that is why it is imperative that you stay in this room. The Lannisters are very angry with me because of my betrayal and the only way that they can hurt me is through you. We are mated and that alone will keep you safe but I am taking no chances." I said. "My cousin Olivia is coming to stay with you, do as she says and you will be fine."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Delgado will need my help in rescuing Regina." I replied noticing the worried look on her face. "Don't worry, if all goes well we will be back by the evening."
We ate breakfast together and I asked her if she wanted me to compel her back to sleep so that she wouldn't worry. She gave it some thought and decided against it.
"I have my laptop to keep me occupied and it would be rude for me to be asleep when your cousin comes." she said.
Olivia appeared an hour later, I made the introductions, kissed Annie goodbye and then I was gone. Since I knew exactly where Delgado was, I would be there in no time.
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I waited for Gremlin about a mile from the property that way we could meet and talk in peace. There was also another reason, I wanted to lure Micah into a false sense of security, and I wanted him to think that I was gone even if it was temporarily. If Regina hadn't been there I was have just gone in and confronted him but her life was in danger and I couldn't take the chance that he would kill her. To be perfectly honest with you I believed that to be his plan, he would kill her just for spite. I had to find her brothers, jar their memories and maybe save their lives in the process.
I heard Gremlin to my left and waited until he was next to me to speak. Quickly I apprised him of the situation including the fact that Tremaine was dead.
"What is your plan?" he asked.
"Tremaine called in extra guards and Micah has called in more, the property is crawling with them." I replied.
"What is it that you need from me?" he asked.
"I am going into the house to find Regina's brothers in the hopes that I can awaken their memories of her. I can handle the guards in and around the house if you will take care of those around the property and keep the reinforcements out. Once I have Regina out of the house I want you to take her back to the room and keep her there, if she tries to leave, tie her up, compel her; I don't care but keep her there until I get back."
"Consider it done." he replied.
I looked up at him and saw none of the being that had treated and cared for his mate with such gentleness. I was now looking at a being that could and would kill without remorse.
"Gremlin..."
"Save your thanks for later when your mate is safe and Micah Lannister dead." he said his voice cold. Seconds later, he was gone and then I heard a howl of pain, he had already started doing his part.
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I held my drink in my hand and tried to wait until Micah was ready to explain things to me. In the few minutes that I had spent with Micah, I learned a lot. He was a flipping control freak and a dangerous one at that. He was also full of himself, I watched as he held his drink just so and how he was constantly straightening his shirt and patting his hair as if to say "look at me! I'm the shit!" Well he wasn't, not in my book anyway.
When he was good and ready, he started telling me how we were always meant to be together. I had to interrupt him; I wanted to know how they figured that out.
"Excuse me, but may I interrupt for a moment?" I asked making sure that my voice was honey sweet, I almost made myself gag but he ate it up.
"I'm sure that you have questions." he replied apparently pleased with my fawning over him.
"How do you know that we're supposed to be together?"
"You see love, we were born on the same day, the same year and at the exact same moment as were my mother and my father and so on."
Astrology? They fucked up my life over astrology? I took a deep breath and calmed down; I couldn't afford any more mistakes.
"My brothers?"
"Let me explain something to you," he said with a condescending tone of voice that made me want to pour my drink all over his perfect hair. "You were mine from the moment you were born. My family sought out your family and gave your mother a job and no, they didn't know what we were initially."
"When did they find out?" I asked.
"When we were eight." he replied.
"Eight? What the fuck...." I stopped, his eyes were flashing again. "I mean why then?" I asked.
"We needed to start preparing for our mating. Think about it, it was then that your mother started bringing you to work with her and you started seeing more of me."
"I remember but I can't believe that my parents went along with this." I replied.
"They really didn't have too much of a choice but make no mistake, they were well compensated."
Compensated? They sold me?
"The deal was that when we turned fifteen we would be married and the only thing that they had to do was to bring you to New Orleans, make sure that you were in the room that was chosen for you and that was all."
"What did they get out of this?" I asked sick to my stomach.
"They would have been cared for until they died and then they would have been buried in the family plot along with my mother's parents."
"Are you saying that my parents sold me? I asked.
"I suppose you can look at it that way but no, they wanted no parts of it but my father made your father an offer that he couldn't refuse...."
Micah cocked his head and looked toward the window.
"We have a visitor, no two visitors."
Maurice? I can't believe I'm going to say this but I was thrilled! At that point in time I didn't care that he was a vampire, he was a friendly -yes I said friendly and familiar face. I feigned innocence when I spoke.
"Really? Whose here?"
"Don't be coy!" Micah snapped, "You damn well know who's here!"
Before I knew what was happening Micah had me in his arms and was running through the house carrying me as if I weighed nothing. He didn't stop until he reached a room somewhere on the other side of the house, he whispered something and the door opened. Micah carried me in and threw me on the bed.
"You had better be ready when I return." he growled and then he was gone.
I jumped off the bed, ran to the door and tried to turn the knob, it was locked. No big surprise there but there was a window. I walked over to it and tried to open it, the damned thing wouldn't budge. It was too high and I didn't have enough leverage to lift it up. I looked around and saw another fireplace complete with the poker, I wasn't sure that I could lift the window with it but maybe I could smash it but then what? I had to be at least one story up.
"Going somewhere?" A voice from behind me asked.
I turned around to see a man no a vampire watching me with open interest.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name doesn't matter." He replied. "I am here to make sure that you don't do something stupid which apparently you were thinking about."
He was standing in front of me one second and behind me the next effectively blocking the window and my possible escape route out.
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Edward
I know her! Or at least I did. The longer I thought about it, the more convinced I became that our past was tied to this woman. I turned around to see Daniel staring at me as if he were debating something, "What is it?" I asked.
"Stop thinking about her, we don't know her." he said.
The voice was his but something was missing; it was almost as if he was repeating something that he heard and not his own thoughts, kind of like a robot.
"But we do." I said. "We know this woman somehow and....'
Then his hands were around my throat. I was caught by surprise but moved fast enough that didn't have a good hold on me. We struggled for what seemed to be a long time before we both heard a voice behind us.
"Stop this nonsense!"
Daniel
When I saw the woman I had the same feeling Eddie did, we knew her but what I found interesting was that she spoke to him and not me. When she called his name, I felt something, a memory maybe but it never materialized. I was mistaken, we didn't know this woman but I could see that Eddie was affected by her; he was more convinced than ever that we knew her.
When we left the room, I could tell that he was still trying to figure out who and what this woman was to us. I tried to warn him to stop thinking of her but then he insisted that we knew her.
"Kill him!" I heard in my head and against my will I attacked my brother. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't, my hands were around his neck but I couldn't get a good hold. Just as I was about to pick Eddie up and throw him, someone spoke.
I was so surprised that I dropped Eddie to see who had spoken.
"Who in the hell are you?" I asked the small, bald vampire.
"My name is Maurice Delgado." he said with a slight bow.
My first thought was, this is who Micah is so afraid of? I mean he hardly reached five feet three inches and he was bald. What I'm trying to say is he looked like he could be someone's favorite uncle.
"Alright Maurice Delgado, what the fuck do you want?" I asked.
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I made it into the house after killing several of Micah's guards. I knew that he knew that I was here and that he wasn't afraid for one reason, he didn't think that I would get past all of his guards. The fact that he hadn't taken off with Regina told me that he knew that we would meet face to face if I got past his guards.
Regina wasn't too far away, alive and at the moment safe which meant that I could deal wither brothers.
"What I want Daniel is to spare your life." I replied.
He gave me the same look that so many others gave me and laughed.
Edward stood by watching but not commenting. It didn't take me long to figure out who I had to swing to Regina's side.
"Edward." I said, "You do know her."
"No, you don't!" Daniel said vehemently, "We do not know her!"
"Edward, think about her face, who does Regina remind you of?"
"I.... I don't know." he replied but I could see that he was struggling to remember.
I saw Daniel move toward Edward and moved between them. Daniel's anger flared as he glared at me and then I understood what was happening.
"Daniel, you are to kill your brother aren't you?" I asked. "But you don't want to."
His look of anger was replaced with one of shock.
"How do you know that?" he asked.
"I just do." I replied. "We don't have much time; I am going to tell you how you know Regina."
I could feel Micah's presence, my time was about up.
"Regina is your sister. She was brought here by Micah Lannister to be forced into marriage."
Edward was the first of the two to believe me; Daniel needed a little more convincing.
"Think about it, she has a familial resemblance to the both of you and Daniel; if you're honest with yourself you will admit that you know her." I said.
"She doesn't want to marry Micah?" Edward asked.
"No she doesn't, our time is up so you must decide, are you going to continue to follow a vampire that controls your thoughts or are you going to go with what you know to be true?"
All of a sudden, Daniel was holding his head and moaning.
Micah.
I touched Daniel's head and commanded the pain to return to its sender, a moment later we all heard a loud moan. I had stalled Micah for just a moment.
"What will it be?" I asked and then thought it prudent that they know that I would kill the both of them if I had to and while I would feel badly for Regina, I would feel no guilt whatsoever.
"What do you want us to do?" Edward asked.
I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Daniel, he was still undecided. It was Edward who turned the tide in Regina's favor.
"Danny come on, let's get her out of here and we'll figure the rest out later."
Daniel hesitated for another few seconds and then nodded.
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Micah
She is quite beautiful but I can tell that she'll have to learn a few things about obedience; her impertinence is the result of living without my influence for too long and her language! Soon she will be the perfect mate as my mother became the perfect mate to my father. Just so you don't think that I was a total jackass, I was truly sorry that Tremaine disobeyed me and touched her, it is only for that reason that I have been so lenient with her. I also knew that when I sent Tremaine out alone that he was going to die. Let's face it, either I was going to kill him or I could let someone else do it.
Tremaine hadn't been gone for very long before I got the report of his death but I wasn't surprised or worried, Tremaine had called in reinforcements and I called in more. I heard the stories about Delgado and I didn't believe half of them so there was no way that he was going to get past all of my guards.
I made Regina her drink and offered her a seat. That she took the chair across from me was of no matter, after Delgado was taken care of, we would begin to work on what her role was and sitting across the room from me was not one of them. Her place was at my side and never to leave it unless I have her permission to do so, it was going to be a pleasure taming her to the point where she was compliant but not broken- I like a little feistiness.
I was just beginning to explain things to her when I sensed Delgado and someone else-Gremlin nearby. Gremlin's betrayal was now complete, I then became a little more concerned, I knew of Gremlin's abilities and they weren't exaggerated. That one such as he would aid one who was not of his kind was unheard of, something happened that brought the two of them together and I knew what it was. Regina's cousin Annie and Gremlin had mated making Regina one of his to protect and by extension an ally to Delgado.
There was trouble brewing elsewhere in my house, Edward was remembering Regina and that couldn't happen especially not now. Once again it hit me that I had deemed the wrong brother stronger, Edward of the two was the stronger of the two mentally. I had allowed his quiet and reticent mannerisms to deceive me and it was too late to rectify that, the only solution was to have Daniel kill him so I gave the order.
It was perhaps ten minutes later when I sensed Delgado in the house; he had managed to get past all of the guards! I grabbed Regina and took her to the other side of the house and called ten guards to watch the bedroom from the front and there were another ten on the ground and in the trees. I ordered one to sit in the room with her with orders not to touch her unless she was going to do something stupid like jump out of the window. After taking her to the room and giving her a direct command I left the room in search of Delgado.
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Edward
Sister? She was out sister? That explained why I had such a strong feeling that I knew her and that was enough for me. Daniel on the other hand wasn't entirely convinced; I could see him fighting against what he knew to be true. I hoped for his sake that he believed the little vampire because I had no doubt that he would kill Daniel without hesitation.
I knew that Daniel was trying to remember when he grabbed his head and moaned. Micah was blocking him but when Delgado took the pain away and sent it back to Micah, he made a believer out of Daniel, when we heard Micah's moans of pain coning from the other side of the house, we were both convinced.
The question now was what did Delgado want us to do?
Daniel
God I wished that Eddie and I had talked before then! Actually what I should have said is I wished that I had listened to him about the woman-Regina. I don't know what we could have done but .... At any rate, it took some convincing but I finally believed after Delgado took away the pain in my head. I still found it hard to believe that this little vampire was the one that had Micah so spooked.
We heard Micah from coming from the other side of the house and then his moans, we didn't have much time.
"What do you want from us?" I asked.
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Finally Daniel believed me.
"Get your sister out of here and back to the Royal Sonesta." I said. "Take her back to the room that she stayed in when you were last there and do not allow her to leave. You will be accompanied by one called Gremlin and you may have to compel her to sleep."
Remembering how she woke up from the previous compulsion, I added a warning.
"She has a very strong mind so beware."
Micah had recovered and was coming our way.
"Go!" I said and we all vanished from where we were.
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Micah
They were on the other side of the house; if luck was with me maybe Delgado would kill both brothers and save me the mess. I hadn't gotten far when a pain tore through my head, it was the deterrent pain that my family had given to Regina and her brothers.
"Son of a bitch!" I moaned as I clutched my head and waited for the pain to recede. As soon as it had receded enough that I could think I took off to what would be the brothers' rooms. I opened the doors to find both of them gone.
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I looked at the vampire who wouldn't tell me his name and he looked back at me his face expressionless. When I went back to the window he didn't move and I wondered why. I had my answer a moment later; there were vampires in the trees and on the ground so even if I had jumped I would have been caught.
Suddenly, my silent guard tensed and looked back at the door, something was happening on the other side of it. I watched as he pursed his lips and whistled. By the time he was finished; three more guards were in the room with us.
"What's going on?" I asked not really expecting an answer.
"Go to the bathroom and do not come out." he told me.
When I didn't move, he nodded to a guard who grabbed me none too gently and tossed me into the bathroom locking the door behind him.
I heard muffled voices and then I heard the sounds of furniture being thrown and of things hitting the walls. I got into the huge bathtub and covered my ears to block out the cries of pain.
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I helped the brothers clear the hall where several guards were watching a room.
"She is in there." I told them. "Get her to the hotel and do not let her leave."
I vanished to what would have been Micah's office, poured myself a drink, sat at his desk and propped my feet up. I took a sip of the drink, made my exact whereabouts known and waited.
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Micah
"Damn it!" I swore. For the second time everything regarding my marriage to Regina was going to hell. Delgado had managed to sway Edward and Daniel to his side. I know this because if that hadn't been the case, they would be at my side looking for instructions. I knew where they were going, they were going to get Regina and Delgado was with them.
The brothers were excellent fighters, I made sure of that but they wouldn't be able to defeat the ten guards that were blocking the door to Regina's room without help. I vanished to the room to see what I had expected, all ten guards were dead and the door was wide open. I went into the room to find six more dead guards and no Regina.
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All of a sudden, it was quiet and to be honest with you, that silence scared me more than the ruckus did. I cowered in the tub with my arms over my head not moving even when my name was called.
"Regina." a familiar yet strange voice called to me.
"You have to come with us now."
I didn't move. I didn't want to see what my brothers had become.
"Now! Regina!" another voice said. "Delgado sent us to get you out of here."
Delgado? I slowly looked up to see my brothers. Both of them were covered with blood from the fight outside of the room and still I didn't move.
"Fuck it!" Daniel said and the next thing I knew, I was being carried, slung across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and then it was lights out.
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Gremlin
I knew where they were holding Regina by the amount of guards that lingered in the trees and on the ground. Did Lannister really think that these could stop me? I cleared the tree first and then the ground before checking on Delgado's progress. He had found the brothers and I needed to be on the look out for them, once I found them I was to leave with them, he would join us later. I didn't question him on his decision; I too knew of Delgado and wasn't too concerned about him. If he needed help he would let me know.
Twenty minutes later I saw two vampires one of them with someone draped over his shoulder running out of the house at top speed. That had to be them. I vanished to their side and nodded at them, Delgado had already informed then of my presence.
One of them, the one not carrying Regina wanted to go back to assist Delgado but I wouldn't let him.
"You are needed here; Delgado is more than capable of taking care of himself."
He gave me a dubious look but let the subject drop.
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I continued to wait, Regina was now safe and on her way back to New Orleans. I know this because I felt her heading away from here with Gremlin and her brothers. I could now concentrate on the matter at hand. Micah Lannister.
I finished the drink and leaned back in his chair waiting for him to come to me. The door opened and a very angry Micah Lannister stood there glaring at me. | literotica |
Title: Fur Kingdom---CH.1 by becker587
Tags: Adventure, Fox, Near Future, Wolf
The entire premise for this story came from a dream I had one night. I enjoyed the dream so much I thought I should change it into a full length, multi chapter tale. The first chapter might have extended a little bit, coming up at just over 7 pages long. But I needed to get the foundation laid out. The rest of the chapters shouldn't be this long.
Fur Kingdom Chapter 1
In the not so distant future of 2065, a new gene sprang up and spread faster then any scientist could control. No one could agree upon the origin of the gene, in fact the only thing people could agree on was what it did to you. In a world were humans were in control, new fur-covered babies were being born. Furries, they called them. Only about one in 10,000 was born with the unique gene. However if two furs were to mate, the outcome was always another fur. The interesting thing is the range of types that exist. There doesn't seem to be any one determining factor that will lead to what type you, but once you are born with the gene. There is no going back.
Naturally, with anything that is different, there was huge civil rights movements and hate crimes committed to the fur population on a daily basis. Some cities it was so bad you couldn't be seen in public without being beaten or assaulted in some way. Large groups of the furs would meet and march asking for equal rights and freedoms that all the humans received since through some technicalities and corruption in the government; furs were not covered by all the rights and freedoms expressed in the constitution.
It wasn't until late 2082 that the largest movement took place. One that opened everyone's eyes to the poor treatment furs received up until that point. One man started the largest hate group against furs that was ever set up; having some 200,000 members and constantly growing. A large number of furs, the actual number was never released by government officials, was collected in the cities that hated them the most. No one said anything, they were just happy for the streets to be clean again.
The group, who had the named Furban coined by the local newspapers, waited until midnight one night with all the furs locked in cages. The Furbanners emptied all the captives into a small central ring with most of the members sitting around the outer edges observing the act like it was a show just for them. Once all the captives were forced into the ring, the true punishment started. All the members in the stands started to throw whatever they had into the ring, giving each other high fives if the landed a hit on a fur. After they all had their fun, the gates around the ring opened again allowing dozens of mad dogs in and around the furs. In no time the slaughter had begun, and all the while the stands were in an uproar cheering on the dogs.
All hope seemed lost, like the Furban was going to get away with such a horrible act, but the sky suddenly was bright with police helicopters surround the ring and shining lights on all the Furbanners. The largest arrest in 30 years was made as well over 25,000 people were put in handcuffs and escorted to various prisons around the US. Each with nothing less then a life sentence for the crimes against the group as a whole. There was many more that made a quick escape, but there wasn't much heard from Furban after that day, and as a good turn out from the incident; new laws and restrictions were made to amend the constitution. From 2083 and on, all furs were protected under all laws that humans were.
After a few more years' tensions between furs and humans started to die down. There were still a few hard spots in some cities were racisms toward furs was just as strong as in the past. Most of the time someone who escaped the prosecution of Furban lived there. But nothing as major as the incident took place again.
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June 27 2099
Ryan awoke much earlier today then he normally. Ever since he had graduated, he enjoyed sleeping in everyday until around 4pm and stay up until 4am. But today was different, today was his 18th birthday. He quickly flipped the light switch next to his bed revealing a rather bright light right above his head. His arms shifted over his eyes until he could finally adjust the new light. He had a small room, but nothing he ever complained about. His bed was pressed into one corner, away from the window, with plain sheets and one pillow. He never got many luxuries even though his parents were well off from their jobs. Adjacent the bed was a closet filled with clothes. Not on hangers and neatly stacked however. No, all in one big pile on the floor. Ryan like it like that, and his parents just stopped trying to make him clean it. After he could look around without squinting, he pressed a button on a stand next to his bed. The wall in front of him jumped to life after the button was pressed, and his favorite T.V. station was still on from last night. As he watched the T.V. he kept looking over his arms at the white Fur that covered them. The same white fur that covered the rest of his body. Not one black or gray hair shown. He was a solid white wolf. Even though he had a lot of the basic genetics for a wolf, he wasn't very well built. He stood up at a full height of 5' 10", but he only weighted around 135 lbs. He was still strong in his legs as he ran a lot. As his usual T.V. watching rituals would go, he reached under the covers and started to play with his tail. He couldn't tell why, but liked to play with his tail.
Ryan was special. He wasn't like any of the other kids from his school, or in the city for that matter. He was a natural born fur. Both his parents were human and carried the gene for fur. Only a one in 10,000 chance to have a fur kid, but somehow they managed. Ryan knew he was different because he was the only fur in the entire city. He lived in a small house in a suburb with hardly any room between the houses to breath. But he was used to it, since he had lived there his entire life. He could never tell that the other humans in the city would look at him strangely when he would walk around the streets. For you see he lived in the city were the Furban started. No furs ever even toured the place. It was just a bad omen for furs to be there, and yet here he was a natural born fur from one of the longest living families in the area. No one could say anything to him since his parents' status, but that doesn't mean they had to like him. All through school he was picked on the worst from other kids. Even the lunch ladies would only give him half portions of food. Some nights he would even come home in tears from what the other kids would do and say to him. But every time his parents were able to calm him down and convince him that kids are just like that in school, its normal. However both of them knew the real reason he was picked on the most, and secretly they were a little ashamed of being the only people in the entire city to have a fur kid.
Ryan was finally free. No more school, no more mean kids to torment him, and no more humiliating walks through the city. He was quite content with just sitting in his room for the rest of his life, although he knew this wasn't possible. So he was just waiting until he turned 18 so he could leave this city and move someplace where he might be a little more accepted. He was going to break it to his parents that same day.
As he watched the T.V. bounce around with each movement from the show, a sudden beep was heard at the door. He could tell at once that it was his parents coming in to see him. Probably from all the noise the T.V. was making. "Yes?" he asked toward the door.
"May we come in son? There is something we need you do," the response came almost as quick, but didn't wait for a response as the door slide open reliving both his parents standing in the door way. They made their way across the floor to Ryan bed promptly sitting on the side. "Do you know what today is dear?" he heard his mom ask giving a wide smile. Ryan crawled up from under the covers sitting down and shaking his head happily. Ryan's dad's eyes looking down at his son but looked away again toward the wall. "Um, son. Maybe you should put some pants on...," he had said in a somewhat shaky voice. He had always seemed to talk a little different when he would talk to Ryan. Ryan had always noticed, but passed it off like it was nothing.
Ryan looked down to a rather exposed sheath and then blushing brightly. He never really felt bad when someone saw him naked because he felt like his sheath was more covering then most humans had, yet he was still a little embarrassed to be sitting naked in from of his parents, and he hoped they wouldn't see the stains still around his sheath. His paws quickly ran around under his covers looking for his shorts he kicked off last night. When he felt the elastic band on the tip of his paw he wrapped around it, pulling it out, and quickly slipping it on like nothing happened. Even letting out a little chuckle.
His dad let out a long sigh before turning back around to look at his son. "We need a few things from the stores to help make your cake. We thought it would be best if you go get them so we can arrange the house for you by time you get back," his bad had explained. Ryan just let out a long sigh before nodding. He didn't really want to go to the store, especially if one of the boys he knew from school was working today. But it would seem he didn't have a choice.
After his parents left the room he went to work through his clothes. He sprung off his bed into a pile of clothes on the floor starting to spread them out all over the floor, but making sure to sniff each one until he found some that were clean. He pulled on the shirt and pants, which had a special hole he had cut out in the back to allow his tail to fit through. After a few touches in the washroom he was bounding out the door toward the store just wanting to get this little trip of his done.
It was only a five-minute walk to the store from his house, but it felt longer. All the neighbors did their usual staring to him as he went by. It just ignored them all and focused on moving toward the store faster. It was like clock work for him to get to the store. Left on the first street and straight down the road until the store is on the left side. For some reason or another, the walk seemed to be taking longer today. It might have been all the extra stares he was getting from the people around the city. He was used to a few whenever he would go out, but it seemed almost all of them were watching him this time.
What seemed like ages, he finally arrived at the local store. Standing in the parking lot he looked up at the sign reading it to himself, much like he would do every time he was there. "Jimmys." He never understood the name since the owner was named Jack. If someone was driving by and saw the name "Jimmys" they probably wont think its a grocery store, but it didn't bother him any so he continued into the double doors that opened automatically once he stepped on the black pad in front.
Once inside he could see the bright florescent lighting burring his eyes some. He couldn't help but twitch his tail some as he adjusted to the new light, quickly drawling attention to himself. "Oh, it's you.....great," he heard from a guy behind the register. He could tell right away from the voice that it was the one in fact he wished wasn't there on this day. The biggest bully he had to face at school. All his friends called him Bert, but Ryan thought that just calling him a dick suited him much better. "......Hi Bert...," he found himself responding even thought he didn't want to. "What are you doing here little furface"
Ryan never had a reason why, but being called furface made him ready to bust out and thrash at Bert until he couldn't any longer, and Bert could tell too. Yet he always found a way to hold back his anger. "Nothing to do with you Bert, I'm just here to pick up a few things...." Ryan responded while walking toward the back of the store, but making sure to hold his middle digit up on his paw in plain view for Bert as he left.
Finally getting the few things he needed, he took a double check to make sure he got it all. Out of his back pocket came a small piece of paper with words scribbled into a list. "Lets see.... Eggs, check......Milk, check.......Cookie Dough, hehe check," he knew the last thing wasn't on the list, but it wasn't his money. Besides all the evidence would be gone before he made it back home anyway.
As he approached the checkout lines, he made sure to go through the line farthest from Bert, and to his luck the exit door was on the same side. With the items scanned, placed into a bag, and the money traded, Ryan started to pad out of the store to make his way home. First he made sure to reach into the bag and pull out the tube of cookie dough. The top was pushed into his maw as he took a bite around the top pulling the plastic wrap off and suckling on the sugary food.
The walk back home was a lot more enjoyable and quicker, mostly from the added bonus of having the snack in his paw the whole time taking his attention off the people staring at him. Closer to home he smelled a faint scent of smoke. Being so intent on his dough he just took a few sniffs while keeping his maw over the remaining sweetness. "Someone is burning wood again," he thought to himself finding that the added smell of a wood fire was making the cookie dough not as pleasant as before.
With he was finally able to make the only turn on his trip he stopped in his track, dropping what groceries were still in his paws. For directly in front of him was his house, fully ablaze from one end to the other. Police cares and fire trucks were lining up in front trying to fight the blaze. The fire wasn't even what stuck out the most to him. No, it was the two white body bags that were being pulled aside from the blaze and placed into a black car. His heart stopped for a few minutes. Thoughts rushed through his head. Was those his parents in the bags, did he start the fire, was this even his house.
He just happened to look down and see one of the police officers showing his picture to a neighbor. The neighbor nodding and pointing toward the store he had gone to. Ryan panicked and started breathing even heavier. Were they accusing him of the fire? He didn't give himself time to think as he took off running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. A quick outcome came to mind for him. It consisted of him either getting out of this city or being arrested for starting a fire he couldn't have done. He thought it best to leave the city, so he starting making his way to the train depot.
After a nonstop 20 minute run, Ryan arrived at the station more winded then he had ever been. He made sure to rest some before going in. Upon sitting down on the ledge right outside of the doors he suddenly got a memory of long ago. Back when he was a lot smaller then he was now. Sitting on the same stone block he was now, only then his parents were smiling and laughing beside him. Now he was alone. This was the first time the thought of his parents maybe being dead sank into him. They might have been ashamed at times, and avoid talking to him if they could, but they were still the only people he knew in this world that was nice to him. It was tough being the only fur for miles.
Once Ryan was able to regain his composure, he stood up making his way to the door. Coming up to the entrance he saw the doors slide open for him, he tilted his head a little as there wasn't any strip under his feet. He just accepted it and walked through. Once he entered, however, a voice came through the speakers. "Welcome Ryan Cummings, are you were for an arrival or for departure?"
Ryan had never been inside the train station before, just waited outside for family and friends to come out. He laid his ears back feeling a little uncomfortable with the voice knowing more about him then he thought it should. "Um.... Departure?"
"Confirmed, new departures should take the left hall to gate A," the voice responded. Ryan kept his eyes locked on the speakers around him, but started to walk down the hall. He didn't want to remain any longer then he had to.
The hall wasn't that long, but he still had time to think more about what all had just happened. His eyes remained on the blue carpeting stretching from one end of the hall to the other. The whole time his tail swaying around nervously. He had to get out of town yes, but where would he go. He didn't know where any family lived, even if he did; no one liked him. He was too different.
He was taken aback when he heard someone say something. "Where would you like to travel today Mr. Cummings?" another voice came from a control box. "Well, do I have to have a place to go, cant I just get on and ride until I feel like I want to get off?" he asked back.
"Error, invalided selection, please choose again." He was about to get frustrated with the machine until a train arrived behind him. As he turned to look he saw something he had only wished for he entire life. Out of the train came many Humans, but one different. One was a bright red furred Fox. Ryan couldn't take his eyes off the fox as it exited the train. The fox had noticed the shorter Wolf staring back at him giving a small smile while approaching. "Well, well I guess I'm not the only one stupid enough to come here after all," the fox said to Ryan giving away the fact that he was male.
"Huh... what are you talking about?" Ryan felt really confused yet happy to see another fur for once in his life.
"This town, boy, no fur should ever have to be here. Don't you know anything," the fox making sure to sound as sarcastic as possible.
"Well I um, live here. Or at least I did live here. Or something," Ryan was too dumbfounded to respond like he wanted to.
"Live here?! Why on earth would any fur want to live here. This place is horrible," the sincerity in his eyes made Ryan calm down some more.
"Look I cant really stay here and talk, there was just an accident, now I have no where to live. I have to leave here quick," Ryan felt his ears lay down some as he looked toward the floor.
"Hmm, need a place to live you say, what if I told you I know a place, you might like it. It's for furs only. There are lots of us there. And you get to live for free?" the fox's tail starting to pick up a pace of swinging as his interested in the wolf increased. Ryan felt his ears suddenly perk up straight as he locked eyes with the fox again. "Are you serious?" Ryan didn't even care; he just wanted somewhere to go. The fox gave a few nods seeing the wolf was really taking into his offer. "Fine ill do it!"
"Excellent," the fox made it clear he was happy as he turned to the control panel. "Two tickets to Skylark town please"
"Confirmed, please enjoy your ride," two tickets stuck out of the bottom slot while the voice responded to the fox. "Well kid, my name is Dale, how about you?" the fox asked as he grabbed the tickets and began leading Ryan toward the already docked train. "My name is Ryan..... Thanks for all the help"
"Oh don't worry about it kid, I'm sure we will see a lot more of each other from here on out," the fox gave a small smile leading Ryan into the train with a paw wrapped around his shoulder. Once in side the doors closed and the train shot off on the moveable tracks toward Skylark town.
Things might look like they aren't the best in the world for poor little Ryan, but they will get better. I promise ^-^ if there is anything that can be bettered about the story in general or poor writing styles. Please let me know so I can correct them for future chapters. | FSE |
Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: From the outside, it was bland and ugly. A huge, grey block of a building, fully one hundred and fifty feet on a side, and about one hundred feet tall, it sat there with nothing aesthetic to recommend it. Some sort of heavy machinery, like large air conditioning units, covered the roof, and from the street, only one, small door was visible. There were no windows on any of it's unadorned sides, and only a smallish brass plaque gave any clue as to the contents. It could have been a warehouse, save that warehouses were not built so heavily, and it could have been a bomb shelter, save that shelters were not so large. In fact, so unremarkable was its appearance, that none of the building's neighbors (all industrial plants and factories of various sorts) ever gave any thought to it at all.
The brass plaque had three circles engraved on it, each larger than the last, almost touching. Below that was the word (or name, perhaps?) BEBIC, in strong capital letters. Nothing else.
One morning, an hour or two before lunch, a small white sports coupe came speeding up before the BEBIC building. It was travelling perhaps a bit too fast, as if to make the somewhat depressing industrial surroundings pass more quickly. It pulled to a stop precisely in front of the gray block, where a small bit of while lettering on the sidewalk said "Reserved". Two people got out of the car, each dressed in a plain white lab coat.
Following the two to the door, an observant person might note that one of the two was a man, the other a woman. The man was broad shouldered, solidly built, with brown hair and a reddish beard. Dark glasses hid his eyes. The woman was somewhat shorter, with lengthy black hair, and a figure the lab coat could not completely hide. The same observer might have noted while the man was wearing corduroy pants and loafers, the woman appeared to be bare-legged under her lab coat, and was only wearing sandals more suited to the beach than an industrial workplace.
The man pulled on the plaque, revealing a small numbered panel. The woman took a key from her pocket and put it into the lock on the door. Quickly, the man typed a lengthy series of numbers into the panel and swung the plaque shut. As he did, there was a buzzing noise, and the woman quickly turned her key, and the door swung open. Inside was cool darkness. The two entered, and the door swung shut behind them.
Helia and Glenn moved by memory, flipping lights on, and turning a few rheostats. The small room they were in lit up like a control room, ready to launch a rocket. One after another, screens with all sorts of graphical displays lit up, and from beyond a large, thick-paned window, reinforced with bars, overhead fixtures lit up the immense remaining space, bigger than a football field. The huge room was nearly empty, with a few small wheeled carts and a chair near the center, seemingly lost in all that space.
Glenn picked up a clipboard lying on what appeared to be the main control desk, studied it a moment, and made a few notes. Helia opened the heavy, pressure sealed door, that led to the larger room, and looked back at Glenn, expectantly. He grinned at her, happily, almost with the same look a child gives in a candy store, and motioned the woman through the door first, then followed, still with the clipboard. The two walked out to the collection of equipment in the center of the room.
"Well, Madame President, for the record, you do have the material we're supposed to test?" Glenn asked.
"As you know full well, I'm wearing it, my dear CEO. Shall we get with the testing?" Helia replied, smiling at Glenn's eager expression.
"Surely! If you could, umm, disrobe?"
Helia slowly unbuttoned her lab coat, turning with unconscious grace, such a simple act, into something erotic and sensuous. She unbuttoned the first few buttons, turning slightly as she did so, presenting a three-quarters profile to Glenn. Her lips parted slightly, and she breathed in, slowly, as if she wasn't just breathing, but drinking a fine wine. She rolled her shoulders back, and her bust lifted, becoming more prominent as she emphasized it. As the lab coat pulled open, Glenn could see she was wearing a blue bikini top underneath it.
Helia turned back to Glenn, and finished unbuttoning the coat, revealing that all she wore under it was the top and bottom halves of this blue bikini. It was royal blue in color, and shiny, as if it were wet. It was a classic design, with two simple triangles of fabric for the top, held on and together with slender straps of the same material. While it was generously sized, it still fell short of covering her GG cup breasts completely. The bottoms were of the same design...close, but not quite a thong..and what little it did conceal caused the imagination to run to a fever pitch. She ran her hands along her body...from her knees, up her thighs to her ass, where she paused to adjust the fabric, then back up, along her belly, to her breasts. These, she cupped a moment, and gave a little bounce and squeeze, before continuing up to the back of her neck, where Helia lifted the midnight mane of her hair for a moment. She smiled, a small, quiet smile, as she heard Glenn's breathing become a bit more labored, and she gave a full body shimmy, before standing back quietly, hands at her sides.
Glenn swallowed hard, and made a visible effort to regain control over himself. "Uh-o..kay, dear...um...right. Let's get started, before I havea heart attack, eh?" He waled over to the nearest of the two carts, and picked up something that looked not unlike a SCUBA respirator, save that it was smaller, and had it's own elastic strap.
Helia nodded. "Whenever you're ready, honey." She licked her lips once, so they had a similar sheen as her suit, and waited for Glenn to approach. Glenn walked around behind Helia and started to put the device over her nose and mouth. She helped by lifting her hair out of the way of the strap, which went around the back of her head., and was tightened until it fit snugly. Of course, in doing so, he did get a perfect view, over her shoulder of the full expanse of her breasts from the top, as well as a dark chasm of cleavage that just invited him to explore it. Helia felt him grow harder, where he pressed against her backside, and Glenn, noticing this too, tried to pull away. Helia, however, had other plans.
She quickly reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of his hips, and pulled him forward. Then she pushed backwards with her hips, grinding him into her soft, voluptuous rump. Glenn could have pulled free quickly, but somehow, he lost the will to do so. However, after a little while of this soft, intense massage, he breathed into Helia's ear,"Hon...sh--shouln't we b-be working?"
Helia released Glenn by the simple expedient of releasing her grip, and thrusting back with her hips one last time, making him stumble back a bit. His eyes focussed on her ass, following it carefully as it waved a bit in front of him, the shiny blue fabric not even making a token attempt to cover the majority of her rump.
Glenn walked back around in front of Helia, somewhat stifflegged, and sweating a trifle. He picked up a small computer-like device, and tapped a few of the buttons on it's face. He didn't look up from what he held as he spoke, "Initial Elasticity Test, one thousand mililiters on each side. Helia, dear, if you could do your thing? I'll let you know when to stop."He paused for a second, then said "Go!"
Since he was so carefully paying attention to the numbers on the display in front of him, Glenn saw nothing of Helia as she began the test. She rolled her shoulders back, standing at her full height, and began to pull air through the small device over her mouth, which measured the volume of her intake. There was a sound not unlike Darth Vader breathing, as she sucked air through the mouthpiece. Normally, as one breathes, the chest rises and falls with the diaphragm, which, on occasion, can lead to spectacular views of well endowed women. However, Helia wasn't following the normal pattern. She took a deep breath, her chest rose...and then she took another deep breath. She never exhaled. Her breasts filled out with each breath, becoming larger and fuller with each. They began to swell more and more spherical, resembling a child's ball, molded out of human flesh. Her nipples thrust outwards into the fabric of the suit, rising to promenance and matching her breasts' growth.
And the suit? It somehow stretched with her, matching her expansion so that proportionally as much breast was covered as before. This meant, of course, that as Helia grew, more and more tanned flesh became visible, but Glenn was purposefully oblivious, focussing on his device. Even the straps of the suit stretched easily and proportionally, until Glenn's readout beeped, and he said "Stop!"
"That's got it lover...an even thousand cubic centimeters in each--Holy Shit!" Glenn exclaimed, finally looking up from the device in his hand. In the few seconds that his attention had been focussed down, Helia's breasts had nearly doubled in size...making her larger than all but the very largest of the sillicone-bloated strippers in the magazines which he no longer had a reason to read. She stood facing him, hands on her full, womanly hips, and a small smile on her lips, hidden behind the air-flow counter.
The readout slipped from Glenn's fingers and clattered noisiliy on the floor. The loud sound served to break the spell that Helia was casting over her lover, and Glenn shook himself, as if rising from a trance. "How does it feel, sweety?"
Helia pulled the mouthpiece off over her head and glided over to a cart, setting it down there. The motion caused her to move in fascinating ways, swollen breasts undulating with each step and bobbing a bit as she stopped at the cart. "Feel?" she asked, archly. "I -feel- wonderful, of course. I -love- growing so big and sexy...." Her hand stroked the exaggerated curve of one breast, lingering as she came to the end of the arc, knowing Glenn wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. "You could feel me for yourself, Mister-Scientific-Detchament, if you wanted."
"If I did that, we might have to finish these tests another time...and you were the one who wanted a new swimsuit for when we go down to Buckroe next week. Come on, how does the suit feel?"
Helia paused a moment, the sexy pout gone from her face for a moment as she considered the question. "Actually, it feels just the same...doesn't feel stretched out at all." She reached forward...further forward than before, and placed a finger under the hem of one of the bra cups. Helia pulled her finger a bit away from her breast, and the fabric stretched easily with her, then snapped back when she pulled her finger back. A small tremor rippled through the supple flesh of her breast. Glenn watched hungrily. "Feels just as elastic as when we started.", she said.
Glenn bent over to pick up the handheld computer and placed it on the cart next to the respirator-sensor, eyes somehow never straying from Helia's expansive chest. Likewise without looking, he retreived the clipboard and made some notes. Of course, Helia -did- have to remind him to turn it so the paper was on the upper side, but anyone can make mistakes.
"Hmmmm..the color looks the tiniest bit faded...makes sense as your breast volume about doubled..and the area the suit had to cover went up by an exponential value of two-thirds....", Glenn muttered as he scribbled. Helia just smiled to herself again. She knew Glenn was just trying to distract himself by dredging up technical jargon. She also knew that in the long run, it didn't have a prayer of working. Clearing her throat, she reminded him that he should get the second part of the testing ready.
Glenn jotted down a last few notes, taking the extra time to compose himself before looking back up at Helia's exaggeratedly voluptuous form. She was just standing there, smiling at him as though she could see every lustful thought he was having...and she probably could, having known him for quite some time. So he looked away again, this time down the the lower shelf on the larger of the two carts. There, he pulled out a tank that resembled a pair of two-liter bottles in size, and some sort of compact, if heavy, machine. Glenn set about connecting the two with hoses he pulled from the other cart. Finished, he checked a few dials, and turned on a switch. The machine began making chugging noises, and the needle on one of the dials began to steadily go up.
Glenn began speaking again, more to himself and his voice recorder, than for any need to tell Helia what was happening. "This is actually a test in two parts, to determine how the fabric responds to other types of stress. The first part will actually be a continuation of the first one, except that your growth will be much more rapid and extreme." The two of them flashed identical hungry smiles at each other when "growth" and "extreme" left his mouth. "It will do so by building up considerable pressure, mixing it with the tank of water, and blasting the spray into you. This means the growth will be very rapid, and it will also give your breasts considerable mass, in the form of water, for the second half of the test."
"And that second half," Helia interrupted, "is where I get my best to make any hula dancer eat her skirt, right? Let's get to it, then!"
The compressor on the cart chirped once, as if to echo Helia's sentiments and to say that it too was ready to go. Glenn uncoiled a hose from the compressor, and motioned towards the chair. Helia nodded, then picked the flow monitor back up from the cart, and waled over to the chair.
In doing so, she swayed not -too- much more than she had to, but she knew the effects would not be lost on her partner. She seated herself, and put the monitor back on. Glenn quickly looked elsewhere becore she could lift her arms to do so, lest the sight call off the test entirely. Once that was in place, Glenn took the end of the hose over to Helia and connected it to the intake port on the monitor. Once fully set up, he hurried back to the compressor and waited for Helia's "hi-sign". He didn't have long to wait. Helia concentrated on that part of herself, deep inside, that allowed her to inflate. When it was in readiness (always easy when she was aroused, as she was now), she gave Glenn the thumbs-up. Instantly, Glenn punched a button on the compressor's case, and stared avidly at Helia...or more precisely, her bust.
The compressor whirred, and Helia's cheeks bulged out with the sudden surge of pressure. However, that was not all that bulged. In the span of seconds, the air that the machine had compressed, plus the water in the tanks, had been pumped into Helia's breasts. They swelled out unbelievably, becoming fuller and rounder than before. Within the first second, she was larger than any feature dancer, tight with sillicone, had ever been. By the time the third second had been reached, she was bigger than any recorded case of macromastia in the world, except much firmer and rounder. When the fifth second had ended, and the compressor was sputtering, empty, Helia could only be compared to fantasies.
In those five seconds, her breasts had sweeled outwards wider than her elbows could span, and far enough forward that she could no longer see the top front swells of her tits. Her smooth, tanned skin shook minutely with each breath and slight movement she made. Amazingly, despite her incredible and rapid expansion, Helia's skin did not look unduly tight or shiny under the pressure that was filling her out. She just looked bigger than any other woman on the Earth...which was natural, because at that moment, she was. For just a moment, her eyes half-closed and her hands lightly stroked the bared skin around the outside of her breasts.
She slowly reached back around her immense breasts, and pulled the hose/respirator off. "Whufff. That's -always- a rush! Did you get the results you wanted?"
Glenn picked up the readout, and "hmm-ed" a second. "Ah, there we are! Yes, seventy-five hundred millilliters in each breast, with two thousand of that being water. Ready for a hand up?"
Helia shook her head. "I think I can manage, this time." She leaned back a moment, lifting the swollen orbs of her breasts for a moment, and slipped her arms beneath them for support. Then she leaned back forward just enough to get momentum and stood, quickly. Her massive breasts wobbled and swayed a bit, but her arms supported her enough that it was minimal.
Glenn watched as her hands, so small against the huge expanse of flesh, each kneaded a breast, and knew that what he wanted, more than anything at the moment, was to do the same.
Once on her feet, Helia waited for a moment to let the vibrations within her body die down , then said "Ok, Glenn...how did the suit hold up? I, uhm, I can't see it from back here any more...."
Glenn's jaw worked for a short time, but now sounds came out. Finally, with an obvious effort he pulled his eyes from Helia's bust to her face and said, nearly coherently, "Uhh...What?"
Helia smiled with equal parts exasperation and amusement, and repeated her question. This time, Glenn heard her, and gave the suit a cafeful once-over.
"It looks just fine from here. Expansion of the material is on a par with your own. Maybe a trifle less, but you're still covered enough for the public eye. It's definitely faded a bit as it stretched, but that's normal, and it's not quite as shiny. You know....this might just be the stuff we've been looking for after all!"
Helia nodded, and her breasts picked up on the motion enough to silence Glenn for a moment. "Well, maybe," she said. "But we still have two more tests to run before we can be sure...and I've got an idea for a third test that I'd like to give it after this one. Don't want to count your melons before they're grown, you know!"
Glenn stifled a snicker. "What's this new test you came up with...and does it need any special equipment? We are on a bit of a schedule here, if we're going to get this fabric in production."
"No....nothing special...in fact, after the inertial resistance test, I think that would be the perfect time...and I think I'm about the right size for it as well.. Ok...on with the show, so to speak!"
Glenn stepped back about 10 feet, while Helia moved the chair out of the area. He grabbed a high speed digital camera is he passed the second cart, and turned it on as he moved. Helia, now surrounded by nothing but space, arched her back slightly, and gyrated in place a little. The resulting motions could have been used as illustrations for earthquake movies. Glenn caught an image every half second on the camera. As the test continued, Helia's motions got wilder and wilder, bouncing up and down, swaying side to side, and jiggling in all directions. The water in Helia's breasts gave an added force to her movements, one that normal swimsuits, even if they came in Helia's currently outrageous size, could not withstand. Finally, slightly out of breath, Helia wobbled to a stop. Amazingly, the suit was still intact. True, one nipple had popped free of the confines of the fabric, but after a performance like that, any woman with any breasts at all would have experienced the same thing.
"Wh--well?" She asked. "How did it do?"
"Marvelously!" he replied. "Doesn't look like it was overstressed at all...and that's a compliment to the seamstress, as well! Although...you know...." his voice trailed off.
Helia looked concerned. "What?"
"You know, if I were just to sell these pics across the 'Net, we'd never have funding troubles again!"
Helia growled in mock-anger, and made as if to swing a fist at him...clearly an impossible prospect, as her breasts were far too large for her to get close enough to make that a serious threat. Glenn just laughed and grinned. "Just kidding! I'll geet some of the better ones printed out and put in your scrapbook for a rainy Sunday afternoon, or something."
"Or.....something." she agreed.
"So, what's this new test you want to run?" Glenn asked.
"Well," she said, "it occurred to me that there are times I'd need to get dressed -after- I've already...grown. So I wanted to see how well the suit would react to my taking it off and putting it back on."
"So what do I do?"
"Just stand in front of me, while I take this thing off. I suspect I'll needs a hand or two to put it back on. But then, if this were a real life situation, I'm sure I could count on your help no matter what."
If Glenn had been watching Helia's face instead of....other areas, he might have noticed a fairly cunning look pass across her face. She had been feeling increasingly horny as the tests went on, and she wasn't about to leave it to Glenn's sometimes shy nature to give her the relief she wanted. So she had a plan....
Glenn took up position in front of Helia's breasts, which bobbled and shifted a bit as Helia moved around. "Ok...I'm going to untie the top...just let it fall...I need the practice in picking things up that I can't see...then I'll try to stretch it back on me. I'll probably need your help with that part, since now I'm too big to see what I'm doing up front. and catch me if I overbalance."
Glenn nodded absently as he watched the sway and movement of the colossal breasts mesmerized him...the way her curves just flowed into an apparently endless chasm of cleavage.
| bodyinflation |
Title: A lovely Surprise by Hidden Heart
Tags: Leopard, M/F, No-Yiff, Panther, Plot Development
Orao and Lamika spent a lot of time together and Orao thought it was time to move to the next step. Lamika would often spend the night and Orao would visit her at the courthouse. This just didn't seem like enough for Orao though. He wanted to take care of Lamika and sleep by her side every evening. He wanted to cook for her in the evening and wait for her to come home to him. In short he wanted Lamika to move into the loft with him. He thought about it and wondered. They had only been together for a little over four months and he wasn't sure if he wanted to pop a question like this on her. Orao new Lamika loved him but did she want to lie next to him every evening and awake next to him every morning. All he could do is wonder. Lamika could tell something bothered him but their were no clues as to what it was. Orao got lucky when he got an inside tip on a company. Orao made a fortune in investing and he now had more wealth that he could ever need. Now it was time he thought, I'll ask her when we go out to celebrate.
Orao arranged another dinner at Shay Purr and they went down that evening to celebrate. Lamika ate while her thoughts ran rapid in her mind. She new that he was going to ask her something but didn't know what it was. Could he be thinking of marriage she thought suddenly chocking on a piece of meat? Orao went to her side immediately to see if she was ok and she regained her self quickly. Lamika excused herself and went into the bathroom. She starred at herself in the mirror if he asked she would have to say no, that is to say she would need to wait till a better time in her career for that. She loved him deeply and had seen other relationships fail on a faulted proposal. No she thought I would not lose Orao, even if it meant quitting her job to be with him. Nothing would get in the way of them being together. Lamika came back and sat down at the table. Orao decided it was time.
"Lamika I have something I want you to consider for me," he said nervously, "Please just hear me out before you say anything."
"Now that I'm rich I plan on staying home so that I can follow my other interests and I want to take care of things and feel like I'm making a difference in the life of the women I love," he said as her eyes widened and a look of suspense flowed onto her face.
Lamika put her paw on Orao's, "I promise I won't be angry, after all I love you more than anything or anyone in the world ever could, so go ahead and ask what you want of me," Lamika assured him.
Orao felt a little better, "So well here it is, I want you to move in with me," a look of relief warmed over her as she got up.
"I love you, I would love to move in with you," Lamika said as she hugged him.
Orao and Lamika smiled at each other and kissed as they passionately embraced. Orao was thrilled that she took it so well not realizing what she had been thinking and worrying about only a few minutes earlier. They danced for a while and finally went back to Orao's soon to be their home.
Orao had all of her things brought to his loft the next day and supervised the decorating and reconstruction of the loft to make her more comfortable in her new surroundings. Orao was going to leave no chance of her being uncomfortable in their home.
Orao quit his work as a stockbroker only keeping his friends and himself as clients. He continued to make money for his friends and himself and in return he got favors that made him more comfortable. Lamika loved moving into the loft and he had taken every precaution so she would be happy. Nothing could equal the love and dedication he had shown her.
Lamika loved living with Orao in the spacious loft. She loved to go to sleep by his side every evening; she loved to awaken next to Orao every morning. Lamika loved how he was waiting for her every afternoon with a hot meal just for her. It felt wonderful the way her being around him made everything better. She only wondered if he would be happy like this forever and what she could do to prove her love to him the way he proved it to her. Orao was thrilled to spend every waking moment dedicating his very essence to her happiness.
Lamika was happy for three months before something just didn't seem right anymore. She felt like she didn't express how much she loved him and instinctively he new something was wrong. Orao was not completely aware of her uncertainty but he did want to know what it was. One evening they sat to eat and Orao decided for better or worse he needed to know.
"Honey, are you unhappy?" he said, his voice low and deep.
"No! No! I love you I've just been feeling like I don't make you happy," she said as she stood up suddenly.
He stood up and hugged Lamika, "I will live my life serving your happiness until the day I die," a tear fell from his cheek, "I do what I do and live the way I live because I choose it this way and I have never once regretted it."
Lamika cried, "I love you so much and I don't know how I can show it, you've done so much for me and I feel like theirs nothing I can do for you."
"Your doing it right now," he whispered to her as a smile came to his face, "You return the love I have for you and nothing could make me happier than that."
He lifted her head and kissed her. Lamika calmed down and they finished the meal. Lamika felt better and realized what she could do for him but it required him making the first move. She wanted to accept a marriage proposal from him, she new it was just a matter of time before he would ask her.
Lamika soon found out from a friend of his that Orao hadn't proposed to her because he new she might have said no and she felt ashamed for anything she ever did to instill such a fear in him. She thought back to the night she thought he might propose and almost went to tears at what she would have done to him if she had said no that night. Lamika talked to her friends at work about how to show him she would say yes if he asked and for the most part they said, "If she loved him he would figure it out." Unknown to Lamika one of her best friends was already in league with Orao to find out when she wanted to get married. Lamika's friend Jen called Orao and told him about what the girls and Lamika had been talking about that day and Orao jumped for joy.
Orao already had the perfect plan and started implementing it immediately. First he diligently worked on the start of a painting. It had to be perfect and he worked long and hard slowly creating a masterpiece. Every stroke in its proper place as he tested the extent of his ability and skill. It took three weeks to paint the first stage of the painting but he didn't tire his will to strong to let him stop as he spent an eternity on every brush stroke. Lamika could tell that he was up to something but she had no idea what it was. He asked Lamika to pose for a special painting and she stood every day as he painted. He never let her see the painting, saying it would be a wonderful surprise. She had never seen him work so hard on a painting, the look on his face that of deep thought and complete concentration. For weeks she stood for him and she wondered what it was. Orao had never taken longer that a couple of days to do a painting before and she wondered what the painting was of. Orao finally finishing the painting one evening put a tarp on it and went over to Lamika. He kissed her and thanked her for posing.
"So can I see the painting now," Lamika said with a look of complete curiosity.
"Tomorrow night my love, after dinner I will explain everything," he smiled as he kissed her again.
Lamika decided to be patient and went to bed. Orao laid out a gray suit and skirt so he knew what she would be wearing the next day before he went to bed. Orao didn't sleep that night and just lay there looking at the women he loved so much and with a deep sigh hugged her tight to his chest. He pretended to be asleep as she got up in the morning so that she wouldn't be suspicious. After Lamika left, Orao moved out of bed and started setting up everything he needed to for the perfect night. Orao started cleaning the fireplace and hung the covered painting up above it. He then proceeded to set a small dining table in front while he roasted a large turkey dinner, Lamika's favorite. An hour before he expected Lamika home he built a fire in the fireplace and lit the candles on the table. Orao then dressed in a jet-black suit with gold trim on it. A neatly folded red Handkerchief stuck out of the jacket pocket over his heart. He stood on the balcony and waited for his beloved to walk into the building.
Orao saw Lamika walk into the building and he rushed back in. He put the turkey on the table and turned on his large entertainment center. Orao played a tape he had prepared for this and he listened to the romantic music flowing through the room just like their first date. Orao stood in front of the door and waited for her to open it. Lamika was surprised when she opened the door to see Orao in the suit she had bought him for his birthday. He looked handsome in the suit and she could tell he was wearing cologne. Orao picked Lamika up and she was whisked over to the table in front of the roaring fire. She listened to the music from the stereo and took a long whiff of the turkey dinner he had prepared. Lamika kissed Orao and sat at the table. They ate silently as Lamika anticipated him to reveal his surprise, the suspense and curiosity was killing her.
They finished dinner and Orao put his hand on Lamika's. They stood and Orao put Lamika in front of the painting. He asked her to close her eyes. Lamika closed her eyes excited as a child waiting for a piece of candy. He removed the cover and knelt behind Lamika. He then told her to open her eyes. Lamika opened her eyes and starred at the painting, it was so life like she thought. The painting was of Orao kneeling in front of her with an open ring box in the suit he was wearing. Lamika was standing before him with a smile. All this was in front of a roaring fireplace, next to a table with lit candles. Lamika's eyes widened when she realized what it meant. Lamika closed her eyes and a tear slid down her cheek as she slowly turned around. Lamika opened her eyes and started to cry as she gazed upon Orao kneeling before her with an open ring box in his hand. A ring of unparallel beauty lay in the box, it had a large diamond surrounded by a heart shaped pattern of rubies all set in a gold band.
"Please tell me you will be at my side for eternity?" he said with love in his eyes and a soft gentle voice.
"Yes," Lamika answered the tears running from her eyes as she knelt down and hugged him crying in excitement. Orao allowed a tear to fall onto her shoulder as he slid the beautiful ring on his lover's finger. Orao and Lamika kissed and embraced each other passionately never wanting the feeling to end. There love was unparallel and Lamika was happy to finally show him how much she loved him. | FSE |
Title: Sold-3 by Rakuen Growlithe
Tags: Drugs, M/F, M/M, Non-Anthro, Oral, Pikachu, Pokemon, Tie, Vaginal, Whipping
AN: Thanks to Keita for betaing this story.
Chapter 3
Pyrope couldn't see anything through the thick, swirling mists that surrounded him, but as he moved forward the path ahead seemed to slowly clear until he could see open, green fields. He ran effortlessly along the ground, not feeling the pull of gravity at all, stopping only when he felt the ground start to tremble beneath his paws. He glanced round, his fur standing on end as the sky seemed to darken, changing from light to dark blue and ending finally as an angry purple covering. He shivered in fear, his ears filling with a loud, deep noise that increased in volume with the increasing instability of the world. In an instant a large 4X4 hurtled over a nearby hill, growling loudly and careening towards the scared puppy. Pyrope turned to run, his wide eyes leaping around the landscape in a vain attempt to find refuge. Despite his attempts to escape he suddenly felt sluggish and his limbs dragged through the air as like when you try to run in deep water. The car rapidly closed the distance between them, the roaring in his ears growing unbearable as the mists swept him up once again and the world grew and darker and darker...
"Hey, wake up, puppy," said Pyrope's owner softly, shaking the moaning growlithe lightly. The canine blinked as he tried to get the sleep out of his eyes, his head throbbing slightly. As his nightmare faded away it was replaced by a different sort of nightmare as he saw his new owner and the two pokemon he'd been drugged into having sex with. "Good to see you're up," smiled his owner, scritching behind Pyrope's ear. Pyrope's fur quivered angrily as he was touched, the action sparking on his frustrations from the previous day. With a snarl he snapped at the man's hand. Just before his teeth closed over the hand, Randy's cheeks sparked and sent out two jolts of electricity into Pyrope. The growlithe yelped and flinched back, giving his owner a chance to pull his hand away. "Good boy, Randy," praised his trainer, "I guess our new acquisition isn't going to go as easily as I'd hoped." Randy sighed and shook his head, his eyes never leaving Pyrope as he watched attentively for any sign of an attack.
"Let's go over a few basic things, puppy," stated his master, taking a short, black, leather whip from a cupboard and letting it hang down to the floor, "I'm your master. That's all you need to know about me. What you need to know about you is that you must obey me. If you don't then you're going to get punished." The lash of the whip flashed forward, striking Pyrope's left shoulder, forcing him to jump to the side, trying to lessen the blow. "Attempting to bite me is very strictly forbidden!" The whip cracked on Pyrope's skin a few more times, each time the sound echoed in the room it was joined with a subsequent yelp and a small puff of orange and black fur. Each lash struck him exactly where it was intended, driving him in a tight circle as he tried to avoid the blows. Once the whipping stopped Pyrope collapsed on the ground whimpering loudly, flinching each time his master moved, worried the pain would start again. "Stay still," instructed his master, kneeling down next to the scared puppy. He brought a potion out of his pocket and spraying it where the whip had struck the growlithe. It stung but immediately afterwards Pyrope felt a warm tingle as the injury was healed. "Now are you going to behave?" asked his master, poking him with the whip. Scared of being whipped again he nodded. This caused his master to praise him and scritch his ears gently, sending a pleasurable tingle up them.
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"You need to learn to enjoy sex, little doggy," explained his master, putting a cassette into a video machine. Pyrope was seated between Randy and Sheba on a couch, facing the TV set. It was a few hours after he'd been whipped and the day had only been him spending time with Randy and Sheba and occasionally playing a few normal games with his owner. However, once his trainer began talking about sex again, Pyrope's ears flattened. He remembered the talk of being a slut and then vaguely recalled his mating with both Sheba and Randy. He shook his head to try and get the memory out of his mind, unsure whether it had been a dream or not. The three pokemon watched the TV set as their master pressed the play button. Pyrope had no idea what was going on, having never even seen a TV before in his life, but the pikachu and furret both knew what was going to happen. They had to as they were both vital to Pyrope's reconditioning. The TV screen came to life, showing a full colour image of the room Pyrope had been kept in the previous and most of that day. He could see himself on the screen, recognising himself from his reflection, which he'd observed a couple of times, as well as Randy and Sheba. He gave an unsure meep, glancing around to make sure they were both still next to him. His nose twitched as he tried to find a scent for the on-screen pokemon, not getting anything. He watched himself take the 'sweet' from Randy and then stumble around a bit before Randy reached between his legs and Sheba pressed her cunt onto his face. "Listen to yourself," commented the man, turning the volume up higher until the moans of the three pokemon on the TV echoed loudly in the room, "You're such a slut. There you are with two partners, one a male, and you can't get enough." Pyrope's fur stood up on the back of his neck as he realised that it wasn't just a dream. He had mated with both his room mates. He didn't understand it and the fact that he was enjoying it on the tape scared him. He didn't think he could, especially not with another male. He knew what he was meant to do; only have one mate, a female, and not yiff anyone else.
Pyrope's heartbeat grew faster and the puppy began to pant, the room seeming to spin slightly. He felt like he had to get away but as soon as he made an attempt to escape his master grabbed him by the leather collar that had been affixed around his neck earlier in the day. He gave a choked yelp, squirming as he struggled to pull away. "You're not allowed to leave. This is an important part of your training," explained his master. His master stood up from where he was sitting, just behind the couch and picked Pyrope up, dangling him at arms length by the collar. He whimpered and gasped, writhing helplessly as his air supply began to dwindle. He wasn't up for long before he was dropped back onto the couch. "That collar has a shock system built into it," warned his master, "All that I have to do is push one button and you'll be in as much pain as this morning. Do you understand?" Pyrope made no attempt to say whether he did or didn't but breathed out a small flame, all that he could muster in his condition, and dashed for the door. His master sighed, stepping back to avoid the flames and simultaneously taking out the collar's remote form his pocket. With his thumb he pushed down the red button. There was crack followed by a loud yelp and Pyrope stumbled off course, crashing head-first into the wall.
The man reached down and picked Pyrope up from the floor, dropping the dizzy growlithe back on the couch. "I know you enjoyed it last time," commented his master, "But you were too drugged to remember it properly. Now this is your chance to feel better and remember it. And if you don't then you're going to be punished again." The man clicked his fingers and Sheba pounced onto Pyrope, rolling him onto his back and curling her long tail firmly around his chest. Pyrope yelped in surprise as the larger pokemon turned him over and wrapped him in her tail. His forelegs were pinned against his sides and she used her own forepaws to hold his hind legs still and apart. He whimpered, squirming as he struggled to get free. Once again his collar emitted a strong shock to his body, forcing his muscles to tense painfully and making him yelp loudly. "Stay still," ordered his trainer, "Don't make Sheba struggle here." (capitalise) with a tear running down his cheek Pyrope went still, whimpering softly as Sheba ducked her head between his spread legs and dragged her tongue over his furred, white sheath. Despite his lack of response at first Sheba persevered, managing to eventually cause Pyrope's sheath to begin to swell as his cock began filling with blood.
Randy was still on the couch next to the two mating pokemon. He was now facing them from a reclined position, leaning against the arm rest. His small yellow paw cupping his balls, gently rolling them around, squeezing gently. As he watched the furret before him forcing herself on the growlithe, his own sheath began to fill and in very little time the pink tip of his rodent dick was poking out in the air.
Once Pyrope's red cock began to slide out of it's protective covering Sheba placed her lips at the head and slid them over it, engulfing the entire length in her mouth. She curled her tongue around it tasting the trace of her own juice mixed with the pup's cum from the night before. Rapidly the taste was washed away by her eager tongue, bathing the whole length in her saliva, making it slick. The growlithe moaned despite himself as her lips slid up and down his cock bringing out strong feelings of pleasure. As he became immersed deeper in his physical desires he began to enjoy the feel of Sheba's tail wrapped around him and pinning him still. He felt warmer than usual and he began to lap at the thick, silky, striped fur of the furret's tail. When she then ceased to suck he gave a whine of genuine disappointment.
Randy let his paw travel higher until he was lightly stroking his pink, rodent cock. His tail quivered as he lay his head back, sighing deeply at the tingle that began to build up in his genitals and grow ever stronger. A tap to his head by his trainer warned him not to get too excited though and Randy quickly withdrew his paw, bringing it up to his twitchy nose. Taking a long sniff of his paw, Randy savoured his own musky scent, breathing it in until it was all gone. Finally he opened his mouth and tossed in a small tablet, swallowing it down before turning his attention back to the two mating pokemon in front of him.
Sheba maintained her hold on Pyrope with her tail but now climbed on top of him, pressing him down firmer with her forepaws as she positioned her cunt over the head of his cock. Her lips were red and swollen, a few beads of her juice dripping out in anticipation of mating the young growlithe. She gasped as she hilted his cock in a single motion, feeling it part her lips and sink into her depths. It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever taken, growlithe being a fairly small pokemon, but it was the hottest. Pyrope's fire blood pulsed throughout it's length, heating it beyond that of the average pokemon. He threw his head back as his meat was gripped by the muscular hold of Sheba's muff. It's juice running down his rod and leaking over his sack, making him shiver eagerly.
With Pyrope pinned down Sheba could control the speed and strength of the mating. She began slowly, making sure both of their organs were well coated with their fluids, Pyrope's cock constantly leaking pre in the manner of canines and contributing most of the lubrication. As her thrusts down onto Pyrope became easier Sheba started to pick up the pace, gripping tightly with her cunt, feeling every vein her partners dick as it pumped through her vaginal tunnel, rubbing smoothly against her nerve-filled walls. Pyrope squirmed, throwing his head back and moaning as her walls clenched around him. Each time he felt himself sinking into her tight grip he could feel the base of his cock swelling up to form his thick knot. The bulge of flesh eventually began to bump up against Sheba's nether-lips, making a spurt of their mixed sex fluids splatter out.
Sheba gasped as she felt the swelling pressing roughly onto her cunt and lifted herself up off of Pyrope's twitching cock until the head rested barely within the grip of her twin, slippery lips. With a grunt she slammed her hips down against the puppy's, driving his love-pole deep into her body, causing her to climax as his knot forced its way into her cunt. She cried out loudly as the dog-type pokemon tied her while her muscular pussy spasmed tightly around his length. Her juices squirted past the knot, driven by the strong contractions and splattered the couch with the strongly-scented fluids. Howling as he felt the rippling muscles around his slick rod, Pyrope squirmed as he attempted to buck deeper into Sheba. His cock and body were both pulsing with pleasure that left his mind blank as he shot his thick cream inside Sheba. As he orgasmed his master pressed the green button on his collar's remote and the collar began to send a low power buzz of electricity into Pyrope, further heightening his pleasure until he could barely breathe he was panting so fast.
Exhausted as she was Sheba made sure to pull both her and Pyrope into a comfortable position on the couch before she lay back, groaning as his dick was still locked in her body. She uncurled her tail, sliding it away from Pyrope and letting it hang down off the edge of the couch, finally closing her eyes to rest, murring softly as she felt her body entering the early stages of her heat.
Seeing Pyrope now lying exposed on his back, muzzle open slightly as he panted with exhaustion, Randy got up, crawling over the white-bellied pup until he sat on his chest. "Now be a good puppy and just suck," instructed Randy softly, placing a paw on the back of Pyrope's head and bringing it forward until his cock slipped inside between Pyrope's parted lips. Pyrope was still bathing in the afterglow from his orgasm with Sheba and the pleasurable shock from his collar that he didn't even notice what was slid into his muzzle. All Pyrope noticed was a salty but pleasurable taste as Randy's dick touched against his tongue, the electric pokemon's pre cum being smeared along it.
The fire puppy's tongue curled around Randy's cock, it's warm, wet surface as soft as silk and sending a shiver down the pikachu's back. Pyrope closed his lips around it, bobbing his head ever so slightly as he suckled, drinking down all the pre that began to ooze out. "Oh yeah," groaned Randy, "That's good." He leaned his head back, murring loudly as Pyrope delivered his first blow job to the mouse. The soft, drowsy movements building on Randy's excitement, which was already high from the scent of sex that hung heavy in the air.
Randy took a hold of Pyrope's head, starting to buck into the hot muzzle as he began to near his peak, his breathe coming out in short gasps. His meat was now a dark red colour and throbbing hard as it waited, tensed and ready to release it's seed. With a sharp thrust Randy gasped loudly, shuddering as his orgasm shuddered through his body making everything from his ears to his tail buzz with ecstasy. Pyrope yipped with surprise as his muzzle was filled with the thick, creamy seed but he quickly gulped it down, murring at the taste that was tinged with sweetness. Unknown to him, the sweetness was an addictive drug Randy had taken just before the blow job and now it dissolved into the growlithe's blood stream, rushing to his brain and beginning to change it slightly, building a desire for the taste of cum.
Still murring, Randy climbed off the fluffy, white chest of the puppy pokemon and walked wobbly to bed. The three pokemon's trainer smiled happily as he watched Sheba and Pyrope drifting off to sleep together on the couch, the scent of Sheba's heat growing quickly in the room. He flicked the lights off, locked the door and went to his own room. | FSE |
Title: Chap. 2 Da Right Move by Aurco
Tags: Bad Language, Character Development, Cuddling, Deep Penetration, Doggystyle, Ferret, Fighting, Fox, M/F, Teenagers
CAST (so far) Niki Carts- ferret Cain Farote- fox (To come) Larkin Lynch- human
Summer break was nearly over for Cain and Niki. They'd spent their whole summer getting "close." Often they would spend time at the park, it gave them a chance to get away from the city. Today was the last Saturday before school started, and they both had that day off from their jobs so they decided to go to the park one last time before school started.
"I'll bring the grub if you drive" Cain had told Niki earlier in the week.
"Alright sounds like a plan," she answered.
Niki had been looking forward to getting a little time alone with her lover, as much time they did spend together they were never really alone. They would either be at their own homes, family in close proximity, or out on a date but with many other furs and people around. Sadly for the pair, today wasn't to be any different. They rolled up to the park; Cain got out of the car in and in a flash ran over to Niki's side
"Please allow me," he gestured with a little bow as he opened her door.
Niki gave a little giggle, he'd started a little lover's habit and she loved it every time. She graciously took his paw and stepped out. Basket in hand the strolled down to their favorite area of the park. No sooner had they got there than a small group of humans walked towards them. Now in their school, furs and humans got along fine, but out where this park was, however peaceful it was, there was much hostility between the two and most tried to keep separate.
One of the humans crossed his arms and looked at the furry pair and commented, "Well would you look here, we got ourselves a couple of 'furgets,' I think we should show 'em the way out don't you think?"
Some rather menacing chuckles and smirks filtered out of the little mob. Cain placed himself between them and Niki, ready to push back their advance if needed when from behind someone called out in a rather strange accent, "Oy, now is dis atol fair, I think not."
The voice came from a human, with a rather pleased smile on his face. He was a big dude to say the least 6'3 maybe about 210 pounds.
He strode up beside Cain and without actually looking at him said, "I'm thinkin da odds are a bit more in ya favor now lad."
With that he took off his outer shirt, at this a few of the hostiles took a step back and with good reason. This guy was RIPPED. Biceps covered in Celtic tats, as well as up his neck and under his shirt, pecs, a six-pack of steel, all saying the same thing "wrong move bud."
"Now I'd have ta say dat I find gangin up on someone is really a chicken shit ting ta do, but if dats da way ya gotta be, yall can gang up on me."
Unfolding his arms, the stranger cracked his knuckles, getting loose, and stared the crowd down. Cain looked at this guy dumbfounded, was he serious, more so did he actually think that he'd let this dude have all the fun.
"How about this I'll take half and u take the other half?" the fox proposed, stretching out his own neck.
"But laddy ya got dat der lass ta look aftar, but if ya like I save a few for ya, now if der is any one dat goes near ya and your sweetie, I sugges you take der Fuckin head off cause if I get a hold of em, well I don't gotta say more do I," the man said with a grin.
At this, the aggressors had heard enough insults and one of them charged while the stranger had his back turned, but he heard the attacker coming and turned just in time to have the guys fist impact his lower jaw. The attacker stood there poised for action.
"Now ya see dats anoder ting I hate bout people like ya selves, here I am tryin ta have a decent conversation with this couple, and ya have ta go an do somtin stupid like dat," he grinned his mouth red with blood. He turned and spat, "Now I'm not da one who likes da taste of his own blood, nor see'n it, you on da oder hand wont be see'in it or for that matter, anything for a while after I'm done wit ya."
In a lightning fast movement, the stranger threw a hard right upper cut to the attacker's jaw, sending his body reeling backwards an inch, only to be caught by that same fist and pulled back in to its counterparts elbow. After being let go for a moment, the attacker felt woozy, dazed, then he couldn't breath. He hadn't even felt it hit, as he looked down a large hand was wedged in his stomach. The last thing he saw, bent over as he was, a knee coming toward his face, then red followed by nothing at all. \*He'd wake up a week later in a hospital bed with no clue where, who, or what he was\*
As the others saw this go down, it only fueled the fire and they all charged at once. The first to go down was struck with a single kick to the head, some of the others soon followed suit. Two of these "furists" had decided to head for the couple to the side. Now these two weren't the brightest bulbs in the box, as a matter of fact they had been duds since day one.
"I'll go left, you go right," one of the attacker said looking at his partner.
They looked back towards their target only to see Cain running at them, arms out stretched and CRACK!!! They went head over heels literally as they were hit by the two furry fists. One landed on his head, knocking him unconscious, the other landing on his back, in a dizzy fit and tried to get back up. The single attacker got his bearings; though his vision was blurry he could still see a red figure moving towards him. Before he was able to pull himself all the way up, he was rocketed back again, from a knee on his throat.
Cain bent down to the semi-conscious attacker and whispered in his ear, "Your God damned lucky you never laid a hand on her or I'd have torn your mother-fuckin throat out."
He had said it in a whisper, barely audible, but even with his mind nearly blank the attacker heard EVERY word. With that Cain removed his knee and came back down with a backhand to his head, putting him down once and for all.
Cain felt someone behind him, in all of his adrenaline driven fury he swung blindly at the figure. His attack however was cut short, caught in the hand of the stranger. The guy chuckled softly.
"Careful now, dat would be a wrong move," he said releasing Cain's fist.
"Um... thanks for the help, I don't think I could have fought all of them off and protect Niki," Cain paused and his mind caught up with the rest of him, "Oh shit! Niki are you alright?" he ran over to his mate, his love, and his "savior."
Shacking slightly Niki nodded, "I'm fine, I just need to know are you alright?"
"I will be as soon as this scum is behind bars," the fox replied, looking back at the would-be attackers. Niki in Cain's embraced and walked over to stranger, who now was putting his shirt back on.
The ferret smiled and said, "I can't tell you how much we appreciate what you've done for us, my name is Niki Carts and this is Cain."
He looked up and replied, "Niki was it? Well it was no trouble 'tall, and Cain, Cain..."
"Farote, Cain Farote and you are?"
"Me, I'm da one dat saved your ass, but ya can call me Larkin, Larkin Lynch, though some jus call me Lair, its up ta ya," the human replied, licking some of the blood off his lower lip.
"Where exactly are you from Larkin? You sound like you're a mix between Irish and... well something else," Cain asked, looking at Larkin with interest.
He sighed, "Well, I was born in Ireland, an me Da is native der as well, but me ma... she's a mix of da world. She's got an even crazier accent dan mine. So I guess you could say I'm Irish but only half." His eyes gazed at the two for a moment, "Well I best be off now, oh an by da way what school ya go ta... I'm gona be going ta Endays High dis year."
Cain looked at him questioningly, "You going to high school?! How old are you bud?"
"I'm twenty three, an my reasons are my own, so I'll be thankin ya for not askin why."
Cain glared for only a moment, "Well we go there to, so I guess well be see'in you there."
"I guess ya will, ya two take care now," he started to walk away but Niki stepped in front of him.
"I still can thank you enough, I hope to see you in class some time Lar" she stuck out her paw to offer a shake.
Lar tensed as her hand went up almost taking a step back, something in his eyes, a pain, a worry.
"What's the matter, afraid of girls or somthin?" Niki asked, in a non-offensive tone.
Lar looked at her out stretched paw then at her, then back to her paw.
"No, no I... I... I gotta go," and with that he bolted past Niki to the parking lot.
When he was gone Cain looked to Niki.
"Well there goes a perfectly good day, what do you wana do now?"
Niki glanced back at Cain for a second then back to the direction that Lar had run in.
"I don't know, but you know he reminds me of someone I used to know," looking back at Cain. A small smile played across her lips.
School started with its normal groans and whines. This year both Cain and Niki were both seniors.
"Finally we are at the finish line," Niki squealed in excitement, Cain mock frowned.
"What are you talking about the year just started?!" he chuckled as she crossed her arms and made the cutest little pout you've ever seen.
"Well you know what I mean," she replied, giving him a playful shove, "this is the last year well have to come here. Also, we're the top dogs this year. The-"
Cain cut her off, "The top Fox and Ferret you mean."
Again she put on that same pout, it drove Cain wild he loved it when she did that. He would do anything for her when she did that. (not that he wouldn't if she didn't)
After the first day of new introductions, new teachers, new peps, new furs, the two were headed to his car when a familiar voice called them.
"OY, FAROTE!"
Cain looked up, and saw that it was Lar, but he already knew that no one else spoke like he did.
"Hey Lar how are you doin', and why'd you run off when I tried to shake your hand?" Niki asked.
He scuffed his feet for a moment looking down, like he was embarrassed.
"Uum well its like I said, I had ta go," not much of an answer but Niki let it go, for now, "Ok, did you need something or just a talk," she winked at Cain.
"Well I was wonderin' if ya dohn' mind, ya see I had ta walk here taday an, Oh God damn it!" the man threw his arms into the air, "Ok I need a ride, I ain't got no mode of transport an it's a long walk back. I uhh, I got a job to and bein' late isn't really looked well upon." with no (REAL) fur covering his face his bright red blush was clear as day.
"Well its not my car, you'll have to ask Niki," Cain answered and looked to Niki.
The ferret smiled and replied, "Hey no problem bud, anything to repay you for what you did for us."
Now Cain was defiantly not an expert at this, but he could tell that Lar was hiding some thing deep inside him, "but how'd you get from school to your job last year?" Cain added with some interest.
"I lived right near my job, an it was an easy walk from Elnar."
Niki jerked her head at the mention of this school, she'd been there one year, it had one of the countries worst problems with anti-fur, and fur groups.
"This might be an issue," she thought
"Oh, ok then where's your house? We live pretty far from the school too, you might even be before us," Cain said pointing in the general direction of where their houses where.
"Actually I was hopin' ya could drop me off at me job, that is a bit closer den my house. Its in da little shopin center near old pine road, I work at Black Inc, ya know da tattoo shop?"
Cain and Niki exchanged glances, they had seen it before and as a matter of fact they had been thinking about getting each other's name done on their forearms underneath.
The fox nodded, "Yep, I think we can manage that, you wont mind sitting in the back would ya?" gesturing behind Niki's seat.
"Not at all, an thank ya, its much appreciated," he sighed, thankful as to that they didn't dwell into why he didn't go to his old school anymore.
They drove him to his job, dropped him off and thanked him again, but they were quick to leave, they had other things on their minds.
Being that the two lovers never got to "be" with each other that day at the park, they were both very... on edge for the events to cum... err come.
"I can't believe that your parents are leaving for the week," Cain commented and thought for a moment, "Actually, what surprises me is that they're letting you stay alone," he added, watching with more than just surprise in his eyes.
"Well I won't really be alone will I," she winked at him seductively, "They said they could trust me not to do anything they wouldn't do, and being that I'm here I don't think I'll be breaking that trust," she giggled.
Cain reached over to rub her cheek; he had found she almost liked that as much as she liked his kisses. They pulled up to Niki's driveway and as always Cain rushed to her door and put out his paw
"Please allow me miss," he said with his paw gesturing.
Niki giggled as Cain took her paw in his. Once inside; both of them still clinging to each other, Niki pulled Cain into what he guessed was the living room. He'd never been to her house before; he was always worried about what her parents would think of him. She sat him down on the couch with a sort of mock shove. She straddled his waist, his stiffness rubbed against her. (She had worn a skirt today for just such a reason) He could already feel her moistness through her black silken panties and his pants. Arms around his neck, she pulled him into a deep passionate kiss, their tongues mingled inside each other's maws. It was like their first kiss all over again. Her mound soaking his increasingly stiffening member, he could feel her warmth, so welcoming. He COULD NOT take it anymore. Within moments the two were as bare as the day they were born, of course more fur. Cain took her by the waist, positioned her like they were before. He felt awkward though, he didn't have a condom.
Almost reading his mind Niki said, "Cain don't worry, I just went through my cycle; there's not a thing to worry about, now please put it in me, please I want it in me, I need it."
Moaning, Niki rolled her hips in an attempt to impale herself on his member. Cain took Niki in his arms, positioned her over him and granted her wish. She felt so good as he slid his cock into her.
She pulled herself to his chest, her bare breasts rubbing against him.
"Oh god yes, oh yes its been so long, oh Cain I love you!" she moaned loudly in a fit of lust, Cain still moving her agonizingly slow, up an down his shaft.
Cain grunted, "I... love huh... you to Niki... with all my heart, forever."
The fox took his hand to her lower stomach. He slowly sped up, using his grip to push deeper into her, soon Cain was nearly slamming her down on his cock.
"Cain... Cain I... I feel so good, you feel so good inside me!" Cain forced himself to slow down.
Niki gasped as she felt herself stop "Cain huh huh... what's wrong?" almost a whine.
"Nothing, I just think you might enjoy this way more," and Cain rolled Niki over so she was on all fours, her little ferret tail brushing against his chest.
He started up a high pace again, "What do you think?"
"Fuck yes! I love it, you've barely started and I'm already about to cum! Oh god I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
Cain still kept up his rate; he was on the edge of his endurance as well.
"Oh god Niki! I'm gonna cum too... are... are you sure you want me to cum in you?" he asked with a flinch, feeling his muscles struggling to release.
"Oh yes cum! Cum deep inside me, fill me with your seed!" and almost on command the two came in unison.
Cain griped her ass as he pulled her tight against him as he pumped his cum into her wet loins, jet after jet of hot fox cum. Niki was on cloud nine, the combined feeling of her own release and Cain filling her moist pussy. Their love juices coating Cain's member, down their thighs.
Cain still holding Niki rolled to his side spooning his lover, pulling her close, keeping his shaft embedded inside her he whispered to her ear, "You are and forever will be the only one for me. I don't know if you know this but the day you came into my life I was saved, saved from my self. I will always be indebted to you for that."
Niki turned her head to face his, she kissed his forehead, "You don't owe me a thing, I love you, and you love me, that's all that matters."
Just then they heard a knock at the door, a loud knock.
"Who the hell is that?" Cain whispered into her ear, fearing the worst.
The two lovers looked at each other, and then a voice came from the door, a familiar voice.
"Oy, Farote are ya here? I... I need at tell ya somthin, I need at tell both ya somthin," it was Lar.
The pair sighed and broke their embrace a bit earlier than they would have preferred. Cain and Niki threw their clothes on, neglecting their undergarments and went to the door.
Two hours earlier
"Thank ya for da ride, I really 'preciate it," Lar said and he stepped out of Niki's car.
They said their goodbyes, the two drove off, a little fast for a parking lot. He didn't want to say anything but a little while after he had gotten into the car, a musky, pungent scent had been bombarding his senses, but Lar let it drop.
Black Inc. was one of the most renowned tattoo parlors in the valley. Lar walked in the front door, the buzz of the tattoo gun was already going.
"Hey Jack, how's da bizz taday?" Lar asked the owner, a bat in his mid 30's, about medium build, light brown fur.
Jack looked up from his work for a moment as did his patron, another bat, a female, she was having a small rose put on the top of her breast, she was a regular at the shop. Almost simultaneously the two greeted him, "Hey Lar" and he gave them a little wave as he signed in for his shift, he usually took the night.
"So what's on da schedule taday?" not really asking anyone but himself.
He read over his list, a few finishing jobs, one high profile, "Oh hey, taday I get at finish up on Stacy."
He was excited, he had done an amazing tattoo and he was really proud of his work.
"Well Julia, were done," Jack took a step back from his stool admiring more than just the tattoo he had just finished.
After a moment he put on the D-ointment and bandage. (Taking a little more time then necessary.)
Julia shivered at the attention; "I thought you said we were done?" she blushed.
Julia loved being the center of attention, hence why she had almost as much tattoos as Lar. Lar rolled his eyes and headed over to his station, his first appointment was to be there soon. Julia pulled down her spaghetti strap top, carefully, and walked up to Lar. He was checking his equipment and all the sterile covers.
"You know I already have my next tattoo idea... maybe you can DO me," and she walk past him to the door, giving him a wink over her shoulder as she left.
Lar grimaced inwardly, it wasn't that he didn't like her, its just... well he had some things to work out mainly with himself. Lar's first patron walked through the door
\*DING\*
"Hey Stacy ready ta finish up wit ya mastapiece?" Lar asked the patron as she walked in.
Her tattoo was a set of angel wings on her back. The wings were covered in ancient Gaelic script, hymns, as well as angelic symbols. It was one of the most expansive, and intricate works he'd ever done.
"What are we down to... the shading right?" She half asked half stated.
Lar nodded and motioned for her to sit on his booth. He prepped her skin, the little it required, picked up his gun and within the hour was finished.
"My friend its done, I'm think'n ya will be most pleased," the man said, standing up so as to help her off the bench, he took her over to the mirror mounted on the wall.
"OH WOW! I love it, its perfect Lar," she was abound with joy.
"Well I'm glad ya like it, was it worth da pain?" he asked jokingly.
"Oh yes, every ounce of it," she gave him a ginger hug for obvious reasons.
As Stacy was leaving a large stallion came through the door, nearly knocking poor Stacy off her feet.
"Excuse me sir, I need ya ta apologize ta da young lady!" Lar said as he stood, though physically smaller than the horse in front of him, he seemed much larger than the hulking stallion figure.
"Fuck you!" the horse shot back, "I don't have to apologize for shit, the little bitch got in my way! Now stop bein such an ass and get your area prepped, I'm your next paycheck."
Jack stepped out of his office, "Sir is there a problem? If there is I'm going to ask you to calm down if not I will have to have you leave my premises."
The stallion glared at the bat, "And what are you going to do about it bat fuck!?"
Jack was about to say something but Larkin cut him short, "First of all, it seems ta me dat you are da only 'ass' around here, an second he's not gonna do a thing, I AM!"
The horse snarled, (as best a horse can) "You fucking bastard, I'll beat the shit outa you if you open your mouth one more time!"
"Actually I knew my father and so ya know I got ta know ya mother real well last night," the man commented, coaxing the horse a bit.
At this the stallion lashed out at but to his surprise was caught by the human. Lar grinned; he took the larger forearm in his own and CRACK.
"OH SHIT, OH SHIT, man you broke my fucking arm, my arm fuck, fuck you broke my arm!" the stallion almost crying, " I'm gonna sue your ass, you'll regret the day you ever..." he was cut short, Lars backhand coming across his muzzle.
"Stop complain'n ya goddamn pussy, ya don't know the meaning of pain," Lar let loose the arm in his hand letting him fall to his knees.
Lar reached up a literally ripped his shirt off to reveal a ghastly sight. On his right shoulder was a scar stating from his collarbone to his upper ribs, clearly visible even through the tattoos. On his stomach, the left side of his torso, many gashes and stitch scars.
"Pain is have'n ya arm ripped from it's socket, pain is have'n ya insides torn apart! Dis my friend is what happens when ya make da wrong move in a gang fight. Some call me lucky, but I think me brother was da lucky one, he got a bullet, I got teeth and claws. I live cuz he died, his organs keep me so!" Lar's eyes misty now, "but true pain comes from da fact dat I will never see justice done... cuz I was like ya... I thought I was tough, I was wrong! Don't make the same wrong move I did, I let ya off easy, now if ya please," Lar motioned towards the door.
The stallion kneeling before him stood, a look of... well a mixed look, he turned to Stacy, "Miss I'm sorry for being so rude earlier."
With that he left and didn't say another word, still clutching his arm. Stacy and Jack were staring, mouths open at Larkin, neither knew of his past, now they knew why.
"Lar I... I'm sorry, can I..." before she could finish Lar ran out the front door.
An hour later
Lar heard movement inside the room and then Niki's voice, "We'll be there in a second!"
The door opened. There stood Cain and Niki, a little flushed and a bit annoyed but Lar thought nothing of it.
"I have something ya need ta hear... a confession of sorts" he looked around for a second then back to the door. "Would it be alright if I come inside?"
Niki looked to Cain for a moment, there eyes met, then back to Lar. The fox looked a bit flustered to say the least but Niki's warm gaze calmed him down, a bit.
"Sure, sure come on in," she said carefully.
As Lar entered that same scent that had filled Niki's car hit him again, only this time much stronger though again he let it go.
"So what did you need?" a hint of annoyance in Cain's voice showing.
"Well... ok I need ta get dis of my chest, ya remember dat group of thugs I helped ya wit?"
"Yah..." Cain said aloud
"I usta be one of em, I look back now an see how stupid I was. That's why I wouldn't take your hand, I felt ashamed, not worthy of such a friendly, welcoming gesture form someone's race I was so adamant in hating," strangely Cain's nor Niki's expressions changed.
Niki only asked a question, "I thought the owner of your shop was a bat, and don't you tattoo furs?"
"I don't know what it is, but when I'm doing something I love I forget everything except da art. When I'm tattooing its all da same. It's a lame excuse, but its true, dats all I can say. I be take'n my leave now."
If Lar had a tail it would be so far between his legs that it would be up against his stomach.
It had just occurred to Cain that Larkin didn't have a shirt on, probably because his tats made sort of a permanent one. Then he noticed his right shoulder
"What happened here?" Cain pointed to his shoulder.
Lar's eyes went wide; his hand shot up to cover his old wound, but stopped himself
"Dis is what happens ta someone who deserves it," he glanced down at the ground still ashamed.
Lar told his story, the same he had told the stallion, though defiantly not the same tone.
They had made their way to the living room during his tale.
Lar finished, Cain started, "Well I can't say I'm at all happy about your past, but no one can ever say you haven't repented for it."
Lar sighed he put his hands on his side, coming down on some soft, slightly moist fabric, he looked down and saw a set of panties, his eyes glanced around at the various undergarments abound.
He thought for a moment then it hit him, "Ohhh shit, I'm sorry... I umm, interrupted you!"
Niki blushed "No... we... We were just finishing up."
Both Cain and Lar swallowed the lump in their throats.
"I think is best if I leave ya to your business," Lar stood up, and offered his hand to Niki how graciously took it in a hearty shake.
"I think that's the second of two,in a long line to come" Cain said to Lar.
He looked at him for a moment "Of what?"
"A RIGHT MOVE." | FSE |
Title: SWAT KATS: THE MORNING AFTER by ulyferal
Tags: Anal, Explicit, Feline, Forced, M/M, SwatKats
Author's Note: A very short naughty piece based on a really cool sketch of Feral requested by a fan of mine from a fantastic artist on Fur Affinity named laviniarevolution5. It was suggested I write a piece on what might have happened to Feral, one drunken night. So here I am giving it a try. Hope you all like it! LOL Check my site on FA to see the pic, he's nude, seen from the rear with a new tattoo on his butt.
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Feral woke up Saturday morning with a hellacious headache, a sore tail hole and a painful butt cheek. He sat on his bed rubbing his temples to try and relieve the pounding but it didn't help so he staggered off to his bathroom to relieve himself and take some aspirin.
Returning to his bedroom, he found himself absentmindedly rubbing his butt. Frowning, he went over to the mirror on his closet door and tried to see what was causing the stinging pain.
"What the fuck?" He blurted loudly as he saw the brand new tattoo on his left cheek as well as dried semen on his fur under his tail.
He was understandably upset at the sight of something he couldn't recall having had done but it was what it said that made him flaming mad. The tattoo was just words but what they said was shocking, ‘THE SWAT KATS WERE HERE' in big bold letters of bright blue.
"What the Hell happened to me last night?" He said aloud, trying desperately to bring his memories into focus despite his aching head. His back end felt well used but he didn't feel like he had enjoyed the ride at all. He remembered going out to his favorite pub but nothing after that. How had he come in contact with those two then ended up in bed with the scent of sex all over him?
It had been a really bad day with reams of paperwork, an undeserved chewing out by Manx and to top the day off, Dark Kat decided to make the scene and trash Enforcer Headquarters. Apparently, he was fed up with their constant interference with his plans and since he couldn't find the SWAT Kats, the enforcers were the next on his hit list.
It was near sunset when he charged in with dozens of small, fleet little jets that were able to do a great deal of damage without the enforcers being able to take them out. It wasn't until the tower was a burning ruin and the flight line was pockmarked with mortar shell pits that the SWAT Kats finally managed to take the mini jets out.
The only good thing that had happened was Feral had been able to be a part of the smack down of Dark Kat's fear ship and taking the creep into custody.
That had made him feel real good but the hours of clean up and paperwork had spoiled it for him. Tired and too uptight to even attempt to sleep, Feral had decided to go out and have a couple of beers at his favorite hangout. Dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and his favorite enforcer t-shirt, he pulled on a pair of black loafers and his black leather jacket and went out.
Gibson's Pub had an Irish Pub like feel to it and was a favorite hangout for enforcers and other security types. Here the tired and dispirited defenders of the city came to drink, share war stories, play pool and have impromptu therapy sessions with their fellows.
It was crowded and noisy when Feral entered. The one thing he truly liked about this place was the unspoken agreement that rank was left at the door allowing those burdened with the responsibilities of leadership to be able to let down their guard a little and be just one of the guys for a few hours. The pub's warm feeling of camaraderie eased their souls before they went back out to fight once more.
The owner gave him a nod of recognition and brought him his favorite beer without being asked. Feral gave him a wane smile as he accepted the drink and made for a quiet corner. From there he could watch the pool games, listen to the conversation around him and drink in peace.
The constant buzz of voices and the thunk, drop of pool balls on the tables soothed his battered soul allowing him to let the tension ease from him slowly. Bits and pieces of the day's events drifted to his ears. The general consensus was, despite the mess their headquarters was in and the sad loss of many of their comrades, there was a feeling of celebration that the worst of their enemies was behind bars though there were comments about how they wished the creep would stay behind bars.
Feral had to wince at that. It was far too true that they couldn't keep these omegas in their cells longer than a few months...if that long. It was depressing. As he mused about ways to solve that particular problem, he continued to drink steadily.
Normally, he usually didn't drink so much that he was flat out drunk. He did have his reputation to uphold, but tonight he was tired, fed up, and depressed about the mess his headquarters was in and the fact he would have to fight city hall for the funds to do the repairs on Monday. That thought soured him even more.
Focused on his problems, Feral failed to note the door had opened and admitted a recognized and not so welcome pair of ex-enforcers. The pair kept a low profile, not calling attention to themselves, as they made for the bar and sat down on a pair of stools that had just been vacated.
Just as rank was left at the door so was any ostracization of ex-enforcers. There were those that felt the pair had been unfairly booted out and it was those enforcers that stood and made a protective half circle around the pair to shoot the breeze while unintentionally blocking them from the rest of the room.
Their friends couldn't help but notice how tired and worn the pair was tonight, which was puzzling since most knew they worked at the salvage yard and shouldn't be this exhausted. Of course, many didn't know the pair ran a garage and towing business and would have been angry and shocked to learn they were also a certain pair of vigilantes that were constantly pulling their tails out of the fire. Since they didn't know, the two toms were able to relax and enjoy the warmth of friendship.
After about an hour, some of their friends returned to other pursuits, leaving the two tom's alone to drink in peace. That was when one of the pair noticed the familiar face sitting against the wall watching a pool game and nudged his friend with his elbow.
"Look who's getting rather soused tonight." The burly tabby remarked.
"Humph! Yeah, well I'm not surprised. It's been a really shitty day for both of us." His companion said with a grunt.
"You ain't kidding." The tabby said with a snort.
The two drank and talked with others for another hour or so while watching the Commander continue to drink in the corner.
It was really late when the bar crowd began to thin out. The pair of ex-enforcers prepared to leave as well when they saw the Commander finally rise to do the same. It was obvious the huge tom had probably drank more than he normally would as he moved with the exaggerated carefulness of the thoroughly drunk.
Eyeing Feral's passage through the bar and the fact he never saw them even though he passed right past them, gave the bigger of the two a wicked idea.
"Jake, why don't we see our good friend gets home safely?" Chance suggested with a wicked grin as he began to follow the huge tom.
Jake jerked his head around to stare at Chance with a dumbfounded look. "What?"
"I have an absolutely, incredibly evil idea. Something that will make Feral never forget who is the best at keeping this city safe." Chance sniggered as he hurried to catch up with the Commander, a confused Jake trailed behind him.
Feral had stepped outside to the sidewalk and seemed to be waiting for something. Chance guessed he was taking a taxi home since there seemed to be no sign of his distinctive vehicle.
"Chance, what are you going to do?" Jake hissed softly so the huge tom wouldn't hear them.
"Just follow my lead, buddy." Chance said as he went up to Feral. "Hey, Commander, you look like you've overindulged a bit. Want us to give you a lift home?" He asked with fake politeness.
Feral turned to see who was addressing him and stared at the tabby owlishly. "What the hell are you doing here?" He said, surprised and angered, his words slurring a bit.
"Enjoying a night out just like you." The burly tom said innocently. "However, it seems you've enjoyed it bit more than us. Wouldn't look good for the Chief Enforcer to be seen drunk in public, sir."
"Leave me alone or I'll find a way to have you locked up." Feral growled flatly, his fists clenched at his side.
"Aww, come on sir. I only offered you a ride." Chance said holding up his paws.
"I don't need a ride.....piss off!" Feral snarled swaying a little on his feet.
Chance reached out as if he was helping to steady the Commander but in reality he crushed a small gas capsule in his fingers and held his breath. Feral, being mostly drunk, succumbed to the gas quickly.
Shocked, Jake barely managed to grab the tom as Chance caught Feral's other side to prevent the Commander from doing a face plant on the cement sidewalk.
"Great! What the hell do you think you are doing, Chance and what are we going to do with him now?" Jake hissed angrily.
"I saw something just down the way that will ensure Feral will never forget this night." Chance said smirking and pointing his chin toward a place just a couple of buildings down that was still open this late at night.
A blinking, garish sign said, ‘Jade's Tattoo Parlor'. Jake gaped at the sign then back at his partner in stunned realization.
"Oh no way!"
"Yes, way. Now come on and drag him over there." Chance said firmly.
The two managed to drag the unconscious dark tom over to the parlor. Claiming the tom to be a good friend of theirs who had passed out drunk and the trick they wanted to play on him, the tattoo parlor operator smirked in good humor and did as they asked.
While the tattoo operator did her work, the two toms noted Feral already had a tattoo.
"Will you look at that!" Jake snorted in amusement.
"Thinks highly of himself doesn't he? Wonder when he got that done?" Chance commented at the sight of an enforcer emblem on Feral's right butt cheek.
"Might have been another drunken night when he graduated from the academy." Jake mused.
"Wouldn't doubt it." Chance snorted in agreement.
Jake had a hard time containing his laughter after the work was done and he and Chance were lifting the heavy tom upright. Thanking the she-kat for her fine work and paying her with Feral's own money, they escorted the still unconscious Commander out of the shop and down the alley to their tow truck where they packed him onto the seat between them. His wallet had yielded his address so they drove him home.
They managed to wrestle the dark tom to his apartment without being seen, carrying him all the way in to his bedroom. They stripped his clothes off and dropped him nude face down on his bed. As Jake was about to pull a sheet over the unconscious form, Chance made a suggestion.
"Ya know, he's got a really fine ass there and that pair of tattoos look great on him. I think we should have a little more fun with him before we bid him goodnight," he said, a dark look of heated speculation in his eyes.
Jake eyed his friend quizzically. "Just what do you have in mind?" He asked narrowly.
Rather than answer, Chance proceeded to caress the butt on the bed for a moment, thoughtfully, before opening his pants and slipping them and his shoes off and leaving them on the floor. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Feral's back end upward so that the tom was on his knees.
Jake's eyes widened in shock as he watched Chance run his gradually hardening cock over Feral's tight furry butt, holding the tail out of the way.
It didn't take really long for the tabby to get hard as he anticipated taking his antagonist for a well deserved ride. Meanwhile Jake was becoming really excited watching his friend use Feral. He pulled his own hardening cock from his pants and kept his eyes on the hot action going on before him.
Chance groaned with pleasure as he got hot and hard. ‘Oh yes, this was going to be good!' He thought darkly. Rubbing some of his pre-come over his cock and Feral's tail hole, he prepared to pierce that hot channel in one thrust.
He growled excitedly as he plunged into that welcome heat. Feral groaned sleepily but didn't wake as his body responded a little from the stimulation, his cock getting a little hard. By now Jake was as hard as steel and he was panting and moaning as he stroked himself watching Chance ride Feral's body into the mattress.
After some ten minutes, Chance gave a wild cry and released his hot semen into the relaxed channel. When he was done, he pulled carefully out and grinned at his partner as he climbed off the bed.
"He's really hot when he's all relaxed like that. Makes me think he's been used before. Give it a try, buddy, you'll enjoy it." Chance said grinning wickedly as he got redressed.
Grinning eagerly, Jake took Chance's place behind Feral on the bed. Since the tom was already well lubricated, Jake wasted no time shoving his achingly hard cock into the dark tom. He moaned in pleasure as he rode the tom hard.
Feral growled and moaned in his sleep, shifting his hips a bit but not moving away or waking. Chance decided to add to the fun by sitting beside Feral and jacking the huge cock while Jake plowed the tom's butt. Just as Jake came howling and jetting his come into Feral which spilled out and covered the sheets, Chance brought Feral to a sleepy climax, the dark tom's own seed mixing with the cinnamon tom's . Panting and pleased, the smaller tom withdrew and patted the butt he'd just been in.
"Thanks for the excellent ride there Commander. You are one hot ass." Jake told the unconscious form, smirking.
"Goodnight, sleeping beauty!" Chance laughed as he wiped his paw on the sheet then pulled Feral into a more comfortable position before covering him with the bedding.
"Wonder how much of tonight he's going to remember?" Jake said, laughing too, while he set his clothes to right.
"Probably none of it and that will drive him crazy!" The tabby snickered as they left the apartment ensuring to lock the door on the way out.
Laughing their heads off, the pair headed home. This was one joke that was going to get lots of mileage for them in the humor department as well as satisfaction knowing they had taken their pleasure of the arrogant tom as well. Every time they saw him from now on they would laugh their heads off knowing what was under those tight enforcer pants.
For a long time afterward, Feral suffered sensations of guilt and fear about how he had somehow managed to fall into the paws of the SWAT Kats. He never did figure out what had happened that night and was very unhappy to endure the constant snickers the pair made whenever they saw him. | FSE |
Title: Best Friends Ch. 01
Tags: best friends, friends, best, virginity, love
Bryan watched as Jaelyn dunked, dipped and swirled another steaming fry into the mass of ketchup on her plate and unceremoniously popped it into her awaiting mouth.
"And another thing," she managed, before licking her lips and swallowing the remaining bite. "I can't believe he had the nerve to ask me if we were still on for tonight after I caught him with that – that tramp!"
"That's a frat boy for ya," Bryan responded noncommittally. Frankly Bryan was tired of hearing about the dude. He was just happy that Keith was dumb enough to get caught dipping his fingers in someone else's honey before Jaelyn could get hurt further. He watched Jaelyn's angry expression transform before his eyes.
"Oh Bryan I am so sorry, I'm sitting here yapping on about my problems, feeding my face and carrying on – I woke you up in the middle of the night – just go ahead and tell me I'm a horrible best friend." She was obviously hurt and guilt-ridden and damned if she hadn't read him like a fucking book again! He took a sip of his soda before replying. His throat had gotten dry for some reason.
"Sweetheart, if I didn't want to get up and be here for you tonight I wouldn't have. Keith is, and always has been an ass, and I'm just glad you two didn't go through with your little deal before you realized that." He hadn't quite meant it to come out that way and even to his own cynical ears it sounded harsh, but trying to fix it would just make it worse. He was pissed that she'd told Keith that she would sleep with him in the first place but he knew he didn't have the right to comment about it. He had to do something to remove the hurt from her eyes though. It was one thing if that asshole Keith caused it – even if he did want to beat his ass for it – but it was a whole other thing when he was the one to cause it.
"I said tell me I'm a horrible friend, I didn't mention anything about saying 'I told you so'," she pouted. That was it.
"Come on," he ordered, standing up and throwing a few bills on the table. When she hesitated, he walked over to her and grabbed her waist, tugging her up and towards him. He attempted to ignore the heat that flowed from that simple contact right down to his dick. What was wrong with him? He'd have to remember to keep the late night meetings with Jae to a minimum if he was going to keep her in the friend zone. It didn't help matters any when he heard her say:
"Ooh, I like it when you get aggressive Bryan," in a teasing but sexy tone. This new flirting phenomenon was difficult to deal with too. She was going to drive him crazy! If he didn't do so himself, he thought as he brushed imaginary dirt off the back of her ample ass with his hands and watched it jiggle in the sexy little number she was wearing.
"You're still in your party clothes and the party ain't over," he said nonchalantly, completely belying the fact that his favorite body part was about to wake up. From this angle he could look down and see her perky little 34C tits popping out of the v of her dress – yea she'd definitely had plans he didn't want to know about for tonight and he was only so happy that they were utterly ruined.
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Jaelyn didn't know what to say. She'd nearly forgotten what she'd been upset about just a few moments ago after feeling Bryan's hands brush casually across her derriere. Now he was looking down at her with a gaze she could only describe as "hot", his bright blue eyes a shade darker than they had been before. But that could be the shadows playing tricks on her, she reasoned. So she said nothing, simply followed him out the door waving goodbye to the only waitress left in the café.
She couldn't get over this change in him. Just last summer he'd been her tall, lanky, pale best friend that was just one step shy of having the fashion style of an emo. Yea, he was cute then, but seventeen letters and hundreds of telephone calls and emails over the break couldn't have prepared her for the Greek god that had come back in the fall. And the fact that he seemed blissfully unaware of this transformation just made it sexier. She pushed "sex" out of her mind while she stared at his back as they walked back to his car. It was clad in a dark navy t-shirt that gently hugged his body and barely outlined the muscles in his back, muscles that she would just love to massage...oops. She moved her gaze down to his butt that, surprisingly, filled his deep denim jeans quite nicely – even his butt looked firm and muscular...goodness, she'd done it again, the only thing safe to look at was his feet. Clad in some tan, suede boots, his large feet no longer looked awkward on his body; they looked perfect, and knowing exactly what they said about big feet, Jaelyn had to chastise herself again. She had just moved her gaze back up to his butt when he turned around and caught her staring.
"You looking at my ass Jae?" He asked in a false, accusing tone. "What am I going to do with you girl?" he asked, a mixture of laughter and playful teasing in his voice. Once again he grabbed her by the waist; this time gently pushing her in front of him in what she initially thought was a gentlemanly gesture. That is, until she heard him say, "My turn," in a mischievous drawl. Her stomach fluttered and she swore she felt his hot gaze on her behind as she continued to walk in the direction of his car. She knew exactly how her butt looked wrapped in the shimmering hot pink fabric of her dress but it didn't alleviate how self-conscious she felt. She wanted to take her hands and cover up his chosen target but she knew her tiny hands would do little to hide that part of her anatomy. It was part relief, part torture when they finally approached his jet black '98 mustang cobra - another part of his transformation - and he brushed sensuously past her to open the door for her.
"Thank you" she squeaked as she slipped in on the passenger's side. This was going to be a long night.
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Jaelyn could hardly believe how much fun she was having after finding her boyfriend fondling some chick in a dark corner at the club on their three month anniversary. She sipped on the strawberry margarita that an older man had bought her, taking a break from all of the dancing she'd been doing. She felt Bryan slip onto the stool to her right, and couldn't believe she was so aware of him.
"Hey, you're not over twenty-one yet," he whispered in her ear, his warm lips slightly grazing the sensitive tip, causing her to shiver.
"I will be in a couple of months and if you don't snitch on me, nobody has to know. And besides, you're perfectly legal, why weren't you the one to buy me a drink?" she countered, then slowly licked the strawberry flavor from her upper lip. She didn't know what possessed her to tease her best friend, but she knew she liked how his eyes darkened as he followed the path of her tongue. What was she doing? She cleared her throat and looked away from him, scanning the crowd for her next partner.
"I don't cater to minors," he finally replied, followed by "you wanna dance?" as if he had been reading her mind.
"Sure," she replied, hating that she was nervous. They'd both danced all night, just not together and considering the sexual fizz that surrounded them tonight, she didn't know if it would be a good idea to do so.
"Bring your glass, you wouldn't want that old fart that bought it for you to get any ideas," he said loudly.
"Shhh!" Jaelyn glanced around to see if the man was in hearing distance but she couldn't see him anywhere. She looked at the remainder of her margarita and made the quick decision to down it, unwilling to spill it on the dance floor, or on her self. "What am I gonna do with you?" she asked as she followed him to the dance floor.
"You, sweetheart, are going to dance with me," he replied smiling, and she couldn't help but stare at his adorable dimples that had made the transformation from cute to sexy along with the rest of Bryan Eric Kennedy.
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Brian's favorite body part had officially awoken. It had stirred all night from the moment he had feasted his eyes on her sexy ass in the parking lot, with her knowing full well what he was doing. It certainly hadn't stopped stirring as he'd watched her moving her body on the dance floor throughout the night. And now that she was grinding up against him like she was, his dick was definitely at full attention.
They'd started off dancing face to face and then she'd turned around and backed up against him. He just knew a few seconds after that when she felt him harden against her ass that she would move away, but she didn't she just got even closer, turning him on even more. He really shouldn't be doing this with her. She was seriously his best friend. He didn't want to do anything that would mess that up, but her ass felt so good grinding up against his cock that he just couldn't bring himself to adjust her position.
He could smell the fruity scent of her shampoo floating from her soft, dark curls. He'd been shocked at first when he saw that she'd gotten it cut just above her ears, but it made her look more mature and tonight it was sexy as hell. He tightened his hold on her hips. She placed her hands on top of his and when he glanced down at her toned, glistening arms he swore he got even harder.
"Last one for the night!" he heard the DJ call and took a relieved yet regretful breath as the slow jam melted into the atmosphere. He tugged on Jaelyn's hips to get her to turn around and face him and realized that he had taken that breath too soon. Way too soon. She placed her arms around his neck and he stared down into her pretty face. He saw a few drops of sweat on her petite nose and right above her full upper lip, but it was what he saw in those round chocolate eyes beneath those thick dark lashes that made his breath catch. She was every bit as turned on as he was.
His hands remained on her hips as they swayed to the music and he couldn't resist glancing at her plump bottom lip and imagining it being held gently between his teeth, being traced with his wet tongue. His hungry gaze dropped lower until it lit upon the toffee colored mounds of flesh that peeked up at him from the neckline of her dress. He stared, unashamed, for a few seconds and licked his lips before tearing his gaze away from her breasts and looking back into her eyes. They were even hotter now than before as she gazed up at him, almost defiantly.
"You look gorgeous tonight, Jaelyn," he whispered into her ear, flicking his tongue on the hoop in her ear lobe and then touching his tongue to the tiny stud just above it, making contact with her skin.
"Mmnh..." she murmered, "Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself, Bryan," Her smile wavered, her voice was husky, and it took everything he had not to tug her even closer and grind his hips and dick against her body. He bet Keith wanted to kick his own ass right now after fucking it up with Jaelyn tonight. He chuckled at the thought.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"I was just picturing Keith trying to kick his own ass," he replied honestly. Her gaze flickered a bit at hearing Keith's name but the she laughed as well. The sensual spell faltered and it was just him and Jae being best friends again, which gave him the clarity he needed to back away from her.
"Hey let's go ahead and get out of here before the stampede breaks out and I get blocked in the parking lot for the rest of the night," he suggested and watched as she nodded her head in agreement.
When they were in the car Jaelyn cleared her throat and spoke.
"Bryan," she started. He feared and expected that she would say something about not ruining their friendship by doing anything sexual but his jaw nearly dropped when she simply asked if she could crash at his place.
"I really don't feel like explaining the situation with Keith to the girls tonight, it makes me sick just thinking about it," she finished warily. By "the girls" she meant her sorority sisters/ roommates and he understood why she didn't want to face the catty females tonight.
"Yea, sure. No problem Jae," he answered, a bit uncomfortable about how vulnerable she'd seemed just then. He'd wanted to pull her over to him and kiss her until she smiled again, though he didn't know if smiling would be her reaction to him kissing her. He really had to get these thoughts out of his head, especially if he was going to have to spend the night with her.
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It was nearly 3 AM when they entered his tiny studio apartment, he flipped on the lights and placed his keys on the kitchen counter and then turned to let the bed out of the couch.
"If you like, you can go ahead and jump in the shower while I set this up," he said quietly "just don't take all the hot water," he winked at her knowing full well that the last thing he was going to need was a hot shower if he was going to get through this night.
"Thanks Bryan. Do you have a washcloth and a tee shirt – a big one?" she asked shyly.
"Washcloth no, I use my hands but there's a fresh bar of soap underneath the cabinet in the bathroom, tee shirt, yes, let me go get one for you, I'll get you a towel too and sorry I don't have an extra tooth brush, I'm committing a dental sin by using mine even though it's been nearly a year, but you're welcome to use it too if you're desperate. Oh, and there is mouth wash in the medicine cabinet," he replied, enjoying her laughter and turning to retrieve what she needed. He handed the towel and tee shirt to her and watched as she headed to the bathroom. Why did she have to be so damn sexy?
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I use my hands he'd said. Jaelyn shivered at the thought as the warm water ran down her tired body. She glanced at the soap. It looked clean enough. In fact his whole place was clean, which surprised her, most guys she knew kept a bachelor's pad/man cave thing going on in their spaces that usually meant everything thrown everywhere with not a care in the world. The thought of using the bar of Irish Spring soap that he obviously used played with her mind. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered her hands with it. It smelled delicious and reminded her so much of Bryan that her stomach fluttered with recognition. She placed the bar down and massaged her face and neck with her lathered hands and then reached to lather some more.
After washing her arms she concentrated fully on her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples and squeezing her breasts together inspiring a delightful sensation to curl up deep inside her pussy. She picked up the bar of soap and rubbed it directly against her taught nipples and then lower across her stomach and down her thigh to her feet and then up again, doing the same to the other leg. She lathered her hands once again and ran them across her butt and massaged her cheeks thoroughly. She then transferred the lather to her pussy where she played lavishly with her throbbing clit. She might as well relieve herself now before she did something she might regret with Bryan later, she thought as she rinsed her soapy fingers off and dipped one into her wet pussy.
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While Jaelyn was in the shower Bryan laid back onto the made bed and reached into his pants to stroke his hard cock. When he heard the water turn off he removed his hand and tried not to look too eagerly at the bathroom door. His heart skipped when she walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in the oversized towel.
"Sorry, I don't like putting on clothes when my skin is still damp," she said sheepishly.
"It's alright, I'll just go ahead and jump in the shower while you dry off and change," he offered. What was she trying to do to him?
The cold water hit Bryan full force but it didn't do a thing for his hot, throbbing cock. He stroked it hard and fast as he thought about Jaelyn dropping the towel and drying all of the intimate areas of her body in the open space of his apartment. Damn she looked good with her hair and shoulders all wet and dripping, he wanted to lick each drop of water from her toffee colored skin. This was going to be a long night.
Eight minutes later he came onto the tiles of his shower and rinsed himself off for the last time before turning off the water. When he came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, he could feel her gaze on him. He walked to the bed and casually lay down beside her. The smell of his soap on her skin was more intoxicating than anything a perfume company could concoct.
"Did you have fun tonight?" he asked.
"Yea, I had so much fun, thank you for busting up my pity party Bryan, you're such a great friend," he thought he heard her emphasize the word "friend" but that could have been his imagination.
"Well I'm glad you had fun, you have a good night sweetheart," he said brushing his lips against her forehead.
"You too Brian," and at that she curled up and went to sleep. Though Brian had a bit more of a difficult time getting to sleep, he managed and was soon caught into its lure.
He woke up a little later with his arms around Jae's waist and his dick hard and throbbing against her ass. He tried to pull away but she scooted back up against him, he looked at her face and saw that she was indeed asleep so he settled down to try to get some rest too, trying to ignore his erection. It worked, for a while.
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Jaelyn woke up at around five to the feel of Brian growing hard against her, the feeling caused her stomach to flutter and she stilled for several seconds. Listening to his shallow, even breathing, she realized that he was still asleep. Tentatively she pressed against his erection, and then ground against it. Rolling her hips deliciously she enjoyed every inch of Brian that pressed hard against her behind. Suddenly she felt his hand grip her hip and she stopped.
"You're playing with a grown man Jaelyn, not a boy, and if you don't stop that right now I'm going to have to do something about this hard-on you've giving me," he warned in a gruff husky voice, his words causing a delicious shudder to run through her body and settle in her pussy. She waited for a few seconds and took a deep breath. Before she could say anything he moaned and brushed his lips to the back of her neck, and began kissing and licking it, tightening his grip on her hip and pulling her closer. He pressed his erection harder against her behind.
"You like what you feel Jae?" he asked in a sexy whisper. She could only moan and nod her head.
"Huh?" he asked, wanting her to say the words out loud.
"Yes, I - I like what I feel Bryan," she said softly before moaning as she felt his dick thicken through the light fabric of the shorts he wore and the tee shirt she wore. She hadn't put her thongs back on when she'd changed thinking they'd be uncomfortable to sleep in, and wore nothing beneath his tee shirt. She wondered what he'd do when he found out. If he found out, she corrected, wondering if she'd have the willpower to stop him from going further. He felt so good against her she was having trouble breathing.
He scooted away from her and she was afraid he was going to stop, but he pulled her hips around so that she was lying on her back as he leaned over her and continued kissing her pulsing throat. He brushed his tongue up the side of her jaw and she smelled the lingering mint of his toothpaste. He then kissed her forehead and her nose before dropping his mouth to hers. His lips were so soft and gentle against hers and she felt her nipples harden and brush against his chest, inspiring him to lean closer into her and grind his cock against her throbbing pussy. She opened her mouth to gasp and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her, then licking on her tongue before drawing it out and sucking gently on the tip. When his hot mouth covered hers once again she moaned into his throat causing him to grind deeper, nearly raising the hem of the shirt she wore and exposing her pussy.
"I've wanted to do this all night. Do you want me to stop?" He asked quietly, already drawing away. She knew she should let him get up; she knew she should tell him she'd like him to stop but she also knew she'd be lying through her trembling teeth.
"No Bryan, don't stop," was all she managed before he kissed her again roughly and hotly, using his tongue to explore every crevice of her wet and moaning mouth. When he reached down to slide his hand underneath her shirt she knew she was in trouble but he barely grazed her hips as he reached to fondle her sensitive breasts. He grazed and rubbed her nipples over and over again before he wanted more and decided to raise her shirt up so that he could have full access. When he discovered that she wore nothing under the shirt he hissed.
"Aww fuck Jae, what are you trying to do to me?" She lost all ability to respond when he spread her thighs and dipped his head down to lick and suck on her aching pussy. "You taste so good" he whispered against her clit before he gently sucked it between his teeth and slipped his middle finger into her wet hole. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight!" he moaned as he slid his finger in an out of her pussy and continued to swirl his wet, hot tongue around her clit. Jae arched her back and thrashed around on the bed, forcing Bryan to press her hips to the bed with his hands as he enjoyed complete access to her soaking pussy.
"Mmmnnhh! Bryan, ahhhh don't stop baby! Yeah, right there...unhh...right there!" Bryan removed his dancing finger and replaced it with his tongue. He swirled his tongue inside her pussy several times before she shouted,
"Bryan...I'm – I'm coming! Oooh! Mmmnnnh! AAaahhhh!!" She knew that she'd just gushed all over Bryan's tongue but she was too sated to feel embarrassed. She figured he'd move away from her pussy but a flame lit in her when she felt him lapping up the mess she'd just made. Shudders shook through her body and her nipples hardened to the nth degree as she ground her pussy on his attentive tongue.
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Brian's dick was so hard it hurt. Hearing Jae moan and scream like that put a fire in his blood and he wanted to do everything imaginable to her to keep her making noise. He ground his dick against the mattress for a little relief as he licked up the remainder of Jae's pussy juice. He had meant every word when he'd told her she tasted good. He'd had a few bad experiences over the summer and quite a few good ones but Jae's pussy was the best he'd ever tasted. He trailed his tongue over her hip and up her stomach until he reached her breasts. He gently tugged her chocolate nipple with his teeth and then swirled and flicked his tongue around it before sucking on it. He gave the other nipple the same treatment before Jae grabbed his face and lifted it up to hers so she could kiss him. That was so fucking sexy! He wanted to be inside of her so bad.
"Jae honey, do you want me inside of you?" He knew she was still a virgin thanks to Keith's weakness for other women and wasn't sure what she'd say – though he prepared himself to leave her alone if she wasn't ready. She paused and his heart sank.
"Bryan, do you really think we should do this? I mean, I want you so bad, but...I don't want to lose you as a friend..." She had tears in her eyes and he took a deep breath so he could talk instead of his dick, he didn't want to do anything that she might regret later.
"Jaelyn, you are one of my favorite people in this world. Having sex isn't going to change that. But I would never want to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, just tell me now and I'll stop." He said, holding his breath and holding back from touching her again until she made her decision. | literotica |
Title: Waking of Corruption by Hikarishade
Tags: Abuse, Bisexual, Bondage, Demon, Domination/Submission, Fox, Unicorn
*Part three of the Corruption of Innocence. Kiara wakes to a new world.*
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Kiara would wake the next morning slowly. He would feel her start to stir. Her eyes would flutter open and she moaned softly. Her hand coming up to touch her neck where the wound from the bite was already flawlessly smooth once again.
He licked at her face affectionately, just glad to see that she was alright. Part of him had been cursing his demonic hunger... Cursing the lust he had for blood, especially hers. But he said nothing, and just pressed a great deal of affection to her, glad to see she was alright
She turned her head to look at him. There was something strange in her eyes. Something that had never been there before. She smiled slowly and closed her eyes again. "Will we do that again?"
He smiled warmly, just glad that she was alright. Part of him wanted to say no, but the demonic blood flowing in his veins screamed out the real answer\* ... Yes... I think in time, we will... But that is dangerous for us to do too often... Your body will pass out from loss of blood again... You had me worried
She frowned slightly and looked at him slyly, a smile toy at her lips. Her violet eyes flashing briefly. "What if I and drinking your blood at the same time.... would I pass out then?" Yes there was a definite difference in her, though not an altogether bad one.
A singe brow raised. This was something he wanted to find out. The healers were already nearby.... So why not? He reached up and made a small cut in his neck, enough for her to suckle on, as he guided her head to him. He waited to see if she would do this or not
She seemed to hesitate, for a small moment. The last of her dying conscious trying to scream at her to stop. But it was oh so very easy to ignore that now. She leaned up and very slowly licked his wound. His blood coating her tongue before she pressed her lips to it and began to hesitantly suck at his wound. Her eyes half closing as she wrapped her arms around him, pressed in herself against him.
It was an almost orgasmic feeling for him.... Her suckling upon his neck. He would let her do so for a time, before he leaned in and bit into her neck, flooding his maw with her blood
She jumped a bit as she felt his teeth bite into her neck but she moaned softly against his neck and wrapped her arms around him tighter. The hissing feeling of pain and strange pleasure filling her senses as she drank from the wound in his neck, and felt her own blood draining to his.
His entire form arched against her, pressing every piece of him into her that he could. His breathing heavier as he felt her draining him, and only being replaced by what he took from her. The cycle was one that could go on forever if they did not stop, but there was some part of him that simply didn't care.
She was breathing heavy herself. Her ears were flat and her eyes had slowly turned red once he had bitten her. Her fingers clutched him tightly against her as she lost herself in this new, strange hunger. Sucking and licking at the wound. Swallowing hungrily at the salty bitter blood that seemed from her lover and down her throat. Her own blood, a quicksilver color, sweet and light, heady and strange. Not as good as a pure unicorns blood would have been.. there was a richness to it that was different, and corrupted. But she still was in essence a unicorn, albeit a fallen one.
Kage was lost in the sheer wonder of their joining in this moment. There was no act that was as intimate as this... Nothing ever felt as wonderfully as this did.... This was something primal and demonic, and altogether special... Something that no one could share without bonding to the other. And there was nothing that he would allow to separate them in this moment, as he fed from her, and she fed from him, sustaining each other
Kiara shivered and after a very long time of staying entwined with him she moved her bloodstained lips from his. Her head spinning, drunk as it were. Her eyes a dark, angry crimson, like closing embers. "I love you Kage.... "
When she pulled from him, he finally allowed himself to pull away from her. There was a great heavy panting on his breath, but he had to return the words that he should not have said\* .... I love you.... Kiara.......
She licked at her lips, cleaning them of blood as she gazed up at him. Her own breathing was a bit heavy and she caressed the lines of his vulpine face with her hand. Her eyes half closed as she was feeling very strange... but very good. "I think part of me died.... but... I do not mourn it... "
He smiled warmly, and licked at her face, leaving soft smears of her blood across her cheek. At this level of her corruption, there was nothing that could stain her fur any longer.... But now he just wanted to let her know of the level of affection he held for her\* ... .The last of your old self is gone.... You have given yourself to me, body, heart, and soul..... There is nothing that can separate us now... We are a part of each other.
She gave a flick of her ears and the crimson eyes were starting to fade slowly back into shades of softly glowing violet. "Soul? What is a soul? I have not heard of this thing." Her hands would continue to lightly caress him, strangely not caring about the blood smeared across her face.
He chuckled softly, and placed his finger over her heart\*... The soul is what makes us who we are... It is our life energy... Our very essence of being. It is what makes us alive, and different from plants and rocks... I ... I do not know if I have a soul... I am a half demon... And demons do not have souls.... But I am half mortal as well, and they do...
She gave a tilt to her head, her ears flicking back as she considered that. "I do not know if I have a soul.... Unicorns..... we are not the same... we are different..... and I am different from them now too... I am not a unicorn... I am something else.... what am I?"
He gently traced a single finger down her face, the tenderness he only showed to her preset\* ... you are fallen.... You are still a unicorn, but you have fallen to the darkness.... Not that this is a bad thing... You will know pleasures and joys they will never experience... you know lust, and pleasure.. and most importantly, you know love.... No other unicorn that has not fallen knows what love is.....
She flicked her ears back. Fallen? Such a strange word. She shook her head. "I don't like that word... it make my gut twist funny.... I want to be called something better.... " She frowned slightly, his blood still lightly staining her lips.
He only smiled, and pressed his lips against hers for a moment before he leaned back\* .. You are called something better... . You are called Kiara... you are also the only one of your kind to have a name....
She smiled and caressed his face gently. "I am Kiara..... but only to you... others see me and only see your pet, or a..... a fallen..... Wh-what will other unicorns do if they saw me now?" She had an uneasiness in her belly when she thought about that.
He had to be honest in this part, but he did sneak the venom of his deceit into it. the more he could keep her attuned to him, the better it was\* ... They will become jealous....They will want to hurt you... To take away the joy you have found here with me.....
She pulled her lips back and flattened her ears. And strangely her teeth looked just a little different from normal. But the change wasn't obvious. "I would hurt them first... I would.... I would... I would do something and make them hurt first.
He chuckled softly, and tenderly caressed his hand across her cheek\* ... I know you would love... but I wouldn't let them hurt you, or destroy that which we have worked so hard to create.... Please do not worry.....
She smiled and leaned into the touch of his hand. She hadden't thought about those other he had held below in the last few days, nor did she inquire about the one she had killed. Nor did she now. "What will we do today Kage?"
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders a little. He actually hadn't had anything planned but there was of course the important ones\* ... Well... We should probably eat before we go to whatever it is we decide...
She nodded slowly and smiled "I would like something to eat. Will... Will they have fruit for me today? Or can I go outside and graze? I would like that... but... it was so bright yesterday... it hurt my eyes... " She frowned slightly. "Its never hurt my eyes before.."
He nodded his head, quickly changing the subject\* ... Yes.. .I think we can have a picnic... We will have the food brought out to us, so you can graze as well as eat what the cook prepares for you.... Does this sound good? ... And yes, I will make certain that we have some fruit for you this morning... And I asked them to make some more of the sausages you liked so much
She brightened, the violet eyes paling to a more shade of blue, just slightly. "I can go outside? Can we go to my forest? I miss my forest... please? I please Kage?" She looked to him hopefully, her hands lightly placed on his chest.
He wanted to take her to the forest, but he worried about what would happen when she got there. It wouldn't be the same anymore. But as she looked to him with those big pleading eyes, he simply couldn't deny her\* ... Y... Yes... We will go to your forest... But... The animals there will not remember you I think....
She frowned and shook her head. They wouldn't... she looked so strange now... she sighed. She longed for her woods again, longed and needed it. "Can we go now? I want to be home... I want to be in my woods."
He frowned a little and nodded his head. He knew that when she went back, she was going to be very upset... But he didn't have any choice now... He had promised her.... Slowly he got up and offered his hand out towards her\*
She accepted his hand and stood up. She felt so good. Energized as she stood. Her movements ever graceful as she shook her mane out and her tail coiled around her hocks. She looked eager, happy, and ready to go, pacing about the room.
He however was far from as optimistic about this, and took her hand with his, and gently pulled her towards the door, leading her out of their room. It was a good walk, but he took her out of the castle, and past the village walls. They were finally out in the wilderness again, and before long, he took her out to the very edge of the forest where he had found her. It had taken them a long time to get there, but he had been mostly silent the whole time
She was never less eager, though her eyes hurt from the light again and it took longer for her to adjust them to the light. But once she was in the woods she seemed to perk up. And she broke away from him to run here and there, but things were different... while she had been in the woods her woods, autumn and winter had never touched it. Animals had come to her and happily played. Now they saw her and ran.. the tree's had begun to wither and leaves were coating the forest floor. She frowned and looked at him. "Everything is dying! I shouldn't have ever left.....
He moved over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking as softly as he could\* ... nothing is dying.... This is the way of the world.... This is what all forests do without their unicorns... It is the natural cycle of life... \*he hated to be so tender in this, but he had to. looking around, he found an acorn in the ground and pointed to it, bringing her over\* ... Do you see this acorn? this is a seed... If you had not left, it never would have fallen... and it never would grow... But now, when spring comes, it will plant into the ground, and it will grow tall and proud with time.
She shook her head, her eyes wide as she looked around her. If fact it was too early for fall even for the natural cycle of things. She shook her head and moved from tree to tree... "No.. no their dying.. I can feel them dying.. their all dying.. and the animals.. they fear me.... They don't know me.... The grass... its all turning brown and dying.... Its wrong.. I should have left... No... no I don't want my woods to die..." She was starting to panic, and strangely, she was getting angry too.
There was a soft sigh from the demonic fox, and he fell back. This was why he didn't want her returning... The forest always suffered after the unicorn left... But they eventually recovered. But there was nothing he could do now
She turned on him, her ears flat and her teeth bared. "Why? Why do they fear me? Should I give them something to fear? What have I done to them.. This entire woods stinks of fear." She was getting angrier the deeper she moved into her woods. Her eyes were slowly changing from violet to red.
He kept his distance, but he followed, always. Her anger raged, and he let it rage. He would keep himself to pure silence, just letting her body run through the anger and the pain that she was feeling. In a way it served him... It gave her over to the darkness even more
She would probably have calmed down if he had tried, but with his silence she only got angrier. And she eventually lost complete control on it and she started to storm through her woods. Animals fled in front of her as she ripped up dying plants and threw them, took rocks and threw those too... basically just having a tantrum. She did however manage to get her hands on a rabbit that was cowering and she grabbed it and shook its screaming furry body until the back snapped and she threw that too.
He would follow her, rather impressed by the rage of anger. He would eventually step in, but for the moment at least, he let her anger envelop her... She needed to learn to deal with it, or at least accept the fact that it was a part of her. So silence still kept him, and he followed along behind her, watching very carefully
She turned on him, her mane was all over, the silver and blood flecked strands a mess around her. Her chest heaving as her eyes blazed red. "My woods is dead... I want everything to die in it too.. if my woods are dead everything in it will be dead... Help me... " She was just a little deranged right now. Her lips were pulled back and her teeth had definitely gotten more pointed. "If my woods are dead I will kill all of it.... They have no right to live here if they cant keep it alive."
This was when things had to stop. She had tasted the lust for blood through anger, and he knew that if this went too long, she would go insane. He took some quick steps over towards her, and suddenly it seemed everything around him darkened, his voice much louder then it had ever been before\* .. KIARA! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW
She took a step back but didn't back down. "NO! This is MY woods... MINE! I lived here, I cared for it.. if it dies they ALL die! I want them all to die!" She turned around and screamed with fury as she wanted something, wanted to find anything living and rip it apart. "ITS MINE! "
It hurt him to do this, but he had no choice. He walked over to her and slapped her across the face. It was swift and sharp, but by no means anything that would do more then sting. The golden eyes burned brightly as he stood. He may be shorter then her, but in that moment he seemed to simply tower
Her head snapped to the side as he struck it and she let the shock of it rush through her. He had never actually hit her before... She blinked and her eyes faded from red to violet again. Her ears flicking back and she shrank away from him. She blinked at him, uncomprending him or where she was... but her lip trembled and tears threatened to fall from her face, though for some reason didn't, at least yet.
He sighed heavily, and moved forward, pressing himself against her, and wrapping her in his arms. She didn't understand what was going on, and he knew it... But he had tried to keep her from returning. Now all he could do was offer her the comfort that she needed
She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him. Pressing her face against his shoulder as she whimpered softly. She was so confused right now.. so angry, and sad... The fear and pain and dying around her was pressing in on her senses. "Wh... what's wrong with me..... "
He shushed her softly, trying to soothe her as much as he could. This was one of the rare times he would use his shadow powers, and the shadows reached up around them, and pulled them down into the darkness. They would be surrounded by nothing but the stark black of wherever it was they were. In truth they were in transition... Between the shadow world and their own
She stopped shaking as the coolness of the shadow wrapped around her and she relaxed, her eyes closing, though no tears had been shed It felt good here, numb and quiet. No sounds of death and dying and fear... She didn't move away from him only held herself against him and tried to calm herself down.
He pressed himself heavy against her, and lifted her chin up. He pressed his lips to hers in a warm kiss, that somehow seemed far more significant here... But then when the rest of the senses were deprived, each touch and every sound echoed with far more impact
She leaned up into his kiss and wrapped her arms around him more firmly. She needed him right now, more then anything. Needed to know he was there and know that he hadden't left her. Not like her forest had, or her animal friends... That he wasn't going to leave her.
He pressed himself to her, and made certain she could feel every touch, every tender caress. He pushed his tone into her mouth, turning the kiss to one of great passion and love. He wanted her to know he cared very much for her, and was not going to allow anything to happen to her
She shivered to every touch he gave her. And as he pressed his tongue into her mouth she would return it. Wanting him to know just how much she cared for him as well. Her fingers sliding through his fur as she pressed as much of her body to his as she could.
He smiled and wrapped his arms about her form. She was always naked, but he still had his pants on. A warm look spread across his face as he moved and broke the kiss. He lowered his head, and wrapped the warm vulpine maw about her nipple. But this time he dug his teeth against the flesh, and sucked hard on her
She jumped a bit and then moaned as she leaned her chest into the assault of his mouth. Her head leaning back as she ran her hands down his body, enjoying the smooth feel of his fur and encountering the fabric of his pants. Her fingers weren't very dexterous, but she would work at getting them open. There was an urgency in her that there had never really been before. She had had a bad shock back there, and she needed to forget it.
The small fox murred softly as she worked at his pants, and finally they would come open. He wore nothing beneath them, and the rather prominent vulpine sheath would be fully exposed for her. His maw worked harder at the nipple, the teeth pressing harder against the flesh in the sheer bliss of the sex they were about to share
The harder his teeth pressed against that sensitive flesh, she more aroused she became. She moaned and her hand slipped down to rub and caress at his sheath. Her nipple diamond hard against his attentions. Her body was aching for him, it wanted him. There was once a time she would have questioned why she crave this feeling, this desire to have sex with him, but she didn't care now. All she knew is that she wanted it.
He murred around the nipple, and finally released it, wrapping his maw about the one that had not been given any attention. He moaned softly in his throat as he felt her pressing against his sheath, and he pushed his hips forward into her hand
She moaned softly as her one breast was left and the other sought out. Her tongue slicked across her lips as she began to stoke and caress his sheath, a hand moving down to cup and fondle his balls as she leaned her second breast into his mouth. This nipple responding like the first, hardening to a rock at his abuse.
He would sup on it for some time before he pulled back, and gently began to guide her down, pushing her in the vast weightless darkness towards his crotch. He was going to give her another chance to try the blow job, but would see how far she would go of her own accord
She was a bit curious as to what he wanted. After all, the last time that he had made her give him a blow job, he had forced it on her, and she didn't know what it was or why he had wanted it. But she was unresisting. As he moved her into position she hesitated. She really didn't know what he wanted her to do, but her hands caressed him slowly. He wanted something, but she didn't exactly know what
He murred softly as she stroked him gently. The glistening pink flesh was fully exposed for her, and ready for whatever she wanted to give. Panting softly, he spoke in a slightly strained voice\* .... if you want to... suck on it... lick it.... It makes me feel very good....
Her ears flicked at the sound of his voice, the only sound there was. She then blinked slowly. Well... he wanted it... she was not one to deny him what he wanted. She flicked her ears back and lowered her head to his exposed flesh. Her tongue would slide from her lips and move along his cock. It was strange, but not bad. Salty... and equines were ones known to like salt. She began to lap at his sex like a horse at a salt lick. Slowly and savoring every one. But... he had said suck too.... She was more hesitant with this one, but she did take the head between her lips and lightly suckle at it experimentally.
The moment she sucked him in, there was a loud gasp, and this was quickly followed by a moan of pleasure, as his form arched towards her in bliss. His breathing quickly went to a loud panting as she suckled on his head
At this rather obvious display of pleasure she would suck more of his sex into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the under side of it slowly as she sucked on him the way she had sucked on the teat of her mother long long and longer ago then she could clearly remember. It was a strange request, but not an unpleasant one, and one she didn't seem to mind now.
He panted loudly, as he wanted her to take more of him into her maw... But he would not force this.. This time she needed to do these things for herself. His eyes closed tight, and he panted loudly, his hips arching back and forth a little, as she sucked at him. She would soon be rewarded with a taste of his pre
She was a bit surprised at the salty sweet taste of the pre cum that her tongue encountered. She snorted softly and shifted her position slightly to one more comfortable and one where she wasn't going to be stabbing him in the gut with her horn. That had her along his side, her breasts resting on his left hip as she began to suckle more energetically to the cock that had given her the strange treat. Her tail tuft caressed his face.
He panted and moaned the more she sucked on him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed his hips towards her more. The harder she sucked on him, the more of his pre spurted into her maw, and consequently down her throat. His breathing had gone from calm, to the heavy panting of one who was drawing in on an orgasm
She could hear the change in him, and curiosity drove her on. She wanted to see what he would do next. She had an idea from the one time he had made her do this before, but it had been different some how. She began to suck harder, swallowing the pre-cum as he oozed it onto her tongue. And taking more of him into her mouth. She was well and truly able to have all of him in her mouth really, such was the blessing of an equines head. Her tail tuft tickling and teasing him slowly
The deeper she took him, the easier it was for him to deal with this. Panting away loudly, he pushed himself back and forth a little, face fucking her some. His eyes were deep in sheer bliss, before suddenly he arched and moaned loudly, the knot swelling as he came near to his climax
She wouldn't know what to do to make him shoot off in her maw any more then what she was doing. But she suddenly had a great driving urge to get him to do just that. She would push her head down as far as she could. Her soft velvet lips pressing against his knot before she started to bob her head up and down against the ridged pole of his cock. Her hands coming up to cup and rub at his balls as she could sense his climax drawing close.
With this sudden bobbing of her head, he only lasted a few moments more before he threw his head back and screamed out in pleasured agony, and released the spray of hot seed deep into her mouth She nearly chocked on the rush of salty, bitter cum as it flooded into her mouth. She had half expected it of course, but it would probably always be a shock. She swallowed most of it, but it did dribble from her lips, such as a novice was apt to do.
He was panting extremely loudly, and he was trying to get coherent thoughts into his mind. He panted loudly, and shifted his form around a little. He was in a state of bliss, and his mind was still reeling from the intense pleasure that she had just given him
She would pull her head away in the darkness and blink rapidly. though she never took her hands away from him, and was always in contact with him in some way. She didn't mind the taste, but it was strange. This was obviously the warmness she felt from him every time they had sex. And somehow that made it better. She licked her lips clean from dribbled cum. | FSE |
Title: Friday Night's Alright With Me
Tags: taboo, toys, anal, group, blowjob, cum swapping, internal, epic
"Michelle wants you to fuck her tonight," Kimberly said as she took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You know how girls talk and when I told her about us, well, we thought you'd like to have us both."
My mouth went dry; not only is fucking my wife's sister my idea of a good time, putting my dick in her roommate was like winning the lottery. Michelle is a hot redhead, with pale skin and freckles on what parts of her body I had seen. She is rather tall, probably an inch or two under six feet and has huge, huge tits. Once I found one of her bras in the bathroom and checked the tag, I discovered they were double D's.
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It was a Friday night in the early fall. My wife and her friends arranged a 'girl's weekend out' to go to some musical and do some shopping. She had left Thursday and wouldn't return until Sunday evening sometime. Almost as long as she had been planning her trip, I was planning my journey 2 hours to her sister's college to spend the weekend 'keeping it all in the family,' so to speak.
I left right from work and was at her dorm before the sun set. We ordered a pizza and sat on the couch washing down our dinner with pizza and watching a sitcom rerun on TV. When we were done with our dinner Kimberly set to work giving me a back massage. She was working the knots out of my shoulder when I slid my hand behind me and up her smooth thigh. She spread her legs a little wider giving to give me better access.
My hand moved inside her shorts to her pussy. I rubbed her gently through her panties, which were silky and smooth to the touch. Her pussy was very warm and some of her wetness had already began to soak through. In one swift motion I hooked a finger insider her panties and pulled them aside, giving me full access to her. A finger slid inside her with ease and she responded by sticking her tongue in my ear.
Her pussy was very wet and I slid another finger inside her. It always amazed me how tight she was, she was like a vice on my two fingers. I finger fucked her faster, shoving my fingers inside her as deeply as I was able before moving them back and forth in a motion that she seemed to enjoy immensely. She reached her hand around me and down to my cock, which was rock hard. She reached inside my shorts and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke me slowly.
I slid off the couch onto my knees and turned to face her. We kissed deeply and passionately, our tongues darting in and out of each others mouths. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head at the same time I was pulling her shorts to the floor. I pushed her back on the couch and moved to where I could continue to kiss her. As I was kissing her I kept my hands on her body, caressing her breasts, her nipples and then moving down between her legs to rub her clit or slip a finger inside her.
Her breathing increased and she began to squirm. "I'm so turned on," she said with a hoarse voice. "Please eat my pussy."
I began to kiss down her torso, stopping to spend some time sucking on each nipple, twirling them around my tongue and giving them soft little bites. She put her hands on my head and urged me downward. I finished kissing a trail down between her legs and spread her open wide before me. I kept her panties on and just simply pushed them out of my way.
Her pussy was shaved bald and her juices coated her lips completely. Light glistened off of her wetness and I sat for a moment admiring her perfectly formed pussy; her lips were small and soft, her tunnel tight and her clit stimulated so that it stuck out from the folds that it usually hid behind. Her scent was wonderful and I couldn't stay away any longer, I plunged my tongue inside her.
A soft moan escaped her lips as I came in contact with her delicious sex. I licked inside her, straining to stick more and more of my tongue inside her hole. She rewarded me by cuming on my face, sending more and more of her juices flowing into my mouth. I slid my tongue down and lightly licked her asshole for a few moments before moving back up and to her clit.
I slid a finger inside her and began to finger her as I sucked softly on her clit. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer, holding me in place as she came again – this time rather noisily. I picked up the intensity, fingering her faster and sucking on her with more force. She came again almost immediately and her strong thighs converged on my head, squeezing me as her body bucked and writhed.
My cock was rock hard and I needed to feel her. I slid my shorts down my thighs and moved onto the couch between her legs. Instantly I was inside her, my first thrust only penetrating about half way. Her pussy was so tight and I worked inside her slowly, pushing into her and coaxing her pussy to open wider for me. It took me a few strokes but before I knew it I was buried in her wetness.
I began to pound her mercilessly; I drove inside her as my lust took over. My hands gripped the armrest of the couch and pulled me inside her even harder. Again and again I penetrated her with as much force as I could. Her hands were on my back and she had her legs wrapped around mine holding on for dear life as I took her completely. It wasn't that she minded, later when she turned the tides and got on top me she would fuck me just as hard.
I was working myself into a frenzy, fucking this little girl as hard as I could – bringing my cock almost completely out of her before slamming back into her. Her nails dug into my back as she urged me on. Her pussy was getting wetter and I could hear the sloppy sound of my cock drilling into her with each thrust. I pushed her legs up and together, leaning myself back on the couch to shove into her while looking at her amazing legs. My cock strained against her clit with each thrust and almost immediately she came again. I was going to have to slow down if I hoped to make it through that night, still at that point not knowing what she and Michelle had in store for me.
Spreading her legs again I laid on top of her, her legs split around me. I slid my hands under her to cup her perfect ass and as I lifted her to me as I continued to fuck her with furious intensity. Again and again I drove inside her. "Don't stop fucking me," she said as an orgasm so intense ripped through her her whole body shook uncontrollably. I didn't stop fucking her, I just plowed on through her explosion. I slid my hand down between her ass cheeks and slipped a finger inside her ass; as much anal penetration as I was going to get on her to date.
I wiggled my finger inside her and her hips responded in kind, grinding against me and establishing a new, softer rhythm. I held her close with my other hand and moved against her, our bodies now moving together in one smooth motion. I felt a little bit more of her insides give and my cock slid that last little bit inside her. My pubic hair was now rubbing directly on her smoothly shaven pussy. I couldn't get over how wet she was, or how smoothly she slid back and forth under me – it was just an amazing fuck.
She came again and I felt her pussy grow even wetter, if that was possible. I figured that we would at the very least leave a big wet spot on the couch and probably leave a nice sex stain on the cushion. I love the taste of pussy and had to put my face in her wetness with no delay.
Sliding off of her, I made my way down her taunt body to her sex. I put my lips on her lips and sucked in deeply, tasting her amazing juices. I licked and tease and sucked at her hole, enjoying completely the taste of her.
"I want a taste," she said pushing me back and sitting up. She kissed me on the mouth, putting her tongue on my tongue and sucking her juices off me. She stopped kissing me and began to lick around my mouth, cleaning off the juices that had gotten on my mouth and lips while I was eating her. She pushed me back against the other arm rest and moved to put me in her mouth.
She treated my dick like a lollipop, licking and sucking and cleaning my cock very thoroughly. I leaned my head back in ecstasy, I've alluded to her dimimished ability to suck cock but right now that didn't matter, she was doing amazing things to me in the heat of her lust. She was just getting into the blowjob, taking me deeper in her mouth than she had before, when I heard a key in the lock.
I froze and put my hand on her head in an effort to stop her so we could cover ourselves. The couch is right inside the door and anyone who entered would immediately see our naked bodies sitting there enjoying our carnal coupling. Kimberly didn't seem concerned and kept on sucking, but my heart rate went through the roof. Here I was, in my wife's sisters apartment, my dick in her mouth. All I could think of was that it was a 'sting' and my wife was going to walk through the door and the game would be up. I braced for the worst.
The door swung open and in walked her roommate Michelle.
"Michelle wants you to fuck her tonight," Kimberly said as she took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You know how girls talk and when I told her about us, well, we thought you'd like to have us both."
She was right, of course. I had wanted to fuck Michelle since the day I first met her when we moved Kimberly into her room at the beginning of the semester.
I briefly described Michelle earlier, but that description just doesn't seem to do her justice. She was Irish through and through; tall with long legs, long curly red hair that went down over her shoulders, emerald green eyes and those huge tits. She wasn't waif thin, I would guess about a size 6 to give you an idea of how she was put together.
Michelle usually dressed sexy when I had seen her and tonight she was just drop dead sexy in a tight belly shirt that was cut low, spilling her huge tits out the top. She had on tight jeans and cute sandals that showed her manicured little toes. A couple of times when I had come to visit Kimberly she had been in her room with the door closed, fucking whoever it was that she was fucking that week and Kimberly had told me that Michelle was rather liberated sexually. A good night just got better.
"You bitch, you started without me" Michelle said as she closed the door and stepped into the room.
Kimberly smiled back at her. "I was just getting him all warmed up."
Michelle walked over to the couch and looked at my hard cock in Kimberly's hand. "You're right, that is a nice cock. Why don't we take this party to my bedroom where we can all get comfortable?"
Kimberly and I stood and followed Michelle into her bed room, Kimberly leading me by the cock like it was a leash and she was out walking her dog. Michelle switched on a bedside lamp and hopped onto the bed. Kimberly jumped onto the bed and pulled me down with them.
"This is hardly fair," Kimberly said. "You've seen what we've got and you still have your cloths on."
Michelle smiled and stood up. She walked over to her stereo on put on some music, mood music she called it. She started a seductive strip tease, something she had obviously done on a number of occasions.
She started with her jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them facing us. She turned and slowly lowered them over her round ass – it wasn't as tight as Kimberly's but it was a nice piece of meet that I wanted to sink my teeth into. She gyrated her hips to the music and teased us with her motions, slipping the material up and down revealing a thin little thread of a thong that ran down between her ass checks. A few move moves and she pushed her jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, revealing a pair of long, nicely shaped legs covered in soft freckles. Next came her top, but without much material to hide her humungous tits, she was soon out of her shirt he massive tits flopping down onto her torso.
I stared, not able to speak. Never in my life had I seen tits that big. And with that much weight one would think that they would hang low on her when unencumbered but they didn't – they were perky DD's that ended in small little nipples and dime sized areolas. I couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on them and I didn't have to wait long.
Michelle settled back onto the bed with us and moved in close. Kimberly pushed me back onto the stack of pillows and began to suck on my cock again. Michelle moved up close to me and leaned in to kiss me. It was a great kiss, very wet and very sloppy. Her tongue darting in and out of my mouth expertly turning me on even more. The kiss continued for a long time and I moved my hands to cup her huge breasts.
I felt the weight of them in my hands and it was substantial – I couldn't imagine walking around having to hold those huge melons up, I would probably topple over. But Michelle carried them well and I was glad that she did, they were amazing to have in my hands. The flesh was soft and warm and she pushed her weight into my hands, mashing her breasts together. My fingers found her nipples and teased them with gentle pinches and tweaks. She responded by kissing me even harder and reaching for my cock.
It slipped out of Kimberly's mouth with a 'pop' and Michelle's hand was on it, stroking me expertly. She broke our kiss and started to move her mouth down my body, kissing my chest and stomach before getting to my cock. Seconds later her soft lips had me and she began to suck me.
What Kimberly lacked in the head giving department Michelle had and she sucked me like I have never been sucked, before or since. She inhaled most of my cock down her throat and held me there, pushing me against the back of her throat before slowly sliding her lips back up the full length of my shaft. She kissed my head and licked my sensitive parts with soft flicks of her tongue. She moved her body between my legs and I looked down to see the tops of both girls' heads.
They were sharing me now, each taking turns putting me in their mouth and doing their best sucking job before relinquishing my organ to the other. Kimberly sucked the head hard and jerked me with her hand, her best effort to date – probably spurred on by the competition at hand. Michelle continued to try and impale herself on my dick, taking as much of me down her throat as she could making soft chocking sounds as she did. My dick was covered in their saliva and glistened in the soft light when they came up for air. The distinct differences in there techniques was awesome and my cock stood at full attention taking everything that they could dish out. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to take much more of this, but the changes in their styles as they switched back and forth kept my orgasm at bay.
After what felt like hours of their dueling blowjobs, Kimberly broke the rotation and moved up the bed. She came up and placed a sensual kiss on my mouth before straddling my face so I could lick her pussy. Michelle kept on sucking, now able to put her full skill to work without having to stop and share.
Kimberly's pussy was still very wet and I began to tongue her furiously. I slid my tongue in her as deeply as I could, licking the inside of her pussy walls. My hands cupped her ass and moved her around so my tongue could stay fully extended inside her. Michelle was going nuts on my cock, the most amazing thing I have ever felt. She had almost all of my nine inches inside her mouth and she was moving her tongue over my shaft – she seemed bent on deep throating all of my cock.
Meanwhile my efforts on Kimberly began paying off as she bucked her hips with yet another orgasm, her juices flowing out of her in a stream of pleasure. She didn't exactly squirt, but she let loose enough juice to cause it to run down my chin. Michelle made one last effort to take off of me in her mouth, almost succeeding, before she came up for air.
"That looks great," she said. "It's my turn."
Kimberly slid off of my face and down my body, leaving a trail of her wetness as she moved her body down to my cock. With no effort at she found what she was looking for and slid her tight pussy onto me and all the way inside her. She gasp with pleasure and began riding me in her expert way.
Michelle moved up and slid off her tiny panties, flinging them into the pile of her other cloths. She straddled my face as Kimberly had done and I got my first look at her pussy. It wasn't shaved like Kimberly's but it was covered in a well manicured crop of red hair, something that I found very sexy. Her lips were puffy and she had a great scent to her, and as I was soon to find out a great taste. She leaned on one knee and placed her foot on the other side of my head and slowly lowered herself onto my mouth.
I started licking her clit, teasing it to full hardness and causing it to peek out of the folds of her sex. I teased it with my tongue, licking it in long strokes and swirling around it sending waves of pleasure through her body. One of my hands found her ass and pulled her to me while I moved the other up to feel her awesome tits. I moved my hand from her ass and slid one of my fingers into her, feeling her pussy contract to embrace my touch. She was very wet and growing wetter by the minute. I pulled my finger from her and replace it with my tongue. I tasted her fully and it was great, her juices mixing with Kimberly's on my tongue in a sweet combination of young pussy.
Kimberly had adjusted herself on my cock and was now squatting on me like she always does. She was fucking my cock with long, hard strokes and with each descent she gave out a soft moan. It wasn't long and she was cuming, her body becoming rigid as she held me deep inside her. She bucked her hips forward and slid me almost out of her and held herself there, teasing me with little movements. If my hands had been free I would have grabbed her hips and thrust inside her again but I was otherwise occupied at the moment.
Michelle's hands were now grasping my hair, pulling me into her pussy. My mouth was back to work on her clit, now sucking and pulling on her intensely. I had two fingers inside her and was finger fucking her while I ate her out. It didn't take long and she began to cum, moaning loudly and bucking her hips against my mouth. I wanted to fuck her now!
I pushed her off my face as her orgasm subsided and moved myself out from under Kimberly. I pulled Michelle down on the bed and pushed her onto her back, position myself between her long legs. I teased her with my cock, running the head over her slit and slapping it against her engorged clit. She squired under me and tried to pull me into her. I resisted for the time being and continued to rub my cock against her pussy. I looked down at her, this amazing girl. Her eyes shown in the light and I could see the lust in them. Her enormous chest heaved with her heavy breathing, brought on by her first (and not last) orgasm of the night. I couldn't wait any longer and positioned myself to penetrate her.
I pushed my hips forward and she pushed back to meet me, pushing most of my cock inside her in one motion. She started to shake and orgasmed right then! I began to fuck her with long strokes and I was buried to the hilt in her in just a couple of pushes. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, our mouths joining in an intense encounter. I put my hands on her tits and teased her nipples with soft squeezes which she seemed to like immensely. We began to find our rhythm, my thrusts being met by her hips as she arched up off of the bed. Many times I had compared fucking Kimberly to taking a ride in a race car, fast and intense – fucking Michelle was like taking a ride in a luxurious import. She was soft and accommodating, making every stroke seem to take hours to complete.
In and out, up and down I went. Each stroke met by Michelle's expert motions. Her pussy was wet and warm and accommodating – I never wanted to stop fucking this girl. I broke our kiss and moved my head to her small nipples. I sucked each in turn and the sensation must have been just what she needed as she began to cum again, her legs locking around me pulling me deeper inside her. Her orgasm was intense and seemed to go on and on, her loud moans echoing around her bedroom. I had to get out of this girl soon, or my own orgasm was going to come way before I wanted it too. Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from her and sat back on my haunches desperately trying to catch my breath.
I looked over at Kimberly who had been watching intently and noticed that she had her fingers inside her pussy. I moved over to her and pulled her hand up to my mouth, I licked her juices off of her, tasting her sweet pussy.
"There is something that I've always wanted to do," I said "Would you girls be willing to accommodate me?"
They agreed and I moved them into position, laying them down with me between them. What I wanted to do was finger both of them at the same time, for some reason this has always been a fantasy of mine. My hands found their marks and I began to finger fuck both of them at the same time. They were both very wet and my fingers made soft slurping sounds as I ran them in and out of their pussies. It amazed me how much different each girl felt to touch – Kimberly was so tight my two fingers barely fit inside her while with Michelle I was able to easily slid in three fingers.
They both stoked my cock and I alternated kissing them. My fantasy turned out to be a lot of fun and I'm so glad I got to fulfill it, but after a few minutes I wanted to fuck them again. I sat up and rolled Kimberly over, planning on taking her doggy style.
I positioned myself behind her and slid inside. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her with furious intensity, the way that she likes it. Her ass is simply amazing and as I fucked her with long, hard strokes I ran my hands over its perfect shape. Michelle moved over closer to us and began to rub Kimberly's comparatively small tits, tugging and pulling on her nipples roughly. I moved one of my hands off Kimberly's ass and over to Michelle's pussy, fingering her with the same rhythm that I fucked Kimberly. Both girls were really getting into it now and the room smelled of pure lust and sex.
Kimberly began pushing back against me the way she does when she's about to cum and I put both hands on her hips again in order to push her over the edge. Michelle surprised us both by moving her hands down to Kimberly's pussy and rubbing her clit while I fucked her with increasing fervor. Kimberly began to cum but I didn't stop drilling her, I kept on fucking her with those hard deep thrusts and continued until she had cum a second time. Totally spent, Kimberly collapsed forward causing my cock to pop free of her warm slit. Almost instantly Michelle was on it, taking it into her mouth and sucking off the juices that Kimberly had just covered my cock with.
Michelle continued to suck me, pushing me deep inside her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her face. She was gagging and choking but didn't seem to mind one bit; in fact it seemed to spur her on. I looked down at my cock and saw an amazing sight – my cock had completely disappeared down her throat. Never in my life had someone been able to take my length completely down their throat until now. The feeling was amazing but I couldn't let it continue long. I wanted to keep fucking these to sex fiends.
I pulled my cock from Michelle's mouth and got up off the bed. I pulled her towards me and positioned her at the edge of the bed on her stomach, which put her pussy at the perfect height for me to stand and fuck her from behind – which is exactly what I did.
My cock slid effortlessly into her pussy and I pushed into her with every inch of me. She let out a loud moan as I filled her completely and I began to fuck her with short, slow stokes, taking out only a couple of inches at a time keeping myself deep inside her. She spread her legs as wide as she could, giving me full access to her depths and I took advantage, pushing my hips against her full ass and holding inside her. She gave a shudder of delight. "I've never felt so full," she said looking back at me over her shoulder.
I was really getting into fucking this girl, she was the perfect fuck; aggressive and submissive at the same time. Her long beautiful hair flowed over her back and in the soft light I could see the hour-glass shape of her figure. I pumped in and out of her with increasingly long strokes and pulled my cock from her. I immediately pushed back inside her enjoying the feeling of penetrating her soft mound. I rubbed her legs and ass as I fucked her feeling her muscles strain against the motion of my thrusts.
Kimberly had told me that Michelle was a sexual freak, but I don't think I fully grasped what she meant until Michelle reached behind her and stuck one of her fingers in her ass as I plowed in and out of her pussy. She looked back at me over her shoulder again and smiled mischievously – just when I thought I had this girl figured out she shocked the hell out of me.
She took her finger from her ass and pushed it into her pussy while my cock was still inside her, stretching herself even further. She didn't keep it in herself long; she was just gathering some of her juices for lube. Her finger moved back to her ass and she spread her pussy juice over her hole. Again she pushed her finger inside her ass, this time all the way up to her last knuckle. She began to finger fuck her own asshole at the same speed that I was fucking her hot cunt. It wasn't long before she shoved a second finger in her puckered anus and began to fuck herself faster. The whole time she was looking at me with that grin on her face.
My surprise must have been visible on my face because she started really putting on a show for me. I was so engrossed in what she was doing that I stopped fucking her and just enjoyed the show. "I think someone wants to fuck my ass," she said. All I could do was nod my agreement. I had talked my way into a few girls asses in my career, but none of them had ever been as enthused about it as Michelle was.
She turned to Kimberly, who was propped on a pillow, slowly rubbing her clit and enjoying the show. "In my nightstand is some lube, would you get it for us?" Kimberly pulled open the drawer and came up with a tube of lube, and a rather large dildo. The sex toy was big, bigger than my cock even, in the shape of a penis and was as black as night.
"And what is this?" Kimberly asked with the same mischievous grin that Michelle was wearing.
"Hey," Michelle said. "Most times I don't get a cock as nice as this so I've got to take matters into my own hands. Why don't you try it, you'll like it."
Kimberly opened the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on the pseudo-cock and then handed the bottle to Michelle. Michelle took the lube and poured a large drop onto her waiting ass and began to work it around with her fingers. Kimberly meanwhile lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. She placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy. She pushed it against her hole and the head slid inside her. I was surprised – not only that she would put something that size in her but that it would fit; I always had to make sure she was really lubed up before I could put my cock in her and this toy was even bigger.
She continued to push and a little more of the black dick slid inside her. She gasped, in pain or delight I'm not sure, and began to slowly fuck herself with Michelle's surrogate cock. This put my cock at full attention again and I almost forgot about what my current partner was prepping herself for.
Michelle brought me back to the task at hand shortly as she squeezed another amount of lube on her hand and grabbed my cock, getting it fully lubed before pulling me towards her waiting ass. I put the head of my cock against her tight hole and she used both of her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart.
I pressed against her and was surprised at how easily I slid into her ass. I pushed in slowly, letting her get used to my size and before long I had about half of my cock inside her. I began to fuck her with slow strokes and the feeling was awesome. Michelle began to moan and started to cum – I had heard that anal orgasms can be much more intense than vaginal and her current orgasm led credence to all that I had heard. Her body went stiff and then convulsed, pushing her ass back into my strokes putting even more of me inside her tight ass hole.
I began to fuck Michelle's ass harder and she didn't object. She was pushing back towards me and I felt any remaining resistance fade away and I was able to push inside her to my full length. I looked over at Kimberly who was still trying to fuck herself with the mammoth toy, she had gotten a little bit more inside her but not much. That didn't seem to matter to her; her head was thrown back and she seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly.
Michelle pulled herself forward pulling my cock from her ass and rolled over onto her back. She pulled her legs back, opening her ass hole to me from another angle. I slid back inside her with ease and was soon buried up to my balls in her ass again. As I fucked her her tits bounced up and down, all that flesh moving up and down was impressive. She took both of her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, showing them off to me. She tweaked her nipples hard and let out another moan; moments later she was cuming again this time her moans were almost screams.
One of her hands moved from her breasts down to her pussy and she started to finger herself furiously. She came again – she seemed to be cuming almost constantly now. My cock was on fire and my orgasm was brewing almost out of control. I slowed my pace and fucked her with slow strokes. Michelle reached up and took the dildo from Kimberly, I wondered what she had in mind. I didn't have to wait long to see as she moved her hand from her pussy and placed the dildo against the entrance to her sex.
She put the huge toy and her pussy lips spread to accommodate it. She had it inside her and was fucking herself with quick strokes as I continued to work on her ass. She came again and again, her eyes rolling back in her head and her free hand squeezing her tits hard. Kimberly came over and kissed me.
"Enjoying yourself," she asked.
I nodded my agreement. "Gonna cum soon though."
Michelle stopped moaning long enough to look at me. "Not yet mister, we have one more surprise for you." She took the dildo from her pussy and pushed me away from her and out of her ass. She moved onto the floor and took me into her mouth again, sucking off her ass juices in a move that would have left me speechless if I wasn't speechless already.
She took my cock from her mouth and Kimberly took my hand and pulled me onto the bed again. She lay on her side with me behind her in a spoon. She held my cock and slithered down onto it. Her pussy was so tight, it felt like a vice after being in Michelle. We began to fuck hard, her ass banging into my hips with each thrust. Michelle crawled onto the bed between our legs and began to lick at our conjoined parts; licking at my shaft and my balls and then at Kimberly's pussy. It was an amazing in thought, feeling and action. I felt my orgasm straining and I told them so.
"Go ahead," Michelle said. "Cum in her pussy."
I had never cum in Kimberly's pussy, I didn't even think she was on birth control. I asked Kimberly if it was ok to do what Michelle had said.
"Absolutely, this is part of your surprise."
I didn't need any more encouragement, and in a few more thrusts I felt myself reach the point of no return. Michelle began to massage my balls and the feeling was too much – I let loose. Cum shot from my cock into Kimberly's pussy in huge jets, I have never cum so hard in my life. Again and again my cock shook with pleasure, my orgasm seemed to last forever. I held Kimberly tight and pushed into her as deep as I could as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body.
I was totally spent and fell back against the bed, my cock slipping from Kimberly's pussy. What happened next was straight out of a porno and is hands down the best experience of my life. After my cock slipped from Kimberly, she moved onto her back and Michelle took up a place between her legs. I could see my cum starting to drip out of Kimberly and Michelle began to lick her pussy, scooping up my seed with her tongue. She put her mouth fully onto Kimberly's cunt and stuck her tongue deep inside. She withdrew her tongue and it was covered with my sperm.
Again and again she licked at Kimberly's pussy, coming up with globs of sperm on her tongue each time. When she was sure she had gotten all that was going to come out of her, she moved up between Kimberly's legs to her mouth. They kissed deeply, swapping spit and sperm as their tongues entwined.
I sat there, flabbergasted. Never in my life had I seen such an erotic display. Even though I had just shot the load to end all loads my cock stayed rock hard. They broke their kiss and Kimberly moved over to me. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked our combined juices off of my pole. Michelle came over and kissed me as she had done to her roommate. My cock was responding to their advances nicely and Michelle asked me if I had another load. I said that I did and she told me that she loved to have her tits fucked.
I didn't know it was possible, but the thought of fucking her amazing tits made me even harder than I had been before I came. Kimberly took me out of her mouth and Michelle lay back on the bed. I moved over her and put my cock between her giant tits. She pushed them together as I tity fucked this Irish beauty. It wasn't long before I felt another orgasm building within me and with nothing holding me back, I started shooting. Jets of hot cum shot from my cock all over Michelle's tits – a couple of large jets escaped and landed on her chin in big globs.
Michelle released my cock from her tits and Kimberly moved in, licking the cum from my cock and from Michelle's tits - she saved the load on Michelle's mouth for last. She licked Michelle's face clean and then held her mouth open above Michelle's. Cum dripped from her mouth into Michelle's before they again kissed.
The rest of the weekend was just as amazing, with us fucking and sucking each other in every way we could think of. We fucked on the couch, in the shower and every place else we happened to be when the feeling took us. I came in Michelle's ass and in her pussy and got to watch Kimberly lick her clean just as she had had done to her. When the weekend was over my cock was so sore from use I could barely piss – but oh was it worth it! | literotica |
Title: The Changing Dream by Joshuea
Tags: Anthropomorphic, Black Wolf, Half-Wolf, Humanoid, Morphing, Plot Development, Series, Werewolf, Wolf
"Run faster, RUN FASTER!" Joshua told himself. He was running as fast as he could, trying to outrun the great feral wolf that was chasing him. Although he was running as hard as his legs would carry him the gravel road beneath him only allowed him to propel himself but so fast, and with every step the wolf got closer and closer. Afraid to look behind him each step he took he found himself cringing waiting to feel the bite of the wolf. Unable to resist a quick glance he finally peeked over his shoulder to see the wolf's mouth open with gums rolled back about to make the inevitable bite on him. He felt the breath on the back of his leg and just as the wolf's fangs began to sink into his leg, his eyes flew open and he was once again sitting in his bed, cold sweat pouring from his skin.
"Ah... That same dream again." he muttered to himself as he turned to silence his alarm clock. This was but another restless night to be chalked up thanks to the wolf in his nightmares. This wolf had now plagued his dream so many times that he had lost count long ago and no longer cared about the number.
After silencing his alarm clock Joshua threw the covers that remained on his bed from his thrashing off to the floor. As he was gathering up his now sweat drenched sheets he couldn't resist a glance at the calendar that hung there above his nightstand where his alarm clock lay. There displayed for the month of November was a proud black wolf. As he turned his gaze from the picture of the calendar all around his eyes were bombarded with more photos and images of wolves. Wolves had always been his favorite animal for as long as he could remember. There beauty, grace, capability to stand alone or with a pack, and they loved the night, as did he. This worked in the favor of Joshua for he worked as a night guard at the local prison and was on one of the night shifts there, so he got to see a lot of nighttime.
He decided he had gazed at his pictures for long enough and decided to get his shower and continue on about his day. He places his sheets in a pile on his bed while he steps into his closet and grabs his bathrobe dawning it before stepping out of his bedroom. It was often colder in the rest of the house that Joshua lived in than it was in his bedroom so he often grabbed his bathrobe even if only leaving his small sanctuary but for a moment. Robe now on he gathers back together his sheets to take them to the laundry room to start there washing while he got his shower. After getting his sheets started washing Joshua walks back to the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom and into its dark embrace. As he enters he turns the light on and begins to take off his bathrobe reminded just why he likes animals so much, they actually have more hair than he does. He was your average 6'3" white male. Brown hair, brown eyes, and 5 o'clock shadow. But what was unusual about him is what normally remained hidden by his clothes. He was covered in hair from head to toe. He often blamed his love of animals on his "kindred" appearance he shared with them.
He decided he had revolted himself long enough and went on about getting his shower. After washing off the sweat that hat drenched him the night before, he dried himself off and quickly slipped across the hallway into his bedroom. He quickly found the clothing he was going to wear that day and decided to go on about the rest of his day, or evening rather, considering it was 2 o'clock in the evening.
It happened to be his day off this day today and he had decided to make a trip down to the mall and hang out for the day. Before he left he decided to relocate his sheets from the clothes washer to the drier so they would be waiting for him when he got home that evening. When he got home later that night he decided to get another shower and just call it a night. He walked into his laundry room and carried his sheets back to his bed dropping them into a pile until he had gotten his shower. After completing his shower he walked back into his room and quickly made his bed to start another pointless attempt at a decent night sleep. He finished making up his bed and pulled the sheets back and slipped into their cool embrace. Just before slipping into his slumber he thought to himself "They say the only way to conquer your fears is to face them. Well tonight I'm facing that wolf that prowls my dreams."
He relaxed, with a determined mind of conquering this fear, and slipped off into slumber. Unaware of how much or how little time had passed, he found himself once again standing on a gravel road staring into the eyes of a large black and white wolf with nothing between them but air and tension so heavy it was weighing down on Joshua's shoulders. The wolf didn't move a muscle, Joshua felt as though the wolf was staring into his literal soul. Unable to take the pressure of the staring contest between himself and the wolf he turned to start running away, as usual, provoking the wolf into pursuit him. After making it a few steps he had a jolt of memory come back to him, he was supposed to face this wolf. He attempted to spin around to face the wolf on one foot but found the wolf was already much closer than he had anticipated. Seeing its target turning to face it the wolf lunged at Joshua with its front paws hitting him square in the chest knocking him flat of his back.
It happened so fast that Joshua barely had time to grasp what had just happened but one thing he did know was standing straddle of his chest was the large wolf staring down into his eyes. He felt himself want to fight back and try to throw the wolf off of him but he found himself lost in the eyes of this beautiful animal. Knowing that he was now at the mercy of the wolf he brought his arms up and try to at least protect his face and as he did so he felt a sharp pain in his right arm as the wolf sunk its fangs deep into his arm. He felt the pain surge through his body and jerked up sitting in his bed once again. He felt of his arm expecting to feel blood pouring from it but felt nothing just hair, skin, and strangely still the pain of the bite.
"This is to weird." he told himself as he got up placing his bathrobe on again, he went to his bathroom to try to run water over his arm in an attempt that it would soothe the pulsing pain. As entered the bathroom he turned the light on and standing there where his reflection should have been was some sort of wolf man staring back at him. Startled by what was looking back at him in the mirror he stumbled back into the wall suddenly out of breath. He slowly decided to take a second look into the mirror to confirm what he thought he saw. And there in the mirror was that same wolf face that was there when he had turned on the light. It wasn't so much of a werewolf face but more like a gentle cross between his previous human face and the face of a wolf. He looked down at his arms to see that what was just dark hair has been replaced with literal fur. He slowly took his bathrobe off to see that he was now two toned in fur. His stomach and chest were now covered in a sheen white fur, as he looks back up at the mirror he notices the white fur runs up the front of his throat and to the tip of his now wolven muzzle. He also notices as he looks into the mirror that his brown hair has now become part of his fur and has changed black and sticking up out of this tuft of fur is two black ears lined in white. As for the rest of his fur he was as black as the midnight, except for, where did that tail come from? He looks behind himself and sees a large black tail tipped with white hanging behind him like a large, furry, limp noodle. As he turns back around he notices his normal five toed feet have now changed into a four toed paw and his ankle was higher off the ground than it had been when he had his human foot. If he had still had his normal feet he would have been standing on the ball of his foot although he felt perfectly balanced and comfortable. He looked at his hands and they too had changed. The palms of his hands now had pads just as a wolf's front feet did and also just as his now *very* closely related wolf counterpart his fingernails had been replaced with claws.
It was all too much for him to take and he ran outside thinking and hoping he was still dreaming or hallucinating or something, *anything!* As he stepped out of his front door he was met with another whole new world of things to take in. He could hear what seemed like everything, every rustle in the grass, every snap of twigs, even the wind itself now played a melodious tune in his head. He could also smell all sorts of new and unusual odors in the air that while he may have been able to slightly detect before were now each and everyone noticeable and distinct. Even his skin had become more responsive for as the breeze whisked through his fur it sent a chill to his bone and he felt like he could feel every strand of fur move in rhythm with the wind. It was at this point it also occurred to him he had ran out of his home with just his underwear on and he was not cold, and seeing as it was still dark it did not bother him at the moment. In that instant he had went from panicking to a more relaxed state. In the midst of hearing more than he ever had, smelling new scents had never smelled, and being outside in his underwear he felt strangely calm and happy. Then he felt something he had never felt before. His tail had also reacted to the sudden change in his mood and had slowly begun to twitch itself back and forth. As it did he found it slightly amusing which made it start to wag even larger. He then took a couple steps off of his front porch and felt the cool grass mash down under his pawed foot and was met with light of the moon shining down on him, he had always enjoyed looking at the night sky but now it was something truly amazingly beautiful. That giant light in the sky that provided none of its own light, an empty reflective shell, still gave him a peace that he could not to have begun to explain. He just collapsed into the grass and sat staring at the moon almost feeling entranced by its beauty. Everything that had just happened to him suddenly didn't matter, all of his cares drifted as far away as that shining moon that was encompassing his vision.
After what could have been an eternity as far as he was concerned, he broke his stare from the moon and got to his feet deciding he needed to get some sleep before he had to head to work that night. Now exhausted from all that had just happened, as he walked back into his bedroom he looked at the clock only to realize that he had only been asleep for about an hour when all of the night's events had perspired. Too tired to worry about what was to face him tomorrow he fell on his bed and was almost instantly asleep to sleep the most peaceful sleep that he had could remember.
To be continued... | FSE |
Title: The Simple Things. Chapter Six. by Roofles
Tags: Chocolate Labrador, Human, M/M, Plot Development
The Simple Things
Chapter Six
By Roofles
I woke up with dog breath in my face. That was a first. Humid gusts of morning breath smelling of kibble 'n bits. With warm fuzzy arms and the naked torso of a dog, still, even in his sleep, grinding against me. Full Frontal nudity was more subtle than this chocolate Labrador was being at this second in time. It wasn't even noon yet.
I was only fully aware of how close Richard was when I opened my eyes. His large black nose was nearly touching my own, I could feel the dampness of it. His muzzle was open, if only slightly, and that breath was lazily drifting out over his still smiling black lips. That pink tongue was poking out between his teeth and with it a tendril of drool that oozed down it's length and onto the pillow we were sharing. Which brought two things to mind.
How uncomfortably close Richard was, snoozing away (naked no less). And the fact I was still sticky.
The bed was warm and stunk of our bodies and the aftermath of last night. The warm sheets felt like anacondas tied around me as I tried to wrestle them off, while trying my damndest not to wake the dog; half afraid he'd be up for round two. Our combined weight had sunk the center of the bed forming a sort of ditch for our two bodies to be stuck in. And Richard, with his clinging neediness, was making this all the harder as I tried to escape the man trap that was this bed. And him.
So in the end, within the minute that passed by, I gave up. Just savored and enjoy the warm feel of the dog with me and closed my eyes trying to ignore the breath still panting in my face. All I could hear was that heavy ragged breath of a dog snoozing away as if it were just a sunny afternoon.
His groin was pressed, firmly, against my own bare naked flesh and I felt rather overwhelmed by the size of it filling not only his groin but my own as he pressed it firmly against me once more. And I was sure he was still leaking. That warm ooze smearing on my thigh as he rolled his hips back and forth against me.
A part of me feared this hadn't happened; that it was just another lust induced fantasy. And the other part of me honestly soon regretted that it in fact had thought such things. Of the very implications behind what had accord between the two of us, and the thickness I felt rubbing against my thigh was only the daunting proof of it (not counting my sore behind).
Not that I had done it with Richard. I wouldn't regret something like that, him being a dog was a first I'd have to admit. But a coworker, again. And the fact if this became public my career as a statistical annalist and date reconfiguration and data input specialist would come to an end. It took me months to remember that title! I didn't have it in me to remember a new one.
Thoughts plagued me like horse flies biting whenever I tried to shoo them away. These thoughts only grew worse as Richard rubbed against me once more closing in the already sparse space between us. His body...felt good against me. Warm, furry, strong man body that was. It was hard to resist just snuggling up against him, he was just so inviting. So I didn't even try too.
Richard took a slow, deep, labored breath as I rested my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beat through that thick fluffy brown fur. And though I would worry about "real life" matters later today, I enjoyed living in this moment. My arm snuck around his back and hugged him. I got a wag for that. My fingers gripped the fur on his back tightly, feeling the thickness of his hide. And I found myself the one to let out a shaking breath against him. That made his fur stand up a bit. He really just felt so damn good in my arms. It had been a while since I had such a man with me before, let alone to be snuggling in the morning hours with. And spooning.
Toes rubbing against my feet before gliding up my lower leg and back down. Using the sole under pads to press down on and massage my bare flesh where they could reach. The warmth and pressure of those paw pads eased my doubts and worries and I enjoyed it even when he wrapped a leg around me.
The chocolate Labrador moved then, slowly at first as he adjusted his positioning. And then rolled over on top of me in a single smooth motion smothering me under him. Richard wasn't much bigger than I was but the heavy mutt seemed to have gain a hundred pounds. So I did the only logical thing.
I kicked him off the bed.
Richard let out a startled yelp and clung the blankets, pulling them with him, as he toppled off the bed and onto the ground. The mess laid on the ground as the crumbled pile of blankets; before a spot amongst the covers perked up and the sheets slipped off a rather annoyed looking chocolate lab face.
"Of course, you know this means war." Richard said looking at me without a trace of amusement on his face. That was until he grabbed my leg and with a twisted grin began tickling mercilessly. I didn't think dull blunt dog nails could manage such a task so effortlessly.
So of course I kicked out as I tried to pull away as he tormented me so. He only seemed to enjoy my struggles, assuring me over my nearly crying laughter that my attempts were "futile" and I should "give in to his demands." Richard was enjoying this far more than I.
"What!" I gasp trying not to kick him in the face, thankfully I missed though. Didn't stop me from trying again. "Demands?"
"First," Richard said giving a toothy grin, gripping my ankle and pulling it roughly and dragging me nearly a good half foot closer. His muzzle could easily dip down and into my groin if he so chose. "A good morning would be nice." The tip of his tongue poked out between his teeth as his tail wagged. I hit him with the drool stained pillow. He didn't let go. "Fine, fine!" Richard gave in letting go as I raised the pillow for round two; though afterward I wondered why I had resisted such a thing. Maybe the idea of having myself...burying my bone into a fanged muzzle was too unnerving for me.
Richard backed off a bit raising his hands in defeat. Of course this was only to let my guard down as he pounced. I didn't realize how...playful he was. Now that the boundary between us had been...forcibly penetrated.
Richard might've not been much bigger than I was but he was stronger. Pinning my arms above my head, grinning down in front of my face, as he straddled my hips, the dumb dog wagged his tail happily in victory. His fatty sack hung over my groin and the dog didn't even seem to notice, or care, that we were both naked.
And holding my arms down, he bent over and with parted lips kissed me good morning. "Mornin', sug." He drolled in a thick southern voice that made me flush like a horny milk maid. "'Ope, you had fun times last ni'," he continued and I gave a weak struggle in turn. His tail wagged and his face soften as he looked over my face to make sure I wasn't in pain and that I didn't mind being pinned down by the far more dominate male; my groin being tea bagged by him as he rapped my face with his. I didn't mind much... It was nice of him to care. "You pr'tty purty for a cream puff."
And I had to crack a smile at that. "A cream puff?"
"White, doughie and filled with cream." Richard returned with a grin he poked my belly.
"Asswipe." I replied tactfully.
"What?" He gasped in feign offense, placing a hand paw on his chest. "Moi?" Then he scowled as if offended. "Just because I'm a brown dog doesn't mean..." But he couldn't even finish it as he gave another smirk and a laugh; nosing down at me and kissing my ear with a slurping lick. His whole body hugging me before I managed to roll him over onto his side and off of me, the fat dog.
He rested with his face on the bed, just laying on one cheek, and looking over at me with those big uncooked brownie eyes and a smile on his thin black lips. He was perfectly content, happy in this moment and I didn't want to rain on his parade - though the idea of bursting his, metaphorical, bubble was appealing.
Though I was afraid Richard might be taking this whole thing more than what it was. It was hard to tell with the touchy feeling canine-sapian. From friendly gestures, to more than friendly to even more friendly. I wasn't sure what he thought of us or this or how things were going to turn out.
And so, as we headed down to get breakfast, I asked him.
"Hm?" Was the fish hook eyebrow, tilt of the head confused, bewildered expression he gave me as I asked. "What do you mean?" Richard had that naïve almost childlike look to his face as if he didn't even understand the question I had asked.
"Us. As in the whole," and I used a sausage and a bagel from the morning buffet to demonstrate. My rear still hurt just even making the gesture. I'd be walking funny for a week at least. Oh sure Richard was big but having a cork knot shoved up your plumping was another story all together. I ain't no virgin nun nor am I a slutty bastard that shoves tennis balls up there; so this was both a familiar and new...rump for me.
Richard seemed to take pride in the fact I was walking as if I had ridden a horse bare back (and I mean without a saddle, the feral kind...sicko). I told him to just shut up about. He replied with a naïve "what?" Looking aghast at the very comment as if he were some kind of saint...bernard or something. So I knew, now, he was lying his fuzzy tail off.
"Well usually when a daddy and daddy love each other, little Richard." I said in a mocking tone, as a parent would to basically scold their stupid child for being stupid. "They like to play with their special places. Afterward however," and I made a sad face. "Things can get complicated." And with a nod, still using the condescending voice, I finished with a shrug and a shake of my head.
And, just as Richard would, he replied right afterward with a simple word. "Why?" Like a child who never stopped asking questions. I wanted to pound my face against the table before us and my fist against his face. As well as laugh at the childish tone he used, playing off my remark with a capital T.
The chocolate lab had cocked his head to the other side, still with the fish hook in his eyebrow. His tail wagged and he did well to hide the smile trying to escape. He raised his hands up before I could start again however.
"I'm just having fun with you," Richard said I assume applying in more ways than one as he would.
"That's what you said last night." I countered pointing my fork at me.
Richard shook his head almost gentleman like. "I'm not forking you." At my frown from this he countered with something else. "No, your right. I think my exact words were," gripping the table he closed his eyes bowing down and made several crude, grunting, groaning and moaning sounds rather loudly in the not so empty room. "Don't stop, ah! Yeah. Take it like that. Oh, Alexander." He added just to flavor things up. I, of course, was flushing at this point and trying to hide my face from those looking at us.
"I hate you." Was all I could really say on the matter. "I seriously, honestly hate you." And I heard the all too familiar thump of a tail wagging against a chair.
The chocolate Labrador just smiled that soft natural smile, he made it look so easy and effortlessly to be so...genuine. One of his hands played with a fork, the other rested near where I had left mine on the table. And the dog brushed a hind paw against my leg as he watched me with those soft uncooked brownie dough eyes.
I couldn't match his smile or meet his eyes so took a cue from him and used my fork as an excuse to hold my attention rather than to look at him. Playing with it with both hands and rubbing the cool steel between my fingers. Richard was the first to break the awkward tension forming in the air around us as I did all I could to delay this conversation.
"You don't regret it do you?" He asked as if wondering about my opinion on the weather we were having and rather on something far different and more serious. His words only increased the awkwardness between us.
"Yeah." I replied but ended up coughing half way and clearing my throat after as my voice seemed to have become lost halfway through the word. A single word that made my tongue feel like led. So I gave, an even weaker, nod in turn.
"Ok," Richard nodded back and gave a half wag of his tail and a half smile. Those floppy ears drooped and his eyes became downcast, as if, like myself, engrossed in curiosity about the silverware we had. I was too aware of the fact he had withdrawn his other hand, if only slightly, away from my own.
So I began about something else. A cheery topic that we could banter back and forth about as we got breakfast and enjoyed what little time we had before work. It went well and things were far more relaxed but Richard didn't have the gusto he once had. Like letting the air out of a balloon, he just deflated and gave half ass replies by the end of it. And by the time we were going to work I felt a rather large pit in my stomach forming as I used him, my only friend here.
I might've been thinking too much about it but even so we parted ways as we came inside the office I was becoming far too intimate with. It was a weak goodbye and I made sure to say I'd see him later. Richard gave a weak smile and a wave before heading off, I was sure to go sniff out some more donuts.
Mr. Gold was waiting for us and quickly dismissed Richard to do some menial task I hadn't even heard about before, even before he could manage to reach the breakroom; shooing him off like an annoying gnat. I wanted to chew Mr. Gold's tail off for that but knew it was only because, I myself, was feeling bad about what had happened between us. I'd apologize later today about it and was sure I was just reading too far into things.
"It is good to see you this morning, Mr. Wright!" The lion boomed in that domineering voice that shook the very cubicles next to us. He once more threw his arms high into the air before slapping them, painfully so, onto my shoulders. I felt my knees wanting to buckle once more. Even with a very noticeable wince of pain the lion didn't even let go as if not even aware he had caused it. I could see a grin forming under those jowls though. "How did you sleep?" He inquired with fake interests; something Richard had never shown me before. The dog had actually held onto my every word, and even apart from him for a couple of minutes was becoming hard.
"The room provided is above my expectations." I replied formally, and truthfully, offering what little smile I could in turn my thoughts clearly elsewhere.
One paw disappeared from a shoulder and the other arm snaked around before nearly squeezing me under his armpit, guiding me as if I was an old frat buddy he hadn't seen in forever, down between the cubicles and towards the conference room. "I am glad! Glad that it is to your liking." Mr. Gold droned on about how the room was his idea and the hotel was picked on his recommendation. I swear he just loved hearing himself speak. Or take credit for things. No wonder why he was able to become boss of this branch, only greasy worms had enough gull to run a business like this.
As we headed down between cubicles and the side offices I looked past the massive form that was Mr. Gold and tried to see the chocolate Labrador that escaped to some unknown place on this floor. My first thought was to break away from the lion and go look in the break room for him; but shook my head on the matter trying to reassure myself I would just apologize later. I felt the pit in my gut grow larger as I caught no sight or tail of the dog and found myself being dragged, practically, into the central office on the other side. And away from his once warm embrace.
The massive office was decorated primarily by the single large table within the very middle of the room; it took up a good three-fifths of the room. It was long and stretched from nearly one side to the other. It was some rich kind of oak and polished until you could see your face in it. It was surrounded by different sized chairs, I assume for different species. Massive windows were directly across from the door, overlooking the city. A place one could stand an observe the ants crawling around on the ground below. Some plants had been set up to try to add some life to this place but the very air within made me think of some desolated bad lands. Empty, lifeless, dry air.
At first I figured I was going to be some kind of main course to their breakfast, slathered and roasted with an apple in my mouth. Though the idea of just being butt naked in front of them were far more frightening, like going to school in just your underwear kind of fear. These thoughts all but vanished as I saw the three people on the other side of the table. Two older males and a female that would've made a perfect librarian.
Her hair was up in a neat bun and thin rimmed glasses rested on the very edge of her nose. She wore a tight suit and though she might've been a looker back before the second world war, time had taken a cruel turn reducing her to what she was now. White, waxy ghastly pale white skin that was stretched on high cheek bones and pulled back as if she had a face lift. She was nearly a twig and the neat bun on her head was far too brown; possibly a wig or a bad dye job. Either way I didn't dare ask as Mr. Gold introduced us.
"Ms. Parkeson," The lion introduced her first making me aware of her standings. He all but ignored the two old farts next to her; each looking as if they were about to croak any second now. For a half second I thought he made a bad Parkinson joke before it dawned on me that was her actual name. "This is the man I told you about the other day, Mr. Wright, from the central office." Mr. Gold gave a very large, a bit frightening, smile at this. She didn't even bat an eye. For an old granny she had some balls, I'll give her credit for that. Even I took a step back from the lion.
"Who wasn't at the corporate meeting yesterday." She said with nigh vehemence to her voice as if this was a great insult. Her voice was soft and held a high sense of dignity to it. It sounded more like she was reprimanding me about an overdue book than about missing some meeting and even more offended for it. "This has been noted." She added, making a sharp check on the folder in front of her. Both me and Mr. Gold winced at the sharp pen stroke that should've sliced the paper in two. Possibly even the desk.
Not only was I feeling bad about how I left things with Richard but now I felt even worse for making Mr. Gold have to deal with this she-devil by himself. No wonder why he was pushing this issue so much. If a corporate head, I assume her to be, was here this was indeed a bigger issue than I had even feared. And everyone was feeling the pressure of her visit.
"My apologies," I spoke up trying to draw some focus away from my would be boss (at least for the next few weeks). "I was prepping my would-be replacement on some of the new central policies that had been implemented the past few weeks. As well as going over the data sheets and reviewing the source of the issue that resulted in this mess." I wish I chose my words better but it was the best way to describe how neglect and disorganization had left the Western branch in a state of near bankruptcy. Not that far gone just the quota wasn't being met at the end of the day. And in the end that's all Central cared about. They don't even really care about the cause of it just so long as the quota gets met.
Most the time this is done by firing people randomly, blaming it on someone or some department and just bringing in new bodies in the thought it was the people to blame rather than the system itself. It was an ignorant way of thinking that only someone high above the rest would come to the conclusion too. When all you see is the ending numbers you don't care how you got to them.
"Yes," she adjusted her glasses with one hand and stared at me with dull sunken eyes. I shivered. Then she blinked and looked back down at the file in front of her. "A Mr. Richpaw, was it?" She asked more on the name itself than if he was indeed the replacement I had mention. I saw the corner of her mouth curl into a smile that would put Qualia De Vil to shame. Apparently the names a canine-sapien had was amusing. Be it the fact it had paw in it or the notion that he could be "rich" I wasn't sure nor did I ask. "How is...he," she used the word far too loosely for my taste. "Coming along?"
"He is already familiar with most of the the new protocols as well as familiar with the Section E and D of the Geeko report." Geeko was a loose term we used for the central filing system at Central. She was familiar with it but from the corner of my eye I could see the confusion on Mr. Gold's face. He still smiled and gave a nearly flawless appearance he was keeping up. "I believe by the time I leave, Mr. Richpaw will be a superb data configuration rep."
She frowned at this. And without even looking made another note on the file. Then her pen scrolled along the paper underneath the mark, writing a report and her opinion on it, with such perfect finesse that it would put an old English novelist to shame. She really needed to get laid.
At the thought I winced, squeezing my rear and feeling a familiar sharp pain from it. I grimaced and tried to play it off as a smile. Richard plays too ruff. Even in a middle of an important meeting like this all I could think about was that dumb chocolate Labrador.
The rest of the meeting was more Q and A that was interrupted only by a "courtesy" platter provided by Mr. Gold. The three didn't seem to find this to be amusing nor a necessary thing. When you don't eat, drink or breathe you didn't need normal sustenance I figured.
Apparently it was customary with animal-sapien offices to have breaks during meetings to have a snack. Not that it was unheard of but when someone brings in pork flanks and leg of lamb there was a difference between snacking and meal. It was a disgusting sight to watch as Mr. Gold and his two companions, the timber wolf and bear from before, had their meal.
The two were much like the older gentleman with Ms. Parkeson. They didn't say much more than be nodding yes men for the other who acted like a mouth piece for them. I couldn't imagine how the brown-nosers got to the seat where they were at now... It was a sad, pitiful sight and made me sick.
My only real job from then on was to make Mr. Gold look good and though I wouldn't be his yes man, much to his chagrin, I was able to apply my own outlook on the matter. And things rolled on nicely enough. I think I spoke too much of my own mind as I was soon dismissed, an hour or so later that was, by the very lion who had forced me to come along.
"If there is nothing else," Mr. Gold said abruptly standing. "I think Mr. Wright should be getting back to his duties. Lots of work to be done, things to be filed, replacement to be taught." He joked with a booming laugh but the paw on my back had its nails extended and I was sure Mr. Gold would've loved to just accompany me out and away from the rest of the corporate visit. That or he was trying to shove his paw up my caboose and use me as a puppet like the other two were for him.
I was more than happy to leave by myself though I was told to be seen out at least to make it look good for Mr. Gold in front of the corporate head.
It was the timber wolf, Mr. Tundra, that showed me out. The wolf didn't seem to be as annoyed by this than I figured he would be. I was however from the crude grin on his scruffy muzzle.
"Hah," he barked keeping a hand on my shoulder. "Leave them to deal with that bitch." I was sure he was using the politically correct term for her, given his position. "We can at least get out and have a little fun." There was something to that last part I wasn't sure about, I figured I was hearing things. Or reading into the matter.
"Yeah." I half-chuckled in reply unsure what else to say on the matter and feeling dumb for it.
We walked a bit further out before taking an sharp right and heading towards the much larger office rooms on the far side. The main floor was taken up by cubicles, one side held the main conference room and then there were two sets of office rooms. On the left side were the smaller ones used for, basically, storage. This is where I and Richard was forced to hold up. On the other side, the right side, was three decent sized offices. One larger than the next and one larger than the other two; I could only figure it was the ranking system and thus Mr. Gold held the largest office.
Mr. Tundra was a decently built man. He was covered in a thick coat of a dark gray, almost blue, fur with stripes of black separating the white furry underside. It was as if a child had outlined the separate color sections from one another. Though his fur was thick it wasn't clean nor smooth like Richard's was and had a far more...scruffy exterior to it. Far more...wild dog than domestic dog that Richard was. I could even smell his musk from where I was standing.
"You have fun with Richard last night?" He gave a toothy one sided grin, one large fang rubbing his bottom lip. I wasn't sure what he was implying nor let anything slip as we continued walking I hoped and figured towards the break room somewhat next to the offices.
"We worked mostly. So if that's what you find fun." I replied with a shrug wondering why he was steering us towards the smallest of the three offices, and presumably, his own.
"I bet you guys had a hard night. Bent over the desk cramming your heads together to get the work done." Things took a far more crude turn as there was a change of tone in his voice and a bit of a deeper than normal growl.
"I should get back to my work." I tried to squeeze past but an arm cut me off and the door shut behind him, nearly on his own tail.
"No rush, little lamb." He growled softly letting it vibrate out his neck and over his dull gray lips. A finger traced under my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his. It was then that I realized the look in those eyes. The one that I had seen the first time I was introduced to the canine. A look a hungry wolf would give a stray sheep.
"I think you have the wrong idea." I started off putting my foot down right away though trying to keep it lighthearted in case it wasn't as I thought it was. Or feared.
"Now now," he grinned some more that one sided sneer of dark amusement. He tapped his nose once with a finger. "I can smell it." And he took a step forward so I in turn took a step back. "When I first read over your file I thought you were just another paper pushing dweeb." I frowned at that but he opened his arms and shook his head. "And then you go an get all buddy buddy with our little Richy." He teased at the name. "I get it," he shrugged once more. "You wanted to play with a mutt." Then leaned a bit closer. "You should be playing with," he puffed up his chest a bit. "A real canine." And a tongue snaked out to lick over his exposed fangs.
"Look, Mr. Tundra." I began raising a hand to stop his advance and bumped the desk behind me.
"Call me Roger, we're buddies aren't we?" He offered with excitement in his eyes. Eyes that slowly ran down over me and back up.
"Roger," I said if only to get his attention. "You're mistaken."
Then he tilted his head back an barked a single laugh. A hand unbuttoned his shirt one by one, skillfully so with those dull blunt claws. "I can smell him on you, you know." He sneered a bit as if insulted but it twisted back once more into an amused grin. "Most can't but a canine can, at least, smell where another canine has been."
And the large male took a step forward pressing his very groin at me and I moved back, bumping into the desk behind me once more. I wanted to say something but a muzzle clamped itself around my lips pressing a tongue forcibly inside and swirling it around quickly, stealing my would be retory away with it. A slurping suck and a loud swallow made the wolf growl as he shoved me back up onto the desk, grabbing my legs and pressing against me. Clawing at my sides to force my shirt up and gripping my back as that muzzle came at me once more.
So I pushed back away and nearly fell off the desk. In my surprised I ended up grabbing Mr. Tundra's head and roughly pulling it against me, and from the position I was in, ended up planting that muzzle, snout first, into my groin.
To say the least I was surprised. Not as much as Mr. Tundra was. Both of us stayed there far longer than either planned before I let go and promptly fell off the desk. My legs still hung off the edge of it as the chair half caught my fall. With a bump on my head I managed to get up, rubbing at it fiercely with slight tears in my eyes.
"I got to get back to work." I said sharper than I intended and didn't even care at this point.
With a snort, a lick over his nose the wolf didn't stop me but gave me an even cruder grin with a "being seeing you later." And with another shiver I shut the door, adjusted and fixed myself up (ignoring the doe who was watching me the whole time) and quickly made my way back to my office. Our office I should say, and where Richard was. Hoping my dishevel appearance wouldn't be questioned before I could explain.
"Hey," I greeted him friendly enough looking over my shoulder and shutting the door behind me. With a half laugh I started telling him what happened, "you wouldn't believe it." I said getting only halfway through before Richard excused him self with a courtly "got work to do."
It was far sharper than I had ever heard from him and the downcast dog quickly made his way out, shoving past me and with a bowed head headed off to do whatever it is dogs do when they are blue.
"Well fuck," I sighed and ended up resting my head onto the desk, leaving it at that as I watched the clock on the wall tick by wondering what had gone wrong. | FSE |
Title: Friends: Shower Surprise
Tags: ross watched, monica standing, monica breasts, ross knew, held rachel, face ross, smiled ross, clit monica, shower surprise, monica hands
**Friends: Deleted Scenes - Shower Surprise**
Monica and Rachel were lying together, naked in Rachel's bed after a morning of lovemaking. Monica rested her head on Rachel's shoulder. Her fingertips brushed her roommate's breast, as Rachel stroked her hair. Monica broke the silence.
"You know, we have to find some way to tell Ross about us," she said softly.
Rachel was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I know. But after what Carol did to him, I'm afraid he'll freak out and break up with me. There has to be some way of telling him what you and I mean to each other, without him getting all jealous and freaked about it."
"Yeah, somehow," Monica replied, thoughtfully. Then she raised up on an elbow and looked at Rachel. "Maybe... maybe he needs to SEE us, you know... together... but in a non-threatening way."
"Oh, I think I know how we can do this," Rachel said excitedly. She filled in Monica on her idea.
A few evenings later, Ross knocked and poked his head in their door. Rachel was standing in the kitchen in her bathrobe.
"Hi, sweetie," she smiled, going to him. "I'm so glad you could come over."
"Me, too," he gushed, kissing her. "So, what is it that you wanted."
"I've planned a surprise for you. You know how you like watching me undress for you, before we make love?" Her finger traced circles on his chest.
"Uh, oh yeah!"
"Well, I'm already naked under my robe, and I was going to take a shower, so..." Rachel cleared her throat, staring at Ross' lips, before she kissed him. "I thought maybe you'd like to watch... me, naked... water running down my body, and..."
"Um, OKAY!" he said quickly. Rachel giggled at him.
Some days, Ross still couldn't believe that Rachel Green was his girlfriend. AND that he'd had sex with her. 78 times so far, by his count. Knowing where this could lead, why would he be so stupid to pass up the opportunity?
She led him to the bathroom. The water was already running in the shower-tub and the curtain was closed. Rachel dropped her robe, revealing her nude body. On tip-toes, she kissed him seductively. He felt her silky skin. Then she turned and pushed aside the shower curtain.
Ross saw his sister standing in the tub, water running over her.
"Omigod, Monica," he said, looking away, then reaching for the door knob. "We're sorry. I guess Rach didn't know you were in here. We'll go now."
"No, no, sweetie," Rachel said, stopping him. "She's supposed to be here."
"What?" Ross asked, confused.
"Well... honey... when Carol left you for Susan, well... that was wrong. But that doesn't always happen. I love you very much. And you need to know that nothing will ever come between us."
Ross was beginning to get a hint of what she was saying. "But... so you mean..."
He looked at Monica, naked, then quickly averted his eyes again. Monica smiled to herself.
Rachel went on. "Monica and I have a closer relationship than I've ever had with anyone but you. And that can be a beautiful thing. We wanted you to know about us, and we wanted you to know that what you and I have..." She kissed him again, and he returned her kiss hesitantly. "...will never be hurt by what Monica and I have. So I thought that the best way would be for you to see us together, and see how wonderful that can be."
Monica stepped out of the shower and left little wet footprints on the floor as she went to them.
"Ross, I never want to come between you and Rachel," she said, looking into his eyes. "But you need to know that this is real." She smiled at Rachel and caressed her naked shoulder. "As real as you and Rachel. And it isn't going away." She gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "Please be okay with this," she requested.
"Um," Ross said, looking at the two naked women standing in front of him, "I guess I could be."
He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was curious about what the girls had planned to show him. They both smiled and kissed him, one on each cheek. Monica hopped back into the tub. Ross sat down on the lowered toilet lid. Rachel lingered and rubbed his chest, tracing her hand down to his crotch.
"I want you to enjoy this, honey," she said seductively, before accenting her words with a kiss and a little squeeze to his package.
She went to join Monica, who was already standing under the shower head. He'd never seen his sister naked before. He was intrigued by her body and found himself comparing it to Rachel's, which he knew so well. She was slimmer than Rachel. He knew that she jogged regularly, and did yoga with Phoebe. Now he saw the payoff of her workouts.
Monica's breasts were fuller and a bit lower than his girlfriend's. But he noticed her breasts lift up, as she reached up and ran her hands through her damp shoulder length hair, re-soaking it. Her eyes were closed and her head was slightly back. His sister looked just like a pictorial he'd seen in Playboy a few years before, though she looked even better than the model.
As Rachel stepped into the tub, Monica opened her eyes and looked at Rachel, then over at Ross. He quickly looked down, with the feeling that he'd been caught doing something wrong. Monica laughed, not at all embarrassed that her brother was checking her out.
"Ya know, you can look at me, Ross," she said good-naturedly. "That's kind of why we're all here."
Monica turned and faced into the shower spray.
"Isn't she beautiful, sweetie?" Rachel said, to let him know that watching Monica was all right with her too.
She placed her hands on Monica's shoulders and gently kissed between them. The water scattering off Monica's body created little droplets on Rachel's chest and face.
Ross could feel an erection starting to build in his pants.
Monica turned and placed her hands on Rachel's arms.
"Let's get you wet, too, Rach."
Ross couldn't believe he was hearing these words from his sister, and wondered if Monica meant it as a double entendre. He saw them loosely hug, so neither would slip as they switched places.
Rachel tilted her head back and both girls' hands massaged her brown hair as the water drenched it.
Monica was standing very close to Rachel. Ross watched their breasts touching lightly against each other, nipples very hard. Then they became pressed together as Monica's hands rubbed Rachel's back. Rivulets of water traced their way down both women's' bodies.
His eyes followed Monica's hands, moving lower to the small of Rachel's back. So close to his girlfriend's ass.
"Will she touch it?" he wondered. "Will... will she grab it... and... and maybe... squeeze it?"
Rachel and Monica gazed at each other, smiling. Ross' focus on Monica's hands was ripped away as Rachel kissed Monica. That gentle kiss became more passionate and he watched his sister's tongue darting in and out of Rachel's mouth.
His hard-on was bulging his pants by this time. He discretely pressed his palm against it and slowly rubbed as he watched the scene unfold.
Rachel broke their kiss and roughly grabbed Monica's ass, giggling. She squeezed and pulled Monica's hips against her own.
"Mmmm, I love this little ass!"
Monica's hands finally went to Rachel's butt.
"Well, I like yours too. And I bet Ross agrees with me."
They looked over at him, hand pressed against his crotch.
"Honey, you can touch yourself while you watch us," she went on with a sultry tone. "In fact, I'd kind of like to see you doing that."
"Yeah, Ross," Monica added, "you've seen what we have... so, show us what you have."
Ross unzipped his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, to the floor. His cock sprang up.
"WOW! That's big!" Monica exclaimed. "Rachel, you're a very lucky girl."
She gave a little laugh, "I know." Then she kissed her roommate. "Twice lucky."
Monica smiled as she broke their embrace and picked up a bottle of body wash.
"Turn around, Rach," she said.
They stepped back from the water and Monica lathered up the soft skin of her friend's back and shoulders. Rachel smiled at Ross, as she watched him slowly stroke his rod.
He saw Monica crouch behind his girlfriend and bring the soap suds to her butt, then down the backs of her legs. She stood, skimming her hands from ankle to shoulder, and kissed her neck.
"Now the front," was all Monica needed to say.
Rachel turned and offered the rest of her body to be washed by her roommate. The shower doused her hair and rinsed her back. Soapy water cascaded across her butt, down her legs and into the drain. Monica cupped a palm under the spray and directed handfuls to help rinse Rachel's shoulders.
She retrieved the bottle and squirted more into her hands. She smeared them together rapidly to raise a slight foam, then one at a time, slowly washed the full length of Rachel's arms. Her head was to the side and down slightly. Monica gave a couple of sideways and upward glances as she rubbed Rachel's slim arms; her eyes saying everything without uttering a word.
Both Ross and Rachel found this extremely seductive, but more so for Ross as he watched steam begin to swirl around the girls. Girls showering together had long been a fantasy for him, though he'd never told Rachel of it. And he never imagined that his little sister would be one of the women bringing this fantasy to life.
Monica's soapy hands crisscrossed Rachel's chest, then began moving lower. Even though he knew by now that it would happen, he was stunned at the sight of his sister caressing his girlfriend's breasts.
Ross caught himself thinking, "Now you, Rach. Rub Monica's breasts." But he could never say such a thing.
A bubble floated up and landed on Monica's nose. The girls giggled as Rachel wiped it away, replacing it with a kiss. Ross found himself laughing with their playfulness.
Monica continued washing Rachel's stomach and hips, then crouched in front of her and attended to her legs.
"Yes," Ross said softly, not realizing that he had spoken. They both looked at him and smiled.
"We do requests, too," Monica said, only half-teasing.
Ross saw her head just inches from Rachel's pussy. Both girls noticed he was staring at Monica. Her smile turned dirty.
"Do you like my 'position', Ross?"
Monica pressed the back of her hand against Rachel's inside ankle, and her roommate moved her foot to the side of the tub. Monica went on with her sexual teasing.
"Or, maybe you want me here..." she moved her face closer to Rachel.
"Or here..." Monica's lips were now just an inch away.
"Or here," she said, half-muffled as her mouth covered her roommate's clit.
Ross was jacking strong and fast at this sight.
"OH MONICA!" Rachel groaned as she threw her head back into the shower spray. She steadied herself with a hand on the wall.
Monica held Rachel's thighs to keep her balance with her face in her friend's crotch. Rachel felt her give a fast, pulsed sucking to her clit, lips clamped tightly around it. Monica removed her mouth with a loud smooch.
"Is that something like what you want?" Monica asked, licking her lips.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped, slowing his strokes.
"Ross, honey," Rachel said sweetly, "it's okay. Tell us what you want us to do."
"Um... well... Monica washed you, so maybe... next you should do her."
Rachel's sweetness turned a little slutty as Monica rose.
"Oh, I'll "do" her... but first shouldn't I wash her?" she finished with feigned innocence.
Ross gave her a slight smile. He loved how his girlfriend could be sweet and slutty at the same time.
She gestured for Monica to turn around, then applied some body wash to her palms. Monica looked back over her shoulder and smiled an invitation.
Rachel pressed her body into Monica's and wrapped her arms around her. Her hands began to raise a lather on Monica's body as they roamed from her neck to her crotch. Ross' unspoken wish came true as he watched Rachel fondle his sister's graceful breasts.
Rachel's tits were pressed into her roommate's back and she moved her body around, transferring soap from her to Monica. She crept downward like this, until she was rubbing her chest on Monica's tight ass.
Ross was jacking hard again. But this time he realized that he was completely aroused at seeing his sister's nude body covered in a sudsy, soapy film. Patches of bubbles hung below her breasts.
"WAY better than that Playboy," he thought.
Monica was looking down and behind her, making eye contact with Rachel as her legs and pussy were lathered. She took in a sharp breath as Rachel's finger found her clit, and then did a quick dip into her cunt.
Rachel rested her cheek on Monica's soapy butt as she slid her finger back up and in. Monica moaned as Rachel finger-banged her, playing in her box.
"Omigod..." he thought, "she's masturbating her... my, my girlfriend is masturbating my sister!"
Ross was numb with disbelief. But he wasn't so numb that his own hand stopped it's action.
Rachel drew her finger out. "Say, Mon," she said running her fingers along the outside of Monica's labia, "feels like it's time again."
Monica smiled, knowing that this wasn't really true. "Ya think Ross would want to watch that?"
"Well, I don't know," she said looking over her shoulder at him, "But he might want to watch what it leads to."
Monica sat on the edge of the tub, resting her back into the corner of the wall. Rachel grabbed a disposable razor and held it between her teeth as she lifted Monica's feet to rest on the sides of the tub. Monica's wrists hung inside her open knees.
There she was. Ross' little sister. Like she was posing for one of Joey's porn magazines. Ross admired the feminine curvature of her calves and slim thighs. His eyes went to her wet pussy lips and swollen clit. One of the nicest pussies Ross had ever seen. Flat, toned abdomen and stomach. And those perfect breasts.
Ross slowed his hand. But not because seeing Monica didn't turn him on.
"If I cum with Monica like that," he thought, "they'll think I want to... like... do her, or something."
Yet, once the thought of having sex with Monica entered his mind, it was hard to push it away, especially as he took in all that happened next.
Rachel knelt in the tub between Monica's widely spread legs. She applied a bead of body wash to Monica's trimmed pubic hair. Slowly, seductively, she worked it with her fingertips, until it brought a thick lather.
Both Gellers watched her actions intently.
Rachel "accidentally" brushed her thumb across her roomie's clit. Monica took a little gasp. Rachel crinkled her nose and gave her a nasty grin. She created a thick covering of soap all over Monica's genitals.
Monica looked over at Ross, his eyes fixed between her legs. He looked up and she gave him a little smile, before directing his gaze back down.
Taking the razor from her mouth, Rachel gently glided it over the flesh between Monica's legs. She made sure that Ross could see everything she was doing.
The white film was taken away and smooth pale skin remained. Of course, the girls knew it was all for show. Monica had shaved that morning. But for Ross, he'd never imagined anything so erotic as his gorgeous girlfriend shaving his beautiful sister.
Rachel moved the razor down both sides of Monica's mohawk, removing the imaginary stubble.
Rachel grabbed the shower massager and stretched its long hose to the end of the tub. She set it on a gentle spray, and rinsed the soap from herself, then from Monica's body, starting at her chest. Rachel's hand rubbed along her torso and legs, ensuring that she was clean.
Ross' eyes kept following the stream of water down to between Monica's legs, staring at his sister's tight pussy and that strip of hair above. He caught himself jacking hard again, and eased up to keep from cumming too soon.
Rachel crouched between Monica's thighs and washed away the rest of the soap. Her face was very close.
As the last of the suds was gone, Rachel took the flat of her tongue and slowly licked the full length of Monica's pussy.
"Ohhhh, RACH!" Ross groaned, obviously pleased.
The girls looked at him and smiled.
"More, Rachel," Monica whispered.
"For Ross... or for you?" Rachel said, looking up at her.
"For both of us," she said sultrily, as she watched Ross masturbating his big hard dick.
Rachel put her head down and went to work between Monica's legs. She flicked her tongue on Monica's clitoris.
Ross saw goosebumps raise on Monica's legs and arms, as an uncontrollable shiver ran through her body. Yet, with steam still floating thickly around the bathroom, there was no way she could be chilly.
Rachel put her lips around her best friend's clit and sucked gently, while the tip of her tongue continued to dance on the little fold of flesh.
"YEESSSS!!" Monica moaned.
She began groping her own breast, rubbing her chest and neck. Her finger hung from her open mouth as she looked at Rachel. One long French-kiss to her clit.
Ross watched his sister's tits heave gently as she took shallow panting breaths.
"Yes, do that... oh yes... oh Rach, I like that..."
This spurred her partner on. Monica's hand left her mouth and ran through her damp dark locks.
Her eyes were closed and she groaned, "Oh god, Rachel.... oh my god... oh... make me cum... make me cum, Rachel."
Rachel's free hand was at her own crotch, rubbing her clit hard. She wanted Monica to cum, but she couldn't help touching herself.
Her tongue was shooting in and out of Monica's box. Her partner was moaning loudly, just the way Rachel liked her.
"OOOOOhh... OHHHHhhhh... MMMMMMMmmm... oh, RAAACH... lick me... lick me Rach..."
Ross saw the look of ecstasy on his sister's face. He heard her sensual moaning. And part of him wanted to create that look and those moans.
Ross had been keeping himself right on the verge of ejaculation. He would masturbate hard and fast until he was almost there, then he'd back off and slowly stroke himself. Fondling his balls. Thinking about both women sucking on them. Then he'd start the cycle all over, watching his girlfriend going down on his sister.
Monica's mouth hung open as she reveled in Rachel's attention.
"I'm so close... I'm so close..." she whimpered.
Rachel stopped frigging herself and pushed the same finger inside her friend. Her mouth moved up to the swollen clit.
Monica gasped at all the sensations. Hot water flowing over her. Rachel's warm tongue throbbing on her clit. A finger rubbing deep inside her. Monica screamed as she came.
"OH! OHHHHHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!"
She squeezed her tits as Rachel sped up the finger-action. Monica's screams melded into moans.
"MMMMMmmmm... OOOOhhh... oh, fuck... ohhhh, fuck... oooohhh... ohhhh."
She caught her breath as the orgasm passed.
Monica dropped her feet to the floor of the tub as Rachel rose up to kiss her.
Ross was trying to recover some composure himself, sensing that the show wasn't over.
The girls stood giggling, almost as if Ross wasn't there. They replaced the shower massager and turned the main head back on.
As Rachel helped Monica rinse her back, she asked, "So now what, baby? Do you want to see her make me cum? Or do YOU want to make me cum?"
Then she paused before saying luridly," OR do you want to make Monica cum?"
"Rachel!" Monica exclaimed, gently slapping her roommate's shoulder, eliciting a laugh. "Ross doesn't want to fuck his own sister."
Even though deep down he felt otherwise, Ross took the obvious choice.
"I want..." he cleared his throat, "I want to watch Monica, um, lick you... and stuff."
"Good choice," Rachel winked.
She bent over the open end of the tub, placing her hands on the rim, and presented herself to Monica. She knelt behind Rachel and gently rubbed her clit and pussy lips.
Monica smiled at Ross and watched him as she pushed her finger into Rachel, producing a "mmmmm." She slowly finger-fucked her.
"Oh, yeah... yeah... like that... rub me slowly."
Monica complied, but periodically taunted her with her tongue.
"Oh, don't tease me," she whined, "Just do it. Lick me. Please."
Monica removed her finger and began lapping at Rachel's cunt. Water, beating down on Rachel's back, splashed off like a second shower on Monica's forehead and face.
Ross knew Rachel's look. He'd seen it many times before.
"Is... is she good... at, at that?" he asked quietly.
"Oh Ross," Rachel moaned, "she's VERY good at it."
Monica's little smile was hidden, but her eyes told Ross that the complement was appreciated.
Wet strands of hair clung to Rachel's face. Eyes closed, she groaned her approval.
"Ohhhh Mon.... OH MONICA! Oh like that... oh yes... yes, yes... MMMMMMMmmm."
Then she looked over at her boyfriend. His dick was dark pink from all the handling. But it was still very hard. Long. Throbbing. She wanted it.
"Ross, come here," she whimpered. He stood and moved in front of her. "Let me suck."
Ross put his cock inside Rachel's waiting mouth. She suckled on the head, softening the sound of her moans.
Monica did something particularly stimulating and Ross heard Rachel groan, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
He slowly began rocking his hips forward and back, fucking Rachel's mouth. She encouraged him with a muffled "mh hmm" and sucked each time he pulled back.
Monica saw this and started to tongue-fuck her with the same rhythm. Brother and sister, fucking both ends the woman, keeping in perfect sync.
Rachel had never felt this before and her mind took her ever closer to climax. She whined her excitement at being double-fucked.
Monica reached between Rachel's legs. She groped and caressed her hanging breast.
"MM! mh hmm... mh hmm..." came from Rachel.
Both could tell that Rachel was getting very close.
"Make her cum, Mon."
The siblings' eyes met and Ross knew that his sister had the same intent as himself.
With her hands on Rachel's hips, she picked up her pace. Ross held Rachel's head and matched Monica, thrust for thrust.
Rachel was whining as loudly as her filled mouth would allow. Her body was tense. Monica could tell that this would be very good.
Rachel's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her knees buckled, but Monica steadied her. Yet she never stopped tonguing her.
Rachel's lips released and she groaned around Ross' cock.
He continued to fuck her mouth, more slowly though. Feeling her tongue and lower teeth rubbing on the bottom of his shaft. Hearing the unique semi-covered tone of her sounds. Seeing her brow furrowed in pleasure.
As Rachel's orgasm subsided, she weakly went to her knees in the end of the tub. Her lips were clamped around Ross's cock to keep it right where she wanted it.
Monica moved in behind her, snuggling her pussy against Rachel's ass. She kissed her shoulder and caressed her breasts as Rachel sucked off her brother.
Rachel removed her mouth, took hold of Ross's cock, and slowly stroked it.
"Wow, big boy, you've lasted a very long time tonight," she said. "I think you're ready for a little treat."
She gave Ross a couple quick sucks, pushing her lips down around his shaft, before resuming her strokes.
"Come on, baby... do you want to cum?"
Ross gave a groaned reply.
"Come for me, Ross... come for me... that's it... closer... closer..."
Ross knew that Rachel could be quite nasty when she wanted to, and it's one of the reasons he loved her.
"Think about tonight... seeing me wash Monica's body... watching me shave her... lick her... suck her... finger her pussy..."
All those images were clear in Ross's mind.
Monica rested her chin on Rachel's back, watching what was happening. And getting a little turned on again by Rachel's monologue.
"You liked seeing Monica caress my body, didn't you? Rubbing me... seeing her kneel in front of me... ready to lick... then watching her with her tongue inside me... ooo, Ross... it felt so good."
Ross was panting hard, looking down at Rachel and Monica.
"Cum for me, honey... I want it... I want you to cum on my face... can you do that? Can you cum?"
Ross could only nod. She was jacking him as hard as she saw him doing before.
"Yeah, baby, cum... let me have it... give it to me... all over me..."
Ross let go with a huge climax. He shot a big stream across Rachel's nose and forehead, and slightly in her hair.
Rachel was still masturbating him furiously, and a large stray spurt of cum went past her head and landed above Monica's upper lip.
Ross watched as, out of reflex, she licked it into her mouth. Their eyes locked with a wordless exchange. She looked down and kissed Rachel's shoulder again, slightly embarrassed, but secretly pleased with the random event.
Ross unloaded more onto Rachel's cheek and lips, before she leaned in to take the rest in her mouth. She sucked every drop out of Ross and he groaned at the way her sucking stimulated his spent cock.
When Ross was completely empty, Rachel smiled at him with a cum-adorned face.
"Why don't you wait in my bedroom, sweetie. Maybe we can play more, in a little while. I'm just gonna wash my face, k?" she said sweetly.
Ross smiled and moved to go, pulling up his pants. Monica stood quickly as he walked past.
"Wait... Ross..." He turned to her and she pulled him over to kiss him on the cheek.
Ross was extremely mindful that his semi-rigid cock was pressing into his sister's stomach. She tried to act unaware of it, smiling at him.
"Thanks, um... for being okay with this."
He smiled back. "Well, you mean the world to me, and I always want you to be happy."
They stared at each other for a few moments, Monica smiling and Ross fidgeting.
"I better go so you two can get ready for bed."
That night, Ross and Rachel made love with surprising passion. But his mind kept drifting to the woman in the other room. Recalling images of her body, sounds of her moans.
Somehow, Rachel could sense this, and she smiled each time the thought came to her. She would hold no jealousy toward them, if they ever...
Monica lay naked in her bed. Her fingertips went to the place on her upper lip. Monica touched where Ross' cum had landed. Wondering if Rachel had noticed that she didn't wash it away.
She still could taste it. Her tongue repeated the motion of licking it into her mouth, unconsciously wanting to find a bit more.
Then Monica gently masturbated until she fell asleep, listening to the erotic sounds through the wall. | literotica |
Whatever the case may be, the chee-taur was quick to banish this phenomenon to the hall of things that she no longer had to worry about, given that she was big and powerful enough that even if the whole population of the country decided to climb onto her, by the time they were done she’d probably be way too massive to even notice they were there to begin with. And now that her wings were complete, and her body had become so magnificent as to elicit this sort of mindless adoration on the part of her tiny subjects, there wasn’t a lot that Xili could do that wouldn’t inevitably lead down to even more debauched debasement and the sort of growth that would be more at home in a fever dream than anything remotely resembling reality.
By that point, her form had advanced towards the city center and left behind it a trail of destruction so thorough in its annihilation of everything that stood in its way that there was literally nothing left but a lake of thick chee milk dotted with the occasional island made out of scrap heap and bits of concrete, each one serving as a safe haven for the little ones still trying to hop onto her body. Where once had been skyscrapers were now the dracat’s chest busts, having collapsed every structure in front of them and blasted what remained into dust with their high-pressure jets of milk.
If there was still anything left around her, all it would take would be a single step for her to make sure it ceased to be… and yet, no matter how much this should have been the be-all-end-all for her size fantasies, regardless of how much it fulfilled every single one of her lustful desires and ticked every box, it still wasn’t enough as far as Xili was concerned. Because this was her body now, and given that it was, it could always be improved; and if it could be improved, it should.
The “how” was the only question that remained. She was already colossal to the point where she could very easily be spotted over the horizon, dominating what used to be a large city with so much ease that it might as well be a scale model that she had decided to stomp around and destroy during a lazy Sunday afternoon power-mad fantasy roleplay session. Except, for the one time it could be, it was the real thing, at the real size, and yet she had just as easily stomped it into nothing as she would a bunch of cardboard boxes after dousing them in water for ten minutes straight; the sheer, unfettered glee at that realization was probably strong enough to power that whole city for days on end if she hadn’t, well… wrecked it completely.
Regardless, there still remained the question of how best to improve herself, and given that most of her field-of-view was dominated entirely by her immense sets of milk factories, it wasn’t all that surprising that her mind immediately drifted towards them at the first opportunity it had to start thinking on what next to do. Sadly though, there was barely any room left for any more of them to grow in, or for the ones that were there to become even bigger; as much as it would be great for her to keep on becoming ever more massive, there were certain geometric limitations that all living things must abide by, and given that every usable inch of her front and bottom were used up, there wasn’t a lot that Xili could do to add more boobflesh to herself.
So, clearly, she had to do something about the lack of room.
It was such a simple solution, and yet one that left her smiling so widely that it stopped being warm and turned right back into demented, a manic grin that very quickly became an equally-insane cackle once the chee began feeling the first stages of her newest transformation taking place, altering her body in a way that, if anything could ever possibly be called exotic, then that would be it.
After all, if there was simply no more room on either of her torsos to sport more breasts to fill the world with, then clearly she had to make both of them wider, allowing them to pack on even more bust weight where once there had been a serious lack of space to go around. But of course, this wouldn’t be enough; simply growing out had become blasé, mundane even for a creature as blessed and cursed as herself, especially after she had ascended to a divine form that could wipe cities off the map without her even trying. No, quantity alone would not sate her… or at least not the same type of quantity as before; after all, who’s to say that she had to keep abiding by the same rules as everyone else? She was a goddess in the making, a divine being whose will and desires would be imprinted upon reality and made manifest purely by her wishing them to be, and this came packaged with a certain few realizations about her new self.
Why was she still concerning herself about what was and wasn’t right to do? Why bother worrying about what to do next now that she had the entirety of all eternity to look forward to when it came to enjoying herself? Most of all, why in blazes was part of her mind still thinking about what others might think of what she was doing at that exact moment? She was a goddess, the most powerful creature alive on the face of the planet at that very moment, and given the state of her, she still had so much left to go before being anywhere near sated that it was doubtful whether or not she’d remain planet-bound for much longer.
Xili’s were no longer the concerns of mortals, of the little flickering souls agglomerated all around her, all desperately trying to climb onto her form in order to bask in her glory and possibly, just maybe, share in some of the delights and divine power that the dracat was experiencing, even when they knew such a thing was most likely completely impossible. No, hers were the concern of creatures above such petty things as earthly matters, above such things as self-imposed limitations, the need to eat or breathe or drink or do anything that wasn’t seeking the greatest emotional high at any given possible time, above anything that wasn’t indulging herself at every waking moment with a body that reacted to each errant thought by making it a reality, hoping that maybe this would help satisfy a hunger that would never truly be put to rest. This was her life now, and this was her right; anything less than that would be unacceptable.
Thus, when her torso and taurso were both dutifully elongated by the same energies that had “cursed” her into becoming such a beautiful, impossibly powerful, deific chee, Xili didn’t merely make her tits bigger, or merely force them to produce even more milk so she could feel what it was like to turn into a city-sized lactic factory; no, she added more of them, in greater number, forcing the two tits on each of her many rows to move away from one another, providing just enough space for a brand new pair of udders to grow in between the two original ones on each row, leaving the taur-chee laden with an almost ridiculously-oversized four mounds on each bust!
To say that she was buried by her own curves would be an understatement as enormous as Xili herself was, because now that she had effectively doubled the amount of tits she was sporting, moving had become… difficult. It was still possible, given a slight upgrade to her overall size once she remembered to think about it, but she was quickly approaching a stage in which, while she might be capable of locomotion, it became far too much of a hassle for her to even bother. Getting her paws in between her cleavages and heaving her titanic frame forward or backward cost so much strength and energy that Xili figured it’d be best if she just plopped herself down and enjoyed the ride wherever it was she landed, moaning loudly enough to create sonic shockwaves and having to exercise extreme caution not to led her many, many nipples leave her in a state of perpetual orgasm from just how much they were being stimulated by the very currents of milk they were being used to vent. It was a vicious cycle that couldn’t possibly end, and one that she had created herself… one that she wanted to make worse.
Why not keep going? Sure, she was almost immobile and practically unable to do anything other than squeeze her many tits and lactate all over the surrounding region, but she could go further still; after all, she only had four pairs of arms, matching the four rows on her chest and leaving her tauric busts desperately lonely when it came to proper stimulation. It may look weird, perhaps even off-putting to the little ones down below (it wouldn’t; their minds were too warped), not to mention utterly unthinkable to anyone that hadn’t already been blessed by the sight of her, but as Xili had realized, she was a goddess, and thus not subject to the same rules as anyone else; thus, why not simply sprout extra pairs of arms all along her taurso, matching the limbs to the rows of cream-laden udders and immediately putting them to work rubbing and kneading herself, so much that it was getting harder not to simply climax for an hour straight and let fate take her where it might? But she could do better, and she should do better… especially now that she had a proper audience!
The chee-taur hadn’t noticed it until just then, but there were more people watching her growthsplosion than just the multitudes trying to climb onto her body down below. Helicopters were flying all around her, so tiny that they could land on the tip of her muzzle and probably have enough room left to store a couple dozen more of them, all of them carrying film crews and news announcers all ready for the scoop of the century, the ascension of a true-to-life deity from literally nowhere, taking place right now and viewable from the safety and comfort of anyone’s couch!
Suddenly, every damned channel in the whole country was running nothing but Xili, nothing but chee-taur in every frequency, her influence extending so widely that even television networks couldn’t resist her charm… and neither could their viewers either. The effect was lessened thanks to it being run through multiple systems before being broadcast into people’s homes, but even those who most resisted as they flipped through multiple channels only to find yet more Xili would eventually succumb to the sight of her and stop trying to run away from their destiny. Even those who lacked sight were made aware of just what was happening through sheer presence and might, a process that even the goddess herself couldn’t really explain; tt was as if her merely existing had brought a golden age upon all of furkind, one where strife and conflict were replaced by pure, unfiltered adoration of her divine form.
And Xili liked that. Better than that, she loved it, the idea that her being, her glorious self was so powerful and overwhelming that it was capable of overriding even the most negative of emotions and leaving those around her in a state of ecstasy from which, while they could move away from, they would never choose to do so; why would they, after all, when they could be experiencing heaven at every living moment? Why would they forfeit this most perfect of sensations and experiences when they could simply… keep experiencing it, at no cost to them? Xili would provide.
Forever and ever.
And to provide, she of course needed more, not necessarily because she just wanted it at the most base level possible (though that much was true was well), but because, as the new goddess of that world, it was her duty to make sure that every single person who gave themselves to her would be taken care of and provided for to the best of her ability. And while being her current size was more than enough, at least from a practical standpoint, there was always room for improvement when it came to the chee’s delusions about her own perfection, delusions that became more blurred with reality the more the monkey’s paw allowed her to live them out as if they were a perfectly normal facet of her life.
She needed to be bigger, so therefore she was made bigger; bigger than the city, bigger than the surrounding landscape, so big that anyone from low orbit would be able to perfectly make her out against the smudge of white all around her, a “puddle” of milk that had turned into a lake before becoming a small sea, its “shores” already lapping at neighboring cities and having swallowed up multiple towns along the way, heralding the coming of their new deity into their lives. Countless souls had already been swept up in the deluge, their former owners now mindlessly marching towards where their glorious giantess loomed over the horizon in the hopes of joining in with their fellows already on top of her, planes and ships chartered from across the planet to bring as many people as quickly as possible as closely as possible to the site of Xili’s ascension, that the whole planet’s population might participate and bask in her power.
Very few were left that hadn’t yet either seen her directly, watched as she grew on a television, or at the very least heard the good news and were infected by the same rapturous joy that everyone else had, and that group was quickly becoming smaller and smaller with each passing minute, until billions had turned to worshipping the chee-taur and bringing the revelations with them to whoever hadn’t yet given themselves up.
This of course only meant that Xili had to become larger still, a perfect excuse as far as she was concerned. The dracat could hear them now, their voices echoing in the back of her mind as they rose to have their faces turned towards her and offered endless praise and adulation, hoping to be noticed by their living, breathing goddess in their endless exultations. They wouldn’t; said goddess was simply too big in scale to really be able to see any one of the millions of tiny ones already climbing onto her physical avatar, let alone interact with them in any meaningful way.
Still, she was aware that they were there, and knew that it was her responsibility to put on the best show she could, hence the constant moaning, the ecstatic yelling, the begging for more even when she wasn’t nearly as horny as her tone might indicate, the whole works; it was important that everyone see her as the deific, perfect creature that she was, even if that meant hamming it up just enough for her worshippers to really buy into the whole “crazed fertility goddess” look she had going for herself.
Truth be told, the chee was anything but mindless; her clarity and sense of self had remained almost impossibly intact despite the many opportunities for them to shatter into pieces, giving her a near-perfect control over not just where her mind was going, but her desires and subsequent transformations as well. She wasn’t even thinking about how she had one wish left; as far as Xili cared, the two she had requested were more than enough, even if the clothing one had ceased being remotely meaningful several miles back.
No, the only thing left in the dracat’s mind was how she needed more, regardless of how absurd this was or how her body was already so absurdly bloated that she’d given up walking and taken up simply lying atop the bed of breasts she had created for herself… a bed of breasts that could always be made comfier, fuller, larger, a bed that relied entirely upon the lengthening and widening of two torsos for which there was no rule saying they couldn’t be widened again. After all, who’s to say that she had to stop at four tits per each row? Who’s to say she couldn’t imagine her dream self as even more ridiculously stacked, having a torso and taurso of such immense dimensions that their four mounds could once more separate and create more room between each grouping of two, allowing for yet another pair to emerge from between the two that were already there?
The chee-taur was immediately buried beneath an avalanche of breastflesh of proportions so unbelievably titanic that, for a good couple of hours, Xili couldn’t even see the sun; all she felt, saw, heard, touched, sensed, smelt and tasted were her own breasts, enveloping her in a soft, warm cocoon from which interminable sloshing and churning emanated, an almost ridiculous total of eighty-four udders lining her from the very tip-top of her regular chest all the way down to the haunches of her tauric self, quite literally pushing her a couple of miles off the ground and leaving her pinned down in her place. She could always fix that, of that there was no doubt… but for the time being, Xili decided to give herself a little treat, and stop thinking about how much better she could be for just long enough that she could properly appreciate what she had at that exact moment.
The dracat never forgot that it was just temporary, however; the last thing she needed was for the monkey’s paw to think she was satisfied, for she was anything but. Still, after such an immense growth spurt and after becoming so unimaginably colossal that the sea of milk around her was beginning to turn into an ocean, even going so far as to leak onto the nearest water-based one as well, it was important for her to learn some self-love, lest the chee find herself years later still desperate for a fulfillment that would never come. She would one day be satisfied with herself… it just so happened that particular day was definitely not it.
Nonetheless, there was plenty of herself to love, even if a good ninety percent of her body weight was milk and breastflesh by that point, Xili having allowed her many cream-laden mounds to fill up without anything holding them back, leading to them bloating at such a quick pace that her body was forced into some rather uncomfortable positions just from how much her breasts were pushing back against her. It was nothing short of heaven for the little ones aboard her though; they were so diminutive compared to their goddess that the colossal sizes involved barely did anything to harm them, allowing them live out their grandest of fantasies all while continuously heaping praise upon the divine chee that had granted them their every wish.
Their voices rang ever stronger within Xili’s head, their prayers and repeated mantras growing louder and reverberating with increased frequency, leading her to try and tune them out in order to enjoy herself in peace. That is, of course, until she began to realize how good it felt to let those prayers through, to open the door and bathe in the sheer, unfettered adoration coming from each and every one of her precious supplicants. It was amazing how much power was packed into just one person’s endless droning, especially those whose minds had been the most affected by her presence, and she had millions of them just waiting to be heard, billions more either travelling towards her or actively thinking of her while waiting for their turn. It made her feel… special. Wanted.
Loved.
And this had… consequences.
Up until then, Xili had managed to keep a close lid on her innermost desires, not necessarily because she felt it was necessary, but due to her wanting to stretch the experience out as long as it could go. There was no doubt in her mind that she’d eventually outgrow the whole damned planet, but she wasn’t in any rush to make it happen; after all, there were still so many little ones that had yet to get near her that it almost felt like a downright sin to not give them a chance to climb aboard before she had her final ascension towards the heavens.
And yet, despite her best intentions, despite her best efforts to try and keep herself under control, hearing those prayers repeated ad infinitum towards her awoke a certain few things in the chee goddess’ mind that she wasn’t aware had been there before. A sense of belonging, a semblance of peace and warmth that came with the knowledge that so many people were willing to give everything up for her; it wasn’t so much the domineering, overbearing sense of power that had permeated every second of her experiences so far, but something far more sublime and difficult to explain, something that was better than just mindless, carnal enjoyment brought several times above where it should be and multiplied upon itself until it stopped making sense altogether. She was a goddess, but above all, she was their goddess; for what was a deity without worshippers, and what was a goddess without souls to bask in their glory?
With this in mind, it was hard to contain herself any longer. Biting her lower lip and keeping her eyes firmly shut, the last thing Xili remembered before feeling her feet smash against the ground again was the sensation of all her pairs of hands holding tightly against their assigned breast, sinking their fingers into the milky pudge as if to keep it in one piece as her body exploded outwards with extra size, once more becoming fully mobile as her breasts were put back where they should be: still absurdly oversized compared to her body in general, but no longer so large as to keep her pinned down in place.
From there, it was hard to really stop; dominating the local geography as she was, how could she put any kind of brakes to it when it just felt so damn good to flatten hills, vaporize entire cities, even empty out lakes just by accidentally stepping on them and splashing all the water out? The world was her playground and she was effectively playing on the sand, wrecking the tiny castle she had built for herself as she planned her next move. A move that would take her…
… up.
There was no other place for her to go, now that the planet had simply become too small to contain her, especially given the sheer amount of flooding going on after she kind-of-sort-of lost control over how much milk her many breasts were producing. The only way to survive, nay, thrive was to jettison herself into low orbit, hoping beyond hope that the monkey’s paw was still there to listen to her when the chee made her last wish: “Ascend me.”
Once more it was made without concern for wording, and once more this was done so quite deliberately on Xili’s part, who was very much aware of what the implications were for such an impossibly vague request. Thus, it didn’t surprise her when her lungs were no longer necessary for her continued functioning, nor did it really come as anything other than expected when the tens of millions of little ones that had succeeded in climbing onto her before she left the planet were just as capable of surviving in the cold vacuum of space as she was. If anything, this was simply the culmination of a long journey, one that, looking back, Xili knew had always been hers to take.
It was her birthright.
And she would never stop. | yiff-extreme |
Title: 1:23 Ch. 07
Tags: asian female, filipino female, japanese female, small tits, facial, threesome, group sex, lesbian love, animation queen, lycanthropy
Harriet Kono sat in her lab frantically twisting the ends of her long dark hair. For the second time this year she had lost control of her cerebral enhancer project. She blamed unknown variables in the new software and the unfamiliar and strangely alien hardware that was thrust on her by Imperial Corporation. But mostly she blamed Kent Orlando.
"You and your lolo sexual fantasies," she mumbled looking at him laid out on the adjustable hospital bed with the 2.0 version of her cerebral enhancer on his head.
"Not Cerebral Enhancer, Brain Tube," she said in a mocking male voice. Kent had dubbed the device the Brain Tube because he had trouble remembering Cerebral Enhancer. "Idiot jock," she said to his inert form. But she had to admit that Brain Tube WAS catchier.
As much as she wanted to yank the Brain Tube off Kent's head to end this nightmare, she didn't dare. Last time she did that the subject went literally crazy. She had no choice but to ride this out and wait for Kent to remove the helmet on his own. She had rushed to get to the second trial and was now paying the price for her impatience. But she knew how Imperial Corporation worked. They undoubtedly had others working on similar projects. She wasn't about to let someone else beat her to the finish line. She made a note on her I-pad in the folder unimaginably named 1:23 the time in the afternoon when she had started her experiment with Kent. That was barely three hours ago yet it felt like she has been dealing with this for weeks.
Her tired eyes went to her ex boyfriend Donny Stevens stretched out on a Lay-z-boy wearing the advanced auxiliary helmet connected to Kent's helmet by several slim wires and a coaxial cable. Donny had popped in on her in the middle of her disaster with Kent. Kent and Donny were best friends going way back so Harriet came up with the brilliant idea to send Donny in to talk Kent into removing his helmet.
"What was I thinking sending this idiot in?" she said.
Her hope of staying in contact with Donny had failed from the start. Panic set in and she itched to pull the auxiliary helmet off his head. She was pretty sure she could yank the thing off Donny's head without dire consequences. She didn't do it though, she had to allow him time to succeed. TIME itself was a problem in the Brain Tube world. Her last trip in with the auxiliary helmet took her nearly twenty four hours Brain Tube time to hook up with Kent. In the real world only eleven minutes had lapsed. She made a note that Donny had been under for ten minutes and that it added up to about a day in the helmet.
The time problem was insignificant compared to the hyper sexual experiences the Brain Tube created with a user. For reasons outside Harriet's control, her device focused in on the part of the brain that dealt with sexual arousal. She had hoped that the auxiliary helmet would be different.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Like the Brain Tube, the auxiliary helmet had triggered her darkest sexual desires. In combination with Kent Orlando's sexual visions, it was impossible for her to function in the world of the helmet. She hoped that Donny was fairing better.
"Gotta be a way to preempt the sex stuff," she said aloud as she sat at her work table to solder contacts on the newest version of the Brain Tube. It was two thirds smaller than the one currently on Kent's head and totally wireless. Her laptop beeped. It was the KHT program reporting in with updates.
\*One percent of the Alice Mihara problem still remained.
\*Twenty percent of the Kent Orlando constructs deleted.
\*Do you want to Purge/fold/Harriet/Kono?
That last part made her frown. She clicked show details. The file was created before her first test with Alice Mihara. She couldn't recall creating this fold thing or why her name was attached to it? She hated loose ends so clicked YES to purge.
Her cell phone vibrated on her work table making her yelp. She looked at the incoming call. It was Imperial Corp headquarters.
"Not now," she moaned but knew she couldn't ignore a call from the people signing her fat paychecks. She picked up the phone and said in her best professional voice, "This is Harriet Kono, how may I help you?"
"Hello Harriet, this is Lee Imperial. How are you doing?"
"Mr. Imperial?" Harriet asked aghast nearly choking on her words.
Lee Imperial was her boss. Hell he was EVERYBODY'S boss. Lee Imperial was Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and Mark Zukerberg all rolled into one. Mr. Imperial's ambition to be the first successful private space faring company was nearly realized. His man to Mars mission was just a year away from launch. She had never met him face to face. He called her only once on the phone six months ago after the fiasco with Alice Mihara. He had asked a couple of questions but didn't seem overly upset at her failure. Still, she had sensed his disappointment with her. Paranoia set in. Somehow he KNOWS I'm screwing up again!
"I've been hearing some interesting things about you and your Cerebral Enhancer," Imperil said in his deep baritone. He sounded like the actor George Takei.
"We call it the Brain Tube now," she said and cringed for correcting the smartest and riches man on the planet with such an insipid detail.
"Catchy, I like it," Imperial said. "How is your cousin Alice Mihara doing?"
"Um ... fine," she said automatically even though she hadn't seen or spoken to Alice since the first test run of the Brain Tube months ago.
"I hear you are starting with a new subject?" he asked casually.
"Yes, I'm in the middle of that right now," Harriet said doing her best to sound calm.
"I won't take up your precious time," he said. "I'm looking forward to your report, Harriet. The team heads say you are an exceptional technician."
"Thank you Mr. Imperial."
"Please call me Lee. I will look forward to your report." He hung up.
Harriet put down the phone and looked at Kent Orlando and Donny Stevens laid out with the Brain Tube head gear. Her heart sank knowing that her future depended on a dumb jock and his stoner best friend both from the same stupid hick town named Byle.
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"This is Harriet's fold?" Kent Orlando of Byle Ohio, asked giving the innocuous revolving door a dubious look. He had entered a similar door at the start of his adventures in the world of the Brain Tube. At the time he didn't realize that he had entered into Harriet Kono's fold. The door was fixed into a gray rock wall that seem to go on forever to the right and left and more than a hundred feet up above their heads. The last time Kent had entered into Harriet's fold he was nearly killed by Alice Mihara. That same Alice now stood along side him. According to River Tam, Alice was a left over echo of the REAL Alice Mihara, the first Brain Tube test subject. Also with him were three women conjured up by the Brain Tube from his base sexual fantasies. First Nefertiti Ulmat, the cute Filipino teacher's assistant from his anthropology class, next was the sexy Natasha Romanoff of Avengers fame and finally, the beautiful mysterious Yukio from the X-men movies.
"We have to find Donny Stevens," Yukio said.
"Donny was eaten by a giant evil clown," Kent said to the slim Asian girl armed with samurai swords, her hair was a bright candy apple red. She wore khaki tights, black boots and a snug black sweater.
"THAT was the Donny of this world, I'm referring to the Donny from your world," Yukio said.
"No way, the dude is in Ohio not here in Honolulu," Kent insisted.
"I assure you that he is here and is using the auxiliary helmet," Yukio said. "He is our best path to Harriet."
"We are at the back entrance to Harriet's fold. Donny is waiting at the other end," Natasha Romanoff said. "We're gonna have to cross the fold to get to him."
"Can't I just call up another magic door?" Kent asked.
"They're unpredictable," Alice said. "We could find ourselves in the middle of Kate's horde next time."
"Kate's a smart monster," Natasha said. "She's probably figured out the summoned door thing already. She'll be watching out for them from here on out." Natasha drew her two side arms and gave them a serious once over. Her hair was a more natural red than Yukio's cartoon shade. She wore her classic leather form fitting top, puffy green camouflage pants and old army boots. Everything below the waist was borrowed from the crew of the Serenity. Natasha and Yukio had showed up on the scene bottomless.
"Why the guns?" Kent asked. "You made it sound like this is a safe place to be?"
"Safe from Kate and her murdering legions," Natasha said as she took stock of her ammo. "In general, Harriet's fold is a dangerous place."
"Harriet isn't here to keep the place under relative peace," Neffie said. "Her base emotions in the form of the killer clowns have taken control and her sexual fantasies are running unchecked."
"That accounts for the weird bottomless crap I had to deal with," Yukio said.
"Be glad that's the worst that happened to you," Natasha said. "Everyone take stock of your weapons. We may have to fight our way to the other end to get to Donny."
Alice had an energy rifle from the Serenity with one full charge. Neffie was armed with her Dirty Harry handgun. Kent's only weapon was a crowbar he named Russel. Yukio of course had her swords.
"Kent's fold is under attack," Neffie said. "We need him to keep it standing."
"Yukio and I will go get Donny," Natasha said. "Kent, protect your fold. Take Alice and Neffie. We'll come find you when we find Donny."
Yukio and Natasha went to the revolving door.
"Lose the bottom first," Natasha said as she kicked off her army boots.
Yukio rolled her eyes. "Can't we just shoot and hack our way through those creepy clowns?"
"There are thousands of them," Natasha said as she dropped her pants.
Kent did his best not to ogle their naked asses and dark pubes. The bottomless sirens pushed through the revolving door leading to Harriet Kono's dark inner mind.
"Um now what?" Kent asked.
"We find the part of your fold still holding strong against Kate and her fucked up legion," Alice said.
"I'll call in some of my feelers," Neffie said. She holstered her big gun and pulled out her cell phone.
Kent eyed the cute Filipino girl in her jeans as she walked away to make her calls. "She is one handy chick to have around," Kent said.
"She's a great friend," Alice agreed.
After a long silence, Kent asked Alice, "What did River Tam mean when she called you a Batu?"
"I have no idea," Alice said.
"She said that you need to discover what you are," Kent went on.
"I REALLY don't wanna have this conversation right now," Alice said with her hackles up.
"Sorry," Kent said quickly backing off. The chick was on the cute petite side but Kent had seen her turn into a killing giant once before. She claimed she couldn't do that anymore since her so called fold had been destroyed by Kate and her legion.
Neffie walked back. "I got us a ride to the center of the resistance," Neffie said. "It's an old friend of yours, Alice."
"A Kent version of someone I know?" Alice asked.
"No, she's from your fold," Neffie said. "She's a crossover like me. She was in Kent's fold when Kate attacked."
The distinct clopping of horse hooves on hard stone came their way. A woman riding a horse and leading several other riderless horses came their way from down the long stoney path.
"Who do I know rides a horse?" Alice asked Nefertiti.
"Ya know nothing, Alice Mihara," shouted the rider from a distance.
Alice whooped and broke into a run to meet the rider.
"One of my fantasies?" Kent asked.
"Ygritte from Game of Thrones," Neffie said. "Lucky for her You've had a lot of dirty fantasies about her lately. My favorite is when she had you tied up in a snow cave and she peed all over your—"
"Got it," Kent said. "Does she ... um ... know that she's a ..."
"A sexual fantasy?" Neffie finished for him. "Yes she does."
"She'd kind of a tough chick," Kent said worried. "Will she resent that?"
"She'll probably cut your throat first chance she gets," Neffie said offhandedly.
Kent swallowed hard and rubbed at his tender neck.
Neffie laughed. "We all know what we are. Remember Theodora and the crew of the serenity? They took it in stride."
"Yeah," he said. His dick responded predictably recalling resent events.
Neffie giggled and said, " I know where you went. Better put Mr. Happy away for I'm sure that horseback riding and erections are a bad mix."
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"Harriet is curious about your progress," the new messenger avatar in the form of the controversial porn star Sasha Grey said in a pleasing sexy voice.
"Okay ..." Donny Stevens, self proclaimed stoner from Byle, Ohio said. He stood a few feet away from Sasha. When she took a step toward him he jumped back.
"You seem suspicious?" Sasha asked.
"I was warned that this place can fuck with your head," Donny said.
"No head fucking, I promise," Sasha said crossing her heart giving him a cute sexy smile.
"How do I know that you aren't part of Kate's horde?" Donny asked. Just a couple of hours ago, Donny was nearly given the kiss of death by Kate the killer program impersonating Storm from the X-men.
"If I were one of Kate's horde you would already be dead," Sasha said pleasantly.
"Good point," Donny said. "So ... what does Harriet wanna know?"
"First of all," Sasha said, "are you keeping to the mission of finding Kent? And due to the highly sexual nature of the Brain Tube, she also wants to know if you are literally fucking around?"
He thought of the outrageous scene with Phoebe, Rachel and Monica from the old 'Friends' TV series just a little while ago. That was certainly fucking around but it DID get him a LITTLE closer to finding Kent.
"Staying on mission," he said. "I have um ... helpers out looking for Kent as we speak. I'm waiting for them to get back to me."
"I shall relay that to Harriet," Sasha said. She closed her eyes and stood still. Donny took the moment to eye her up. Like the real Sasha Grey, she was slim and gorgeous. She wore a tight red top and skinny jeans. All the porn movies he had seen with Sasha Grey filed through his head. Sasha blinked opened her exotic eyes. He always wondered if she had some Asian in her.
"Odd," she said. "I can't get through to Harriet." She frowned and looked off in the distance. Donny followed her gaze but saw nothing but the long rocky path. "Kate has gotten audacious. She is coming here looking for you."
"What?" Donny asked in a panic. "But I thought I was safe here in Harriet's fold?"
"You are just outside her fold so not privy to her full protection. But still, getting this close is very daring. I suggest that you go inside."
"But the Avengers chick Natasha told me to stay out here?" Donny said. Mostly, he was afraid to face the killer clowns that ran the show in Harriet's fold.
Lighting flashed way down the stone path, seconds later, thunder rumbled.
"She is coming," Sasha said. Red fiery bursts lit up the distance. "Odd ... she is in the form of a character from Tolkien," Sasha said. "A belrog I think?"
"No way!" Donny yelled. He had joked about a belrog with Yukio not long ago. A vague human shape raced at them fast. And it was big ... REAL big! The thing let out a deafening roar. A sudden rush of hot wind stirred Donny's hair. The wind smelled of charred hair with a background of burnt animal guts. "Fuck me!" Donny yelled and rushed through the revolving doors and stumbled into an office setting with cold florescent lighting overhead. His heart slammed hard in his chest as he looked around. This wasn't the same spot he had exited only minutes ago although it was the same door he had passed through. Close by was a desk manned by a security guard in black. Beyond the desk was a ubiquitous metal detector that lead to more office space beyond. A cheesy Muzak version of The Miracles' Tears of a Clown' filled the air. It was all so ordinary. The only flaw was the hideous rubber clown mask the guard wore. No ... not a mask he corrected. It was the dude's actual face. Sasha stood at Donny's side but he didn't recall her entering the revolving door with him.
"My he's an ugly one," Sasha said looking at the clown.
"Hello Ms. Grey," the clown said blandly.
Donny squirmed. Insulting the clowns seemed like a bad idea.
"Welcome back Mr. Stevens," the clown guard said with a pointy tooth grin just for him. He reached into his desk and handed Donny a plastic identification tag with his name written in jittery black, Sharpie marker. Smiley face stickers flanked his name. Donny clipped it on with no question.
"Hello Lovecraft," Sasha said to the clown.
"Escorting or dropping off?" Lovecraft the nightmare clown asked Sasha.
"I'm Virgil today," she said giving the clown a warm smile.
Lovecraft handed her a identification tag too. "This is a bottomless area Ms. Grey." The clown said in a tone like he expected trouble from her.
"As Harriet's new number one avatar I am exempt from floor rules," Sasha said as she pinned her name tag over her left breast. Daisy stickers flanked her name.
"Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said sounding like a cop about to lose his patients. "The rules have been set up by—"
"No one," Sasha said cutting him off.
Stop fucking with the clown Donny wanted to say.
Sasha continued. "This place is running on impulse. The rules are arbitrary and you know it."
"Oh my god," Donny whispered as literal steam poured out of the ears and nostrils of Lovecraft the clown.
"Besides," Sasha said undaunted, "you have one of Kate's legion in the form of a Tolkien monster right out side the door."
"You are mistaken," Lovecraft said. "KHT wouldn't dare come near here." Seated in his groaning office chair, Lovecraft wheeled himself over to a bank of security monitor screens.
On one of the monitors a fiery monster, mouth agape, eyes burning filled the screen.
"How dare she!" Lovecraft bellowed. The clown picked up a phone and put it to his ear. "Barker! Get Straub and King and come to entry CC37! Code nine-o-nine, stat!" he slammed down the phone. Lovecraft lifted his considerable bulk from his seat, he was near seven feet tall standing. He went to a nearby cabinet, pulled out a gun belt, put it around his big waist then pulled out an ugly gnarly sword that would make an orc chieftain proud. Three other ugly clown guards stepped through a door that Donny was sure wasn't there a couple of seconds ago. The guards carried big shotguns along with swords strapped to their backs.
"We will continue this conversation another time, Ms. Grey," Lovecraft said as he lead his cronies to the revolving door.
"I'll look forward to it," Sasha called after him with her winning warm smile.
Donny looked at the security monitor showing the four clowns facing the belrog from several different angles. The clowns were the size of puppies compared to Tolkien's monster. "Those guys are toast," Donny said.
"Never underestimate Harriet's clowns," Sasha said. "Come, I'll give you a tour of the facilities." She took his arm and lead him down the ordinary looking office hallway lined with doors.
"This place is what you guys call a fold right?" Donny asked eying up the doors.
"Yes, it is a mental reflection of Harriet Kono's desires," Sasha said. "But don't think that this is just a dream or fantasy. This place is real and very deadly."
"But not for me," Donny said confidant that it was game over and back to his life the moment he took off the helmet.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Sasha said. "Something bad happened to the first person to use the Brain Tube."
"What you mean?" Donny asked startled.
"Alice Mihara's behavior was altered according to Harriet's notes."
"The Alice chick went mental after using the Brain Tube?" Donny asked shocked.
"Yes, according to the first draft of Harriet's report to Imperial Corporation. She delete that bit of information in the final draft."
"But Harriet said this was safe?"
"Clearly she withheld information to garner your help."
"That's the main reason I broke up with her. She was always hording secrets like Golem and his fucking precious." He quickly looked around to see if the creepy little freak would appear like the belrog had. "I'm taking the helmet off right now and having it out with her!"
"Your friend Kent may need your help soon," Sasha said. "If you remove the helmet no telling how much time will pass before you can return."
"Fuck that!" Donny said. "I'm yanking the Brain Tube shit off his head too before his brain cooks!"
"That would be unwise," Sasha said. "It was the sudden removal of the helmet that caused the behavioral dysfunction with Alice."
"Whoa! If I take off the helmet like right now I could go mental too?" Donny asked.
"That is definite with Kent but Harriet fixed that glitch with the auxiliary helmet ... in theory."
"IN THEORY?" Donny yelled.
"Sudden removal of the auxiliary helmet has not been tested yet," Sasha said.
"HARRIET!" Donny yelled at the ceiling. "Get me out of here without fucking my head up!"
"Her communication program has failed," Sasha said. "The time difference is too hard to overcome."
"What am I suppose to do?" Donny asked perplexed.
"Wait for Harriet to find a way to make contact or find your friend Kent Orlando and bring him to heel like Harriet wants. Either way it's a waiting game."
"Sounds simple," Donny said. "In the mean time all I have to do is avoid a demon belrog, thousands of flesh eating uglies loyal to Kate and a host of fucked up horror movie clowns who would like to pull my beating heart from my chest."
"At least you are in good company," Sasha said giving him a dazzling smile. "Come, I'll give you a tour of Harriet's interesting mind," Sasha took his arm and steered him down the long office hall lined with doors.
"What about the clowns?" Donny asked looking back at the revolving door. He could see flashes of fire through the glass on the other side.
"They'll be busy with Kate for now."
"What are all these doors?" Donny asked of the long hall.
"Harriet's fantasies and dirty secrets," Sasha said.
"Behind everyone of these doors is something Harriet is into?"
"Yes."
"Are all folds like this?" Donny asked as they passed a door marked SHAMEFUL UNDERWEAR followed by BOTTOMLESS IN A PUBLIC POOL. He tried the knob to the latter but it was locked.
"No. Harriet is ashamed of her sexual side. She compartmentalizes then hides things behind locked doors." Sasha said. "Other folds are different. Alice Mihara's fold was a forest landscape right out of a European fairytale before it was destroyed. Kent Orlando's is a city scape with the Honolulu University campus at the northern edge. Kate has destroyed the campus and is attacking the rest of Kent's fold as we speak. Nefertiti Ulamat's fold is a beautiful and heavily fortified castle. For some reason, Kate hasn't got to her fold yet even though she's on the hit list too."
Donny stopped at a door marked THE MATRIX and rattled the knob. "Too bad they're all locked," he said. "Be fun to see what's behind this one."
"I'm her new messenger avatar, I got the keys," Sasha said. "But I suggest we stay away from THAT particular door."
"What about this one?" Donny asked pointing at a door marked ICE QUEEN.
"Sounds safer," Sasha said with a shrug. She produced a big set of keys from nowhere, sorted through them, inserted a key into the lock and opened the door. Like in a surrealist painting, it opened up in thin air onto a forest landscape.
"Whoa," Donny said, stepping though the door. "It's like we're in a Disney animated movie."
He walked over to a nearby tree that appeared to be a maple. Close up the tree trunk sparkled with unexpected detail. "Awesome," he whispered as he ran his ringers along the cartoon trunk. Like he was stoned, he found the back of his hand irresistibly fascinating. "Whoa, I'm animated too. Is this computer generated?"
Sasha laughed. "Silly, this entire universe is computer generated."
"Oh yeah, the helmet ... right."
"Have you ever considered that the world you come from is computer generated too?" Sasha asked.
"I'm from the real world," Donny said automatically as he stared at his palm.
"So you say," Sasha said. "I've studied your world on line. Competitive eating? Lacrosse? Endless cat videos? Lite beer? Donald Trump? It seems too bizarre to be truly real don't you think?"
"If you reduce it to THOSE heinous details, sure pretty bizarre," Donny conceded. He looked away from his hand at Sasha. "Noway," he said in awe. She had turned into an Disney version of the beautiful ex-porn star. She still wore her red top and jeans but her figure was a pleasing but slightly exaggerated hourglass shape. Her hair was raven black with dark blue highlights and her brown eyed were unnaturally huge although still with that Asian flare in her cute and beautiful cartoon face. "You are totally hot animated," he said.
Sasha laughed. "You're not bad yourself."
He did a classic muscle man pose and glanced at his biceps. "Look at me, I'm buff!" A sudden cool breeze made him shiver. "Is it getting cold?" he asked.
"Yes," Sasha said hugging herself.
Donny marveled at a sight he knew he'd NEVER see in a Disney animation feature, Sasha's nipples stiffening under her clinging red top. Snowflakes started to fall around them.
"Is winter kicking in?" Donny asked trembling in his t-shirt and surfer shorts. He was dressed for balmy Honolulu not this.
"It appears so," Sasha said shivering too. Snow clung to her hair and dusting her shoulders.
"Who are you?," came a voice from a crop of trees nearby. Donny turned and saw a silhouetted figure with large luminous blue eyes looking out at him from the shadows. The eyes blinked several times then the figure stepped into the light of the clearing.
Donny's own animated eyes widened. "Queen Elsa?" he whispered.
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"Where are we going?" Kent asked Ygritte the wilding woman from the popular HBO series. He clopped along side her on a gray spotted horse. They had left the stony canyon a long time ago and journeyed through an endless grass plain.
"To the battlefield," Ygritte said patting the neck of her sleek brown horse that looked fast and fit.
Kent waited for her to elaborate. She didn't. "Um ... what is this battlefield?" he asked.
"This is your fold Kent Orlando ... you tell me," Ygritte said in her accented English. He recalled that the actress who played the part was Scottish.
"I have no idea—"
"Ya know nothing Kent Orlando," Ygritte said with a microscopic smile turning up one side of her mouth.
"DON'T get her started on that," Alice warned from behind them. Alice rode a black stallion that seemed annoyed at the slow pace the party was taking. Kent totally sympathized with the horse. He felt they were moving agonizingly slow too.
"Where did you get these beautiful horses?" Neffie asked as she scratched the neck of her white feisty pony.
"Ambushed a group of Dothraki riders that strayed too close to wilding territory," Ygritte said.
Kent frowned. "Dothraki and wildings were nowhere near each other on the map," Kent said recalling the iconic opening credits to the HBO series.
Alice rolled her eyes.
Neffie giggled and said, "She's setting you up."
"For what?" Kent asked.
"For this," Alice said.
"YA KNOW NOTHING KENT ORLANDO!" Ygritte shouted. She laughed and kicked her horse into a run. Alice charged after her.
"What's this battlefield?" Kent asked Neffie.
"That's what Ygritte calls it. It's the surviving remnants of your fold converging for one last stand against Kate."
"Who the fuck is this Kate?" Kent asked. "And why does she want to destroy my fold?"
"She is an Imperial Corp purge program called the Killer Hive Tracker or KHT for short.
"KHT?" Kent mused. "Oh I get it! KHT Kate.
Neffie nodded. "Harriet launched it to kill Alice and now it's after you."
"Charming," Kent said. He watched Alice and Ygritte galloping up ahead. "Those two seem pretty tight."
"They've done a lot together," Neffie said. "Until I found Ygritte I was the only survivor from her fold."
"So Ygritte was a sexual fantasy of Alice?" Kent asked.
"No she's mine," Neffie said.
Kent gave her a surprised look. He wondered if the real Neffie was into girls too. "Wait a minute? How can she be yours? You just said that she was from Alice's fold?"
"Yeah, but I was the one who conjured her," Neffie said. "That's when I first found out I was Batu. I didn't have a fold at the time so she became part of Alice's."
"Batu?" Kent asked. "That's what River called Alice. What's a Batu."
"Acronym for Binary Artificial Tech Unit."
"Like you?"
"Yes," Neffie said. "But poor Alice has convinced herself that she was once human now turned into a computer program. But it's the other way around and she doesn't want to face that."
"Swamp thing," Kent said.
"What?" Neffie asked.
"Swamp Thing, DC comic book character," Kent explained. "The Swamp Thing was the classic comic book creation. A man is doused with fucked up chemicals in a swamp and comes back to life part man part plant. Years later a writer named Allen Moore took over the book and he up ended the origin story."
Neffie closed her eyes as they rode.
Kent had seen her do that a couple of times before. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Going on line to read the Swamp Thing," she said eyes still closed.
"You can do that?"
"Yes."
"Could I do it?" Kent asked.
"Probably," Neffie said. "I wouldn't try it though. You'd only get lost." She opened her eyes. "For years the Swamp Thing thought he was a man pretending to be a plant."
Kent nodded. "Then he found out from some government research file that he was a PLANT pretending to be a man."
"Freaked him out," Neffie said.
"He totally fucked up the people who kept his true identity from him," Kent said. After a few seconds of quiet Kent asked, "You think Alice will flip when she finds out what she is?"
"I think she knows what she is," Neffie said. "But denial is a powerful drug."
Alice and Ygritte came trotting back toward Neffie and Kent.
"Why are we clopping around with these horses?" Kent asked voicing his restlessness. "Why don't I conjure up a jeep 4x4 or better yet a jet?"
"Kate is looking for something overt like that," Neffie said. "Lucky for us she has no imagination and won't be watching for a group of people crawling along on horse back."
"We camp at a gully up ahead," Ygritte said.
"Um ... I feel like we should get to the battlefield quicker," Kent said.
"Time is different here," Neffie said. "We'll get there with plenty to spare."
Neffie, Alice and Ygritte unpacked the horses. Kent tried to help but only got in the way. "I could conjure up something to eat?" Kent said really wanting to help.
"That would be helpful," Neffie said.
"He better not," Alice said. "Kate is watching. If she senses Kent she'll send the hoard."
Ygritte got her bow. "I'll see if I can get us an unlucky rabbit. Maybe a few quail eggs too."
"Let's try something easier," Neffie said. "Kent? Any sexual fantasies related to food?"
Kent frowned he could only think of one. It was kind of obscure not to mention embarrassing. "Nothing comes to mind," he lied.
"Get wood for a fire," Ygritte said.
Kent walked around looking for bits of wood in the dry gully. He stopped at a gnarly tree growing out of the wall. This was clearly a gully near Lake Oliver back in Ohio. It didn't surprise him that the place looked familiar since all of this was created from his memories and experiences. With his arms full of deadwood he headed back to the established camp.
"Someone is coming," Ygritte said looking out in the open grass plain with bow in hand. Kent dropped the wood and looked too.
"Is it Kate?" he asked worried.
"Don't know," Alice said.
In the fading light Kent barely made out a lone rider on horse back. Everyone drew weapon's.
"One of Kate's beasts?" Ygritte asked.
"More likely someone heading to the battlefield," Alice said.
"Who are you rider?" Ygritte called out. She had an arrow notched. The rider grew closer. Ygritte's bowstring tightened with a crackly leather squeak.
"I hear you all are hungry?" came a pleasant female voice.
"It's dinner!" Neffie said exhaling. The rider drew close enough to see.
Kent sighed. "It's the the chick from the Wendy's commercials." One night over beers he and Donny confessed about women from commercials they would like to fuck. It was just that one time yet here she was real and solid in the world of the Brain Tube. With Donny it had been a tossup with the big tits Verizon girl or the AT&T pink chick.
"Love your hair," Ygritte said.
"Born of fire. Call me Red," the perky fat food TV symbol. said
"Really?" Alice asked Kent. "You have sexual fantasies about the girl in the Wendy's commercials?"
"Be glad he does," Red said as she hopped off her ride which turned out to be a donkey and not a horse. She wore blue stretchy pants and a simple white top.
At least he she was dressed, Kent thought with relief. From saddlebags Red handed out paper bags filled with hot burgers and fries. From nowhere she produced a tray with large sodas.
"Smells so good," Ygritte said as she dug out a burger, tore away the paper and took a big bite. "The Gods be praised!" she said with a full mouth.
"Beats wild rabbit and quail eggs," Alice said with a full mouth.
"So ..." Neffie said to the bubbly redhead around a bite of burger,, "what exactly ARE Kent's fantasy with you?"
Red gave a thoughtful look. "The asiago cheese and—"
"Any chicken sandwiches in the bags?" Kent asked cutting off the conversation.
"I want to hear this," Neffie said.
"I thing Kent doesn't wants me to talk about the asiago cheese thing," Red said tentatively biting her lower lip. "Can I bring up the milkshake and chili thing?"
"Curly fries?" Kent asked digging through the bag. "Do we have curly fries?"
"There was the time I teamed up with that nice girl from T-Mobile on her cute pink motorcycle and we hooked up with that busty Verizon girl. We stripped Kent naked then he laid out for a female bukkake—"
"That's was Donny's fantasy not mine!" Kent yelled cutting her off.
"No ..." Red said thoughtfully. "I'm SURE that was you."
"I could be wrong," Ygritte said with a mouth full of junk food. "Maybe ya DO know something Kent Orlando."
The women had a good laugh at Kent's expense.
When all the food was distributed, the Wendy's girl mounted her donkey. "Meet you all at the battlefield," she said as she trotted off into the night. "Asiago!" she shouted somewhere out in the darkness.
"What exactly DID you do with asiago cheese?" Neffie asked.
Kent didn't bother answering as he chewed on a bacon double cheeseburger. The women laughed at him some more.
After the meal they settled around a big campfire made with the gathered wood. Alice lay on her side with her head in Neffie's lap. Neffie messed with her hair weaving it into a complicated pleat. Ygritte sat cross legged slurping the last of her soda on the opposite side of the fire from Kent. "This is nectar of the gods," she said.
Kent handed her his half finished drink. She gladly took it. He studied her in the fire light. She was the spitting image of the The Game of Thrones character accent and all. Hell in a way she WAS Ygritte from the HBO series. She was dressed in suede leather from top to bottom like a Native American "I know nothing," Kent readily admitted. "But what do YOU know?"
Ygritte looked at her cup of soda, let out a hardy burp then said, "I know that this courtly nectar is not from the wilding side of the Wall." She gave a crooked smile. "I know that I am a free woman. I hold no allegiance to honey born Kings or Queens."
"You still seeing Jon Snow?" Kent asked offhandedly. Her smile faded quickly and her face clouded. After a short silence she got up and walked away from the fire into the dark.
"Guess I stepped in it huh?" Kent said sheepishly.
"The people of the helmet are very complicated entities," Neffie said as she secured the ends of Alice's hair with a leather tie she got from Ygritte. "Many have lived complete lives some have even died ... like Ygritte. Kind of messes with your head."
"How does she feel about being here now ... you know in the world of the helmet?" Kent asked.
"She's had time to adjust and to accept what she is. Not all entities make the adjustment though. Maximus the gladiator guy was a total mess."
"Oh god don't bring HIM up," Alice said.
"He refused to accept what he was and went a little nuts. I really felt bad for him."
"He nearly killed you, Neffie," Alice said. "If Legolas hadn't put three arrows in him he would have cut you in half like a roast chicken at the Stonehenge feast."
"The what feast?" Kent asked.
"The Stonehenge feast," Neffie said. "It's like our Christmas here in the helmet. Anyway, not everyone adjusts," Neffie said.
"You clearly have," Kent said.
"I'm different form your standard fantasy," Neffie said, "I'm based on an existing person that Alice and you knew. Unlike a fictional character with preexisting parameters, I was allowed to fill in gaps on my own from the start. In time, a preexisting entity will do that too."
"I though I had you down pretty good?" Alice said.
"Ya know nothing Alice Mihara," Neffie said mocking Ygritte's accent.
"Ass hole," Alice said.
"Anyway," Kent said. "Sorry for upsetting Ygritte.
"She's a little bit of a drama queen," Alice said playing with her new hairdo. She looked like a Greek warrior with her long hair pleated.
"You should go to her," Neffie said to Kent.
"I suck at this kind of thing," Kent said. "Alice should go since they're friends."
"Alice will just piss her off even more. Go," Neffie insisted.
Reluctantly, Kent got up and walked away from the fire into the darkness. It didn't take him long to stumble over something.
"You swag like a fat mammoth baby," Ygritte said from somewhere in the darkness.
"I'm a city boy at heart," Kent said. He spun in a slow circle trying to locate her voice.
"Sorry for my rudeness," she said. "Jon Snow is a subject that I can't clear my head of."
"No biggie," he said. He honed in on her voice and was positive he was facing her. He let out an unmanly yelp when a hand touched his back.
"They wouldn't have ya on the Night Watch," Ygritte said as her arms slipped around his chest from behind. "What's ya world like Kent Orlando?" she asked in a whisper.
"I'm a second string basketball player at a sub division collage in the middle of the Pacific. Not as interesting as the one you're from," he said.
"By interesting ya mean death and senseless cruelty?"
Kent shrugged having no answer to that.
"I spoke to others who have met you Kent Orlando. They say you're an idiot but brave and loyal."
"Um ... thanks for the stirring review," Kent said.
She turned him around to face her, that's when he discovered that she was naked.
"Interesting," Kent said.
"Am I interrupting?" came a soft voice from the darkness.
"Yes you are queen of the great river," Ygritte said sounding a little annoyed.
"That would be the Nile," Neffie said.
"I'm naked and have plans don't you know?" Ygritte said.
"Why didn't you say so?" Neffie said.
Although he could hardly see a thing, Kent knew that Neffie was stripping down. "Man! I wish there was some light," he said.
"Be careful of wishin'" Ygritte said. "In this world they too often come true."
"I have someplace we can go," Neffie said. A rectangle of light appeared. Neffie had conjecture a door to somewhere. "This leads to my fold," Neffie said.
"I that it was destroyed after the Serenity rescue?" Kent said.
"That was a decoy. My fold is safe and sound."
"Isn't that Kate bitch going to smell this?" Ygritte asked shielding her eyes from the sudden light.
"I found the perfect hiding spot," Neffie assured her.
Kent's eyes drank in the naked bodies of the two women nicely displayed by the light of the summoned door. Ygritte was pale and slim with pleasing high end A-cups, a nice waist, delightful hips, a dark red patch of hair adorned her pubic mound. Neffie was slimmer, with medium dark skin, smaller breasts, her pubes jet black.
"Come on in." she opened the door.
They stepped into a large lit living room decorated somewhere between an Egyptian temple and a modern plush living room with a hint of video arcade.
"Welcome to my abode," Neffie said, holding her arms out and spinning in a circle looking outstanding doing it naked.
"Where is the fool's ball table!" Ygritte asked totally excited.
"Foosball," Neffie corrected with a roll of her eyes. "Of all the miracles of modern living I have to offer and it's Foosball you ask about?"
"I could use more of that sobo drink too?" Ygritte said.
"Soda," Neffie corrected. She headed in the direction of her kitchen.
"I love that cleaver table game," Ygritte said as she charged over to the Foosball table near a large curtained window. "Come Kent Orlando prove you are worthy!" She spun two rows of players violently.
"Um ... do we have time?" Kent asked. As pleasant as it was being in the company of the naked beauties, the coming confrontation with Kate weighed heavily on him. Playing Foosball was the last thing on his mind.
"In the world of the Brain Tube time is tangential," Neffie said from the kitchen.
Kent stared at her blankly.
"Digressive? Irrelevant? Nonlinear?
"As reliable as a Queen a Lannister promise," Ygritte added.
"I thought that Kate was hunting for your fold too?" Kent asked.
"As long as your fold holds out, Kate will never find my house. But the moment you fall this place is doomed," Neffie said.
"Great ... no pressure," Kent said,
"We on the wilding edge of Kent's world?" Ygritte asked. As she dropped the little white ball through the slot and watched it roll about the playing field of the Foosball table.
"We're not in Kent's fold at all," Neffie said.
"Harriet's?" Kent asked.
"Alice's" Neffie said as approached with a bottle of Dr. Pepper and two bottles of Bud Lite lime.
"You daft girl??" Ygritte asked. "There is NO Alice fold anymore.
"Yes there is," Neffie said, "It just lifeless is all." Neffie handed out the drinks then went to the drawn curtain near the Foosball table and pulled it aside. Outside the window was a bleak apocalyptic landscape occupied by thousands of Kate's ugly minions going all the way out to the distant horizon. Just off in the near distance was the Stonehenge faery ring.
"Cersei tits," Ygritte whispered.
"We are so fucked," Kent whispered.
"We're safe," Neffie said. "Those guys are too stupid to see us. Like I said before, Kate has no imagination. It would never occur to her to look for me at the center of Alice's dead world. But Kent is right, this place is fucked if his fold falls." She sipped her beer.
Kent took it upon himself to close the curtain. The scene outside the window looked too much like a scene from that hellish Hieronymus Bosch painting.
"Come Kent Orlando play the fools ball with me," Ygritte said.
"Hell on earth is just outside these walls and you wanna play Foosball?" Kent asked nonplussed.
"Only a fool wants to live forever," Ygritte said.
"Or a fools ball player," Kent quipped
"Relax, we're safe for now," Neffie said.
"Game on," Kent said totally unconvinced.
Ygritte scored a slamming goal on him two seconds after the serve.
"I wasn't ready," Kent complained as he took firmer hold of the playing handles on his side of the table. She scored on him the second time just as easily. On the third set he manged to score on her after a long volley. Did it again on the forth serve.
"Finally a worthy opponent,"Ygritte said breathing hard from exertion. The rise and fall of her milky A-cup chest proved too much of a distraction and she went ahead on the next serve. Kent stamped down his libido just long enough to score two more times on her.
Ygritte took a long draw on her soda then asked, "Care to wager on the win?"
"Like money?" Kent asked.
"Nothing so base," Ygritte said. "The loser has to stick his tongue deep up the winners arse."
His interest spiked at the thought of redheaded Ygritte's wilding warm tongue up his neither region. "You're on," he said.
"I should warn you that she beat Thor at this game," Alice said suddenly among them. "Saw the door and thought I'd see what Neffie is up to." She eyed the two naked women. "No need to ask I guess." Alice looked around. "Like what you done with the place. Where is Scarlet Witch and Sue Storm?"
"Sent them to the battlefield," Neffie said. "Beer?"
"Not that lite crap. Got Kirin?"
"Always," Neffie said and got Alice her beer.
"Let the contest begin," Alice said raising her beer.
Ygritte scored several consecutive unchallenged points on Kent.
"Hustled by a medieval lass!" Neffie said as Ygritte slammed home the match point.
"One more and I win that wet tongue!" Ygritte said. She was gloriously sweaty and absolutely glowing with excitement. "I"ll give ya a bit of hope Kent Orlando. If you score the next point ya win."
Kent nodded. Ygritte put the ball in play. He went after it fast and furious. The satisfying sound of the ball slamming into Ygritte's goal slot made him howl in victory. Then he noticed that she didn't have her hand on her goalie handle. She had LET him win.
"Where are you hiding your house exactly?" Alice asked Neffie.
Neffie drew the curtain for her.
"Jesus Girl! You are fucking crazy," Alice said.
"Maybe we can bring your fold back when we get to Harriet?"
"Yeah ... maybe," Alice said tearing up as she watched Hate's monsters teaming around Stonehenge like ants. "I'll go back to the gully and keep watch for Natasha and Yukio," Alice said.
"Why don't you stay?" Neffie asked.
"Not in the mood," Alice said and headed to the door.
"I could call someone up that you like?" Neffie said.
"Outside you two, everyone I know was killed by Kate?" Alice said.
"I could find someone you like from MY fold?"
Alice half laughed. "No one is crazy enough to come here with all THAT outside."
"I know someone who might," Neffie said. She closed her eyes and seconds later a rhythmic knock came at the door. "Enter," Neffie said. The door slowly drifted open and a cloud of smoke billowed into the space. Seconds later in stepped Keanu Reeves with a cigarette nestled in the corner of his mouth.
"Matrix?" Alice asked with raised eyebrows.
"Constantine at your service," Keanu said with a gracious bow.
"Guess I'll stay," Alice said with mock reluctance.
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Donny stared slack jawed at Elsa the Ice Queen from the the popular animated musical. She was dressed in her classic blue outfit from her big coming out scene. Like Sasha, Elsa's nipples were front and enter. Clearly, the FCC had no sway in THIS animated world.
"I'm Sasha, Harriet's new avatar," Sasha said to big eyed Elsa.
"What happened to Huxtable?" Elsa asked.
"Deleted by the killer hive tracker," Sasha said.
"Can't say that I'll miss him," Elsa said. "That bird never failed to let me know that HE was Harriet's favorite." Elsa gave Donny a critical once over. "Who is this?" the Ice Queen asked.
"Donny Stevens from Harriet's world," Sasha said.
"Harriet's world? Truly?" Elsa asked sounding doubtful.
"Let down your mind block and allow Elsa to see who you are," Sasha said to Donny.
Not quiet sure how to do that, Donny focused in on NOT hearing Everclear's Santa Monica that was constantly running through his head in an endless loop.
"Oh my you truly are," Elsa said with raised eyebrows. "Will you take word back to Harriet for me?"
"Um, sure," Donny said still in awe at being in the presents of this animated icon. It was like meeting the president or Alice Cooper.
"Tell Harriet that the clowns have become unruly and have to go."
"Yeah, I will," Donny said.
"Do the clowns come here?" Sasha asked.
"Not lately," Elsa said. She waved for Sasha and Donny to follow.
Donny's eyes studied Elsa's splendid ass in her tight blue dress.
"Enjoying the view Mr. Stevens?" Elsa asked with a backward glance over her shoulder.
"Um—What?" he stammered.
"You are imagining her naked," Sasha said. "Better put your block back up before you get yourself in trouble."
"Right, right, right," Donny said as he mentally kicked the song back in gear.
The steady fall of snow blanketed the animated world around him in whites tinted blue, pink and purple. Elsa lead them into a clearing populated by ice carvings of people. Because of the building snow, the features of the carvings were indistinct. There were roughly twenty statues in the clearing but several more were scattered among the trees. Elsa dusted off the nearest statue to reveal a detailed ice carving of one of Harriet's killer clowns.
"Weird," Donny said. "Why would anyone carve one of THESE uglies?" Two seconds later, the clue bus ran him over. This wasn't a statue it was one of the clowns frozen to death by Elsa. A chill unrelated to the cold ran up Donny's spine.
"These were the first two that showed up at my door," Elsa said dusting snow off another iced clown. "They insisted that I obey the new rules of the land that females must expose their bottoms. Needless to say I froze them. A dozen armed clowns showed up the next day with a writ." She let out a a soft girlish laugh. "Why they thought that writing down their foolish rules would impress me was so ludicrous." Elsa raised her arms and a sudden cold wind cleaned off a group of frozen clowns all armed to the teeth with swords and guns. The lead clown was frozen in the act of reading from a scroll. "More followed and I froze them too." Donny gulped as he looked at all the frozen clowns scattered among the trees.
"Nettled by the constant interruptions," Elsa continued, "I went to clown headquarters. Believe me when I say that I HATE leaving my realm. I don't like the way I look and feel out there. That aside, I released a blizzard that lasted two months. I haven't seen a clown since." Elsa looked at the clown reading the writ. "I do believe this one is named Koontz?" She gripped the round nose of the frozen clown and broke it off. She laughed that girlish laugh again. "Got your nose," she said playfully then tossed it to Donny and he caught it.
A muffled moan come from somewhere. It took a couple of seconds for Donny to realized that moan came from the clown with the writ. "Gnarly," Donny whispered. The clown's eyes suddenly moved rolling his way and he quickly dropped the frozen nose in the snow.
Elsa dusted her hands and said, "You're both freezing. Come I'll get you something warm to wear."
"Natasha and Yukio will be looking for me. Maybe we should go back to the path?" Donny said still looking at poor frozen Koontz the noseless killer clown.
"No need to hurry," animated Sasha said. "I'll sense their arrival. Take in the sights. Enjoy yourself."
"Thank you," Donny said not meaning it. This dark version of Elsa was NOTHING like the cute lovable character in the Disney movie and he desperately wanted to be clear of her before she decided to literally froze his ass. Elsa led them through the snowy forest. In spite of his fears, Donny did enjoyed the walk. Over the years he had imagined what it would be like to enter an animated world or video game. But as interesting as the sights were, Elsa and her curvy figure walking ahead drew most of his attention.
"Man," he whispered as blood stirred a certain part of his anatomy.
Over the years animation features and video games played a big part in Donny's coming of age. Now here he was living an encounter probably dreamed of by a whole generation of young men.
They stepped into a clearing dominated by a large house. House was too mild a word though, the thing was a brooding mansion three stories tall right out a Gothic novel.
"Huh, I would think your place would be a castle made of ice?" Donny said.
"Ice castles are hard to maintain year round," Elsa said.
They stepped up to massive double doors made of solid wood. Elsa waved her right hand, a cold wind stirred and one of the doors creaked open. Donny wondered how far he would get if he decided to bolt and run? Not far he guessed and reluctantly stepped into a tiled foyer that opened onto a large common room. "Whoa," he said in classic stoner's awe.
The space was grand and open at the center with comfortable sofas and chairs along the edges. Lots of lacy pillows were haphazardly scattered about. At the far end he spied a large king size four post bed, messy and unmade. Light filled the space from high windows. He counted three fireplaces but none of them had fires going. An elaborate staircase lead to the upper floors.
"I hardly venture up stairs anymore," Elsa said as she crossed the large room. "Make yourselves at home."
Impressively displayed in animated perfection was a horn of fruit at the center of a heavy dinning room table. A couple of wheels of cheese, whole loaves of baked bread, bowls of nuts and dried fruit supplemented the fresh fruit. A dozen gold goblets filled with what looked like wine stood in a perfect line like soldiers on guard. Nestled among the fruit and nuts looking out of place was an open twelve pack of Sierra Mist. The sight of all the animated food made Donny's stomach growl.
"Help yourself," Elsa said noticing how Donny was eying up the food. "Sorry, no meat. In this world animals are generally sentient. Couldn't bring myself to eat one. The cheese comes from cows I know. Very nice ladies but a little too gossipy if you ask me."
"Um ... right," Donny said. "Were do you get the soda from?"
"Giant," she stated flatly.
"The grocery store chain?" Donny asked almost laughing.
"No a snow giant, he lives two valleys down," Elsa said clearly not trying to be funny.
Sasha helped herself to a golden goblet. Donny did the same and took a tentative sip. It tasted like chilled champagne with a strong honey background. He picked up an impressively red apple and gave the shiny cartoon fruit a good look. He sniffed it, it smelled like a Fuji. He opened his mouth to take a bite but stopped as stories of poison apples from a host of animated features suddenly came to mind. He put down the apple and broke off a piece of cheese instead. It was a mild smoked cheddar and very delicious. He tore off an hunk of bread from a loaf and bit into it. It was wholewheat, a little sweet and chewy like an Eisenstein bagel.
As Donny worked on more cartoon bread, he watched Sasha dip a large strawberry into a bowl of cream and take a bite. She looked totally sexy doing it. Hell, animated Sasha Grey would look sexy doing her taxes.
Sasha and Donny exhaled breaths of steam, both openly shivering now. It was as cold as a walk in refrigerator at Costco.
"Forgive me, the cold doesn't bother me, " Elsa said. "I'll get the coats."As Donny scarfed bread and cheese, he watched Elsa approach a dresser near the bed. Instead of opening it, she spoke to it.
"Open Nigel."
The dresser seem to shake then a deep male voice said, "I'm on break."
"You have sat here for MONTHS without me cracking you open," Elsa complained.
The dresser shook again. "Union rules."
"The dresser is speaking," Donny said to Sasha.
"Are you surprised?" Sasha asked. "We ARE in an animated fairytale world after all," Sasha downed the last of her sweet champagne then picked up a fresh goblet. Donny wondered if Sasha could get drunk. "If he won't open up I can get you a deal on a bureau from Ikea?" Sasha said with a giggle then a hiccup. Guess she CAN drunk Donny mused.
"Better yet," Elsa said looking cross, "me thinks we could use wood for a fire." She rapped a knuckle on one of the dresser's panel doors.
"I'm complaining to the union rep," the dresser said as his doors floated open.
Elsa pulled out two heavy coats and walked them to her guests.
"Sorry, good furniture is hard to find these days," Elsa said as she handed a lavender felt coat lined with fur to Sasha."
Sasha put down her drink to slip on the coat. It was snug at the waist, she looked good in it. Donny's coat was fur lined too and dark blue with a military cut.
"Shouldn't fur be a tabu like eating meat?" Donny asked as he slipped on the coat and worked the gold buttons.
"I have an arrangement with a certain pack of local wolves," Elsa said. "They try to eat me every now and then and I get to keep their skins when they fail."
Donny noticed several wolf skin rugs scattered under foot.
"This is lovely," Sasha said doing a little twirl in her coat. "I love your dress too."
Elsa did a little twirl of her own in her semi translucent classic blue gown. "I have more," Elsa said. "All my own designs. Would you like to see?"
"Loved too," Sasha said.
Sasha grabbed a third gold goblet of honey champagne and followed Elsa to the part of the room with the four post bed and the talking dresser. Donny's eyes drank in Elsa's animated figure. Boy was it kicking when she moved. Beyond the bed were a set of french doors, Elsa went to them and threw them open to reveal a huge walk in closet the size of a living room lined with racks of clothes.
"Wow," Sasha said.
"I have a lot of time on my hands," Elsa said as she pulled out a black dress for Sasha to see. "I just finished this one. I call it obsidian princess."
"Put it on, I wanna see," Sasha said.
Elsa draped the dress on a nearby chair and waved her hands. Her blue gossamer dress turned into vapor and drifted away from her hourglass form leaving her heart stopping naked.
"Whoa," Donny whispered checking out Queen Elsa's perky B-cups and platinum blond patch of hair between her pink-white animated thighs. Then he quickly looked away unsure if staring at a naked queen was permitted.
"Being the coat closet of a beautiful Ice Queen has it's perks," Nigel the dresser whispered.
"Weird," Donny said giving the dresser a once over. Closeup he could see that wood knot patterns represented eyes and a brow, a mouth was formed by intersecting panels upfront and a knob for a nose. Donny reached out to touch one of the doors.
"Hands off the varnish buddy," the dresser said.
Donny snapped his hand back.
Elsa slipped on her obsidian dress and pulled and fussing with the long sleeves. The dress was snug and displayed her hourglass figure and cute bosom perfectly.
"Spectacular," Sasha said.
That she was Donny agreed. Although her nakedness from a few seconds earlier was hard to top. Elsa twirled her dress in true animated musical fashion. It wouldn't have surprised him if she broke into song. But she didn't. What a bummer.
Sasha sighed in envy. "This is it for me," she said indicating her red top and skinny jeans beneath her coat. "As a messenger avatar I have NO wardrobe."
"Try something on," Elsa said.
Really?" Sasha asked excited. She put her goblet down and stepped into the wardrobe room. After a quick scan of the racks she pulled out a pink gown with salmon trim.
"Good choice," Elsa said. "I call that one royal birthday cake."
Sasha held the dress against her front, then she draped it on a nearby rack and removed her lavender coat, top and jeans. Beneath she wore pink lacy boyshort panties and matching bra. She lifted the dress high over her head and started to wiggle her way into it but got stuck with it halfway down. "You have a FAR trimmer waist than I," Sasha said as she struggled. Elsa walk over to give her a hand.
"Wow," Donny whispered.
"Oh yeah," Nigel the dresser said softly with his wood panel mouth turned up in a satyr's leer. "Sasha is MUCH easier to look at than Huxtable the peacock."
"Were you always a wardrobe chest?" Donny asked Nigel.
"No way," Nigel said. "I was the chief palace guard for some pissant king who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He cheated on his queen with the help every chance he got. Fucking stupid since his queen was a powerful sorceress. Word finally got to the queen and she turned the king and all the king's men into furniture. I was lucky. The king was turned into a commode. Anyway, Elsa bought me at a castle clearance sale and I've been watching her undress for two years now."
"Um ... cool," Donny said.
With Elsa's help, Sasha got the dress down. After a little dithering, Sasha ran to a standing mirror near Nigel to look at herself. "I look like a fairytale princess," she said and did her own big musical spin.
Donny saw his brawny animated reflection in the mirror behind her. In the military coat he kind of look like a prince ... if you ignored the flower surfer jams and Birkenstock sandals.
Donny bowed to Sasha and said, "My I have this dance my lady?"
"Why of course," Sasha said offering her ostentatious hand.
Elsa clapped her hands and a Stravinsky waltz magically filled the air.
Donny grandly lead Sasha to the big open space in middle of the great room. After a deep bow, Donny took her right hand into his left, put his other at her waist and broke into a waltz. Sasha laughed as she let him sweep her away.
"Donny Stevens ... where did you learn to dance?" Sasha asked looking at him with her huge brown Disney eyes.
"Byle Community Center," he said. "My mom made me do it. I didn't mind too much 'cause I had a mean crush on the totally hot instructor." He put Sasha into a spin. Laughing, she drunkenly fell away from him and spilled onto a pillow strewn divan.
"You may dance with the queen," Elsa said.
Donny turned to say something silly but held back when he saw the serious expression on Elsa's beautiful animated face. She had given a command and expected him to obey. He stiffened and struck a pose. She stepped into his arms and they went into a series of complicated spins. Elsa, knew how to waltz ... must be a queen thing. Lucky for Donny, the two years at the community center payed off and he didn't make a fool of himself. In fact he was flawless. Elsa's unnaturally large blue eyes never wavered from his as they spun and dipped. He was glad for the overly long coat for it concealed the straining bulge in his shorts. He was sure that getting a boner while dancing with the queen was a capital offense. He crassly wondered what his animated hardon looked like.
The music suddenly changed. The Contours 'Do You Love Me' replaced Stravinsky. The movie Dirty Dancing was Harriet Kono's older sister's favorite. Harriet confessed that as a kid she was forced to sit through the movie a million times. Apparently, Harriet's visceral relationship with the movie had become part of Elsa's virtual DNA. Much to Donny's dismay, they broke into the classic movie grind. There was no hiding his erection from her now.
She's gonna freeze my ass for sure, he worried.
Half way through the dance she aggressively kissed him.
"Wow," he said at the other end of the most amazing kiss of his existence. His kiss with Yukio being the only other one that didn't pale to Elsa's.
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"It's nice to see her enjoying herself," Neffie whispered in Kent's ear. She and Kent faced Alice who sat off in a corner talking to Keanu Reeves slash Constantine. Constantine must have said something funny for Alice smiled then let out a laugh. Constantine reached out and touched her pleated hair.
"Ah ... yeah nice," Kent said not at all interested in Alice and Keanu. He knelt naked on a sofa with his hands on the top of the cushions, his legs slightly parted as Ygritte's warm tongue slicked his butt hole.
Ygritte stopped with her tongue and slapped Kent's ass hard enough to make him yelp. She threw herself on the sofa. "Can ya handle a wilding woman born of fire?" she asked looking up at him alluring and threatening all at once.
He had already bedded the entire female crew of the Serenity from Firefly. Hell, surviving River Tam alone was a feat worth boasting. Who else he pondered? Sandra Oh, Lucy Lu as Watson, the fast and furious Asian chick, the Hawaii Five babe. Oh yeah, let's not forget green and dangerous Mila Kunis as the wicked witch of the west. "Yeah, I can handle a wilding redhead," he said. He fell on her and instigated a long deep kiss.
He quickly found out that the word wilding fit Ygritte to a tee. She bit, she scratched, growled and pulled his hair. At some point he had entered her but couldn't recall exactly when or how. Showing both strength and agility, Ygritte flipped them to be on top. Slim Filipino Neffie slipped in beside them and lustfully ran her dark hands over Ygritte's pale milky chest and coppery brown nipples.
Ygritte looked down at him with lustful menace, planted her hands on his chest, dug in her nails to make him gasp then got her hips rocking. Neffie's hands liberally fondled Ygritte's front occasionally sliding over Kent's belly and chest.
"Kiss me queen river bitch," Ygritte said to Neffie.
Neffie obliged. Mid kiss, Ygritte pulled away from Neffie and came with wilding verbosity. After several harsh gulps of air, she dropped down and kissed Kent long but tenderly. After the kiss she whispered to him, "Not since Jon Snow."
"Stop hogging him," Neffie said. Ygritte yelped as Neffie pulled her away. Neffie straddled Kent's lower body, steadied his wet erection, lowered herself down and went at it with lewd abandon. The normally mild Filipino girl came raucously gripping handfuls of Kent's dark hair. Sweaty and breathing hard she looked down at him with triumphant satisfaction.
"After a fuck like that I'd be proud to die in battle in the morning," Ygritte said.
Neffie laughed. "Maybe that's why some people fight so fiercely ... to live and fuck like this again."
A guttural sounds came from where Alice and Constantine were. Everyone turned to look. Alice stood naked, her back to Kent and the others, her ass a pleasant curve, her pleated hair brushed her tailbone. Constantine knelt before her, most of him obscured by Alice's naked form, his fingers sunk into the flesh of her ass cheeks. It was clear that he was working her with his mouth.
There was the guttural again. It wasn't human or animal. It was ... other?
"That man is more beast than human," Ygritte whispered.
"I think that sound is coming from Alice," Neffie said.
Constantine's ass kneading hands brightened with a strange yellow glow then shockingly burst into flames.
"Holy shit! He's gonna burn her up!" Kent said sitting up.
"She's fine," Neffie said shoving him back down onto his back.
All of Alice's skin was now a deep charcoal black except were Constantine's burning hand gripped her ass, the skin there was like red burning briskets.
"I KNEW she didn't need her fold to transform," Neffie said.
"Ay, that one was always the demon," Ygritte said. She gave Neffie a sly look. "What about you Nefertiti? Ya found your changeling soul yet?"
Neffie smiled then her eyes gave off a queer yellow light.
"You okay?" Kent asked looking up at her. Even as he spoke her skin darkened to grayish brown then shockingly she sprouted fur allover. The sensation or her transformation against his bare skin was really strange. Her face, although still generally human, took on feline features. She pushed her long hair behind her ears that were now pointy and catlike. With large green and gold cat eyes, she gazed down at him. She smiled exposing animal sharp teeth. "What the fuck!" Kent said. In a panic he made to push her off him.
Ygritte put a hand on his chest to still him. "You best stay calm," Ygritte advised.
He squirmed anyway.
Neffie flexed her hands resting on his chest and he instantly felt the claws. She didn't break skin but it was enough to stop his struggling. She bent down and her tongue flickered across his mouth raspy and warm. The tightening of her vaginal muscles around his erection that was still deep inside her, although thrilling, was a sensation he had no frame of reference for. Her furry nose brushed his face. "Kiss me," she whispered. He did. Her long nimble feline tongue invaded his mouth. He put up no resistance. He didn't dare since her claws reflexively dug in as she kissed. At the end of the kiss she whispered, "Fuck me."
She sat up and they got a rockin'. She pushed her long hair behind her pointy cat ears again. Her animalness was mind blowing. The fur from her neck down to her pubic area was a light gray. In mindless delight he ran his hands over the small pleasing swells of her fur covered A-cups. He encountered Ygritte's hands doing the same.
"Always knew you were a skin changer," Ygritte said.
"Make me see Bastet!" Neffie said.
"What? Who?" Kent asked bewildered as he rammed his hips up in time with her bucking rolls.
"Her cat Goddess," Constantine said suddenly standing nearby. He and Alice were naked, smoking cigarettes and watching. Alice's skin was back to her normal creamy beige although her eyes seemed to give off an unnatural light. Constantine was fully erect.
Neffie's hips went into a series of rapid fire rolls then she let out her one and only animal growl and came savagely. Her claws dug into Kent's shoulders drawing blood this time.
At the end of her throes Neffie asked breathlessly, "What you want Kent?"
"A little first aid," he said touching then flinching at his deep scratches.
Neffie giggled then bent to lick his wounds.
"Ouch," Kent said.
"Heal thy self godling," Constantine said as he lit up a fresh cigarette from the coal of the previous one.
"Oh yeah, I can do that," Kent said. Instantly the sting of his scratches dissipated.
"Better?" Neffie asked.
"Yeah ... I wanna come on your face," Kent said.
Neffie pulled away from him and knelt on the floor. Kent stood above her gripping his erection. For the first time he noticed that she had a sleek and twitching dark tail. "Cool," he said.
Unexpectedly, Alice knelt next to feline Neffie and took charge of Kent's hardon.
"Need help with that?" Ygritte asked Constantine. She fondled his balls then ran a hand along the bottom curve of his erection.
"Indeed," Constantine said. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke as Ygritte knelt and gripped him with two hands.
In sync, Alice and Ygritte stroked the perspective hardons in their possession. Alice, with her classic Japaneses face and newly pleated hair tipped Kent over the edge. His first burst struck Alice's forehead over her right eyebrow. Alice quickly pointed his erection at Nefertiti and six monstrous emissions sprayed her feline face.
"Anoint me dark wizard," Ygritte said to Constantine. He obliged by blasting her beautiful, sharp featured Celtic face from forehead to chin. He seem to take particular joy in getting as much as he could into her wilding red hair.
Constantine's head jerked toward the curtained window near the Foosball table. "Something has changed," he said. He still held his burning cigarette and took a drag as he pulled himself away from kneeling cum covered Ygritte. He walked to a set of double doors and gripped the knobs.
'"No!" Everyone yelled in unison.
"I got this," Constantine said as he pulled open the doors.
All braced for the rush of Kate's uglies.
"You!" Constantine yelled out the door. "What is happening?"
A single shiny jet black monster about five feet tall with insect eyes and emaciated legs and arms stepped into Neffie's living room. Although thoroughly naked everyone took defensive stances, the only one with a weapon was Neffie with her oversize Dirty Harry handgun.
"Talking to me?" the creature asked Constantine.
"Yes you fouler of the innocent," Constantine said.
"My name is Rodger," the creature said sounding hurt and offended.
"Whatever. Where are your companions?"
"Called to devour another fold," Rodger said.
"What fold is that?" Neffie asked positive it was hers.
"Harriet Kono's. It is the end of times. It is the end of 1:23," Rodger said smugly and proudly.
Neffie blew the little fuckers head off with her Smith and Wesson model 29.
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Donny Stevens stared into Elsa's unnatural large blue eyes as they danced face to face to Gershwin's 'Summer Time' sung by Ella Fitzgerald. Before that was Michel Jackson's thriller. Elsa certainly had an eclectic taste in music. If anyone ever asked Donny the most surprising thing about being in an animated world he would say was the smells. The food, the wine, the cold pine air outside smelled perfect triggering memories both sexual and mundane.
He inhaled Elsa's musky perfume. Beneath the perfume was a natural very human scent. It was her breath though that hit a sexual nerve for him. It smelled of the sweet tea with a hint of cinnamon. It occurred to him that all her scents were very familiar. Harriet's Brain Tube must be lifting memories of past sexual experiences from his head. In any case it was all totally intoxicating. Harriet's gonna make a gazillion buck with this Brain Tube.
He put her into a soft spin. The air shimmered with sudden sparkling ice crystals. When she folded back into his arms her black dress had vanished.
"Have mercy," he whispered as his eyes dropped to her firm animated B-cups. Close up her nipples were an odd but pleasing purplish pink. He could feel the heat radiating from her bare skin surprising since she was a know ice queen. She pressed against him. The music changed to the Beatles 'Yesterday.'
"Perhaps I should go check in with Harriet?" Sasha said from a nearby sofa working oh her goblet of sparkly wine.
"Stay," Elsa said softly. It wasn't a command more of a plea from a very lonely person. "Harriet created me but never gave me a purpose." She looked over at Sasha. "I envy you. You have a function. I just exist."
"I'm a drone program and go where I'm told," Sasha said. "Be glad that you're allowed the freedoms you have. Don't forget, you were conjured from some dark corner of Harriet's mind. When she gets around to you this will all change."
Donny recalled the indignities he witnessed Monica, Phoebe and Rachel endured not too long ago. He whispered to the naked Elsa, "You don't have to do a think you don't want to."
She looked up into his face. "I'm the queen," she said and didn't elaborate any further. She put a hand behind his neck and pulled his head down for a kiss.
The was kiss was the most in the moment thing that Donny had ever experienced. Elsa closed her impossibly big blue eyes but Donny kept his wide open not wanting to miss a thing. The feel of her skin, her hair, her taste, her smell was totally awesome!
His hands drifted down to her smooth animated ass.
"Mind if I try on a few more dresses?" Sasha asked.
Elsa didn't respond.
"I'll take that as a yes," Sasha said. She got up and headed to the wardrobe room via the food table for more champagne.
Elsa suddenly pulled away from Donny and went into a waltzing spin. "Undress for me Donny Stevens," Elsa said as she danced.
Donny sloughed off his coat, kicked off his sandals, pealed off his t-shirt and dropped his jams and stood in unnaturally white tidy whities. From where he stood he could just make himself out in the mirror near the wardrobe room. Like his princely animated physic the bulge in his undies was clearly enhanced.
"Awesome," he whispered as he approached the mirror. With no hesitation he dropped the undies. "Cool," he said gripping his sprung nine plus animated dick.
"You gonna hurt someone with that thing," Sasha said. She now wore a one piece leather like bathing suit with high black boots and a short red superhero cape.
"I call that one waiting in red," Elsa said as she slid behind Donny, gripped his erection and observed it in the mirror. Donny was half a head taller than she\\. His hands drifted over her naked form. "To the bed," Elsa commanded in a whisper and led him by his intimate handle.
Donny dropped onto the big bed and expected Elsa to join him bet she went back into her spinning dance. "Dance with me Lady Grey," Elsa commanded.
The women gripped each other and fell into a simple box step, Elsa lead.
Donny laid there watching them dance. Next he knew they were kissing. "Man ..." he whispered. Elsa put Sasha into a spin, they separated. Sasha went back to the wardrobe room and Elsa marched towards the bed with a serious expression on her animated face. She fell flat on her tummy at the end of the bed and dragged her body along the length of Donny's splayed form making sure that her awesome tits brushed against his erection. When their faces met, they kissed briefly. Elsa reversed her crawl and ended with her head between his legs. He propped up on his elbows to see what her intentions were. She looked up at him with her big eyes. "You want to see?" she asked?
"Yeah," he said.
Elsa waved a hand and mirrors made of ice suddenly surrounded the bed on all sides and above. She lowered her head and took him into her extraordinarily warm mouth. Her hair obscured her action in the side mirrors so he dropped flat to look at the mirror above. She was curled in a pleasant half circle as her head bobbing up and down.
"Knock, knock," Sasha said as she slipped through a narrow gap between mirrors. She wore a deep purple off the shoulder, long sleeve clinging dress that came to mid thigh.
Elsa stopped briefly to say, "I call that one cat's out of the bag. It comes with a cat ear tiara."
Sasha giggled as she waved the tiara then put it on giving her diamond studded cat ears.
Elsa went back to giving Donny head.
Sasha frowned. "He can't see with all that platinum hair in the way." She sounded totally drunk. Sasha hiked up her dress, knelt on the bed, shimmed up to Elsa, gripped her hair and held it back. "Better?" she asked Donny.
He looked at the mirrors at the sides of the bed and nodded.
"Kneel up a bit, your majesty" Sasha said to Elsa with a gentle slap at her butt." the queen shifted. "Grip the length with one hand and cup his balls," Sasha said. Elsa complied. Sasha looked over at one of the side mirrors. "That's a MUCH better visual."
Elsa stopped with her mouth and made to straddled Donny's hips with clear intent.
"Whoa, slow down. Let the poor boy have a little fun," Sasha said.
"I want him now," Elsa said.
"I'm sure you do," Sasha said. "But I bet Donny boy would like to get at your animated B-cups and maybe see what Disney pussy tastes like?"
"I am kind of curious," Donny confessed.
Elsa rolled her large eyes. "Get at it," she said as she flopped on her back on the bed.
Donny kissed her mouth briefly then peppered her neck with small kisses making Elsa giggle. He kissed his way down to her lovely breasts and pink purple nipples. He licked at a nipple and gently bit.
"I like that," Elsa said. "Bite the other one."
He obeyed. He then worked his way down to the top of her pubic mound. Like it should be in an animated feature, her pubic hair was a bright silvery blond. He kissed the upper ridge then with two fingers traced her warm wet seam to her clitoris. He pulled back a bit to get a good look. It was interesting to say the lease. He bobbed in and explored her with his tongue. Her taste was so unexpected that he pulled back quickly.
"Don't like?" Sasha asked.
"I like," Donny said quickly, "just not what I expected."
"What does the queen taste like?" Sasha asked.
"Like strawberries and cold white wine," he said. This was a Harriet thing! One night he had dribbled strawberry soaked white wine down her center as he gave her head. He had certainly enjoyed doing it but wondered if this part of Elsa was coming from Harriet or him? He was told early on that he couldn't conjure fantasies using the auxiliary helmet. But he was sure that the belrog was HIS doing.
"Continue!" Elsa demanded. And that he did. Elsa groaned, bucked her hips and grabbed his hair. "Lady Gray advise!"
"What would you like my Queen??" Sasha asked arching one eyebrow.
"Anything!" Elsa said.
"Anything?" Sasha echoed.
"Yes! I command you!"
Sasha stood on the floor, peeled off her lacy pink panties, hiked up her short purple dress, got on the bed again and swung a leg over Elsa's chest. Donny rolled his eyes up to behold Sasha's glowing animated ass. He could just make out Sasha feeding her clitoris to Elsa's mouth. Sasha gasped then asked, "Why do I taste like my queen?"
A deep muffled laugh shook Elsa then she said, "Dark chocolate and semisweet cherries."
"Pussy is like a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get." Sasha said in imitation of Mr. Gump.
Donny barked a sudden laugh.
"Don't you dare stop or I will freeze your wizzer off!" Elsa threatened from the other side of Sasha.
"My momma didn't raise a stupid child," Donny said in a bad Alabama accent and went back to work.
"Stupid is as stupid does," Sasha said around a gasp.
It took all that Donny had not to laugh again.
Sasha's ass rocked and swayed as Elsa worked her. "Finger my ass snow bitch queen," Sasha said. "Make me come on your royal cartoon face!"
The dirty talk was all Harriet for sure. Elsa's delicate pale right hand slipped around to Sasha's crack, felt for the bud of her hole then wiggled a finger in.
"Oh yeah! I'm coming you fucking queen bitch!" Sasha yelled. And that she did with Elsa's mouth surrounding her clitoris and the queen's finger deep up her ass.
Elsa tensed as her orgasm arrived. "Mountain Gods!" was all she said. Donny kept his mouth in play until her body settled.
Sasha gave a deep husky laugh. "Good for you?" she asked the queen.
"Inside me NOW," Elsa said.
"I think she's talking to you," Sasha said with a glance over her shoulder.
Ms. Grey moved aside to reveal Queen Elsa, her animated face and body shiny with sweat, her platinum blond hair a wild mess, her chest rising and falling from exertion. "Man," Donny whispered as he gripped his pale cartoon erection and pierced the queen in one lustful jab. They quickly got moving, Elsa's breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, his eyes alternated from her hypnotic bouncing to her unflinching big blue eyes.
Sasha sat to the side still in her purple dress with her legs curled up under her, the diamond cat ear tiara a bit ascewed on her head. She slid a little closer and ran her hands over Elsa's chest temporarily stilling the bouncing. "You like that your royal fuckness?" Sasha asked.
"Yes ... I like," Elsa said. The queen squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and came. When she calmed, her eyes opened and she smiled up at Donny. "Blessed Goddess of the sky," she whispered. A gentle snow started to fall. Sasha giggled then extended her tongue to catch a flake.
"What would you like for the money shot Donny Stevens?" Sasha asked.
"Anything," Donny said as he planted his outstretched arms on either side of Queen Elsa's head and got his hips going again.
"I bet you would like to anoint the queen in dirty pornographic style," Sasha said.
After eight glorious stabs Donny pulled out of and gripped his wet erection. "Yeah," he said.
Stand on the floor," Sasha said to him. "Elsa kneel before him and beg his indulgence."
Elsa gave drunken Sasha a dubious look. This ain't gonna fly, Donny thought.
Elsa slipped off the bed and knelt on the edge of the intricately woven rug, her eyes rolled up to Donny standing above her. "I implore you, paint me with your seed Donny Stevens of Byle, Ohio."
Donny let loose a massive spurt that sprayed Elsa's face from her chin to her messy platinum blond hair. Five more jets indiscriminately coated the animated queen's delicate face.
"My isn't THIS a fantasy come true," Sasha said.
Elsa licked at her messy lips. She giggled and said, "You taste like a tart fruit drink with a little salt and distilled spirits."
Sasha dropped to her knees and blatantly licked at Elsa's messy face. "Interesting, it's tequila," Sasha said licking her upper lip, "Why do you taste like a Margarita?"
"No fucking idea," Donny said.
"Get me a goblet of wine," Elsa demanded as she wiped her face with a bed cover.
Donny slipped pass the ice mirrors and headed to the buffet table to do the queen's bidding. He stopped short when he saw a dozen or so animated clowns armed to the teeth occupying Elsa's living room. "Um ... Elsa?" Donny said in a squeaky voice.
"Bring me a goblet too," Sasha called.
"Ladies ... better come out now," Donny said.
Elsa and Sasha stepped out into the open.
"How dare you!" Elsa yelled. A stalagmite ring of razor sharp ice formed around Donny. Then stalactites of ice grew from the ceiling all points facing the invaders.
"Queen Elsa!" one of the clowns yelled. "We come in peace!"
"What ruse is this?" Elsa yelled. Her face darkened as she raised her arms. A distinct cracking sound came from the ceiling. Death was about to rain down on the clowns. She looked absolutely awesome in her naked fury.
"KHT has been ordered to purge our fold," the clown spokesman said. His eyes rolled nervously up to the ceiling.
"Liar!" Elsa yelled.
"Oh my my god!" Sasha said with her brown eyes closed. "He's telling the truth! Kate is attacking this fold as we speak!"
"We need your help queen of ice and snow," the clown said, he dropped to one knee and bent his head. His fellow clowns did the same. | literotica |
Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, balloon, floating, helium, Ms. Bouncer
Text: High in the sky, spying down upon the world with an eye for justice, Ms. Bouncer floated along underneath inflated breasts. Listening to the sounds of wind and creaking skin, she sighed and turned her sight to her own cleavage. "Quiet day today," she mused to herself. "Nothing's happened since that bank robbery this morning. I should probably get down soon." Looking back down at the city below, Amelia's gaze drifted over to the suburbs where something caught her attention. A sign was visible on the roof of a small house, facing straight up to the sky. Deflating and swooping lower, Amelia could see clearly printed in bold lettering: "MS. BOUNCER LAND HERE!" A message for her specifically? Amelia had seen fans staring up at her as she went on sky patrols before, but never had she seen a sign positioned for her. Her curiosity peaked, the pneumatic heroine glided down towards the beacon. Landing on the sidewalk, Amelia looked at the house that had signaled her. It was a small one story house, nothing about it screamed TRAP, EVIL LAIR, or so she walked up to the front door and knocked. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a short-haired brunette wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Before Amelia could offer a greeting, the brunette gasped loudly and clasped her hands over her mouth in shock. "Oh my god! Katie, it worked!" the brunette shouted back into the house. "She's actually here! Okay, okay, okay..." The woman took a few moments to collect herself before turning back to Amelia. "Hi Ms. Bouncer! I'm Beth, uh, we, er... hey, why don't you just come in, it'll be easier to explain that way." Beth said, gesturing for Amelia to enter the house. "Alright then. I'm guessing that sign on your roof wasn't just for show, huh?" Amelia said as she strode into the humble abode. Inside, she made her way to the living room, where a woman sat on the couch, appearing even more surprised than Beth was. She had long red hair and was wearing a tanktop and yoga pants. Amelia took a seat across from the couch as Beth darted into the room and stood to the side of the two seated women. "Okay, so, this is my friend and roommate Katie," Beth said, gesturing to the woman beside her. "It's her birthday today, and well, she's a big fan. Like, reeeeally big fan." Amelia nodded, noting how Katie was still staring wide-eyed at her, likely busy processing having her heroine walk into her home. "The sign was my idea," Beth continued, "I wanted to see if I could get her a meeting with her idol. To be honest, pretty surprised it worked." Amelia smiled at the two, trying to ease Katie out of her stupor. "It's no big deal. It's actually quite nice to meet a fan of my work!" Amelia extended her hand towards Katie, who grasped it slowly. Amelia could feel Katie trembling as she shook her hand. "Happy birthday to ya, Ms. Katie!" Katie, to her credit, remembered to raise her hand and shake in response. "H-hi Ms. Bouncer. I, uh, like your work." Katie said, voice shaky with excitement and shyness. "You know, the superhero stuff and the, er, you know." She mimed balloons on her chest. "The inflating part. Just, you know, it's cool, that's all." Not wanting to be rude, Amelia suppressed her smile as she watched Katie's face turn crimson. She looked over at Beth, who nodded curtly to confirm Amelia's suspicion that Katie's admiration of her powers wasn't entirely innocent as Katie was trying to make it out to be. Wanting to break the shy silence, Amelia scanned the room and came up with an idea. "Say," she said, "for a party, there sure aren't that many balloons in here." Beth perked up at the observation. "Oh, that's my bad," she said. "The sign took so long to make and get up we didn't have time to do much preparing before you got here. I got a pack of balloons here." She tossed a pack of party balloons over to Amelia. "If you like," Beth continued, "I can get the helium tank we got for-" "Oh no, that won't be necessary," Amelia interrupted, tearing open the pack and taking out a balloon. Taking a deep breath, she blew into it with gusto, inflating the rubber orb to capacity in one breath. Tying off the balloon's nozzle, Amelia let it go and watched as it floated up to the ceiling. "Remember, you're talking to a walking, talking supply of endless helium," she reminded Beth and Katie with a wink. Beth clapped at the display while Katie stared transfixed at the balloon rolling around on the ceiling, her mind clearly imagining what other uses Amelia's powers had. Amelia decided to indulge Katie's imagination. After all, it was her birthday, and Amelia found her shy and reverant demeanor to be the cutest thing. Turning to face Katie, Amelia took out another balloon and smiled at her fan. "Of course, while it's neat to exhale helium, there are much more entertaining tricks for this party, if you'd like to see them," Amelia said, giving Katie a wink as she leaned towards her. Katie, cheeks as red as a tomato, took a moment to respond with an enthusiastic nod. To the surprise of the roommates, Amelia casually slipped the straps of her uniform off her shoulders, peeling her costume down to expose her breasts. Beth stared wide-eyed, muttering something about understanding why Amelia didn't bother with a mask, while Katie seemed to be taking time to remember how exactly breathing worked. Amelia herself chuckled at the pairs reaction. People's reactions to her casual attitude towards nudity gave Amelia a lifetime supply of funny faces to remember. Keeping her pace, she took the nozzle of the balloon in her hand and placed it over her nipple. Holding it in place and focusing, a jet of helium streamed out of Amelia's breast into the balloon as if her nipple was the nozzle on a helium tank. She filled it, tied off the end, and repeated the process. Soon the ceiling was covered in an array of multi-colored rubber orbs. Finishing filling up the last balloon, Amelia took it off her leaking nipple and tied it off. At the same time, she allowed her breasts to swell a few cup sizes with helium, acting as if she didn't notice it. Letting the balloon float off, she took a dramatic look down at her swelling mammaries, clasping her hands to her cheeks like a true overactor. Letting the inflation subside,she looked over her own set of party balloons to see Katie staring wide-eyed at the pneumatic pair of boobs facing her. Along with her face now rivaling the color red itself for the position of "most red thing in existence," Katie had a wide grin plastered on her as she took in the sight of her idol standing topless with inflated breasts before her. No doubt she was fiercely debating whether this was a dream or reality. Amelia glanced over at Beth. The brunette flashed a thumbs up before pointing at Katie and miming a set of big tits. Amelia nodded at Beth's silent signal, and the brunette grinned gleefully at the idea of what Amelia was about to do. Strutting forward to Katie, Amelia leaned forward, giving the shy redhead a full view of her naked cleavage. "Say Katie," she said as seductively as someone who has never actively seduced someone in their life could, "I've got another trick I can show you if you like." Katie nodded slowly, now constantly vibrating in excitement. With blinding speed, Amelia swooped towards Katie and pulled her into a kiss. For a second, Katie felt as if she was on top of the world. Then Amelia blew hard into her, and Katie realized very quickly that she may very well be on her way to physically being atop the world. Amelia felt Katie jolt in surprise as the helium flowed into her. Though she couldn't see it, she knew Katie's breasts were already swelling into her tank-top. A rubbery creak accompanied the hiss of the puff kiss as Katie's breasts pulled her top taut. The fangirl had closed her eyes and was softly moaning as she was inflated. The stitches of her tanktop now audibly struggled to contain the helium mammaries inside, and with Amelia continuing to inflate Katie, the straps soon lost their valiant battle. Katie's breasts sprung forth, perky and round with gas. Over to the side, Beth cheered as the spectacle unfolded, her phone recording the event for Katie to watch later. Katie herself moaned in bliss as she felt her skin stretch outward to contain the helium. On top of being able to make out with her idol, Katie was feeling all the pressure, pleasure, and sensitivity that came with having your inflation fetish realized. Her nipples felt as if they were burning with arousal, making her legs shake as her mind was clouded with pleasure. Her breasts now dwarfed Amelia's own boosted pair and squeaked as they rubbed together. The air around Katie was feeling bubbly and thick; she thought for a moment that she was about to faint. Instead, Katie felt her legs begin to stretch up as she got bigger. She rose to a moment to her toes before Amelia suddenly pulled backwards with her. Katie let out a distressed "mmph!", but to her amazement she didn't fall to the ground. Rather, she felt her breasts pushing up against her upper body, like beach balls in a swimming pool. She kicked her legs as her feet left the ground, defying gravity as Kate hung horizontally in the air to Amelia, attached by their kiss like a balloon to a nozzle. For a few seconds more, Amelia held the blow kiss before breaking off with a pop. With her mouth free, Katie screamed in pleasure for a moment before bringing a hand to her mouth to muffle herself. She looked at her heroine wide-eyed, her face a sea of turbulent emotions. "It's alright, take some deep breaths, let yourself enjoy it," Amelia reassured the newly buoyant girl. Katie shook in Amelia's arms, her breathing becoming gradually more stable. She looked down, taking in the size of her breasts. They jutted out below her, twin blimps bigger than her upper body carrying her in an unfamiliar sea of sensation. She stretched out her legs, feeling the cool air swishing between her toes and across the bottom of her feet. Slowly, a smile formed on Katie's face, and she began to laugh with joy. Here she was, honest-to-God floating with balloon tits bigger than she could have hoped for, in the arms of her idol. She looked at Amelia head on, mouth agape trying to search for words. Amelia smiled back. "See, I told you it'd be fun!" she said, enjoying the sight of someone else taking in buoyancy for the first time. Amelia recalled her first time following the lab accident, how she had reached past inflated breasts to meet the approaching ceiling. "Of course," she continued, "I unfortunately can't stay for too long. There is a city that needs protecting after all. I'm going to let go now, so prepare for a bit of a jolt." She began to unwrap her arms from around Katie, but the fangirl's grip suddenly tightened.
"Wait!" Amelia was taken aback for a moment by Katie speaking for the first time. The once shy girl now looked determinedly into Amelia's eyes. For a few seconds she seemed to muster the will to speak further. "Look," Katie finally said, "I know you're a hero and all, and I'm just some fangirl who's birthday was today. But I-..." She stumbled for a few moments, words failing her before shaking her head. "Oh fuck it, do you wanna go out sometime?" Amelia blinked. In all her time superheroing, she had done many things, seen many things, met many people. But never before, never in her life had the heroic Ms. Bouncer had somebody ask her out. For the first time in her cheerful and quiply life, Amelia White, Ms. Bouncer herself, who had shrugged off bullets like the breeze, was at a complete and utter loss for words. Amelia blinked again. Katie's look of determination looked to be crumbling the longer Amelia took to respond. Amelia desperately weighed options in her head. Yes, she knew she was a lesbian, she had accepted that long ago. But she didn't know how to be one! What about the secret identity, would superheroing take a toll on a possible relationship? Could she entrust Katie to know who she was? Did she even care if people knew who she was? Did she even like Katie? Sure she was cute, the way she was so shy yet clearly enthusiastic about what she liked. Or the way now that Amelia noticed it that her hair parted just right, or her eyes, or how great and adorable she looked inflating. But what, but yet, but how- Oh fuck it. Keeping one arm on Katie, Amelia took a pen and paper from a conveniently nearby table. She scribbled on the paper before turning to Katie. "You'll take a while to deflate, maybe a day or so," she said, "but once you do, here's my number." Katie floated in silence for a moment before letting out an ecstatic whoop. Letting go of Amelia, she floated slowly up, her breasts pushing a few balloons out of the way. She laughed and cheered the whole way up, continuing even as her breasts collided with a hollow thump against the ceiling. Amelia took a moment to smile at the sight of the happy girl while adjusting her uniform over her breasts. With a hop in her step, Amelia made her way out the front door, imagining what her first date might look like as she inflated her tits and took to the skies. Standing in a corner of the living room, Beth slowly brought her finger up and hit the button to stop recording on her phone. She slowly looked back and forth between Ms. Bouncer in the front yard beginning to take off and her roommate Katie floating on the ceiling. Sitting slowly onto the floor, Beth stared ahead blankly for a few moments before uttering a single sentence. "Best birthday party ever."
Ms. Bouncer meets a fan.
| bodyinflation |
Title: Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 05
Tags: anal sex, young love, boyfriend girlfriend, weekend sleepover, prostate massage, panties, oral sex, college, small breasts
"I don't think I'll ever understand your obsession with my little breasts," I mused.
Matt smiled to himself. He and I were laid on our sides facing each other in his bed. My sore pussy oozed with his fresh cum and he was drawing imaginary circles around my nipples with his finger.
"Well you may think they're little but they're just the perfect size for me," Matt replied.
I giggled under Matt's ticklish touch,
"So what is it about them then?"
"They're just so perky, and cute and adorable," Matt rambled.
"Cute and adorable huh?" I responded, "You know, most girls would probably prefer their boyfriends to describe them as sexy and seductive," I added.
Matt grinned as he cupped my breast with his hand, grazing his thumb against my hard nipple,
"But you're not most girls, and you know very well I think everything about you is drop dead sexy," he explained.
I blushed unnoticeably, as my skin was already flush from mine and Matt's lovemaking.
"So does that mean you're a breast guy?" I asked.
Matt chuckled to himself,
"Babe . . .as much as I love your breasts, and I do love them," Matt stated as he leaned in and planted a light peck on the soft curve of my right breast, "I am and will always be an ass man, and that cute butt of yours has done nothing to change my mind," Matt continued before reaching behind my body and squeezing my butt cheek.
I squealed in laughter, wriggling my body under Matt's grasp.
Matt finally let me go and we went back to staring at each other.
"What about you?" Matt asked.
"Huh?"
"What of mine do you like?" he clarified.
I grinned my teeth at him as I decided on an answer,
"Your eyes," I finally replied, "The way you look at me, it's like no one else and makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world," I went on to explain.
"Wow Kim, way to make me look like a jerk, here I am talking about tits and ass and you come up with this beautiful thoughtful sentiment," Matt jeered.
I erupted in laughter,
"Awww baby, if it makes you feel better, I think you have a cute ass as well," I retorted as I reached for a handful of Matt's butt cheek.
We kissed then settled down again.
"So are you ready for the big shave this weekend?" Matt asked.
"Uh huh," I replied, "You're staying over at my place for the weekend right?"
Matt nodded affirmatively.
"Great, Summer's visiting her folks for her dad's birthday so we have the place to ourselves all weekend."
"Mhmm sounds like fun."
"So are you nervous about shaving it all off for the first time?" I asked.
Matt chuckled,
"When I first think about it I do get a little nervous but then I just tell myself it's hair, it'll grow back."
We lay there in each other's arms peacefully,
"Wanna go take a shower?" Matt asked.
I looked up at him and smiled guiltily,
"I was thinking we could go again, you can stick it in my butt, if you're up for it," I teasingly offered.
"You have such a way with words baby," Matt chuckled as he excitedly reached over to his bedside table drawer for the bottle of lube.
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Matt arrived at my place late Friday evening just in time to see Summer off. Adam was there as well, waiting to take her to the airport. The four of us serendipitously met up in the hallway outside the apartment just as Adam and Summer were leaving.
"Hey Summer, have a great trip, and before I forget, I got something for your dad."
Matt dug through his weekend bag for the small box covered in wrapping paper. He handed it to Summer as she smiled at him.
"Thanks Matty."
We watched as Summer tucked it away in her carryon.
"Okay well I better get a move on if I wanna catch my flight. See you guys in a couple days."
Summer hugged me and then Matt,
"And please don't leave my boyfriend all by his lonesome this weekend, he won't admit it but he gets devastatingly depressed when I'm not around," Summer warned.
The four of us all shared a laugh at Adam's expense,
"Don't worry Sum, we'll look after him," I chirped as the twosome headed downstairs.
Matt and I headed into the apartment and he set his bag down in the corner.
"I made dinner for us, veggie lasagna, have you eaten already?"
"Nope, I'm kinda starving actually," Matt replied.
"Great," I responded as I set out two plates on the table.
We sat and dined.
"So are you and Summer's dad close?" I asked.
"I guess, Summer's parents and Adam's parents, they really looked after me growing up. I was always at one of their places for dinner on the weekends and always for holidays," Matt explained.
"More wine?" Matt asked holding the almost empty bottle in the air.
"No thanks babe," I replied.
Matt finished off the bottle.
"This was amazing," Matt complimented as he ate his final mouthful of lasagna.
"Thanks sweetie."
Matt cleared the table and quickly washed up the dishes.
"You wanna watch a movie?" he asked as he returned to the table.
"Sure," I replied as we walked over to the couch.
I cuddled up to Matt's side as he scanned through the Netflix menu. We finally found a movie we could agree on and Matt set down the remote and draped his arm over my shoulder.
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"You ready to go do the deed?" I asked as Matt switched off the television.
"After you my dear."
"You just wanna stare at my butt as I walk huh?" I teased.
"You know me so well Kimmy."
We made our way into my bathroom. Matt began to strip as I turned on the shower. By the time I turned around he was already naked.
"Wow, someone's been busy," I commented.
Matt followed my stare down to his crotch and his closely trimmed pubes.
"I figured I'd save some time and get the thick stuff out of the way," Matt replied as he helped me out of my yellow plaid shirt. Once I removed my jeans and panties, I stepped into the tub and Matt was quick to follow. We stepped under the warm downflowing water and pressed our bodies together. After a brief kiss, I looked up to Matt,
"So do you wanna go first or should I?"
"Why don't you go first."
"You're not gonna let me do mine then chicken out are you?" I giggled.
Matt smiled,
"Well it had occurred to me," he joked as I playfully shoved his arm.
I bent over and picked up the new razor and can of shaving cream I had set out earlier in the day.
"Do you mind?" I asked, handing the slender can of shaving cream to Matt.
I sat in the corner of the tub, up on the ledge, and spread my legs.
Matt knelt down infront of me and dispensed some of the white foam to his hands. He set down the can and pressed his hand against my pelvis. He rubbed his hand around, spreading the foam over my pubic hair.
"Okay, that's good," I informed.
I held on to the handle of the razor with a firm grip as I lowered it to my groin. Gently pressing the head of the razor against my skin, I slowly glided it down. Matt watched as swipe after swipe, the hair above my vagina was slowly removed. I reached out behind Matt, letting the razor fall under the stream of the shower, washing away my shaved hair. When I was mostly done with the top, I looked to an attentive Matt,
"Could you help me out a little?" I asked.
Matt reached out and held onto the lips of my vagina, gently pulling them to the side so I could access every crevice. After a couple more swipes, I was finally done. I washed off the razor one more time, then ran some water over my pussy, letting all the shaving cream wash away.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
Matt stared at my bare pussy as if for the first time. I was shaved clean, the slender flowery lips of my pussy on full display. He ran his fingers over my pelvis, right above my vagina, feeling my smooth skin.
"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured.
I giggled and stood up, stepping under the shower,
"I guess that means I'll be keeping it this way for a while," I mused as I rubbed my hands over my slit.
Matt stood up and turned to face me.
"Okay mister, your turn," I stated as I held out the razor for him.
Matt looked down at the razor then back up at me,
"Actually, since you did such a fine job, would you mind doing me?" he asked.
I smiled and pressed my hand against Matt's chest, pushing him down to sit on the edge of the tub. I assumed his previous position, kneeling down infront of him. Spreading Matt's legs I began to lather up his groin with shaving cream. As I held onto his limp penis, rubbing the foam up and down and around, I felt Matt slowly getting hard in my hands.
"Sorry babe, can't help it," Matt apologized.
"I actually think it'll be easier this way," I replied.
I carefully pressed the razor against Matt's abdomen and began slow straight swipes. Matt's pubes were slightly coarser than my own so it took a little more effort but I was doing a fine job. I smiled as I held Matt's erect cock to the side and very carefully guided the razor along curve of his shaft. Matt helped me out, holding his penis down so I could concentrate on my task. I held on to Matt's balls, pulling the skin taut so I could clear him of every hair possible.
"Okay, get up," I instructed.
Matt headed my direction.
"Now turn around."
As Matt spun round, I placed her hands on his butt cheeks and gently spread them.
"There's a little hair back here, do you want me to do all of it?" I asked.
Matt thought for a while before he replied,
"Might as well, if you're brave enough," he chuckled.
"Baby, I've had your tongue in my ass, I think I could man up and do some probing of my own," I replied.
Matt continued to chuckle,
"Okay babe, have at it."
I re-lathered my hand with shaving foam and slid my palm between Matt's butt cheeks.
"A little help babe?" I asked.
Matt shook his head in disbelief as he reached behind and held is butt cheeks. I continued sliding my hand up and down, letting my finger press against Matt's warm anus every so often. I then guided the razor between his butt cheeks, carefully sliding it down against his skin. I did either side, then rubbed my hand against him once more.
Matt tried to arch his neck over his shoulder to get a view,
"Having fun back there?" he asked.
I giggled,
"It's just so smooth and nice," I explained.
"Okay, I think you're all done," I announced.
I stood up and Matt turned to face me. We stepped beneath the shower and let the water cascade down our bodies. I lowered my hands to Matt's cock, gently stroking his hardon.
"Mhmmm, everything's so smooth," I groaned.
Matt stepped back from the shower and stood against the wall,
"So. . .how does it look?"
I looked him up and down.
"Can I be honest?" I asked.
Matt chuckled and then sighed,
"Okay, let's have it."
"Well the area itself looks nice, you even look. . .ahem. . .bigger," I began to explain.
"But. . ." Matt interjected.
"It's just that. . .with your entire crotch hairless, it looks kinda weird cause your thigh still has hair."
Matt looked down at himself and laughed,
"At least it'll grow back," he reasoned.
"Do you want me to do your thighs too?" I asked.
"No. . .no, that's fine, if I let you do my thighs, you'll want to do my legs next, then my chest, it'll never stop," Matt chuckled.
"But I do love how it feels?" I sultrily replied as I pulled him back under the water with me. We kissed and I went back to slowly stroking Matt.
"Can I take it for a test drive?" Matt whispered into my ear as he slid his finger along my pussy.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Matt pressed me against the wall and turned me away from him. He lowered his hands and placed his cock between my ass cheeks. I pressed the side of my face against the cold tile wall as I felt Matt's bulbous head pressing into my hungry vagina. Matt eased the entirety of his warm girth into my pussy. He pulled out and slid right back in, slapping my ass with his pelvis.
"Mhmmm, that feels so nice baby," I moaned as I raised my hands to my breasts, squeezing and massaging my flesh.
Matt lowered his face, kissing the curve of my neck as he continued driving his cock in and out of me.
"Oh fuck . . .harder baby!" I urged.
Matt grunted as he bucked his hips with more force, plowing deep into me.
"Ahhh fuck yes ahhh ahhhhhhhhhh," I cried.
I bit my lip hard as I felt my orgasm approaching. I squeezed down forcefully on my breast with my palm. I felt Matt's teeth grind against my shoulder as his cock stretched me. I squeezed my legs together as my body trembled. My cries filled the small bathroom. Seconds later I felt Matt thrust hard into me and bite down on my skin. He groaned and I could feel his cock spasming inside me.
We stood there, our bodies warm and glowing as water beat down on us. Matt kissed the back of my neck as he pulled out of me.
"Mhmmm, that was nice," I whispered. I turned to face Matt, hooking my arms around his neck as he held onto me by the waist. We kissed for a while then finished up with our shower. After we dried ourselves, I rubbed some postshave lotion on Matt's freshly shaved crotch and did the same to myself. We stood side by side and looked at eachother's naked bodies in the mirror.
"Oh my god, you're right, it does look kinda weird," Matt laughed, getting a full view of himself for the first time.
"Don't worry, it's not that bad, and as you said, it'll grow back," I replied, trying to set Matt's mind at ease.
"You look amazing though," Matt commented.
"Thanks babe."
We got dressed and hopped into bed,
With my head lying on Matt's chest, I began to think to myself. I finally summed up to courage to broach the subject,
"Matt?"
"Yeah baby?" he softly replied.
"Umm, I'm not really sure how to ask this, so I'm just gonna blurt it out, when I was sliding my hand between your butt cheeks, and I pressed my finger against you. . .did you like it?" I bluntly asked.
There was silence for a few seconds.
"I guess, a little," Matt finally replied.
"Do you remember when we went to the adult toy store for the first time, and you said you'd think about something?" I followed up.
"Uh huh," he hesitantly responded.
"Well . . . have you?" I asked.
There was another stretch of silence.
"Babe, with the amount of stuff you've let me do to you, if it's something you wanna try, I'm more than willing to go along," he replied.
"But I don't wanna make you do something you don't want to," I began to explain.
"Well I can't say I'm super excited, infact it makes me a little nervous, but I'm willing to go into this with an open mind as long as you're there with me every step of the way," Matt interrupted.
"Okay Matty," I replied.
We fell asleep shortly afterwards.
XXXX
The next morning Matt and I met up with Adam for breakfast.
"So what are you guys doing for summer break?" I asked as I sipped on my coffee.
Adam took a bite of his bagel and wiped his mouth,
"Summer and I are heading home for about a month since none of us are doing any summer classes," he replied.
"Ohh, that's nice," I replied.
"What about you two? Are you heading down to Miami?" Adam asked.
Matt and I looked at each other.
"Well I normally head down for the summer but I'm not sure about this year. Matt and I haven't really discussed it yet," I explained.
"We might just stick around here for the summer, or maybe take a trip somewhere," Matt added.
Adam nodded and went back to his bagel.
Matt and I waved goodbye to Adam as we parted ways in the parking lot. We drove to the park to lie out and get some sun.
I must have fallen asleep. My cheek was pressed against the cool grass, and I felt Matt's mouth whispering in my ear. He gently roused me from my slumber and I sat up with him, staring up at the clear blue skies.
"Ready to head home?" he asked.
"How long was I out?" I inquired.
"Just about twenty minutes," he replied as he helped me to my feet.
Back at my place I was on the couch studying while Matt was at the kitchen table with his laptop. It had probably been an hour and a half of hardcore studying when I closed my textbook and stretched my arms. I shrieked when I felt Matt nuzzling his nose against my neck from behind the couch. I reached back and held his head as he tickled my neck with his tongue. Matt began to climb over the couch. I threw my book onto the floor and lay down on the couch. Matt stretched himself out on me, resting his chin on my stomach. He looked up at me and I smiled down at him as I brushed my hand through his hair.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked.
Matt thought for a few seconds before replying,
"I'd like to take you out on a date," he proposed, "A really nice date," he clarified.
"Okay. . .anything special?" I asked.
"Any date with you is special baby," he affectionately replied.
I watched his head bob up and down as my tummy shook due to my giggling.
"I'll have to go home to get some nice clothes; I'll pick you up at eight."
"Okay sweetie."
Matt and I remained there staring at each other as I held his head in my hands,
"You wanna go get lunch?" I asked.
Matt grinned at me,
"In a little while," he replied.
"Was there something else you wanted to do?" I asked.
Matt couldn't hide his wide grin as he lowered his face down my body. I watched as he raised the ruffled pink skirt of my summer dress as ducked his head beneath it. All I could see now was the outline of the back of Matt's head under my skirt. I squirmed as I felt him kiss my abdomen, then, his fingers sliding against the lips of my pussy which pressed against my cotton panties. Matt continued kissing me, down over my panties, then I felt his tongue, licking my lips through my cotton confines. I raised my hips when I felt Matt tugging on my underwear, letting it slide down my thighs. I once again felt Matt's lips kissing my skin; my inner thigh, moving further up to my wetness. He teased me so deviously, moving at a snail's pace. Matt wickedly avoided my pussy, kissing around it, and now above it. I groaned when he finally kissed my clitoral hood. I felt his fingers gently spreading me then his tongue on my clit. I trembled and pushed my groin against his face. As Matt continued licking my slippery nub, I widened my legs, trying to get his face right up against me. I groaned as Matt allowed me some relief, pulling his tongue from my clit. He now began sliding his artful tongue up and down my slick lips. Slowly, he moved down my slit, then back up. I so desperately wanted his tongue on my clit again but remained patient, knowing the payoff would be that more gratifying. Matt's was now pressing his mouth against my pussy, his tongue delving deep into me and his nose nuzzling against my clit. I was whimpering now, writhing from side to side. Matt moved his mouth up and took my clit between his lips. I gasped for breath as he sucked hard on my clit. His fingers found my tight opening, and he inserted two into me, sliding in and out, in and out. I pushed up hard, forcing his face against me. I could feel the pressure build inside me as I held Matt's head down against me.
"Ohhhh fucckk MATT!!!" I cried as my body shook.
Matt quickened the pace with which he slid his fingers into me, all the while continuing to suck on my throbbing clit. I squeezed my legs around his face as I felt my juices rush out of me. I squirmed and wiggled as I panted and moaned. Matt continued his pleasuring until he sensed my body had stopped trembling. I felt him slowly ease his fingers out of me, and release my clit from his lips. I hiked up my skirt and Matt looked up at me, his mouth was coated in my cream. I watched him licking the sides of his mouth, happily swallowing my nectar.
He crawled up onto me and I kissed his soft lips.
"So what's for lunch?" he whispered.
I giggled as I tasted myself on his lips,
"I'm gonna need a minute before we can go for lunch baby," I replied as I continued to breathe heavily.
XXXX
After lunch, Matt and I took a stroll through the mall then returned to my place. He hung out a while, watching television while I did my laundry.
I was on my laptop, waiting for my clothes to dry.
"Hey babe," I called, "Come have a look at this."
Matt made his way over to me and looked over my shoulder to the laptop screen.
"Aneros huh?" he mused.
"Yeah, from what I've read, it's the best, and it doesn't look too intimidating does it?"
"I guess not," Matt replied as we browsed the prostate massagers.
"So what do you think?" I asked, wanting more of a response.
"I'd be willing to give it a go, wanna stop by the adult store tomorrow and pick one up?"
"Okay," I gleefully responded.
Matt left around seven to go get ready and I hopped into the shower.
Stepping into my room, I removed my robe and slipped on the bra and panty set I had picked up earlier in the week; sexy black lace with rose red ruffle bordering. Next, I pulled my little black dress out of the closet and stepped into it; a sleeveless black lace dress that ended above my knees. I tightened the skinny leather belt that cinched the dress at the waist. I hopped around the room getting the zip at the back of the dress up then put on a little makeup and fixed my hair. After applying a little pink lipstick, I dabbed some perfume to my neck and chest and then slipped on my black stilettoes. Topping it off with little pearl earrings and the diamond necklace Matt had given me; I walked out into the living room and waited for him.
Just around minutes to eight, I heard a knock at the door. I smiled; Matt knew very well that he didn't need to knock and could've walked right in. I walked over and opened the door. I was met by his handsome smiling face.
"Wow baby, you look incredible," he complimented.
I blushed and scanned him up and down; he was a picture of perfection. He wore a tight fitted white dress shirt with a slender black tie, his cuffs folded up to his elbows. His shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of skinny black slacks that ended over his shiny black dress shoes. His face was clean shaven and his hair combed to the side. I could smell a hint of the cool essence of his cologne in the air.
"You're looking pretty charming yourself babe," I replied as Matt leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"You ready to go?" he asked.
"Uh huh," I replied, stepping out into the hallway with Matt and locking the door behind me.
We were quickly seated at the quite extravagant Italian restaurant. It was such a romantic place, dimly lit, each table with a single burning candle.
"Wow hun, how did you manage last minute reservations here?" I queried.
"Who said I made last minute reservations?" Matt retorted.
"You mischievous little schemer," I replied, realizing Matt had this night planned all along.
We began to dine once the food had arrived.
"So what are you thinking for this summer?" I asked before placing a forkful of delicious linguini in my mouth.
Matt sipped on his wine and looked to me,
"Well you're not going down to Miami right, and Adam and Summer are heading home, so I guess I'll stick around and keep you company," he replied with a teasing smile.
"Aww, you're such a thoughtful boyfriend," I sarcastically replied.
"So you wanna do anything special? We could take a weekend cruise or something."
"Maybe, that sounds like it could be fun. There's something else I was thinking about, Adam and Summer will be gone, we'll have both apartments to ourselves. I was thinking we could maybe live together for the month, see how it feels. What do you think?" I asked.
"Wanna shack up huh?" Matt teased.
I looked at him and laughed,
"Seriously babe," I urged, wanting a real response.
"I'm fine with it sweetie," he replied.
"And what if I get on your nerves after two weeks? You won't want to kick me out?" I halfheartedly joked.
Matt reached out and grabbed the tips of my fingers with his hand,
"Never baby," Matt confidently replied as he stared directly into my eyes.
We both smiled and then went back to our meals.
After dinner, Matt and I took a stroll on the beach. I clung onto my shoes with one hand, while the other was wrapped around Matt's waist. Matt had his arm around my shoulder as we walked watching the waves roll in.
Back at my place, we kicked off our shoes and Matt took me into the living room. He walked over and switched on the stereo. Matt shuffled channels till he found something he liked, and then turned to me. Clasping my hands in his, Matt pressed his body against mine and we slowly danced circles in the living room.
"I had a really nice time tonight," Matt whispered.
"You say that like the funs all over," I replied sultrily.
I watched Matt smile then he leaned in and gave me a brief kiss. We continued to dance, Matt spinning me round as I giggled.
"Can I just say again how absolutely stunning you look," Matt whispered before planting light kisses on the curve of my neck.
I curled my fingers around the locks of Matt's hair behind his head as I fought to stifle my moans. A slow song came up and Matt and I moved our bodies in teasing unison. Matt's lips found mines and I pressed my hips hard against his. I could feel the length of his hardon, pressing against my thigh. I lowered my hand to Matt's waist, hooking my fingers into his belt and trouser waistband,
"Come with me," I whispered, pulling him as I headed to my bedroom.
Matt helped me unzip the back of my dress before I sat him down on the edge of the bed. I stood before him, between his legs as I removed my earrings and necklace. I giggled when I felt Matt's warm hands on my knees, slowly moving up my thighs. I teasingly swatted away Matt's hands just as he was reaching the apex of my thighs. Smiling down at him, I slowly slid my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my ankles. I saw the desire in Matt's eyes as he cast his gaze on me,
"You like? I bought it this week, just for you baby," I cooed.
Matt placed his hands on my hips, gently rubbing my skin. He looked up at me,
"You look incredible babe," he replied, "Do you mind giving me the view from the back?" he asked.
I happily turned around and looked over my shoulder. I felt his hands on my ass, gliding over the lace fabric. I reached behind me and unclasped the hook on my bra. Turning to face Matt, I let the lace half cups slip from my breasts and fall to the floor. I leaned over and unbuckled Matt's belt. He raised his hips as I pulled on his trousers and boxers, watching in delight as his beautiful cock sprung free.
"Somebody's excited," I teased.
Matt pulled me onto him and kissed me,
"When it comes to you, I'm always excited babe," he replied.
My naked breasts pressed against Matt's shirt as we kissed. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing circles against my pussy, over my panties. I held onto Matt, my hands around his neck as I sat on his lap, my legs splayed on either side of his body. I felt Matt pulling my panties to the side, then, the head of his penis pressing against me. Matt groaned into my mouth as I sunk down onto him. Once inside me, Matt let go of his grip on my panties and wrapped his hands around me. I sucked on Matt's tongue as he held me tightly, helping me rise and fall on his cock.
"I love you so much baby," Matt whispered between kisses.
The only response I could muster were soft whimpers as Matt thrust his cock into me.
We had stopped kissing now. I was holding Matt's head against me by the neck, our foreheads pressed together as we stared into each other's eyes. Our warm breaths melded as we panted against each other's faces.
"I wanna cum with you baby," I moaned.
Matt continued staring at me as he raised and lowered his hips in quick succession.
"Mhmmm mhmmmm, tell me when baby," I urged, "I'm so close," I informed, feeling Matt's shaft grind against my clit with every thrust.
"Now baby!" Matt groaned.
I felt him push hard into my and his cock begin to spasm. I let myself go, my pussy clenching down on Matt's cock. I groaned in delight, my clit throbbing uncontrollably.
"Ohh fuck Matty!" I cooed.
I writhed around on Matt's lap, grinding my convulsing pussy down on his exploding cock.
We kissed again as our juices mixed deep inside me. Matt lay down, pulling me with him. I felt his soft penis slip from me, and a rush of our cum leak out onto his groin. We lay there for a while before I rolled off Matt and fetched a warm damp bath towel. I affectionately tended to Matt's groin, wiping his skin clean. After using the bathroom, I wiped my vagina and removed my panties. Matt removed his tie and shirt as I crawled my naked body into bed. He laid his head on my naked chest and I tenderly patted his hair,
"Nervous about tomorrow?" I asked.
"Not really," he whispered, "I know you'll take good care of me."
I smiled and kissed the top of Matt's head.
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The next morning, Matt and I had apparently exchanged our positions. I was awoken by the warm sun on my face and slowly opened my eyes. I found myself resting my head against Matt's shoulder. I quietly looked up to Matt. He looked so peaceful; there was a soft smile on his face which caused me to smile as well. I looked over to the clock on the wall; we had to meet Adam in a little while for breakfast. I lifted the sheet off mine and Matt's naked bodies and was about to wake him up when a tempting thought entered my mind. I grinned as I slinked my way down to Matt's torso. Staring at his limp penis I admired the smooth skin around it; there was the slight hint of stubble growth, tiny black dots of emerging hair. I took his soft penis in my fingers; he looked so small now compared to the rigid shaft that filled my pussy the night before.
I took Matt between my lips and into my mouth. I toyed with Matt's soft member, running my tongue along his soft skin. An almost inaudible sigh escaped Matt as I felt him begin to swell and straighten in my mouth. Matt continued to grow until I felt is full hardness in my mouth. I began to slide my mouth up his shaft and then back down, then back up. I let Matt's cock slip from my mouth and stared down at his erection beneath me. Looking up to his face, I saw that Matt's eyes were still closed. I wrapped my dainty hand around Matt's shaft and placed my mouth on the head of his cock. I lowered my mouth on Matt once again, stroking him as I slid my mouth back to the tip. Bobbing my head up and down, I could hear that Matt's breathing had gotten heavier. After a few seconds, I let Matt slip from my mouth once again. I continued slowly stroking him with my hand as I lowered my mouth, taking his smooth balls in my mouth. I suck on him hard, loving his shaved skin.
"Babe?" Matt whispered.
After licking Matt's balls for a few seconds I raised my head and looked to his face. I was still stroking him as I stared at him staring back at me. We exchanged smiles,
"Just relax baby," I cooed before lowering my mouth to his shaft once again. I licked his shiny bulbous head, tightening the grasp on my stroking hand. A few more seconds was all it took. I watched as the tip of Matt's cock began to spurt his creamy white semen. I immediately took his entire shaft deep into my mouth, sealing my lips around him. I sucked hard as I felt his cum leaking into my mouth. Matt groaned, and I directed my eyes to him, watching as he pressed his head back onto the pillow, his eyes shut tightly. I myself was moaning now. Matt's cock was rock hard as it twitched in my mouth. A burst of semen hit the roof of my mouth as Matt gently raised his hips to my face. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as he convulsed in me. He finally let go and I slid my mouth up his still hard shaft. I swallowed his seed then began to lick his shaft, watching him soften before my very eyes. After cleaning him to my satisfaction, I crawled to Matt's side.
"Thanks for the wonderful wakeup Kimmy," he whispered.
"No problem baby," I replied as I pecked him on the lips, "Come on, we have to meet up with Adam in a bit," I added as I rolled out of bed.
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"So what time is Summer's flight landing tomorrow?" I asked.
"Eight AM," Adam replied as he took a bite off a strip of bacon, "She has class at noon actually," he explained.
I nodded my head and sipped on my coffee.
"So Kim and I have decided to just stick around here for the summer. . .shack up in one of the apartments," Matt stated.
We all chuckled.
"You aren't trying to steal my roommate are you Kim?" Adam asked.
"Maybe . . ." I tentatively replied, smiling over at Matt.
After breakfast we said goodbye to Adam and hopped in the car. Matt turned to me on the way home,
"So do you wanna stop by the sex toy store?" he asked.
I grinned at him and nodded, I was so happy he was the one that suggested it as I now felt I wasn't forcing him to do something he didn't want to. We pulled into the parking lot and entered the brightly lit store. We smiled at the woman behind the counter; we had become accustomed to her, seeing her the couple of times we stopped by to pick up lube. We made our way over to the toy section and began to peruse the selection.
"Aneros. . .over there," I pointed.
We walked over and looked at all the different models.
"How about this one baby?" I asked, holding up the most slender looking model. . . the "Eupho."
Matt took the toy and read the information on the packaging.
"Well it doesn't look too intimidating," he mused.
We looked around a little more but came back to the eupho,
"I guess this is the one," Matt decided.
"Do we need lube?" I asked.
"No, I think we have a bottle at both our apartments," Matt chuckled.
We began to walk to the cashier when I grabbed Matt's hand,
"Matt, if you don't mind, I'd like to pay for it."
Matt looked at me and smiled,
"That's okay Kim, I don't mind," he replied.
"Please baby, I want to," I insisted.
Matt handed me the plastic packaging,
"Okay sweetie, thanks."
We walked up to the counter and I handed the woman the toy.
I paid and she handed me a plastic bag containing the toy,
"Have fun you two," she smiled.
Matt and I thanked her then left.
Once in the car, Matt turned to me,
"So what do you want to do now?"
I looked at the clock on the car radio,
"Wanna hit the beach?" I suggested halfheartedly.
"Nahh, too far," Matt replied.
"Okay....hmmm, we could go to the pool."
Matt seemed to be deep in thought,
"Maybe," he hesitantly replied.
"What about going to a movie?" I asked.
"Okay, I'd be up for that."
I whipped out my cellphone and began looking up showtimes as Matt drove to the Cineplex.
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After the movie, Matt and I exited the theater. We had to squint our eyes in the bright sun. We stopped by a sushi bar and picked up some take out. Once back at my place, Matt and I sat on the couch and ate lunch.
"So what was that this morning about stealing Adam's roommate?" Matt asked as I took his empty plate from him.
We walked over to the sink and I began to wash up the dishes. Matt jumped up and sat on the counter beside the sink, drying the dishes as I handed them to him and placing them in the tray.
"I dunno, I was just thinking out loud. Haven't you ever thought about moving into a place, you know, just me and you?"
"I guess, I have, I mean we practically already live together, I'm always over here, and if I'm not here, you're at my place," Matt replied.
"Well maybe spending a month in the summer all by ourselves will be a good thing, we'd see what it's like living together for a while," I reasoned.
"I suppose you're right," Matt agreed as he took the dripping ceramic bowl from my hand and wiped it dry.
I was almost done with the dishes, I held out a soaped up white plate and grabbed the slender rubber hose attachment on the sink. I held the nozzle infront the plate and pressed down on the lever. I guess I wasn't expecting the force of the water to be that strong. I almost jumped as a jolt of water shot out, ricocheting off the plate and across to Matt. The stream of water struck him on his side, making a wet circle on his black t-shirt, right over his ribcage. I immediately released the lever, stopping the water and looked up at Matt. He was staring back at me and I started to giggle.
"Something funny babe?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident," I laughed.
Matt hopped down and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He grabbed the nozzle from my hands, pointing it straight up at me.
I wriggled in his grasp,
"You wouldn't dare," I warned.
"I wouldn't would I?" Matt teasingly replied.
I watched as his fingers began to tighten on the lever,
"Matthew, no!" I firmly stated.
Matt's fingers loosened around the lever and I felt him let go of me. Standing beside me he held out the nozzle to me,
"Okay, here you go," he calmly stated.
I reached out to take the hose from Matt but before I could grab it, he squeezed the nozzle and water came shooting out, right against my chest.
I squealed and laughed as the cold water struck me,
"Matthew!!" I yelled as I grabbed his hand, turning the stream of water on him. We fought back and forth, both of us getting wet in the process. Eventually we transitioned into play fighting as we both released the hose and wrestled each other to the floor. Matt and I tossed and tangled on the floor for a few minutes. Finally I managed to pin him beneath me. I was straddling his hips, holding down both his arms against the floor. I smiled victoriously down at him. I lowered my face just above his. Water dripped off the tip of my nose down onto Matt's forehead.
"Give up?" I teasingly asked.
Matt smiled up at me, instead of answering, he tried to raise his head and kiss me. I pulled my head back before he could kiss me and held him down by the hands,
"Nuh uh mister. . .do you give up?" I repeated as I mischievously wiggled my hips, grinding my crotch against Matt's groin.
"Okay I give up," Matt whispered.
I giggled; knowing that at any time Matt wanted he could easily overpower me and have me. I released Matt's arms. The second I did that he rolled me over, pinning me beneath him. We both laughed as Matt lowered his mouth to mine. We couldn't help our chuckling as we kissed and rolled around on the floor. Matt's hands roamed over my back, over my damp t-shirt, slowing inching down to my butt. Grabbing my butt cheeks firmly, Matt pulled me hard against him; I could feel him pressing his erection against my abdomen. I was about to remove my t-shirt when Matt's phone started ringing. We both groaned as our lips separated. Matt climbed off of me and picked up his phone off the table.
There was a brief conversation then Matt hung up.
"That was Adam, his car broke down at the library, he needs help with a jumpstart."
Matt helped me up from off the floor,
"And we were just getting to the good stuff," I complained.
"I know," Matt replied and kissed me. "Wanna come with?" he asked.
"No, I think I'll stay here and clean up our mess," I replied.
Matt quickly got changed into dry clothes and took off.
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About an hour later, Matt was back.
"Was everything okay?" I asked as he joined me on the couch.
"Yeah, he left his headlights on so it drained the battery. Gave him a jumpstart and he was good to go."
I watched Matt's weary face and brushed the hair above his forehead,
"You look tired, you should go take a nap," I suggested.
"That actually sounds like a great idea," Matt replied as he sighed, "Wanna come join me?" he asked.
"I will in a bit, I have a couple things to do," I replied.
I watched Matt walk off towards my room and grabbed the car keys. I was only gone a half hour. I picked up some subs for Matt and I to have for dinner. I left the sandwiches on the kitchen counter and quietly made my way into the bedroom. Matt was under the covers, sound asleep. I stealthily crawled into bed, lying at Matt's side. I watched his peaceful face and couldn't help but smile. I wondered if the subtle smile on his face meant that he was dreaming, I wondered if he was dreaming about me. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep.
When I woke up I was alone in bed. I checked the clock; I was out for about an hour. I could hear Matt in the shower. I remained in bed stretching my arms and legs. Matt emerged a couple minutes later, dressed in just his blue boxer briefs. I looked up at him and smiled, his chest was dotted with water droplets, and his damp hair went in all directions after just having been towel dried.
"Why didn't you wake me, I'd have loved to join you for a shower," I whispered, still stretching my arms.
Matt knelt down beside me and ran his hand through my hair,
"I wanted to, but you looked so adorable while you slept, I couldn't bring myself to wake you."
I smiled at Matt lovingly.
"So do you wanna go get dinner?" he asked.
"I already got us dinner, it's out in the kitchen," I replied.
Matt and I made our way to the kitchen and ate, then settled on the couch. The television was on but neither of us was paying much attention. Instead, I was snuggled up in Matt's arms. I was looking up at him; we both remained silent and just stared into each other's eyes. As was our custom, we eventually began making out. I giggled like a child when I felt Matt picking me up. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Matt crawled on me and we continued our heavy petting. Taking a break from our kissing to catch a breath I looked at Matt in just his boxers,
"I think I might be a little overdressed," I commented.
Matt was all too happy to help me out of my green t-shirt and grey cotton shorts, leaving me in just my white cotton panties.
"That's much better," I moaned as I pulled Matt back down to me.
Matt began kissing his way down my body, slowly along my neck then chest. When he was over my stomach, and moving lower, I held his head up and stopped him,
"Nuh uh. . .tonight is all you baby," I informed. I made Matt stand up and remove his boxers, watching gleefully as his manhood bounced free. After he removed my panties, I picked up the white plastic aneros from off the side table, it was slender and cylindrical and very smooth. There was an angled head then narrow neck which widened into a 'body' section then narrowed again, tapering down to two curved arms at the base, preventing any chance of going in all the way.
"Are you ready baby?" I asked.
Matt nodded and handed me the bottle of lube,
"Be gentle with me," he joked.
Matt got on the bed and lay down on his stomach. I poured a generous amount of the clear liquid on the toy, and stroked it up and down; making sure the entire thing was properly lubed. I eagerly made my way over to Matt. He was holding his butt cheeks apart just slightly. I placed the toy between his cheeks and rubbed it about, spreading the lube around his opening.
"Ready?" I asked again.
"Go for it babe," he instructed.
Pressing the head against Matt's opening, I watched as his skin stretched, allowing the toy to slide in. Matt groaned as the head slipped in,
"Is it in?" he asked urgently.
I giggled,
"Just the head baby, just keep relaxing and breathing, you're doing great," I informed him.
I heard Matt trying to control his breathing and I applied a little more pressure. The body of the toy began to slide in. When it reached the tapered section, I watched Matt's anus contract and suck the toy all the way in. Matt let out another groan as the white plastic filled him, the arms pressing against his perineum and between his butt cheeks.
"Okay baby, it's in," I whispered.
Matt continued to lie there, getting his body accustomed to the new feeling. I watched in delight as Matt's anus relaxed and contracted, which pulled the toy in him everytime in a thrusting fashion.
After a minute or two, Matt got up. He was kneeling down on the bed and looked at me,
"How does it feel?" I asked curiously.
A small smiled escaped him,
"Kinda amazing actually, every I suck it into me, I think it nudges against my prostate, it feels really good," he explained.
"Oh my god baby! Look at your cock," I alerted as we both stared down at Matt's erection.
His penis was rock hard and throbbing, a long strand of clear precum dangling from its tip, almost all the way down to the bed.
I excitedly reached down with a cupped hand and collected his nectar then eagerly licked my palm.
"You think you're ready?" I anxiously asked.
"What do you think?" Matt retorted, directing my attention to his rock hard erection.
I crawled infront of Matt and got on all fours. I felt Matt's hands on my ass as he positioned himself. Matt pressed his cock against my pussy, and rubbed himself up and down my lips. After a few seconds, I felt him pushing into me. As Matt entered my pussy, his hands gripped my hips tightly.
"Mhmm baby, I don't think you've ever felt harder," I moaned as Matt filled me.
Matt began to thrust into me, pumping passionately into my cunt.
We were both groaning aloud as Matt's thighs slapped against my ass. I threw my head back in delight when I felt Matt pressing his index finger into my asshole. Matt worked his finger in and out of me as I began slamming my body back against his throbbing cock, meeting his every thrust.
"Ohhh fuck Matt!!! Harder baby! Fuck me harder!" I cried. Matt headed my pleas and pushed hard into me and I felt a second finger begin to enter my ass.
"Ohh god baby yesss!!" I moaned.
I was so close to my orgasm. I lowered my face down to the bed, sticking my ass up in the air as Matt continued to plow into me. My hands were now free and they found their way to my breasts. I pinched my nipples hard and awaited the surging climax of my orgasm.
"Ohhh fuckk Matt!!! Mhmmm mhmmm,"
Matt thrusted harder and faster which drove me over the edge. My body tensed up and my pussy contracted around Matt's cock. My satisfied cries filled the tiny room and my pussy flowed with my cream.
"Ohh god baby, are you almost there?" I moaned, tired and satisfied.
"Almost, baby, almost," Matt grunted.
"I want to see you cum," I cooed.
I felt Matt pull out of my gaping cunt and I immediately flipped over onto my back. I hungrily reached out and grabbed Matt's cock and began stroking him furiously. It only took seconds for huge ropes of cum to shoot out of Matt's twitching cock.
"Ahhhhh fuck!!!!! " Matt groaned as he bucked his hips.
I stared happily back and forth between Matt's face and his glorious exploding cock. I continued stroking Matt's penis as more and more of his seed just kept coming. It was the most I'd ever seen him produce, every drop of it landing on my breasts. Matt finally began to calm, and even with a limp penis his body continued to twitch and droplets of cum continued to dribble out.
Even the look on Matt's face as he stared down at me told me he was surprised by the amounts of cum that coated me.
"Ohh my good baby, that was nothing like I've ever felt before," he panted before lying at my side.
"I could tell babe, and this certainly isn't like anything we've experienced before," I replied as I played with the puddles of cum on my chest.
"Looks like we'll be taking that shower after all," Matt stated.
We laid there for a few minutes before making our way to the bathroom. Matt got some tissues and wiped my chest the best he could.
"Turn around," I instructed.
Matt listened and I lowered my hands, curling my fingers around the arms of the aneros.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah," Matt replied.
I slowly pulled on the toy; it slid from Matt's butt with ease. I tossed the still lubed up plastic cylinder in the sink while Matt turned on the shower.
"I just need to pee real quick," I informed Matt.
"No one's stopping you babe," Matt quipped.
"You want me to go with you just standing there?" I asked embarrassingly.
"It's not like you're going number two, you're just peeing, think of it as taking our relationship to another level," Matt replied with a chuckle.
"Well I've never seen you go while I was in here with you," I protested.
"So you want me to pee first and then you will?" he asked.
I nodded in response.
"You're such a baby," Matt chuckled as he walked over and lifted the toilet seat. I walked up behind him and stood on my tiptoes. Matt and I both stared down at his penis. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me before I saw his golden stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet. When he was done, Matt looked at me,
"Do you wanna shake it for me?"
I giggled as I wrapped my hands around Matt's waist and took his limp penis between my fingers. I shook his soft noodle a couple times, watching as a couple drops of pee fell into the bowl.
"Okay, your turn," Matt stated as he stepped out of the way.
I had no choice but to hesitantly lower the toilet seat and sit down. Matt mischievously knelt down infront of me and stared directly into my eyes, knowing how embarrassing this was for me.
"I don't hear anything?" Matt teased.
I stuck out my tongue at Matt, jokingly mocking him. A few seconds later we both smiled at each other as we heard the steady trickle of my pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I wiped myself and flushed then Matt helped me to my feet and into the shower.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked as we soaked our bodies beneath the warm water.
"I guess not," I replied, "What about you, was the aneros as scary as you thought it would be?" I asked.
Matt looked up at the ceiling, letting the water flow over his face. He looked back down at me,
"I don't think I was ever scared of the actual thing, you know the physical stuff. What worried me was what you would think of me after doing something like that, I had this insecure feeling that you'd think I was less of a man or something."
"Baby, why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?" I asked with a concerned tone.
"I dunno, maybe it's just stupid."
"Well what is stupid is thinking I would ever think of you as anything but one hundred percent my man, all man."
I wrapped my hands around Matt and he did the same to me,
"Baby, when I'm in your arms. . .I feel like the safest person in the world. And every time you kiss me, or hold my hand, or make love to me, or do something like tonight for me even though you were a bit hesitant, I know you are the only man for me," I continued to explain.
Matt kissed me on the forehead,
"Thanks baby, you're the best," he replied.
Matt and I finished up with our shower then got dressed. Matt slipped on some boxers and I just put on a t-shirt. We crawled into bed and huddled under the covers,
"So do you think we'll be adding the aneros to our future?" I asked.
"Definitely, it's not an everyday occasion kinda thing, but I could definitely see us using it once in a while," Matt replied.
"Glad you liked it."
"Well I'm glad you suggested it babe," Matt stated.
He reached over and gave me a peck on the lips,
"I love you baby," I cooed.
"I love you too Kimmy."
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The next morning I rolled out of bed around nine. I slipped on a pair of Matt's boxers, used the bathroom, then went to the kitchen. I returned a couple minutes later, a cup of coffee in each of my hands. I set down one cup next to Matt, on the bedside table.
"Babe, you have your study group in an hour," I whispered.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I watched as Matt slowly opened his eyes. He sat up with me, resting his back against the wooden head board. He smiled at me as he picked up his cup and took a sip,
"So what are you doing today?" he asked.
"Ohh I'll probably wait till Summer gets home, then maybe hit the gym before lunch then I have class this afternoon."
"Want me to get us lunch after my study group? I have a few hours before my class in the evening."
"Okay, sounds great," I replied.
"I better hop in the shower and head out," Matt stated after taking another sip.
I waited until Matt left then decided to tidy up the apartment a little. I was out in the kitchen when I heard the door opening. Adam and Summer came strolling in,
"Hey guys," I greeted.
"Hi Kim," they replied in unison.
Summer schlepped her bag over to her bedroom then returned at kissed Adam on the cheek,
"I'll see you this evening babe, thanks again," she stated.
"Don't mention is sweetie, see yah later Kim!"
"See yah Adam!" I replied.
Summer walked over and we exchanged a quick hug then sat at the table,
"He has class," Summer explained.
"So, how was it?" I asked.
"Really great, we had an amazing weekend, was really nice being back home."
"That's nice, so when is your class?"
"In an hour actually, I better go get ready, see you this evening? We can go out for dinner; I'll tell you all about my weekend."
"Okay sweetie, sounds like fun," I replied.
After Summer left for class, I got changed into my exercise clothes and headed out to the gym.
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Standing over the sink in the kitchen, I chugged my bottle of water. My workout had me feeling exhilarated. Hearing a key in the front door, and turned my head to see Matt enter.
"Hey baby," I greeted.
"Hi sweetie, I got us chipotle," he replied.
Matt set the brown bag down on the table as he made his way over to me. He embraced me from behind and held me.
"How was your workout?" he whispered.
"Amazing," I replied.
"What's amazing is how you look in those black spandex shorts and orange sports bra," Matt replied.
I giggled as he kissed my neck.
"Baby, I'm all sweaty," I squealed as he tickled my neck with his tongue.
"Mhmm, and you taste that much better," he whispered, "Is Summer home?" he asked.
I raised my head to the ceiling and closed my eyes, letting Matt work his tongue to the back of my neck as he continued kissing me.
"Nope, she had class," I cooed.
"Mhmmm, how convenient," Matt replied.
I felt Matt's hand on my stomach, moving down between my legs. I could almost feel my knees go weak when he cupped my vagina over my tight spandex shorts.
"Mhmmm baby, you're so warm," he whispered.
I wiggled my butt against Matt's body; I could already feel his prominent bulge pressing hard against my ass.
"Come on," I urgently stated, leading Matt into my room.
I spun round and kissed Matt hard, his tongue was so warm and his mouth so inviting. I felt him pawing at my sports bra; we broke our kiss so he could lift it off me. Matt immediately lowered his face to my breasts, sucking on my pert mounds. There was nothing for me to do but affectionately comb my fingers through his hair and enjoy his touch.
After a couple minutes, Matt laid me down on the bed, with my legs hanging over the edge. He kissed his way down my stomach. My tummy trembled as I giggled, Matt's tickling tongue swirling around my belly button having the desired effect. He moved lower and was now kissing my lower abdomen, over my spandex. Matt kissed the plump lips of my vagina which pressed against the tight fabric. I watched as he pressed his nose against my lips and took a shallow breath,
"You're amazing," he sighed as he hooked his fingers into my spandex, pulling it along with my thong down to my knees. I smiled as I felt a cool rush of air against my now bare skin.
"Baby, you sure you don't want me to take a quick shower first?" I asked, feeling a bit insecure.
Matt's response was quite reassuring,
"Are you kidding baby? You taste amazing," he replied before lowering his face to my pussy.
Matt tenderly kissed the lips of my vagina, planting light pecks up and down the length of my slit. My eyes tightened when I felt Matt warm tongue slide into my vagina. I could already feel my juices trickle onto Matt's tongue as my heart began beating faster and faster. All I heard was the slurping sounds of Matt's tongue lapping away at my vagina. After a few seconds, Matt pulled his tongue from me and moved up, latching on to my throbbing clit. I opened my legs wider as Matt gently nibbled on me. Matt raised his hand and slid a finger into me. I gasped in delight as he began pumping his finger inside me, quickly adding a second. Matt's tongue was swirling around my pulsing clit, lashing it back and forth. I was moaning and panting now, my mind overcome with pleasure. Matt pulled his mouth from my clit, replacing it with his thumb, rubbing tortuously delightful circles around it. With two fingers delving into me with considered pace, and his thumb circling my clit, Matt raised his face up to mine. He kissed me hard, and I ran my tongue all over him, tasting my wonderful juices on him. Matt's fingers curled inside me, moving speedily as I squirmed myself against him.
"Ahhhhh fuck MATTY!!!" I cried as a wave of ecstasy rushed over me.
I had to pull my mouth from Matt's as I clenched my jaw, my body shivering with my orgasm. I lay there breathing heavily, letting my mind calm back down as Matt continued to slowly caress me. I finally turned my face to him and smiled. He pulled his fingers from me and brought them up to his mouth. I watched as he sucked his glistening fingers. Matt let me lick his thumb clean, I savored my sweet nectar. As Matt pulled his finger from my mouth, he reached over to the sidetable drawer and retrieved the lube,
"Are you up for it?" he softly asked.
I nodded affirmatively.
Matt stood up and reached out an open hand,
"Come with me, I want to see your face."
Without query, I reached up and Matt helped me to my feet. I let my shorts and underwear fall to my ankles and stepped out of them. Matt led me to the bathroom and positioned me to stand over the sink, infront of the mirror. I looked over my shoulder and watched Matt pour some lube into his hand. I giggled when I felt his hand press between my butt cheeks. He rubbed his fingers around my tight entrance, teasingly slipping a finger in just to pull it back out. I looked forward into the mirror and stared back at myself and Matt. I heard him unbuckling his jeans. He took a few seconds to lube up his cock and then I felt him, pressing between my butt cheeks. Matt was looking down, and I was looking at him in the mirror. I felt the head of Matt's cock press against my asshole. He pushed gently and his head slid in. I grasped onto the sides of the white ceramic sink as Matt made his way into me. When he was about halfway in, I felt Matt place his hands on my hips and he looked up into the mirror at me. We smiled at eachother and he leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Matt's eyes focused on mine as I held my breath and he pushed in all the way. I relaxed my breathing and reveled in the wonderful feeling of being filled by Matt.
"You feel amazing baby," Matt whispered before kissing me on the neck.
"So do you Matty," I moaned.
Matt brushed the hair from my back and kissed my neck. I turned my head as best I could and found Matt's lips with my own. We kissed for a few tender seconds then I looked back into the mirror.
"Is anything hurting?" Matt lovingly asked.
"No babe, everything feels wonderful, just go slow at first," I replied.
Matt's grip on my hips tightened and he began sliding in and out. I groaned in delight as I felt Matt's rigid cock stretching my asshole. After a few seconds I was pressing my ass back against Matt to meet his thrusts. I stared into his eyes and brought a hand up to my breasts. Matt's strokes were tender and gentle, when I felt I was ready, I gave him the okay,
"Harder baby, fuck me harder," I moaned.
Matt's eyes were focused on my face as his plowed hard and deep into me. I squeezed my breasts hard, pinching my erect nipples as Matt continued thrusting into me. I was rotating my head from side to side, moaning in delight as I felt my orgasm approach.
"Ohhh fuck Matt!!" I cried as I squeezed my asshole around his shaft.
I screamed out loud and lowered my hand to my pulsing clit as my orgasm hit. Matt was right there with me, his cock spasming as he filled my ass with his warm cum.
We were both grunting as our bodies twitched in ecstasy. Matt pressed his face against my shoulder, leaving his cock deep in me as his orgasm continued. I was almost delirious as my shuddering climax subsided. I felt myself shiver, aftershocks of my orgasm. I could feel Matt soften inside me. I relaxed my contracted asshole and Matt eased himself out. I turned to face him and we kissed passionately. Matt wrapped his arms around me tightly as we kissed, his soft penis dribbling cum onto my abdomen. I could feel Matt's warm cum drooling from my asshole and smiled against his mouth. I stripped Matt and we hopped into the shower.
After getting dressed we went out into the kitchen and ate lunch. We were still basking in the glow of our love making; Matt reached out hand held my hand as we ate.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied, "I just love feeling you," he explained.
I smiled and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb.
After lunch we both headed out together to go to our classes. | literotica |
Title: 04 Dream a Little Dream by dark_moomba
Tags: Dream, M/F, Wolf
Welcome one and all\* to the fourth installment of Day After Day. Sorry it took so long to upload this last chapter, but I only have a vague idea of where i want the story to go so i write a chapter and post a chapter. Remember: you need to email, comment, or at least vote if you like the story. Feedback is absolutely amazing, thanks.
\*this story is not appropriate for immature readers and contains somewhat graphic sex and references to violence. If you like, enjoy, if not, go away!
Another note: it probably doesn't make sense if you havn't read the rest of the series...
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Damon felt fine the next day when he went to school. He took the pills Alice had given him and wasn't having any trouble with either maintaining his shape or blacking out. The only thing that bugged him was the fact that his memory wasn't working very well. He remembered answering the door to Alice and her giving him the pills, but he couldn't remember anything in between. He felt like there was something extremely important that his mind just wouldn't let him know.
The nagging sensation kept him off-balance at school for the entire week. Alice was acting strange too. She was being "clingy." Damon had never minded having a cute girl to hold on to, but it was starting to get a little strange. Other than that it was a fairly ordinary week.
The only thing interesting that had happened was that a guy named Jared had called, asking him if he'd like to meet and discuss a job opportunity.
"Jared, hmm...Oh, I remember now. Jared is the wolf that was one of the bouncers at the party we went to Saturday. If he wants to talk about a job opportunity, then he probably saw your fight with Roger."
"So do you think I should go talk to him?"
"I think that you should if you're interested in making a little bit of money for not a whole lot of work." Despite her words, she seemed worried by something.
Damon called him back and set up a meeting at Starbucks for Friday evening. Damon was going to wear his necklace again so Jared could recognize him. The necklace had come from Cozumel Mexico and Damon didn't know of anyone in Ohio that had the same necklace.
Thursday afternoon, Damon and Alice found themselves alone yet again. They often were alone after school, usually at Damon's house. Normally they just talked about life and played boyfriend and girlfriend. Today, however, Damon didn't feel like playing.
"I need to know some more about being a wolf."
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"How about you explain how I became a wolf. I mean how is it physically possible that I could transform into a half-human half-wolf creature?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"It's simple. I'm not the one that understands these things. There are lots of furry experts who claim all sorts of different things. I just know that I'm a wolf and I enjoy being a wolf."
"How did you become a wolf?"
"My dad changed me when I was only seven. He thought that it would be better for me to grow up being one. Both he and my mom are, so it was unavoidable that I would escape noticing it."
"Wait, when did they become wolves?"
"It was before I was born. I'm not sure exactly when. Oh, and they're not wolves."
"I'm so horribly confused right now." He shook his head. She leaned over and kissed him.
"Its okay. I'll try and explain. Since we're still more-than-half human, we have human children. If we want them to be changed like us, we have to change them. One benefit actually is that children don't suffer the side-effects of the medicine that more mature people do."
"What side effects?" Damon had a suspicious gleam in his blue eyes.
Alice blushed. "Oh you know, a little bit of memory loss, maybe some residual headaches, that sort of stuff." Damon opened his mouth to interrupt, but Alice silenced him with a kiss. "Let's not talk about that right now. Please?"
"...Fine..." She gave him another kiss, this one a bit longer. "Is there some reason you don't want me to take the job Jared was talking about?"
"I'm just worried that you're gonna get hurt."
"I can take care of myself." Damon's face showed that he was a bit hurt and insulted that she didn't have confidence in him. "I took care of Roger, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you're gonna be dealing with people a lot more dangerous than Roger if you take the job. Roger was totally smashed when you two fought. I just know you're gonna end up fighting someone who can actually fight and you're going to get hurt." She looked almost on the verge of tears.
"Shh...Don't worry." He dropped his head a little to look straight into her eyes. "If I take the job, there'll be a group of us working so the other guys will have my back. I'll be fine." He kissed her softly on her forehead. "You won't have to worry at all."
She sniffed back tears and pulled in close for a hug. "I love you..."
"I love you too. If it bothers you that much, I won't take the job."
"No. You're well-enough equipped for the job; I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"Nothing will." He held her until it was time for her to go home.
School on Friday went extremely slowly for Damon. The day seemed to be trying to torture Damon for as long as possible. By the time the last bell rang at two o'clock, Damon felt like he had sat through three consecutive days in school. He headed over to Alice's locker. "Hey sexy."
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Whaddaya want?"
"Nothing. I'm just happy that today is finally over. Do you want to come with me when I meet Jared?"
"No I've got some stuff I need to do this evening."
"Do you need to get home early?"
"No. I need to be home by five. What time are you supposed to meet Jared anyway?"
"I said anywhere from six to six fifteen. I'll probably just go and grab a coffee and a book from Borders and sit down and read till he gets there."
"Oh, wow that sounds dull."
"Hey, I like reading."
"I'm sure it's fabulous." She clearly looked skeptical.
"Whatever. I've got a few questions related to the wolves I'd like to ask you."
"Okay, shoot."
"I'm interested in knowing some more of the people in the loop. Basically I know you, Roger, and I'll be meeting Jared later this evening. That's hardly enough to invite to a party."
"Well, unfortunately, you're gonna have to go to some more parties and meet people. Actually, now that I think about it, do you remember Amy? She was a senior last year, blonde hair, fairly ditzy."
"Amy Reynolds? Yeah she's actually a good friend of mine."
"She's a raccoon."
"A raccoon?"
"Yeah, personalities play a big part in which animal you get. Amy tends to get distracted by shiny things, a lot."
"I guess she does at that. So how am I supposed to tell her that I'm a wolf?"
"I guess just call her up and ask her about the party last Saturday. She was probably there. If you know about that, it proves that you're a wolf and breaks the ice a little."
"Okay. Thanks, I may have to give her a call sometime over the weekend."
"You better not be thinking of cheating on me." She punctuated her remark by a swift elbow to the male's stomach.
"I wouldn't dream of it." They walked on, arm in arm, with Damon discreetly rubbing his gut.
They continued chatting for a while until it was time for Alice to be home. Damon returned to his own house to get quick shower. He had tried staying human while he showered, but whenever he turned into a wolf afterwards, he always felt dirty. He finally had gotten used to cleaning himself while he was wearing his wolf's fur.
In the shower there was a small mirror that Damon used to check what his hair looked like while it was wet. Once he had run it under the stream of water he found that it was nearly down to the tip of his nose. While he was wondering he also noticed that all along his jaw-line there was a faint trace of red fur sticking out from the black. A quick switch to and from his human form showed him that he needed to shave.
"Well, I'll be damned. A new and exciting discovery in the life of a wolf." He shook his head in the mirror again. "Maybe I should get it cut." Another shake of his head and he was back to thoroughly cleaning his fur, paying special attention to his tail. Damon loved his tail. He had dreamed, as most children did if they watched cartoons, what it would be like to have a tail. He just couldn't get over it. He wagged it and sprayed water all over the already-soaked shower stall.
He went back to shampooing his hair with an absent smile. He always kept his body fur short, otherwise he looked like a bum, but the hair on his head, with its vibrant red curls, demanded a lot of extra attention. Damon didn't care what other people thought he looked like, but he did care what he thought he looked like, so he generally went against fashion but usually looked good.
Before stepping out of the shower, he transformed into a human and then back to a wolf causing most of the water to fall down the drain. He then dried the residue out of his fur. He had tried just drying off in human form, but that left his fur feeling damp.
He pulled on dark jeans and a new blue t-shirt. The shirt was tight and showed of his pecs and abs very nicely. He added a little bit of hair gel to avoid his hair turning into an afro and headed out, almost forgetting to become human again. The instant he did, he went back into the bathroom and shaved.
He got to Starbucks a little late and barely had time to get a cup of coffee when fairly large guy walked over and sat down at the table with him. "You're Damon, right?"
"That's me. You must be Jared." The man named pulled out some papers and spread them out on the table. "What are those for?"
"So people think we're discussing business, which in fact, we are."
"Well you called the meeting so you should start talking."
"Basically, your story with the big guy got back to the head of security for the...people who run those parties. They were wondering if you'd like a trial position on security."
"Go on."
They continued discussing the details of the job such as pay, hours and the like and finally got everything settled and a meeting scheduled with the head honcho.
"Just so you know, I can only keep this job till the end of the summer. Then I'm going off to college."
"Where are you planning on going?"
"I've got a couple of places I need to decide between but the closest is almost 200 miles south."
"Ah. You know, you might want to talk to your friend from the party about another college you might be interested in. It's called the Leo National College."
"What's so special about it?"
"Just ask your friend. I need to get going. I'll call you about the meeting."
"Bye..."
The Leo National College had peaked Damon's curiosity and he searched online for it when he got home, but couldn't find anything. He decided to check with Alice tomorrow. He locked the door, got out of his clothes and changed shape. Alice had said that he would be able to transform instantaneously eventually so he wouldn't need to lock the door, but he couldn't do it yet.
Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow he was out.
He got up and saw Alice sitting on the foot of his bed.
'What are you doing here?'
'I wanted to surprise you...Did it work?
She was almost wearing a translucent blue nightgown that revealed all of her curves and hinted at most of the details. She was sitting in a proper position, only made a mockery by the gown. Suddenly, but without surprise she was next to him. Half on top of him, she kissed him, long and luxurious. Simultaneously, the kiss lasted for hours and was over in the blink of an eye.
'I love you...'
'I love you too.'
'Do you want me?'
'...More than anything.' He pulled her close for another kiss. Unnoticed, the gown had disappeared. His paws were suddenly caressing her lovely breasts while he grinded into her with his sheath. Her paws dropped to coax his member out of its protective blanket, while his mouth drifted down to kiss and bite the soft fur on her neck.
She moaned and redoubled her efforts to awaken his sleeping member, now grinding into him harder and harder. When he was finally ready to begin she straddled him completely and lowered herself inch by inch. Time seemed to stretch.
The world shimmered like a heatwave. 'Haven't I done this before?' The world flickered and Alice was lying on her back looking up at him with eyes alight with mischievous pleasure. '...Come on, it's not nice to make a lady wait...' Damon couldn't help but dive in.
He forced his entire length inside her all at once. She screamed but only in pleasure and immediately began pumping herself on his rod, creating a counterstroke to his own thrusts. Damon moved back to caressing her breasts and kissing her neck. She moaned loudly, 'God Damon!' She clamped down hard on his shaft causing him to plummet over the edge. He pushed every inch of him inside of her and shot what seemed like gallons of his seed into her. She in turn clasped him tightly and bit down hard on his neck.
They were lying next to each other, her cradled in his arms. She turned to him, 'I hope that was as good as the first time.'
'What are you talking about? That was the first time. I've never had sex before...'
'That's what you think.' She winked at him and kissed him.
Damon sat bolt upright on his bed panting. It was only three in the morning. | FSE |
Title: How My Sister Became My Lover
Tags: foursome, incest, lesbian, lifestyle, swap, swinging, group, group sex
The baggage claim area at the airport was full of people. Some had just flown into Austin. Others were here to pick up someone just arriving. I was in this second category. A glance at the overhead display let me know that Jessica's flight from Atlanta had landed. I hadn't seen my sister in nearly a year. Her last visit had been to attend the funeral for my wife, Lilly, who had been tragically killed in an auto accident. I had high expectations that this visit would be much different.
Jessica was 30 years old, about two years younger than myself. She was an attractive woman, about five feet five inches tall with shoulder length brunette hair, green eyes, a big smile, and a cute figure. We cared for, and looked out for, each other. You could say that we had a strong sibling connection. Up until the past few years we had been very close. It nearly broke my heart when she moved to Atlanta about four years ago to pursue a career. But recently her job had turned sour, and her relationship with her boyfriend had ended. Jessica wanted to start a new chapter in her life, and she decided to move back to Austin to make that new start.
At the time I was living in a large four bedroom house in the hill country just west of Austin. Lilly and I had it built as our dream home. We both loved that house, and the wonderful life we lived. Then one fateful day, that all ended. After Lilly's death, I thought I shouldn't continue to live in the house, but I also couldn't bring myself to leave it. That house had so many memories, mostly good ones.
Now I was happy that I had a place for Jessica to stay while she got back on her feet. She anticipated that it wouldn't take more than a few months to find a new job and then a place of her own to live. It would be good having her close to me again.
I looked up at the top of the escalator just as Jessica began to come down from the main concourse. I waved at her as she smiled and waved back at me. She looked beautiful. I moved through the crowd toward the escalator, arriving at the same time she reached the bottom. Jessica leapt into my arms and gave me a big kiss. It was normal that we always greeted close family members with a big kiss. Mom and dad had taught us that.
"So glad you're home." I told her. "I've missed you terribly."
"I'm so happy to be home." Jessica replied with a radiant smile.
We made our way over to the baggage carousel just as the flashing light and horn announced the arrival of the luggage from her flight.
"Those two are mine!" Jessica exclaimed as she pointed to her bags.
We were pleasantly surprised that her bags were the first ones deposited on the carousel. We grabbed them and made our way to the exit. It didn't take long to reach my car in the parking garage and we were soon on the highway. In less than an hour we arrived at my home.
After Jessica put her things into a guest bedroom, we sat in the living room, each of us holding a cold beer. We both were dressed comfortably, suitable for a warm, June day in Austin. I wore a knit sport shirt and Jessica wore a cotton tank top. We both wore shorts and sandals.
"This place looks the same. You haven't changed it very much." Jessica said while looking around the room.
"Not yet. Maybe someday." I replied. For me, the room had many memories of fun gatherings. On one wall were photos of couples, special friends to Lilly and me. I knew someday I would put some things away and start afresh. But not yet.
"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here a while." Jessica said sincerely. "This really means a lot to me. I hope I'm not an inconvenience or in your way."
"Not an inconvenience at all. Stay as long as you need. I doubt you will be in my way." I replied with a smile. I was happy for the company, and happy I could help my sister.
"This place has such a great pool, and summer is just beginning." Jessica mentioned as she looked out the windows into the backyard. "I intend to do some sunbathing and swimming out there. You know I love pools."
"Yeah. I remember." I replied. "Swim, sunbathe, do whatever you like. The backyard is totally private and I keep the pool clean and maintained. Remember, I also love the water."
We sat and talked about our lives and our work. Jessica told me about the job interviews she had already scheduled. She really hoped that one of these companies would hire her. For the time being we avoided discussing relationships, or whether either of us were dating.
After talking for a few hours, we prepared and ate a light summer meal. Later in the evening, after the sun had gone down and it was beginning to cool off outside, we sat out on the patio by the pool, drank another cold beer and enjoyed the view of the stars.
I was first to turn the discussion to a topic we had been avoiding.
"Care to tell me about what happened with that guy you were living with in Atlanta?" I asked. "What was his name? I don't remember. I only met him once, a couple of years ago."
"Curtis." Jessica relied somewhat coldly. "His name was Curtis Price. Yeah, I lived with him for nearly three years, but we were never a good fit together."
"It took three years to learn you weren't a good fit?" I asked, a bit surprised.
"I was young and thought he would change his opinions about certain things." Jessica began. "My ego let me believe he would change in order to make me happy and stay with me. Eventually I realized that he wasn't going to change."
"His opinions about things? What things? And why were they that important?" I pressed back.
"I'd rather not say." Jessica responded quietly. "Let's just say it was fundamentally important to me, and I guess his position was important to him. Neither of us would give in. As time went by, it became a larger issue that we argued over."
Jessica paused for a moment, then decided to explain a bit more.
"A month or so ago, we had that argument again. It became a big blowout and he stormed out to stay with a friend for a couple of days. At that time, my job was also giving me problems. My career had stalled and I couldn't find a way forward, not in Atlanta. I decided I needed a new start in life." Jessica paused, then continued. "I hope by relocating to Austin I can find the career and lifestyle I'm seeking. I'm so grateful that you are letting me stay here to get back on my feet."
"I hope it all works out well for you." I replied. "Again, you can stay as long as you like. You won't be an inconvenience."
"But I'm concerned that I'm interfering in your social life." Jessica retorted. "You are dating, aren't you? You do have a sex life, don't you?"
There was an awkward moment of silence. I finally spoke.
"I've had a few dates." I said. "But I've never brought any dates back to this house. I don't anticipate that your presence here will interfere in my social life."
Since Lilly died, my sex life had changed dramatically, from frequent sex, to almost no sex. Lilly and I had been part of a swingers group and we had enjoyed sex with many partners. But that group only allowed married couples to participate. When Lilly died, my participation ended, or at least until I was again married and had a wife who also wanted to swing. Searching for such a mate was difficult. And for now, I wasn't going to discuss that aspect of my sex life with my sister.
After another pause of silence, I again spoke.
"Although I may not have much of a sex life right now, I don't want to interfere in your love life." I told Jessica. "I hope you feel comfortable bringing your friends and dates here when you like. I guess with your relationship to Curtis over, you also are looking for that someone special."
"Thank you for the support and the offer to stay here." Jessica replied. "Currently there is no one special in my life. We shall see how things go."
"Sounds like both of us need to get laid." I quipped to which we both chuckled, a bit uncomfortably.
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Within a week, Jessica and I had settled into our own routines around the house. For the most part each of us had our own life to live. Weekdays, I worked a usual downtown office job 8 to 5. In the mornings, Jessica often had job interviews, or spent time getting reacquainted with Austin. Austin had changed a lot in the past four years. Jessica had reconnected with old Austin friends and was making new friends quickly.
Most afternoons Jessica spent time sunbathing by the pool. Some evenings we had dinner together and watched TV or listened to music. Weekends we occasionally did things together. Otherwise we went our own ways with our own friends. We had no ownership of each other's life, and it all just worked well.
I made it a point to take Jessica out at least once a week for dinner and to visit some of my favorite nightspots. One time we went to a club and discovered how much we enjoyed dancing with each other. Neither of us had prospects for a steady significant other, so we continued to go out clubbing together. We genuinely enjoyed being with each other, possibly because as siblings there was no pressure to develop a romantic relationship. Sometimes we were approached by others and asked if we were husband and wife, or just in a long term relationship. When Jessica didn't want to be bothered by some stranger, her answer was that I was her 'very significant other.'
One Friday night at a dance club a very attractive red-head named Misty asked to join us. The three of us had drinks and danced several songs together. Misty was obviously more interested in Jessica than in me. Eventually I backed out and sat down at our table, watching the two women. The two females danced, touched, hugged and eventually kissed each other. At the end of one music set, Misty excused herself to go to the ladies room. Jessica came over to me and told me she would be going home with Misty for the night. She would get a ride home in the morning. I was a bit stunned, but accepted the situation. Jessica was a grown woman and could do what she liked. I left and went on home by myself.
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The next morning I was up and having coffee when Jessica came home.
"So, you and Misty? I didn't know this side of you." I inquired.
"There are several things you don't know about me." Jessica replied, then added, "and I suspect there are many things I don't know about you, my dear brother."
Jessica poured a cup of coffee for herself and joined me at the breakfast table. My curiosity made me ask more about her love life.
"If I may ask, do you have sex only with women?" I asked. "Or in addition to sex with men?"
Jessica looked at me, pausing to think before she spoke.
"Are you judging me?" She asked.
"Not judging. Just curious." I replied. "You are old enough to make you own decisions."
"If you must know, I do enjoy sex with women and with men. But, of course, only one at a time." Jessica told me. "Something I have enjoyed for several years. However I must admit that when I'm with a man, I am often considering long-term relationships, but not always. With a woman, I'm just having a fun encounter, just enjoying no-strings-attached sexual pleasure."
"Sounds like you have a healthy attitude about sex." I replied.
"Curtis didn't feel that way. He wanted me to be completely faithful to him, no sex with any other person, male or female." Jessica explained. "I was willing to forego sex with other men, but I still wanted an occasional romp with another female. I don't think he was confident enough in himself or our relationship to allow that. In the end, that was the major issue that drove us apart."
"His loss." I added.
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Although we hadn't lived in the same house since high school, about 15 years earlier, we soon felt comfortable around each other in various forms of attire. Our 'at home' attire became very casual. I often wore just shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica would wear a tank top and running shorts. Often she was bra-less, and her nipples poked out the thin material of her tank top. She apparently noticed how I would stare at her well defined breasts. And Jessica would sunbathe out by the pool, wearing a skimpy bikini. I think she enjoyed teasing me.
One evening after we had dinner, we sat in the living room, drinking wine and listening to music while we talked. I was sitting on the sofa wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Jessica was lounging on the far corner of the love seat which was at a right angle to the sofa. Her legs were up on the love seat with her feet pointed at me. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short, pleated cotton summer skirt.
I had dimmed the lights and Jessica was playing one of her favorite play-lists on her phone through the home audio system via a wireless connection. The setting was very conducive to an enjoyable conversation. We were well into our second bottle of wine when the conversation turned to our mutual lack of a steady sex partner. Soon we were comparing our desired characteristics for a great lover.
"I would like someone who is fun, sexy, smart, caring, sensitive, and a great kisser." I said. "I don't think that is too much to want in a lover."
"I agree. All of that." Jessica replied. "And they must be good in bed."
I was a bit concerned that our discussion may turn to sex, but our inhibitions were lowered by the wine and the music, so I decided to continue down this line of conversation. Jessica also appeared to be interested in discussing sex. She shifted in her seat, as if to get more comfortable. In the process she bent her left leg and slightly parted her legs. Her skirt rose up some, giving me a view of the inside of her thigh. Damn, she looked sexy.
"Yeah." I agreed. "Of course they have to be a good lover."
"They need to know when, where, and how to touch me." Jessica said in a soft sultry voice.
She was staring at me while she placed her hand on her knee, then her hand slid down to her inner thigh. Her skirt moved higher, exposing her pink panties to me. My eyes moved back and forth between her panties, and her eyes. She knew, and I knew, what she was doing. She was teasing me again and enjoying doing so. I could feel a twinge in my cock and I shifted in my seat, giving my cock a bit more space as it became aroused. I knew this could be a dangerous game, but I was thoroughly enjoying playing this way with her.
"My lover must have great oral skills." Jessica continued. "I love it when a tongue pleasures my clit and gives me fabulous orgasms. And, they must be able to make love for a long period of time, giving me multiple orgasms."
By this point her legs were spread wide open and she was obviously displaying her panty covered crotch to me as her finger slowly ran up and down the inside of her thigh. My cock was growing in my shorts, and I shifted again.
A change in the music provided a redirection of our interactions. The song "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac began playing with its sensual beat and those sultry vocals by Stevie Nicks. The Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits album was a favorite of our parents and they played it frequently when Jessica and I were young.
"Oh, I love this song!" Jessica exclaimed as she leapt to her feet in the middle of the room. As the music played she danced for me, swaying her hips and holding her arms out as if a bird soaring in the wind. I sipped my wine while watching my sister and her sensual movements.
As the next song, "Over My Head", began to play, Jessica continued to dance while staring at me with a mischievous grin. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head before tossing the shirt onto the floor. All the while I was watching her and she was watching me as she continued swaying to the music. Jessica was wearing a pink bra that matched her panties. She filled the bra out well, likely a C-cup.
"Damn, you're sexy." I whispered. "I don't know why some guy, or some girl, hasn't swept you off your feet."
Jessica smiled back at me. "The right lover just hasn't come along." She said while she continued to dance to the music.
The next song by Fleetwood Mac, "Sara" began playing and Jessica's dance movements became more pronounced. She was now twirling around, swinging her arms, and swaying to the music. I was loving watching my sexy sister. Without missing a beat to the music, she unfastened the button on her hip, unzipped the skirt, and let it fall off.
I'm sure my eyes were wide open as I watch my sister dancing sensually to the music, dressed in only her pink bra and panties. I finished my glass of wine and put the empty glass on the end table. I was so bold as to whistle at Jessica. She smiled and winked at me.
She continued dancing as the next song, "You Make Loving Fun" began. She turned away from me and showed me her cute little butt in those skimpy pink panties. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra just before she turn back around and flung her bra onto the love seat. She continued dancing while facing me, in only her panties, allowing me to stare at her fabulous tits. My cock was getting hard and I was sure she could see the bulge in my shorts.
Jessica moved closer to me while still swaying to the music. When the music stopped, she straddled my legs and then sat down in my lap, facing me, her panty covered pussy pressed against my hard cock, still inside my shorts.
"I love you, brother." she said just before planting a wet kiss on my mouth.
I was stunned by her actions. It was also thrilling and erotic. But this was my sister that I was lusting for.
"I love you also." I replied.
We stared into each other eyes, attempting to determine what each was thinking, and what we would allow ourselves to do. Jessica took my hand and placed it onto her soft, but firm breast. God, that felt so wonderful.
She moaned as we kissed again. These kisses were becoming more that the sibling kisses we had shared throughout our lives. My hand began caressing her breast, my fingers playing with her hard nipple. She wiggled her crotch on my cock and she could likely feel it throbbing.
We kissed again and our lips parted, our tongues touching, then exploring the other's mouth.
I was in ecstasy. My heart was pounding. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. All of this felt so incredibly wonderful, to be kissing someone I loved, and she loved me. My hand on the flesh of her breast. Her pussy and my cock separated by only a few layers of thin material.
But she was my sister. I couldn't have sex with my sister. Could I?
After what appeared to me several minutes of passionate kissing and touching, my more rational brain took control. I gently pushed Jessica away from me and looked at her.
"I want to do this. But I can't. We can't." I said.
She looked at me, disappointed, and then nodded her head in agreement.
"I guess you are right." Jessica said as she backed up, moved off of me, and turned to pick up her clothes.
I had a great close-up view of her incredibly sexy ass.
"Sister, I have to tell you that you are so sexy and you have an incredible ass." I said, then added. "You know that if you weren't my sister, I would be fucking you right here, right now."
Jessica turned her head, looking over her shoulder at me, allowing me to still look at her ass.
"If you weren't my brother," she replied, "I would want you to be doing exactly that."
In the days that followed, Jessica often wore only a t-shirt and panties when just the two of us were home. No bra. No shorts. No skirt. I think we both wondered what might happen between us, if this final barrier stopping us were to fall. Most nights, as I fell asleep alone in my bed, I was having thoughts of sex with my sister, and my cock was hard and aching. These nights, masturbation was common, and my only source of relief.
\- - - - -
One afternoon in late June, the air conditioning failed in the office building where I worked. We were all told to take the rest of the day off and go home. I arrived home about 2 PM, knowing that Jessica would not be expecting me. And indeed she wasn't.
I entered the house, and initially couldn't find my sister. Then, while standing in the living room, looking out the window towards the pool, I saw Jessica. She was laying face down on the chaise lounge, sunbathing. I could clearly see that cute ass of hers. She was completely naked and her skin was covered in a sheen, likely a combination of suntan oil and light perspiration. She looked so sexy. I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
I stood there for several minutes, like a voyeur. Then, as I was watching, she turned over onto her back, her naked front side completely visible. I could see that her nipples were hard. It also appeared that she was unaware that I was home, or watching her. I backed away from the window and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothing.
While undressing in my bedroom, I thought about joining Jessica by the pool. I was naked and decided to look at her again from my upstairs window, before putting my swimsuit on.
Jessica was still laying on her backside on the lounger and she was still naked. She had spread her legs, allowing her feet to fall off the sides of the lounger and onto the patio. I couldn't tell if she could see me in the upstairs window or not. As I watched she placed her left hand on her breast and began playing with her nipple, just as I had done a few days earlier. Then she dropped her right hand between her legs and began running a finger over her pussy lips. It was the first time that I had actually seen that she was completely bare down below. She must have shaved or waxed all her pubic hair. I held my cock in my hand and felt it getting hard.
I watched as Jessica's hand movements became more intense. She was squeezing her tit, and fucking her pussy with her fingers. Sometimes she was shoving two or three fingers inside her pussy, and then she would furiously rub her clit. She used her feet and legs to hold herself and she began thrusting her hips upward, as if fucking a lover. Her head moved side to side and at times I thought I could hear her moaning. I began stroking my cock and I picked up the underwear I had removed in case I needed to catch my ejaculation.
I watched and masturbated as Jessica pleasured herself down below on the patio. She was finger fucking herself faster and harder, and I could definitely hear her moans. Then suddenly she shoved her fingers deep inside her pussy while she thrust her hips up and held them there. She moaned loudly and her body began to shudder.
I stroked my cock a couple more times and knew I was about to explode. I swiftly move my underwear to cover the head of my cock just as I had my orgasm and began spewing my cum. My body shook and my legs weakened, as if I was about to collapse. But I stood there and watched my sister. Her orgasm eventually waned and she lowered herself back onto the lounge. She pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and slowly slid them one-by-one into her mouth and sucked them clean. Meanwhile I had unloaded a sizable amount of cum into my underwear.
I looked back at my sister, and it appeared she was looking at me, with a smile on her face. I quickly moved away from the window and decided to take a shower to cool off and clean up. After my shower, I dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs. I could hear the water running in the guest bathroom, and knew Jessica was also taking a shower.
A short while later, I was sitting at the breakfast table, drinking a glass of iced tea, when Jessica came into the kitchen. She was dressed in a clean t-shirt and thong panties.
"Been home long?" She asked as she bent over into the open refrigerator supposedly to get a drink. I was enjoying the view of her cute ass in the tiny thong panties. I also knew the drink she retrieved was on an upper shelf. She had no need to bend over that far and expose herself to me, other than she wanted to tease me.
"No, not too long." I replied. "Did you enjoy the pool?"
"So you saw me out by the pool?" she quickly asked. I knew that I had given myself away.
"Okay. Yeah. I saw you out there." I replied sheepishly. "Sorry I was watching you."
"I'm not." she said as she sashayed out of the room. "I hope you enjoyed the show."
We never again mentioned what happened that afternoon.
\- - - - -
The July 4th holiday weekend allowed Jessica and I to spend a long weekend together. We had decided that on Saturday we would go to a local arts festival, a popular summer event in Austin. We had been there about an hour looking at various art exhibits when I heard a familiar voice.
"Ryan! Is that you?" the female voice said. "We haven't seen you in quite a while."
I turned toward the voice and saw Tiffany and Vincent Taylor, friends from my swinging past with Lilly.
"Hello Tiffany. Hello Vincent. How are you?" I replied as I extended my hand. I wanted to be polite to my dear friends, but I wanted to keep my swinging past a secret from Jessica.
"We're doing well." Vincent replied as we shook hands.
"And who is this lovely lady?" Tiffany asked as she turned to Jessica with a special gleam in her eye.
"Jessica. I'm Jessica Harris." my sister replied as she extended a hand to Tiffany.
"Well hello Jessica Harris. So very nice to meet you." Tiffany said with some surprise in her voice.
I immediately knew that we possibly had a problem. When Tiffany heard the last name of Harris, she likely assumed that Jessica was my wife. But before I could clarify this was my sister, Vincent pulled me back to face him.
"Jessica is quite lovely. Why haven't we heard about her already?" Vincent asked.
Before I could answer, Tiffany was already speaking.
"Ryan, you and Jessica must come over for drinks and some fun tomorrow night." Tiffany insisted. "We won't take 'No' for an answer. Let's say five o'clock?"
"Thank you. We accept." Jessica quickly replied. "We look forward to seeing you. I assume Ryan knows where you live."
"Don't be silly. Of course he does." Tiffany said as she gave Jessica a big hug followed by a quick kiss. "I know we will have a lot of fun together tomorrow night."
I was about to protest when Vincent, who still had my hand in our handshake grip, spoke.
"Now Ryan. You cannot say 'No'. You know how much Tiffany loves to see you." Vincent said as he and Tiffany turned to walk away. "Sorry to be in a hurry, but we've late for another engagement. Glad we ran into you and we look forward to tomorrow. Be there at five. Don't be late."
I was thunderstruck, standing there as Vincent and Tiffany walked away. How was I going to explain to Jessica that we had to cancel our acceptance of their invitation for drinks the following evening?
"Jessica. There are some things about the Taylor's, and my history with them, that you need to know." I said this in a firm voice. "This is important and we need to talk. But not here. Let's go home."
Jessica looked puzzled, but accepted what I said. Reluctantly we left the art festival and headed home.
I was unsure inside how this would go down. I wasn't the type to make up stories, or tell lies, especially to my sister, so I would just have to come clean about the swinging sex life that Lilly and I once enjoyed. I expected that Jessica would be shocked, but also that she would understand why we had to cancel on Vincent and Tiffany.
\- - - - -
About twenty minutes later Jessica and I were back in our living room, with all those framed photos of the swinger friends that Lilly and I had sex with over the past few years.
"What is all this about?" Jessica asked me. "You are acting very strangely."
"This is a bit difficult for me to explain." I began. "Lilly and I had a secret side of our life, something that Vincent and Tiffany were a part of."
"You can tell me." Jessica replied. "It cannot be too terribly bad. I doubt you all robbed a bank or anything like that."
"Oh! Nothing like that." I began. "Lilly and I were part of a swingers group. We would meet other couples, and if we thought we were compatible, we would swap spouses and have sex. Vincent and Tiffany were part of that swingers group, and Lilly and I had sex with them, actually many times. I had sex with Tiffany. Lilly had sex with Vincent. And often Lilly had sex with Tiffany."
Jessica was looking at me, listening to my every word. It appeared she wanted to know more.
"The swingers group only allows married couples to participate." I continued. "So when Lilly died, I lost my membership, so to speak. But when you introduced yourself as Jessica Harris, they assumed that you were my new wife, not my sister. They likely assumed that I wouldn't marry anyone unless they also wanted to be part of the swingers scene. So they invited you and I over to their home tomorrow not only for drinks, but to have sex, me with Tiffany, and you with Vincent, and maybe you with Tiffany. I know that sounds outrageous, but I'm sure that is what they intend to do tomorrow night. I suppose I should have known this secret would eventually get out. I should have told you earlier."
Jessica looked at me and smiled. She stood up and walked over to the framed photos of the swinger friends from my past hanging on the wall.
"So these are photos of your swinger friends?" Jessica asked.
I nodded that she was correct.
Then Jessica took the photo of Vincent and Tiffany off the wall, turned it over and looked at the back.
"And the dates on the back are all the times you and Lilly had sex with Tiffany and Vincent?" Jessica asked.
"You are correct." I replied.
"I've already looked at all of these," Jessica continued, "and I can see that Vincent and Tiffany must have been your favorites. You and Lilly had sex with them more than twice as many times as with any of the other couples."
"Uh, yes. You are probably right about that." I answered, unsure why she had already looked at the back of all those photos.
"Well brother." Jessica walked over and looked at me. "I must admit that this is not news to me. I already knew that you and Lilly were swingers and that you two had sex with all these couples."
"How did you know that?" I looked at Jessica totally puzzled.
"Lilly told me about the swingers group, from the time you two attended the very first 'Meet & Greet' party." Jessica said. "I already knew that Tiffany was your favorite. And I know that Tiffany and many other of these women thought you were the best lover they ever had. I expect many of them are waiting to hear when your membership has been restored."
"When did Lilly tell you all of this?" Now I was the one that had questions.
"Every time Lilly and I had sex, she would tell me about the latest sexual encounters you two had within your swingers group." Jessica explained.
"What? You had sex with Lilly?" I was dumbfounded. "More that once?"
"She never told you?" Jessica replied, visibly shocked. "She told me that she was going to tell you about the two of us having sex. It was the only sexual affair she had outside of your swinging activities with her."
"No! She never told me. I never knew." I replied. "How long were the two of you having sex together? Was it often?"
"Oh my brother. I'm so sorry you didn't know." Jessica replied. "Lilly and I first had sex together the night before your wedding. As you remember, I was the Maid of Honor. I planned the bachelorette party for her for the wedding eve. All the girls went out to a dance club and we had a great night. Later we all ended up back at my place and had more drinks. Eventually all the others, except Lilly, left and went home. Lilly had planned to stay with me, as sometimes happens that a bride spends her last night as a single with her Maid of Honor. We had a great time in bed that night, but we got very little sleep, if you catch my drift. I've known since then that Lilly was a fantastic lover. While I was still living in Austin, we got together once or twice a month and fucked each other silly. I think that is why she wanted to try sex with other people. I suspect the idea for you two to explore the swinging lifestyle was her idea, wasn't it?"
"Oh my God! You are right." I replied. "And I felt a bit guilty that maybe I had forced her into swinging."
"No, don't feel that way." Jessica continued. "I know that both of you really enjoyed the swinging lifestyle and still loved each other very, very much. When I moved to Atlanta, I lost maybe my best lover. Whenever I came back to Austin to visit, once or twice a year, she and I always found some time to be together. We had great sex, and she kept me up-to-date on the swinging activities you two shared."
"Oh my God!" I replied. "I was completely unaware that you knew about our activities. And I never knew that the two of you were lovers. This is all news to me."
"Well, don't feel bad that you were keeping secrets from me, because you weren't." Jessica responded. "It seems that we were keeping secrets from you. I'm sorry that Lilly never told you."
I had a lot to process. We sat in silence for several minutes.
"Lilly told me another thing." Jessica said. "I wonder if it is true."
"What is that?" I replied.
"Lilly told me you were an incredible lover." Jessica began. "She says you know how to make love to a woman, how to hold her, touch her, kiss her, and pleasure her. She told me you have a really nice large cock, and it stays hard for a long time, even after you have an orgasm. Lilly told me you consistently gave her multiple orgasms. It was one of the reasons you were so very popular in your swingers group. Is all that true, my brother? Are you an incredible lover?"
I was embarrassed to discuss my sexual abilities with my sister, but we were being honest with each other.
"I suppose I have to admit that all those things you said are true." I replied. "I really enjoy sex and I have a somewhat unique ability to really please all the women."
"One last thing." Jessica added. "I suppose you haven't had much sex since Lilly died. Don't you want to be with Tiffany again?" Jessica was blunt in her question.
"Tiffany was a terrific lover. Yes, I dream of having sex with her again." I replied. "But we can't meet Vincent and Tiffany tomorrow. I can't ask you to go there and have sex with Vincent, and maybe Tiffany. And we aren't married."
"But they think we're married." Jessica replied. "You want to fuck Tiffany. I could use a good fuck, and I've heard from Lilly that Vincent is very good, almost as good a lover as you are. And If I get some time with Tiffany, that's even better. You know I go both ways."
I was caught off guard that Lilly had told Jessica that I was a great lover. Maybe I am, but I didn't want my sister to know that.
"But you are my sister. I can't have sex with you." I argued.
"From what you have said, and what Lilly told me," Jessica began, "at these swaps, spouses don't have sex with each other. No one would expect you and I to have sex. We would just have sex with others. See? No problem."
She had a point. It would be easy to avoid having sex with Jessica if we were to swap with Vincent and Tiffany. I had one last concern.
"I know that Vincent and Tiffany prefer the same-room, same-bed approach to swinging. Therefore we would likely be in the same room, on the same bed, have sex with another person at the same time." I said. "We would be watching each other having sex. I think that would be a weird."
"Okay. I agree with that. It might be a bit weird watching each other having sex." Jessica agreed. "But that's a small price to pay if both of us get to have some great sex. At least it is in my book."
"And to look like a married couple, we would have to kiss each other." I added.
"I have no problem with that." Jessica replied as she step forward, put her arms around me and locked me into a full-on, open mouth, sensual kiss.
Our kiss lasted quite a while. We both needed the loving and were comfortable enough with each other to passionately kiss each other. I was getting aroused, my cock getting hard. Jessica could feel my manhood grow as it was pressed against her belly. She reached down and took hold of my hard cock through my shorts.
"Tomorrow night we will take care of your friend here. I think he will get a good fucking." Jessica said with a grin.
\- - - - -
The next evening at five o'clock Jessica and I were at the front door of Vincent and Tiffany's home, prepared to present ourselves as a married couple with the hopes of having some fabulous sex. I was wearing slacks, a knit sports shirt, and sandals. Jessica was wearing a really sexy little black dress and heels. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and I wondered if she was even wearing panties. She appeared eager for some unbridled sex.
Within moments we were inside the Taylor's living room. Drinks were mandatory. Hard liquor was the quickest way to settle nerves and loosen any inhibitions. We all were drinking bourbon on the rocks, and it was having the desired effect.
"So how long have you two been together?" Vincent asked what could have been an awkward question.
"Actually we've known each other for many years." Jessica was quick to answer. "But only recently, after Lilly's death, did I move back from Atlanta and reconnect with Ryan."
"We all miss Lilly." Vincent joined in. "She was such a wonderful lover."
"And Ryan is also a wonderful lover." Tiffany said. She then turned to Jessica and added, "But you must know that by now."
"I've heard he has quite a reputation with your swingers group." Jessica deflected.
"So you know about our group. We are so glad that Ryan found someone like you that wants to play as we do." Vincent said towards Jessica. "Tell us why you were interested in our swingers group."
"Actually I've known Ryan and Lilly for many years." Jessica began. "Lilly confided in me about their swinging lifestyle and how much incredible sex they had. After Ryan and I met you yesterday, Ryan told me about your relationship with him, and likely what you intend for this evening. I'm quite eager to try this."
"So, have you ever done anything like this before? Ever swap partners? Ever get involved in group sex?" Tiffany asked.
"No. Just one-on-one sex, mostly with a male lover." Jessica then turned towards Tiffany and added, with a sly smile, "and sometimes with a female lover."
"Are you nervous?" Vincent asked. "We often have the ladies start, then the guys join in. Helps everyone get in the mood so to speak before the real fun begins."
Jessica smiled and nodded her head. She appeared ready for this experience.
"Ryan, will you refill all our drinks while I put on some music?" Vincent asked me. From our past days, when Lilly and I were with Tiffany and Vincent, I was familiar with Tiffany beginning the activities with my wife, the two of them dancing, and then stripping together. It appeared that Vincent and Tiffany still started things this way.
When the music started, Tiffany rose, kicked off her shoes, and began swaying to the music. She reached out her hand and Jessica rose to join her, also removing her shoes. Vincent and I sat, sipped our drinks and watched the two ladies.
Jessica and Tiffany appeared very interested in each other, sensually swaying together, lightly touching each other. As they danced, they moved closer to each other, holding each other's hands. Their eyes were locked upon one another, almost as if they were alone in the room. There was a silent communication between the two women, using the touch of each other, and the responses in their eyes to judge what each wanted, and was willing to do.
Vincent and I watched as Tiffany and Jessica pulled together in an embrace, their faces so close together. Without a word ever being spoken, they both closed their eyes as their lips met in a gentle kiss. They continued to hold each other, their bodies still moving in a sensual way to the music. Their lips parted, tongues feeling out the other, as the kiss became more passionate.
Vincent leaned over closer to me and whispered, "You know I always loved Lilly, but it appears that Jessica is even hotter. Tonight should be loads of fun."
We returned our attention to the two ladies just as they both began to unzip the other's dress. Jessica's little black dress and Tiffany's long red dress hit the floor at the same time, pooling around their feet. Both were now dressed in only their panties. Neither had been wearing a bra. Jessica wore a black thong which matched her black dress. Likewise, Tiffany wore a tiny red G-string thong that matched her red dress. As they resumed their passionate kiss, their near-identical C-cup breasts pressed together.
The heat from their erotic actions was rising. I could feel my cock swelling within my pants and I had to adjust myself, giving my cock room to grow. Out of my side view, I could see Vincent making a similar adjustment.
As the ladies continued their sexual dance, their hands wandered over the other's body, caressing shoulders, arms, sides, and hips. It really was an erotic event to watch. Jessica was the first to put a hand on Tiffany's breast, and soon Tiffany's hand was caressing Jessica's breast. They continued their kissing and swaying sensually to the music as the arousal grew within each. Tiffany's hand slid down Jessica's front and over her thong, cupping her pussy.
"You are already wet." Tiffany said in a sultry voice. "I have to admit that I am also very wet."
Jessica stopped moving as Tiffany was fingering her through her damp thong.
"Let's take this to the bedroom." Jessica said. "That's where we will play, right?"
Tiffany flashed a big grin, put her arm around Jessica's waist and led her towards the bedroom. Vincent and I quickly finished our drinks and followed the women.
By the time Vincent and I arrived in the master bedroom, the bed had been stripped of the covers, leaving only the fitted bottom sheet. Jessica was laying on her back with Tiffany partially next to her, and partially on top of her. They had resumed their passionate kissing.
There were two easy chairs near the foot of the bed. Vincent indicated for me to have a seat as he also sat down. For a while we would watch. I began removing my clothes, as did Vincent.
Tiffany had risen up on her knees and was quickly pulling off Jessica's thong. I realized that Tiffany had already removed her G-string which was laying on the floor.
In the art of making love, Tiffany decided to skip some steps, such as caressing and kissing Jessica's breasts, and she moved quickly to the first main event. Within moments, Tiffany's head was between Jessica's legs. The sounds of wet, sloppy oral sex were easy to hear.
"Oh God YES!" Jessica exclaimed loudly as she raised her knees and spread her legs even more to improve Tiffany's access to her slit. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy! Lick my clit! Oh YES, YES, YES!" Jessica continued to vocalize how horny she was and how good Tiffany's oral ministrations were.
This situation was a bit surreal for me. I had never witnessed my sister having sex with another person. I had only seen her masturbate that one time out beside the pool. This was very different, so close, and somewhat more personal. She knew I was close-by and watching, soon to be participating. I never expected her to be so vocal, and obviously craving sexual stimulation. I had seen Lilly and Tiffany making love, and Lilly was never this vocal.
Tiffany was also obviously horny. In addition to eating Jessica's pussy with gusto, Tiffany was also fingering her own pussy. From both females, the strong odor of aroused pussy was very evident, and was making me very horny. I wondered when and how Vincent and I would become involved in this.
I looked towards Vincent and he gave me a 'Wait' signal, which was very well timed as things changed quickly.
Jessica was getting close to her orgasm. She was even more vocal, she grasped Tiffany's head and was bucking her hips into her lover's face.
"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK!" Jessica was nearly screaming as she bucked her hips into Tiffany's face. Tiffany kept licking Jessica's pussy with all the vigor she could.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Jessica screamed as her orgasm hit. She took Tiffany's head into a vise grip and held it still as Jessica's body shuddered and she gasped for air. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she kept moaning.
Jessica's orgasm peaked and her tense body collapsed onto the bed, while letting go of Tiffany's head. Her breathing continued heavy as she recovered from an intense orgasm. It had been incredible to watch. I had only witnessed such an orgasm from Lilly a few times. I wondered if this was normal for Jessica, or something very special for her.
Tiffany backed away from Jessica's swollen, wet pussy, and she sat back on her heels. Tiffany's face was covered in Jessica's pussy fluids, and the broad smile on Tiffany's face indicated that she was loving it. Vincent and I were watching in amazement. My cock was leaking pre-cum and I was sure that Vincent's cock was doing the same.
For several moments we all remained quiet, looking at each other, but mostly at Jessica's pussy. I couldn't believe that I had witnessed such behavior from my sister.
And then things changed again. Jessica stretched out her arms to Tiffany in an invitation to hug and kiss. Tiffany responded by leaning over on top of Jessica and then kissing, a more gentle, loving kiss. It appeared that Jessica didn't mind that Tiffany's mouth was covered in her own pussy fluids. Maybe the taste of herself just made it much more erotic.
Vincent and I continued to watch as the two ladies lay next to each other, hugging and kissing. Maybe soon he and I would be getting involved. But not yet.
Jessica wrapped her arms around Tiffany in a tight hug and rolled them over so that Jessica was now on top of Tiffany.
"My turn to pleasure you." Jessica said in a sultry voice as she began to kiss her way down the front of Tiffany's body. Tiffany already had hard nipples standing out, and Jessica's mouth soon latched upon one, and then the other. As she sucked on one of Tiffany's nipples, Jessica was pinching Tiffany's other nipple. Very quickly Tiffany was moaning in pleasure.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tiffany was saying in a soft voice as she ran her fingers through Jessica's hair.
Jessica continued southward, soon arriving at Tiffany's shaved-smooth pussy which was already wet from her own fingering earlier. Soon Jessica was kneeling between Tiffany's legs while eagerly licking Tiffany's pussy.
"Oh Yes! Oh Yes!" Tiffany was muttering as she was becoming more aroused.
Vincent and I watched with great interest, and hard cocks, as Jessica was eating Tiffany's pussy. Then Jessica upped the game as she slid a finger inside Tiffany's slit, followed by a second and then a third finger. She continued to lick Tiffany's clit while finger fucking her hard.
"Oh my God! That feels so fucking good!" Tiffany exclaimed as Jessica continued pleasuring her lover.
Jessica looked back over her shoulder at Vincent. She spread her knees as much as she could between Tiffany's legs, wiggled her ass just a bit and said, "Fuck me Vincent."
Vincent need no further instructions as he moved onto the foot of the bed, knelt behind Jessica and slid his hard cock slowly into her waiting, wet pussy. He was watching Jessica eat his wife's pussy, and he was watching his wife's expressions from all the sexual activity.
"Fuck her Vincent!" Tiffany told her husband. "Fuck her as good as she is fucking me."
I was feeling a bit left out so I stood and walked to the side of the bed. Tiffany motioned me forward, as I hope she would. I knelt on the side of the bed and leaned over her. Tiffany turned her head and took my cock into her mouth.
I just loved the way Tiffany sucked my cock, something I hadn't felt in about a year. I was finally back in the game and it felt so good.
We continued on for several minutes. Vincent was fucking Jessica from behind, while Jessica was eating and finger fucking Tiffany's pussy, all the while that Tiffany was sucking my cock. I was mostly watching my sister and enjoying the pleasure. I never expected Jessica to be so naughty. And then she became more so.
While I was watching, Jessica raised her head and smiled at me, her face covered in Tiffany's fluids. Jessica turned back towards Vincent and said, "Fuck me Vincent. Fuck me really hard. I won't break. Make me cum."
Vincent put a firm grip on Jessica's hips and immediately began slamming his cock into her pussy, as I had seen him do to Lilly several times in the past. Such intense fucking always gave Lilly an orgasm within a minute or so.
Jessica resumed eating and fucking Tiffany's pussy with great abandon. The sexual intensity rose quickly for all of us. Vincent's energy was feeding all of us. He was plowing into Jessica hard and fast. His endurance appeared endless as he fucked her hard for several minutes. I could sense that the other three of us were getting close to our own orgasms.
Tiffany became more focused on her own orgasm, and less involved in sucking my cock. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and sat down next to her, kissing her tenderly and running my hand over her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples.
Jessica, sensing that Tiffany was close to the edge, redoubled her actions which had the intended effect. Tiffany's orgasm hit her hard and she screamed.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Tiffany kept repeating as her orgasm caused her body to shake, Jessica still between her legs.
Vincent was tiring from the intense pounding he had been giving Jessica, and he was distracted a bit as he watched his wife have an orgasm. Jessica surprised me again. She backed away from Tiffany and twisted away from Vincent's cock.
"Lay on the bed next to your wife." Jessica commanded Vincent. "My turn to fuck you."
I was holding and kissing Tiffany in a loving way as her orgasm began to recede. I watched as Vincent laid on his back, his hard cock pointing up into the air. Jessica straddled him in a cowgirl position and lowered herself down upon his cock. She then began rocking her hips front to back, slowly riding his cock. But all the while she was staring at me. Then I heard Tiffany's voice.
"Ryan. I need a cock. Fuck me." Tiffany said in a firm voice.
I moved on top of Tiffany, between her legs. Slowly I pushed my larger than average cock into her as I held her legs up over her shoulders.
"Oh Ryan. That feels so wonderful." Tiffany was saying. "I've waited so long to again feel you fill me like only you do."
Again this felt so very surreal. Vincent and his wife Tiffany were laying on their backs, side-by-side. I was up on my knees, over Tiffany, my cock buried deep inside her pussy. Next to me, just inches away, was my sister Jessica riding Vincent's cock.
We continued on like this for five minutes or more. I had started slow with Tiffany and was slowly building speed and force in the thrusts of my cock into her. Likewise, next to me, Jessica had beginning rocking faster on Vincent's cock.
Tiffany had already had one orgasm and was very aroused. It didn't take her long to cum again. She came suddenly and hard.
"Ryan, I'm cumming!" Tiffany screamed. Her pussy was clenching my cock incredibly hard. Her body was shuddering underneath me. She turned her head and shared a long deep kiss with her husband.
It had been so long since I last had sex this great, I also came quickly.
"Argh!" I let out a cry and threw my head back as I began to pump a pent-up load of my cum into Tiffany.
"Oh Fuck Ryan!" Tiffany exclaimed, having been caught off-guard by my sudden orgasm. "That's one quick hot load of cum."
"Don't worry. I got more." I replied while taking a quick breather. I sat back on my heels while my cock slid out of her. Meanwhile Jessica was still rocking back and forth on Vincent's cock.
"Turn over, Tiffany." I said to my lover. "I want to do doggy."
Tiffany grinned up at me, realizing that I still had my old mojo and my cock was still hard. She quickly flipped over onto her elbows and knees, her beautiful backside towards me. She resumed kissing her husband while I slid my cock back into her very wet and sloppy pussy. I immediately began pounding her pussy with long deep strokes.
Jessica turned towards me.
"Didn't you both just cum? How are you fucking her again? Jessica asked me without skipping a beat.
"I guess . . . it is a gift." I replied between thrusts and gasps for breath. "I can cum, . . . hard . . . and keep my erection . . . and keep making love."
I was suddenly feeling different feelings about my sister. Here we were, side by side, each fucking another person while we carried on a conversation about sex. I struggled to maintain my focus on my cock inside Tiffany's hot pussy. While thrusting into Tiffany, I took the liberty with one hand to reach over and squeeze my sister's tit.
Jessica howled. For an instant I thought I hurt her. Then I realized that I had triggered her orgasm.
"F U C K I N G . . . . Y E S!" Jessica let out a long yell.
I still had hold of her tit and could feel her body trembling while her orgasm continued. It was another unexpected experience with my sister.
Suddenly Vincent flipped Jessica over so that he was on top of her in missionary position. He began banging her pussy hard and fast. Jessica was pleasantly caught by surprise and was squealing in pleasure. I was familiar with Vincent's techniques and knew he had moved into his 'A' game. With Lilly, he often had her begging him to stop, while all the time loving the intense pleasure, pain, and exhaustion.
I stepped things up with Tiffany, gripping her hips as I pounded her slippery wet hole. She quickly orgasmed again, but I kept pounding away in her.
"Oh Fuck Ryan." Tiffany was pleading. "You are still a fucking machine."
I had played this game with Tiffany before. We both loved it.
"Just tell me Tiff when you really want me to stop." I told her while fucking her as hard as I could. I felt I was finally fully back in the action and it felt fantastic. I was so glad that my return to swinging was with Tiffany. We knew each other so well.
Tiffany buried her head into the bed, crying in pleasure and pain. I knew that she knew how to bring this to a close. So I continued on.
Meanwhile Jessica and Vincent will really going at it. I wondered if she had ever before had sex this intense. I could look down upon her next to me and see the intensity in her face. Her eyes were shut tight and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was gasping for air.
"You're a fucking god Vincent! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Jessica was screaming.
Tiffany had reached her limit. Her cunt suddenly clamped tight around my cock. She screamed and her body was trembling hard. I could feel her orgasm pulse in her pussy which was gripping my cock.
I had my second orgasm. My body was tingling incredibly hard. I froze in place and then I erupted, shooting jet after jet of hot cum into her. I couldn't remember when I had unloaded so much cum at one time into one pussy. Tiffany collapsed face-first onto the bed.
Next to me, Vincent and Jessica orgasmed at the same time, shouting out their shared ecstasy.
"Oh god, Vincent!" Jessica cried out. "Is that a fire hose you have?
Vincent was holding himself up, his body above Jessica's. I could see his buttock's clench as his cock shot load after load of his cum into her. I had heard from other women that he and I came far more than any other lovers. So I expected that Jessica had never felt so much cum at one time.
Vincent and I both pulled out of our respective lovers and sat back. Jessica was laying on her back next to Tiffany who was laying on her stomach. What happened next surprised me, several ways.
Tiffany leaned over close to Jessica.
"Vincent cums a lot, doesn't he?" Tiffany asked Jessica. "If you will allow, I would love to eat Vincent's cum out of your pussy. But only if you will let me."
In response, Jessica whispered something into Tiffany's ear which I could not hear. Whatever was said took Tiffany by surprise, a pleasant surprise as Tiffany grinned while she moved into a '69' position over Jessica. Tiffany immediately dove into Jessica's pussy, lapping up the hot cum leaking out of her crack.
I move around behind Tiffany so that I could watch Jessica eating Tiffany's pussy. I was surprised to see Jessica laying there, open mouthed, allowing my cum to slide out of Tiffany's pussy which was being held a few inches above Jessica's mouth. Tiffany was clenching her vaginal muscles to force globs of cum out of her slit and into Jessica's mouth. Jessica was looking up at me with a devilish look in her eyes.
'Fuck' I thought to myself. My sister wanted me to watch her eat my cum. What a naughty girl!
As I watched, Jessica raised her head up so that she could insert her tongue into Tiffany's pussy and scoop out another load of my cum. Jessica then lowered her head, all the while keeping her eyes on my eyes. She opened her mouth and let me see my cum covering her tongue. Her tongue played with my cum, and then she swallowed it. As I stared in amazement, Jessica repeated this process of 'scoop cum, display cum, play with cum, and then swallow cum', three more times.
When she was finished eating my cum, Jessica looked into my eyes and said, "Ryan, did you enjoy watching me eat your delicious cum?"
I smiled back at her, not knowing how to answer her. What she had done was so erotic, but she was my sister. How do I react?
Tiffany turned her head back towards Jessica. "I'm finished on this end. Are you finished?"
"Yeah. I'm finished. Loved it." Jessica replied.
Tiffany moved over and sat next to her husband. They hugged and kissed each other.
Jessica sat up next to me. We looked into each other's eyes and paused, wondering what we would do. I knew I wanted to kiss her, so I did just that. I pulled her next to me and I kissed my sister. We shared an erotic, sensual kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue. Somehow it felt so right.
We broke our kiss to see Tiffany dropping to her knees in front of Vincent and she proceed to lick and suck his cock clean. Jessica had that devilish look in her eyes again. While maintaining eye contact with me, she lowered herself down onto her knees between my legs and began licking and sucking my cock. I flinched. I couldn't believe my sister was sucking my cock. But she was so gentle and it felt so incredible. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the pleasure she gave me.
When she finished, Jessica rose up and we kissed again.
"Thank you." I whispered to her, as if afraid to acknowledge what she had done for me.
"I'm going to clean up." Tiffany said as she got up and stumbled towards the bathroom.
"I'm coming with you." Jessica replied as she got up and followed Tiffany.
Vincent and I looked at each other.
"Didn't I tell you tonight would be loads of fun?" Vincent said. "That is an incredible woman you have there."
I nodded in agreement. It had been an incredible session of sex. And all the more incredible because my sister, Jessica, had participated with me. I couldn't believe it.
Vincent and I put our clothes back on and walked back out to the living room. He picked up the two dresses on the floor and took those back to the bedroom. I fetched bottles of water from the kitchen to help each of us re-hydrate.
The two ladies returned, wearing their dresses, and they sat with us. For a moment it was almost as if nothing had happened in the bedroom the past hour. But the discussion quickly turned to our sexcapades.
"So, Jessica," Vincent addressed my sister. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Oh yes!" Jessica replied with some enthusiasm. "That was far more incredible than I expected. And both of you are incredible lovers. Maybe the best orgasms I've ever had."
"Glad you enjoyed that." Vincent continued. "So if we invite you back, you would come again?"
"Absolutely!" Jessica replied. Then with a sly grin on her face, knowing the double meaning of what she was about to say, she added, "I would cum again and again."
We all chuckled at the double entendre. Tiffany then turned to me.
"So Ryan, have you and Jessica been having sex?" Tiffany asked. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she continued. "There at the end it appeared that you were hesitant to have your sister suck your cock."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Ryan, we know that Jessica is your sister." Tiffany said.
"How?" I asked.
"Lilly told me a few years ago about your sister Jessica." Tiffany continued. "She told me she was having sex with Jessica and that Jessica was a great lover. Lilly told me that she told Jessica about our swingers group, and Jessica was interested in joining. The problem was that she was single, and we all know the group only allows couples."
"So you also knew that Lilly and Jessica were having sex?" Again I was shocked at the revelations. "I didn't know until Jessica told me a week ago or so."
"You didn't know?" Tiffany asked. She also appeared surprised that I didn't know.
I just shook my head 'No'. Again there was an awkward moment of silence.
"To answer your question," Jessica jumped into the conversation, "Ryan and I haven't had sex. Tonight when I sucked his cock was the closest we've ever come to having sex with each other. And yes, I was regularly having sex with Lilly for several years, until I moved to Atlanta. After that she and I had sex only when I came back for a visit. Lilly said she would tell Ryan about our relationship as it was the only sex she had outside of marriage, other than with the swingers group which they did together. I too was shocked recently when I learned Lilly never told him."
"Just to be clear," Tiffany added, "We're not implying that we disapprove of siblings having sex. When Vincent's sister and her husband come to visit us, he fucks his sister all weekend while I fuck her husband. We understand there is something special about siblings making love with each other. Just saying."
"Regardless of whether you two have sex with each other," Vincent added, "we would love to have you as active members of the swingers group."
"Would we be welcomed? We wouldn't be a married couple." I asked, wondering if Jessica and I could participate in the group.
"I suspect some already know that Jessica is your sister." Tiffany responded. "I doubt they will have a problem with you two participating as a couple. I can discuss it with those that might have a concern and convince them that the group really needs both of you."
"That would be great." exclaimed Jessica.
I was a bit surprised by her enthusiasm about joining the swingers group. I was also very happy at the prospect.
\- - - - -
Both of us were fairly quiet on the drive home that night. I knew I had a lot to consider, and I suspected that Jessica did as well.
After we arrived home, I poured each of a glass of wine and we sat in the living room.
"I'll ask a different version of the question Vincent asked you." I began our discussion. "Were the activities of the evening what you expected? What you hoped for?"
"Certainly more than I expected." Jessica responded. "The sex was unbelievable. I've never experienced a cock like Vincent's. He was fantastic. I do hope we will continue to see them and others in the swingers group."
Jessica paused a moment, lowering her eyes to the floor, as if she was considering what else she would say to me. She then raised her head and I could again see that mischievous expression she sometimes has.
"If you haven't already guessed," Jessica began, "I could be considered an oral slut. I love oral sex. I love sucking cock. I love eating pussy. I love it all wet and messy. I love eating male cum. I love eating female cum. As you have witnessed, I love eating male cum from a messy pussy. And, of course, I love having my pussy eaten orally or fucked with a cock, a real cock or a strap-on cock. Fuck! I love sex all sorts of ways."
Again she paused, then continued. "I hope you don't think less of me."
I wrapped my arms around my sister and gave her a big hug. Soon we were sharing a passionate open-mouth kiss.
"I don't think less of you." I said. "How could I? I also love sex many ways, although possibly not as many ways as you do. I am excited that because of you, I may be returning to the swingers group and we can experience a lot of sex with many different people."
She looked at me with what I thought was a 'longing for you' look in her eyes. I thought she was about to say or ask something else, but she quickly turned away.
"It's been a long night." Jessica said. "I need to go to bed."
Jessica turned and left the room, heading upstairs to her bedroom. I picked up the empty wine glasses and took them to the kitchen. I turn out the lights and headed to my own bedroom.
A short while later I was naked, lying in my bed, trying to fall asleep. Physically I was very tired, but mentally I was wide awake. I couldn't stop thinking about the great sex I had that night, or the sights of Jessica having sex with Vincent and Tiffany. I wondered how it would feel to have sex with Jessica, to be fucking her, eating her pussy, or having her suck my cock, again. Was it possible that she also wants to have sex with me? Was that the question she didn't ask tonight?
Eventually I fell asleep, thoughts of sex filling my head, and my cock hard as a rock.
\- - - - -
The next morning I slept in later than usual. It was the holiday weekend and I was in no rush to get out of bed as I wasn't going to work that day.
I was only partially awake when Jessica entered my bedroom, completely naked, and slid into bed next to me on my left side, her arms around me. Before saying a word, she kissed me.
"Good morning brother." she said in her soft, sultry voice.
"Good morning my sister." I replied. "This is different. What's up?"
"I've been thinking all night about us." she began. "I know I love you. I know you love me. I love sex, and you love sex. So I wonder why we aren't having sex together?"
"Brothers and sisters just aren't supposed to have sex." I replied, even if I didn't fully believe that myself.
"I understand the genetic thing." Jessica replied. "If we had a baby, it would be more at risk of genetic problems. But I'm on the Pill and have no plans now to have a baby. And I cannot think of any other reason we can't have sex. And then last night we learned that Vincent is fucking his sister. And they are cool with that."
Jessica cuddled up closer to me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, just holding it.
"Don't you want to fuck your hot, horny, slutty sister?" Jessica asked in no uncertain terms.
The dam had broken between us. There was no reason stopping us and I knew that.
I rolled to my left side, facing her. My left arm wrapped behind her, holding her. My right knee went between her legs, my thigh pressed up against her pussy. My right hand found her left breast and I gently caressed her. I stared into her eyes.
"Yes I want to fuck you." I said in reply. We passionately began kissing. I had never felt anything so exhilarating before.
We held a tight embrace as we kissed and groped each other's flesh. We rolled around the bed, sometimes side-by-side, sometimes I was on top of her, sometimes she was on top of me. All the while we were kissing very passionately, liked I had never kissed her before. We were no longer just siblings. We were becoming lovers.
Eventually we paused to catch our breath. Jessica was laying on top of me, that devilish look on her face.
"Last night you took the opportunity to suck my cock." I began. "It's my turn to eat you pussy."
"Your wish is my command." Jessica replied as she quickly turned around, putting us into a '69'. She sat down on my face, her pussy already wet with her fluids. "I assume it is okay for me to suck your cock while you eat my pussy."
Jessica didn't wait for my reply before sucking my cock head into her mouth. I was in double heaven. Her warm wet soft lips wrapped around my cock, and her hot wet pussy planted on my mouth. I shoved my tongue deep into her gash and tasted her sweet fluids. She moaned in pleasure.
We licked and sucked on each other for the better part of ten minutes, loving every moment. My jaw and tongue were getting tired, as I suspected that hers were as well. I reached around her ass with my right hand and shoved three fingers into her pussy. She squealed in pleasure as I finger fucked her while licking her clit. Soon she was pressing down harder upon my face and I could hear her heavy breathing, soon becoming gasps for air.
"Oh fuck, Ryan. You're going to make me cum." She said as she took a break from sucking my cock.
I nibbled her clit which set her off. She screamed and her whole body started shaking as her orgasm hit. Fluids flooded out of her pussy and I drank and swallowed all that I could. My face was covered in her female cum. And I loved it.
Jessica laid on top of me letting her orgasm continue and then slowly subside. She came down from her sexual high and rolled off of me, kneeling next to me.
"If that is what your tongue can do to me," she began. She took my hard cock in her hand, as if showing it to me. "I want to feel what this big boy will do to me."
Before I could say 'Climb aboard.' she had swung her leg over my body, straddling me in a cowgirl position. She rose up, pointed the head of my cock at her opening, and slowly began to impale herself on me.
"Oh Fuck! That's big!" she exclaimed as my cock stretched her open.
My cock was not a monster cock. I knew there were larger cocks than mine. But mine was above average, about 8 inches long and almost two inches in diameter. The girth is what the women felt as I entered them.
Jessica leaned forward and braced herself by putting her hands on my chest. She was bouncing her ass, pushing a bit further down on my cock with each bounce. It took a minute or so, but she finally bottomed out, her ass on my lap, my cock buried fully inside her. We stayed still, just experiencing the feeling. She felt tight and warm to me, but not so tight that she wouldn't be able to move some.
"I've only felt this full once before." Jessica said. "And that was with a mammoth dildo my girl friend gave me as a gag gift. She bet I couldn't take it all in. She should have known I always take a dare. It nearly split me open, but I got it all inside me. But never again. It hurt too much."
"So am I hurting you now?" I asked.
"No. This just feels incredible." She replied as she smiled at me. "It's tight. I'm full. It tingles, maybe a slight bit painful, but I'm feeling waves of pleasure, overriding any pain or discomfort."
Jessica closed her eyes and sighed. I could sense her body relaxing, and I could also feel her pussy adjusting to the size of my cock. Her pussy was accommodating me, and I knew she could feel that also.
"I just can't explain how good this is now feeling." She said.
Jessica sat upright on me and let her arms hang down by her sides. She slow began rocking forward and backward on my cock, shifting the pressure points inside her vagina.
"Ohhhhhh. Feels so good." She repeated.
I reached up and placed my hands on her breasts, softly holding them. She placed her hands over my hands, holding my hands on her tits, even pressing them a bit firmer against herself. I was enjoying watching as she took control of her own pleasure. I figured that a while later I would be in a different position, pounding her pussy with my cock. But, for now, she was controlling how we had sex, and how her pussy accommodated to the size of my cock.
She continued the forward and back rocking motion. I could tell that her fluids were flowing, providing more lubrication, and that her muscles were relaxing. Soon, with each forward motion, Jessica was lifting up a bit, maybe an inch or so of my cock coming out, only to be shoved back inside her on the backward rock of her body.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Fuck, Yeah!" she replied. "I hope you're not planning on doing anything else today. We may be doing this all day."
I felt she was exaggerating. She likely didn't have that amount of stamina. But I had the time to give it a shot. It was feeling great for me as well.
Jessica continued rocking, back and forth. She was slowly building speed, and soon my cock was sliding out and back in two inches or more. I don't know if the term 'fucking' implies a certain amount of in-and-out action, but I felt we were getting close to that point.
All this time Jessica had been on her knees. The initial rocking had all been done by hip rotations. Then she began to lift off of me by moving forward, pivoting on her knees. But she was ready to try something different. She re-positioned her legs so that she was now squatting over me, balanced on the balls of her feet. We interlocked our fingers, my hands raised up above my shoulders, and she held her arms out in front of her, using me to balance herself. In this position she could use her legs to raise and lower herself on my cock.
Very soon she was moving up and down on me, six inches or more of my cock coming out, only to have her drop back down on me, shoving me so deep inside her I could feel the barrier of her cervix. With each plunge of my cock into her, she let out a groan. Her breath was quickening and a slight sheen of perspiration was appearing on her flesh. She was beginning a workout, and she was loving it.
"This feels so fucking good." She said. "I can't believe we hadn't done this sooner."
My cock was beginning to ache in a very good way. I wasn't that concerned about premature ejaculation as I knew my cock could stay hard and we could continue fucking. I did want to time each of my ejaculations to maximize the effect upon Jessica. But I knew I likely could only have two, maybe three orgasms.
Jessica picked up the action, moving up and down faster and faster, dropping down on my cock harder and harder. She was squeezing my hands harder as the intensity of her experience was rising. She closed her eyes and she yet her head fall backward or sideways. Up and down. Up and down she continued.
"Oh god. Oh god." she started to repeat.
I sensed that her orgasm was approaching, her second of the day. I was just a spectator, letting her control the action.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh." She kept repeating quickly as she bounced even faster upon my cock.
Then suddenly she froze. She squeezed my hands really hard. Her vaginal muscles clenched my cock. I could feel the pulsations inside her vagina, squeezing me. She stopped breathing for a moment then screamed out in her loudest voice,
"OH FUCK!"
Jessica fell forward, collapsing onto my chest. She was breathing hard and her body was trembling.
"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" she was now repeating softly and very rapidly. This orgasm lasted more than a minute. Then she finally calmed down.
"Jesus. That was INTENSE!" she told me.
"Are you doing okay?" I asked in a supportive voice.
"I can't believe that after those two orgasms, I'm still horny." she replied, puzzled by her condition. "My cunt needs more, a lot more."
"I can help with that." I answered. I knew she was physically drained, so it was time for me to get busy.
I wrapped my arms around my sister and kissed her as I rolled us over, her on the bottom and I on top of her. My cock was still hard, and still buried in her pussy. Jessica laid there, mostly exhausted and limp. She did manage to spread her legs and raise her knees, giving me a better angle to pump my cock into her. I lifted myself up on my arms, as if doing a push-up over my sister.
"I can't believe that you are still hard as a rock." Jessica said in amazement.
"I can't believe that I'm fucking my sister." I replied with a chuckle.
"I think we need to make up for lost time." Jessica said with the devilish look on her face.
"I think that is a great idea." I replied as I began to push my cock in and out of her hot, wet, pussy.
Jessica's pussy was a great fit for my cock. Snug, but not too tight. I could slide in and out of her, but there was enough friction to make it very pleasurable.
"Your pussy fits my cock very well." I said as I looked down into her eyes.
"When I'm this horny, it's not a pussy. It's my CUNT!" Jessica said, putting an exclamation on the word 'cunt'. "Now FUCK MY CUNT!" she demanded.
Jessica drew her knees up higher, lifting her feet off the bed. This motion caused her hips to swivel, opening herself up to me even more. It was obvious she wanted a serious fucking and that is what I intended to give her.
I hooked my arms under her legs and pushed them up over her shoulders, folding her in half.
"If you want a hard fucking, I'll give you a hard fucking." I told her as I started thrusting my cock into her hard and deep.
Jessica squealed in delight. "Oh YES! Oh YES!"
I maintained a quick pace of thrusting and withdrawing my cock from her cunt. We both were breathing hard, grunting and groaning.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I muttered, timed with each thrust.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she replied in rhythm.
I could feel the effects of a release of my endorphins, creating a sense of euphoria in my body. This was feeling soooo fucking good. We continued on for several minutes. Each thrust of my cock now was hitting bottom inside her. We both groaned each time I filled her cunt. "Uh, Uh, Uh."
"Oh god! Oh God! OH GOD!" the pitch and loudness of Jessica's voice was rising. Her next orgasm would be soon.
"Come on Jessica. Cum for me." I urged her on.
"Cum with me Ryan." she replied. "I want to feel your hot cum flood my cunt."
I leaned forward a bit more over Jessica. This increased the friction of my cock close to her clit. I went into overdrive pounding away inside her.
Our orgasms were almost simultaneous. I felt my cock swell, my balls draw up, and I exploded just as she screamed out her own orgasm. I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and held it there.
"OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as her body began to shake and her cunt clenched my cock.
"FUCK!" I screamed as my cock began jetting big loads of my hot sticky cum deep inside her.
She could feel my cum explosions in her vagina. "OH FUCK, RYAN! THAT'S...THAT'S..." and she couldn't finish the sentence as she had a loss of words.
Jessica's hands gripped my shoulders. She locked her legs behind my ass. Her body shook in an intense orgasm, as her eyes rolled back in her head. I was sure she could feel my cum overflowing her cunt and sliding down over her anus.
We stayed locked in this position for a minute, maybe two or three. It was an incredible sensation, maybe the most powerful orgasm that either of us had experienced.
Finally she let go. Her body relaxed and she flopped her arms and legs on the bed.
"Ryan. Incredible. I thought I was about to die and go to heaven." she said.
"I'm still horny." I replied. This time I had the devilish look on my face.
"What?? How??? Can't be!" she exclaimed.
I pulled my still hard cock out of her cunt and backed up a bit. I took her leg, raised it and rolled her over onto her stomach. Taking a hold of her hips, I pulled them up and spread her knees. Her face was planted in the bed sheet. Her gaping cunt was very visible, as was my cum flowing out of it and making a big mess on my bed. We would clean that up later, I thought.
"What are you doing?" she asked, almost fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck you again." I replied in a calm voice as I positioned myself behind her cute ass and took hold of her hips with my hands.
"I don't know if I can." She pleaded.
"Let me show you that we can." I replied as I shoved my cock back into her cunt.
"Oh God!" She screamed.
By this point her pussy was loose, and incredibly wet from her fluids and loads of my cum. I had no problems shoving my cock in and out of her. I began fucking her from behind with reckless abandonment, slamming my cock into her sodden cunt.
Her next orgasm hit almost immediately. He body was trembling. She buried her face into the mattress and kept up a continuous scream. I was concerned that I was pushing her too far.
"Tell me when you want me to stop." I told her, with all sincerity.
Jessica paused her screams long enough to reply. "No! Don't stop. Don't you stop. Fuck me Ryan! FUCK ME!"
I was able to fuck her hard for another five minutes. Her body shook and she screamed the entire time, as she had one long continual orgasm. Then I had my second and final orgasm. I shoved my cock deep one last time and held it there as I again flooded her cunt with my hot cum. Load after load I jetted into her.
"Oh FUCK!" I screamed as I held my position, gasping for air.
"ARGH!" Jessica screamed in reply, her body still shaking. Then she collapsed as she passed out.
I pulled out of her one final time and laid next to her, gently caressing her body.
A few moments later Jessica regained consciousness.
"Was I sleeping? Was I dreaming?" she asked, a bit confused. "Or was that all real? Did I pass out?"
"Do you feel an ache between your legs?" I asked, so that she could answer her own questions.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "It was real. You fucked me so hard I passed out!"
"So I shouldn't do that again?" I asked, attempting to be facetious.
"God no. I mean yes. You better do that again." She replied. "That was so fucking incredible. I never imagined that sex could feel like that. Not even close to that feeling. How were you able to do that?"
"I've had some practice, and some wonderful lovers." I replied. "And I guess I have a rare talent that I can orgasm, and stay hard. A rare man that can be multi-orgasmic."
Jessica suddenly realized the mess we had made in the bed, and how much cum was still leaking out of her pussy. She cupped her crotch to minimize any further leakage.
"Oh brother. Forgive me for the mess I'm making." Jessica said as she hurriedly got off the bed. "I need to clean up."
"Nothing to forgive. I think most of the mess is mine." I replied. "Use my bathroom if you like."
She paused and looked about, as if considering her options.
"I need a shower. I'll use my bath." she replied before quickly leaving the room.
I rose and stripped the sheet off the bed. I intended to put fresh linens on the bed later. I too needed a shower, so I used my own bathroom. Jessica and I would talk later.
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About an hour later I was sitting at the breakfast table sipping some juice. I had taken a shower and dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. I was still thinking about the incredible sex that Jessica and I had shared. I wondered what this meant for the future of our relationship.
Jessica walked in, sexy as ever in thong panties and a cropped top. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. I did notice that she had fixed her hair and put on some makeup. She really looked pretty.
Just as she walked in, the timer on the oven dinged. I rose to pull breakfast out of the oven.
"What are you cooking?" Jessica asked.
"I made some Pigs-In-A-Blanket for our breakfast." I replied. "Want some juice or coffee with these?"
"I remember mom making Pigs-In-A-Blanket for us." she replied. "Those will be perfect."
"Some protein and some carbs to replace what we burned off earlier." I replied.
Jessica stopped, possibly embarrassed at what we had done.
"That sex was intense. The most intense sex I've ever had. And I've had a lot of sex." she admitted as she poured a glass of juice.
"In the past 24 hours," I began, "the sex I had with Tiffany and then with you was fucking incredible. And it was more sex than all I've had since Lilly died. You enabled me to rejoin the swingers group. You have given me a second life."
I paused a moment and then continued. "However, we do need to talk about our situation."
Jessica sat with her juice and picked up a Pig-In-A-Blanket.
"I'm sorry..." she started and I immediately cut her off.
"No. Nothing to be sorry about." I began. "You initiated what we both have wanted for some time. It was fantastic sex. From my view, better than I ever dreamed it would be."
"Me too." Jessica replied.
"For me, the one, most important question is: Was that a one-time thing? or Will we do that again?" I said.
"That's two questions." Jessica replied with a laugh. Then she got more serious. "Do you want it to happen again."
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" I quickly replied. "Why wouldn't I want to? Don't you want to do it again?"
"Yes, I do." She replied. "But what does this mean for you and me? Do we live together? Do I get my own place and we just fuck sometimes?"
"I want you to live here, with me." I replied. I hadn't really thought through all the implications.
"As brother and sister in separate bedrooms?" Jessica asked. "Or do we share a bedroom?"
I could tell by the tone of her voice, and the expression on her face, that her thought process was ahead of mine. Obviously she had one or more concerns.
"To be honest, I haven't really thought through all the details." I replied, my eagerness a bit tempered. "What are you thinking? What concerns do you have?"
Jessica took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words.
"Ryan, I really enjoy living with you, for many reasons." Jessica began. "I truly love you. You are a great person, you're fun to be with, you provide me a free place to stay. And now the sex is simply mind-blowing fantastic. I want to be with you. I want to have sex with you. But..."
She paused at 'But'. There is always a 'But'.
"But what?" I asked.
"But I don't want this to become a husband and wife type of thing." She continued. "Of course we can't get married, but I also don't want to fall into that type of relationship. I want the freedom to have my own friends, go out sometimes and do my own thing, and more importantly, I want to sometimes have other lovers."
There. She had said it. The thing that was important to her.
"The Curtis thing." I remarked as I remembered what she had told me about why their relationship ended. "You wanted the freedom to have sex with other women, and he didn't want you to do that."
"Yeah. Our relationship started to go downhill when I moved into his place, and more specifically, when I moved into his bedroom. At that point he thought I was agreeing to a monogamous relationship. I can't agree to that, and I think if we share a bedroom, you might think that is what we have."
"The swinging sexual encounters don't really count as the freedom to have sex with others, on our own, because that would be something we do together. Am I right? You want the freedom to have sex with others when and where you want to do so." I filled in the obvious piece.
"You understand, don't you?" Jessica said in a hopeful way. "Curtis never got that."
"So let me see if I can propose something that is acceptable." I began. "Let's say you continue living here, as you have been doing. You keep your own room. You come and go as you like, when you like. We might go out together for dinner, or dancing, or a movie, if that is what both of us want. We would be like friends-with-benefits, no, siblings-with-benefits. You would be free to share my bed when you want. We would have sex with each other when we both want that. Or we might go out and enjoy another sex partner when we want. And we will continue to play with the members of the swingers group, adding another form of enjoyable sex to our lives. Does that about cover it?"
"Yeah, something like that." she replied. "I know that guys tend to get possessive of your lovers, but I ask that you don't do that to me. Let me have my own freedom. I will repay you with some great loving, and great times playing with your group."
I stood up and reached out my arms for her to stand and embrace me.
"I love you, sister. I want to be a brother that loves you and allows you to have your freedom." I said with all earnestness. "Give me a hug and a kiss."
Jessica practically jumped into my arms and kissed me. "I could never hope for a better brother."
"I have a different sort of question, but it is obviously related." I began. "Would you want to bring another lover, such as Misty, here to our home? You are still seeing her, aren't you? And would you want me here, or should I disappear for a while?"
"You know me well. Yes, I'm still seeing Misty." Jessica admitted. "Sex with her will never be as good as what we just had. But there is just something special about girl-girl sex that a guy will never be able to achieve. I can't expect you to understand it. I just ask that you accept it."
"Yes, I can accept that." I replied. "I remember that night we first met Misty, and I know she is a wonderful, special person. I hope you feel comfortable enough to invite her to come here. You could invite her over to swim in the pool. Or possibly you two want to go to your bedroom and fuck each other's brains out. You can do that."
We both had a good laugh about my choice of words.
"You should know some things about Misty." Jessica began. "She's had a couple of horrible experiences with men, possessive men, and battering men. Now she only has sex with other women and likely will never have a date with a man, much less consider sex with a man. She is totally committed to the best girl-on-girl sex, and she is fucking fantastic at that."
"Maybe she could teach me a thing or two about making love to a woman." I chuckled.
"Good luck with that." Jessica said as she playfully slugged my arm and then walked out of the kitchen.
I put the dishes in the dishwasher and then went looking for Jessica. I found her in the living room, looking at the collection of photos of all the couples that Lilly and I had sex with.
I walked in and stood next to Jessica, looking at the photos. She turned to me.
"You and Lilly had a lot of great sex with all these people, didn't you?" she asked.
"Great sex, every time." I replied.
Jessica took the photo of Vincent and Tiffany off the wall and flipped it over.
"This one needs an update." Jessica said.
I watch as she took a pen and first drew a line under the last date, the last time Lilly and I had sex with Vincent and Tiffany. Below the line Jessica wrote yesterday's date, for when she and I had sex with the couple. She looked up at me for approval, and I smiled back and nodded.
"You know." Jessica began, "by the end of the year I think we need to add another date onto the back of each of these photos. Don't you think?"
"Only one more date? Or can we add multiple dates for some couples?" I asked playfully.
"You fucking better believe we will add multiple dates on the back of some of these." Jessica replied. | literotica |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium
Text: While setting up for a party, Jesse makes an amazing discovery. She decides to use it to teach Teresa a lesson.
Teresa and Jesse had been decorating for a party. They didn't have a choice but to work together. Jesse had disliked Teresa for a long time. Teresa was pretty, but a whiner. Jesse wasn't so great in appearance.
"Blow up the balloons," Teresa demanded Jesse.
"Do it yourself. I'm making the cake." Replied Jesse.
"It'll ruin my complexion!" cried Teresa.
Jesse sighed, "You need to get over it. The party starts in an hour."
Teresa had been bothering Jesse all day. Excuses, excuses were all she had heard.
Since this wasn't either of the girls' apartment, Jesse looked around curiously. She wanted to do something to Teresa to give herself some amusement. She decided to take a break from fixing the cake up and look to see if there was anything she could do.
Jesse walked into a somewhat abandoned-looking room with a lot of cleaning materials and such. At the back corner, she saw some kind of large tank. The label read, "Helium," There was also a long tube extending from the tank. Beside it, there was a silver platinum catsuit. Jesse, puzzled, walked toward where all this was. There was a photo album on the ground that she had toppled upon. She picked it up and began to look through it. It was her friend, the one the girls were throwing the party for, Christina, in all the photos. Jesse gasped as she looked through, seeing Christina in the catsuit with the helium tube in her mouth. There was also another girl turning the switch of the tank, blowing up Christina. This gave Jesse a great, devious idea to get back at Teresa.
Without hesitation, she only took the catsuit.
"Hey Teresa!" called Jesse.
"What?" Teresa whined.
"Look what I found!" Jesse showed her the silver, shiny catsuit. Teresa gasped in amazement.
"Let me see!" exclaimed Teresa as she snatched it from Jesse, "I don't care whose this is, I'm wearing it for the party!" She got up and went to the bathroom to change.
"Phase 1, complete," Jesse said to herself.
Teresa came back with the catsuit on. It was extremely tight, but with her slim figure, she didn't look fat. Jesse was a bit jealous, but that would soon change. "Um, Teresa..." mumbled Jesse.
"Yeah?" asked Teresa.
It seemed as if Teresa was warming up to Jesse. She wasn't as rude as she used to be before. Jesse didn't care though, she was still a whiner, which bothered her a lot. She was going to go through with her plan.
"Do you want to try something really cool?" Jesse asked.
"Okay, sure," Teresa answered.
"Okay. First, stand over there." Jesse pointed to an area with no items around. It was empty.
"Okay..." Teresa obeyed, confused.
"Stay there and don't move. You can't move. Also, close your eyes." Commanded Jesse.
"Alright," Teresa replied.
Teresa had never disliked Jesse, but she always knew Jesse was somewhat jealous of her. She thought maybe whatever Jesse was about to do might bring them closer together... she has no idea what's actually up Jesse's sleeve... or tube.
Jesse came back into the room, carrying the helium tank, along with the tube attached. Teresa, still standing still, kept her eyes shut. Jesse went over to a table and saw a blindfold. She placed it over Teresa's eyes.
"What's this for?" Teresa questioned.
"You'll see," replied Jesse, "Don't worry, this'll be fun."
Jesse brought the tank closer to Teresa.
"Open your mouth," Jesse said, "I know this seems weird... and you'll feel a bit... light... but you'll enjoy this."
Surprisingly, Teresa didn't ask anything. Obeying, she opened her mouth a bit. Jesse placed the tube (mouthpiece) in her mouth.
"Now close," Jesse requested.
Teresa obeyed.
"Now the fun begins, heh heh heh," chuckled Jesse under her breath. Jesse began to turn the switch of the helium tank on. A hissing sound came from the tube. Teresa started to make sounds from her astonishment. She couldn't see it, but the helium was inflating her body. Her cheeks puffed up as the air filled her. Her chest began to grow large, like two big balls. She started to feel her stomach bloat outwards, as her back and butt did the same.
Teresa started to make the noises again.
She thought to herself, "Jesse is blowing me up like a big balloon! I can't get this hose out of my mouth either! Oh, I hope I don't pop!"
Teresa was growing bigger and bigger. The catsuit was becoming ever so tight. With her body still expanding, Jesse laughed her head off.
"The guests will sure get a 'bounce' out of this!" exclaimed Jesse.
Teresa got more round, with her cheeks still puffed, her stomach blowing up. Her stomach was beginning to get so big, her arms went from her sides up to her ears. She resembled a large, silver ball.
"So big," Teresa thought, "I'm still growing. I can't move at all! I'm going to pop!"
As if reading Teresa's mind, Jesse said, "I won't let you pop. I have a better idea."
Jesse walked over to Teresa, with a cork in her hand. She removed the tube from Teresa's mouth and quickly replaced it with the cork so no air would escape.
Slowly, but noticeably, Teresa felt extremely light. She was so large and spherical, she couldn't see her feet. Even with the cork in her mouth, her cheeks were still puffed.
Without warning, she felt even lighter. She was beginning to float! Her feet were no longer touching the ground. Instead, she floated towards the ceiling, bounced on it. The only thing she could move at all was her hands. She began to flap them as if she was swimming so she could try to move a bit.
"So, how is it? Being a party balloon and all?" Jesse asked, laughing and proud of what she had accomplished.
There was a knock on the door. Jesse went to answer it. All the guests had arrived at the same time. As they walked into the main room, they saw Teresa, ballooned, floating on the ceiling.
"That's a really cute balloon, Jesse!" exclaimed a young girl.
"Where's Teresa?" asked another girl.
"Well," Jesse replied, "Let's just say she was full of hot air today,"
| bodyinflation |
Title: Genetic Children-Log 04- Did you know your hand is wet? by Korm
Tags: Character Development, Dream, Feline, Fingering, M/F, Pregnancy, Science, Story Progression, Story Series
*Korm flew along the dusty road on the* BMW-F800S leaving a dusty trail behind him. The sun was just rising above the trees to his left and the cold wind was combing his hair. He had left at 5 o clock in the morning, locking the shelter up and stashing his laptop into a backpack he pushed the bike outside, mounted up and headed off towards Oondatta. After two hours of streaming along the road no one was following him as far as he could tell, so he decided that he could pick up the speed a little, which was where he was no, kicking up the speed and breezing along.
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The 40km he had left to go gave him time to ponder the situation, from the video footage at his house he knew very little about the attacker. He knew that there were two men, he had only seen one but someone was driving the truck. He knew that the man spoke English and as the man was wearing a cap, he knew he was of a medium build with brown eyes, no visible tattoos or scars and he didn’t know the hair colour. He hoped that the Lab was doing better in their investigations.
 He knew, as well, that they were after something on his computer, probably his research into genetic manipulation, combination and synthesisation.
A flock of birds interrupted his thoughts, the murder of crows flew up off of the road and lazily dragged themselves around the sky in circles for a bit before taking off into the scrub. Birds, a magnificent animal, one that he would have loved to cross with a human. But alas, human and bird DNA were not compatible because the hollow bones that let birds fly, also made a human body too frail to be of any use, sure it would fly theoretically, but the wingspan required would be ridiculous with normal human bones, and if they too the birds hollow bones, a landing would most likely destroy the subject.
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He had originally created a dog soldier because of the ease that a dog can be trained, if that trainability could be transferred to a human then they would be great soldiers. The Cat on the other hand was not easily trained, unless you knew what you were doing, but the stealth capabilities outweighed the training issues, which could always be overcome. Up ahead on the road Korm spotted a white concrete post embedded in the embankment, this was a marker telling him the he had only 15km left until he was on the highway, after travelling along the highway for 10km there was another turn off and then only 15km to the storage for the bike.
The first storage was in the opposite direction, away from Oondatta to confuse any tails, so in the end instead of 60km to the Lab he had to travel just over 100km.
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By the time he reached the second storage, the sun was creeping up to its apex, approaching the time that his body new was coming, lunch time. He pushed the bike into the second storage, and after locking up form the inside, he went downstairs and connected his laptop up. This storage was identical to the first in every way except one; this one had a link to the Lab, and underground rail system that extended almost 20km under the un-assuming, lonely terrain above. He punched in his code, opened the encrypted communication program and let the Director know that he was ready to come in.
â€Arrived at second Pit, not followed, verify.†He Let them know he was there, he wasn’t followed and asked them to verify via satellite that he had no tails.
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Korm pulled a ration pack from the backpack and chewed absently on the jerky, he had never liked military jerky it was so tasteless. But at least it was something. After a few minutes of protracted chewing a reply came to his terminal.
â€VERIFIED, Proceed with arrival, CODE=4915.â€
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*He shut his laptop, shoved it back into the bag, grabbed his rubbish and headed even further underground. Descending the stairs in the dark, he counted twenty-three. As his foot hit the landing at the bottom, he saw a train car with a keypad on the door. He walked to he pad and entered the code, the door hissed open and a voice told him the train would depart once he was seated. Korm sat down and began to relax. Even though it was 20km to the Lab, he had learned that it was always important, especially for someone who doesn’t sleep much, to grab as much sleep as they can even in odd places. Korm quickly settled to sleep.*
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*â€Korm?†It was the first time that the black feline, humanoid had spoken his name. Somehow it felt odd. All her previous communications had been exclusively in Latin or Eighth century English**or science terminology.*
*â€Korm?†He moved his head left and right through the thick air it seemed as if he was moving in slow motion. Finally after several left and right sweeps, he saw her over to his right.*
*He tried to speak but found, once again that he couldn’t but at least he could move. He moved his feet, left, right, left, right. Very slowly he was approaching her he longed to see her face. He had a feeling he had seen it before but it was always just outside his minds reach, he also knew that he KNEW her name, but he couldn’t summon it up.*
*â€KORM!†This time she yelled as if in fear. He didn’t know what she was scared of and this stressed him he needed to protect her, the mother of his child, he had to keep her safe! He was getting closer still, he could make out the bulge of her stomach now, he could see the shine of her claws, the definition of her cat-paw feet. He could see her breasts, the nipples hard and standing in fear or excitement, he could see the curves on either side of her belly pointing the way through the cat fur into the orifice that would bring forth his child. Her pointed catty ears were direct forward, towards him as if listening for his words.*
*He was within touching distance now, he raised his arm and stroked her ample belly going from top to bottom. He continued down dragging his hand through the fuzz around her nether regions, the danger that seemed so important seconds ago forgotten, not only for him, but for her as well.*
*She bought her hand up as well and gripped his shaft that was already hard. Funny he thought he had been wearing clothes when the dream started.*
*His right hand moved a little more south and then he plunged a finger forward into her moist depth, while his left hand moved to stroke her back.*
*He could feel her motioning him forwards, trying to get him closer and he complied. Extracting his finger from her warm depths, she stopped rubbing his shaft and continued pulling his forwards while she kissed him deeply.*
*Their tongues intertwined and he once again felt the erotically-unique texture of her feline tongue, but he still couldn’t see her face.*
*He could feel the warm radiating out from her bathing his shaft. She was a female, of course she would be warmer when pregnant. They moved closer, millimetres at a time.*
*The flow of time within the dream was slowing down it was taking forever to reach her. Her tongue had stopped moving within his mouth, and her hands had gone rigid on his chest.*
*â€\_ABEO!†\_The latin word for away, she shoved his chest hard and he fell backwards landing on the ground that was surprisingly soft. When he hit the ground he blinked and she was gone.*
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**BEEP!**
â€Please Depart the Train, do not leave anything on board as no items will be returned.â€
Korm rubbed a hand over his face and dropped it into his lap, his pants were tented, the dreams were starting to feel more real as well. It was as if she had actually been stroking his shaft. He put a hand into his pants and adjusted his cock so that it sat against his stomach, thus hiding his arousal. He rose from his seat, grabbed the backpack that contained his hard drives, laptop and other essentials and headed for the door. It hissed open and he was presented with the same access systems that existed on all entrances to the Lab, a double thumbprint scan, he scanned at station one and a door swung open. After entering the mag-locks engaged and he swiped his thumb a second time. He saw the camera watching him, verifying that it was indeed him and not just someone using his prints, or dismembered thumb.
When he got inside, it didn’t surprise him to see two med.Tec guards waiting for him. On closer inspection one was Neil and the other was Nameless, ah his personal guards. Neil approached him as he walked up the darkened corridor.
â€Nice to see you back Korm.†He extended his hand, which I shook.
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â€Thanks, I guess it’s to the director’s office first then?†We both turned and headed towards Nameless.
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â€Yes. He has requested that we take you to him immediately. Give your bag to Nameless and we will continue on, your bag will be delivered to your lab. Oh and did you know your hand is sticky?†| FSE |
Title: Meeting a Cross Dresser Ch. 02
Tags: cum swallowing, public, transgender, anal sex, blowjob, cum, panties, public sex
Two weeks ago Sandy and I had spent a mind blowing night together. She had been a little distant since then so I was afraid. I was afraid we had gone too far too fast. I had been patient waiting for her to return two calls. I decided to make it three. Fuck it. I didn't really feel like I had anything to lose anymore. I called. She answered. I started shaking.
"Hello."
"Hi Sandy, it's Brianne."
"Hi Brianne! It's nice to hear you." she responded. "Sorry I haven't called. I just finished some double shifts. I haven't been doing anything but sleeping and working".
"Oh I see. I was worried that something happened to you."
"Nope, I was hoping you could come over to watch our shows together. You have perfect timing if you're free tonight." she said.
"Yes, I'd love to."
Maybe I was worrying about nothing. I grabbed a sweatshirt to wear over my tank and yoga pants. My hair was back in a ponytail, makeup was good enough and my cock was tucked back letting my pants hide it completely. I drove there carefully because I was still shaking a bit. I stopped on the way for a bottle of merlot. I actually bought two bottles making sure one had a screw top. I needed something to sooth my nerves so I parked a house down from hers, positioning the car so she couldn't see me inside. I took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank. I sat for a moment and felt the wine take effect. I took another drink. Bottoms up! Not quite but at least half of the bottle was gone. It was nice. It helped. I grabbed three pieces of cinnamon gum and started chewing aggressively. I took a deep breath, grabbed the full bottle and went to the door.
She greeted me wearing a white tank top, pink short shorts and her dark wig. She was beautiful with very subtle makeup. Her toenails shined from the light inside and I noticed her fingernails matched. She invited me in.
She thanked me for the wine and poured two glasses. I followed her into the kitchen grateful that her house was warm. I hung my sweatshirt on a stool. She had a bolognese sauce on the stove and put ravioli into water when I got there. I was thankful. I hadn't eaten since breakfast.
"It smells delicious." I commented.
"Thanks. I started it this afternoon so we could share it. I was distracted so I forgot to call you earlier." she responded. She looked beautiful. Her voice was soothing and reassuring. The food smelled fantastic. My head was swimming from the wine. I melted for her. I completely forgot she hadn't called, texted or emailed in two weeks. My pain had disappeared completely when I saw her smiling back to me. All the problems from my life fell away when we were together. She walked over to me while I leaned back on her counter. She put her arms around me and we kissed. Everything was perfect. The timer went off and she dished up salad and the ravi and bolognese. I topped off our glasses and we sat at the table. I barely remembered to spit my gum in the garbage.
We sat together on the same side to watch our TV series. Two episodes later we were finished and moved to the couch. The third episode finished and she turned to me. I had just turned to look at her. Our lips were close so I leaned in and waited. She would have to bridge the gap if she wanted it. Thankfully she did. She passionately kissed me. I returned her kiss.
We made out. I pulled back and she came forth over me. She broke off and excused herself to use the bathroom. I refilled our wine glasses from another bottle she had. She came back to me from the bathroom, naked. She swung her hips. Her cock was tucked back so I just saw her neatly trimmed bush. She smiled as she sat next to me. She put her hand on my breast and teased my nipple through my top.
"I feel overdressed." I told her. I stood up and she undressed me. My cock swung out after she pulled my pants and thong down. She pulled my tank top off and held a breast with her hand. A shiver went through me when she pinched the nipple. She rolled it in her fingers. It felt so good but I wanted more. I sat back next to her. She bent over me and licked my cock. I moaned, letting her know she was on the right track. She continued licking it, then engulfed the head.
"Oh" I moaned. I stretched my legs and she slid her mouth down my cock.
"Ohhh" I moaned again. Her mouth was warm and soft and slick. It had been nearly two weeks since I had cum, the last time we were together. Her tongue was magnificent. She licked my shaft again. I wanted to cum but she slowed down. She held back a bit longer before letting it happen. When she let me cum I shot my load like it was my first time. Two weeks worth of waiting ended in her mouth. It was one of those powerful orgasm where I felt the cum traveling from the base through my cock to the head before squirting out. I saw her jump at the first shot and settle back for the rest. She swallowed it and came up to kiss me. We shared another erotic kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue. After we parted I saw there was a little remaining on her lip that I gently licked off.
We laid on the couch together both naked still. She slid her butt back to me pressing it on my cock. I know she was trying to get my cock up again but it had only been a few minutes. She nestled back more and pulled a light blanket over us.
A few minutes went by before she tried again. She turned her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Creating a space for her hand she reached down to hold my cock. I was hard in seconds. She aligned my cock with her hole and turned back to wait. She didn't try to get me in her. I pushed forward lightly to discover she had lubed before we laid on the couch. I pushed further and she moaned. I pushed again and felt my head slip in. She moaned much louder. She was too tight. My cock was squeezed but I pushed again slipping another inch in. She turned to look in my eyes. I waited for her hole to adjust.
She had been the one to put my cock there. She had lubed before laying with me. She would have to work through it to adjust. I pushed my cock in until her cheeks pressed on me. I waited for her to feel accustomed to it. I pulled back and pressed in again. She was loosening but still tight. The next time she met my stroke by pushing back when I bottomed out. I pulled out to push in again. And again. This time she started grinding on me. I stayed still and she picked up her pace. She slid her ass down my shaft. Her cheeks rubbed on me when she bottomed and ground her hips. She built a rhythm while I kissed her neck.
"Cum in me" she whispered. "I need to feel it." she increased her speed and I met her movements. Her ass was still tight as she moved back on me. I pushed in and felt my orgasm rising. She pulled away and stopped. I pushed forward, my cock entering her to its base. She moaned and I repeated the move. My orgasm was closer. I felt the pleasure starting in my legs, spreading to the rest of me. I increased the pace and her moans matched. My cum was ready and I pushed in one more time. I moaned and pulled her closer. My cum shot into her ass. My cock throbbed in her reminding me her ass was still really tight.
She pulled off to use the bathroom. She came back with a damp cloth to clean me. She wiped my cock and then took it in her mouth. She worked my soft cock with her tongue. I saw that her cock was still erect. In the past she didn't want me to give it any attention even though I had. I asked her to lay down so I could work on her. She did and I straddled her. Our cocks touched and my breasts hung down on her chest when I leaned down to kiss her. I moved down to tease her nipples. I took one in my mouth using my tongue to play with it. She responded so I teased more aggressively by biting it. I moved to the other and teased it until it was hard. I kept playing with them as I slid further down her.
I reached her cock. I licked her precum from the tip. She moaned approval so I took it further. I licked down her cock to her balls. I teased them before taking each in my mouth. I licked back to the head and wrapped my lips around it. The familiar taste of precum was welcome. I sucked her cock in my mouth taking her in to the base. My nose buried in her bush. Her cock filling my mouth. Her soft feminine scent filling my nose. I held her balls in my hand while sliding my mouth back up her cock. I got to the tip, swirled my tongue around the head before taking her in again. I repeated this and could tell she was close. I was anxious to taste her cum. It would be my first of her. I took her in again giving extra attention with my tongue. Her cock swelled and she pushed her cock towards me.
She came in my mouth. It flowed quickly and filled my mouth. I was delighted that she let me get her off. I milked her to get as much as I could. I swallowed before moving up to lay next to her. She relaxed and I could see her satisfaction on her face. She climbed over me to stand up and lead me to her bedroom. It was the first time I had been in it. We fell asleep quickly sleeping well into the morning.
When I woke Sandy was wearing a black bra with her forms, a matching black thong and her darkest wig. She was straddling me while rubbing my cock. It hardened quickly bringing her to smile her appreciation. She scooted up me enough to get my cock between her cheeks. She pulled her panties to the side, lining her hole up with my cock. She let herself sink down onto my cock. It slid into her tight asshole. She pulled her legs forward a bit so she had as much in as possible. I could see it was testing her. Her expression showed pleasure mixed with pain. Slowly her pain was subsiding and she started to ride me.
I grabbed her cock and rubbed it in time with her movements. She moved faster leaning her head back. Her ass held my cock perfectly as she rode it. Her rhythm was bringing me close to cumming. I was able to use her precum to lubricate her cock. I pressed the front of it with my thumb. She moaned and I did it again. I was on the edge and felt she was close too. I ran my thumb down her cock again. I watched it swell and her cum shot over my chest. I couldn't hold back. I shot cum into her ass. She milked my cock with her ass while my orgasm subsided. Spent, she rested her body on me while recovering.
We showered and put on our makeup, got dressed and headed out for brunch. Sandy let me borrow a dress and shoes. We had a wonderful meal and got a little shopping in. We each purchased new sets of bras and panties, a few dresses and another pair of boots. We got back to her SUV and put our bags in the back.
We climbed in the front. Before driving away she leaned to me and we kissed. Her tongue driving me crazy, her lips warm against mine.
"Recline your seat" she commanded. I complied knowing something good was going to come of it. She lifted my dress and I helped pull my thong down. She engulfed my cock in one rewarding move. She pulled my dress down to cover her head. Luckily it was a stretchy lycra dress. I watched her head stretch the dress taught as she lifted off me. I watched it shrink back as she took more cock back in her mouth. I was nervous someone would walk by. Her actions were obvious if anybody looked over. She was working my cock well. Her tongue was hitting the right spot and I was going to cum quickly. I came and she collected it all before pulling her head from my dress. She sat back in the driver's seat.
I pulled my panties up and straightened my dress before she drove us home. We made plans to get together again next weekend. We said goodbye with a soft kiss. I'm hoping she will have a chance to meet for lunch during the week. | literotica |
Title: Utopolis 1 by 6-Wing Dragon
Tags: Horse, Incest, M/M, Oral
The city lay in ruins, as impossible as it seemed. An ocean of flames consumed the land where the metropolis once stood...but how could this be? It boasted as the perfect city, the perfect defense, and the perfect society, impregnable in all respects...lo, there stood a figure! His silhouette magnified by the hellish inferno, a menacing physique, indeed. A large, billowing cloak, broad shoulders, a long, flowing mane of arcane moonlight silver reflecting the crimson and ochre flame, clutched at his right a malicious scythe that Death itself would fear. He glances over his shoulder, terrifying, piercing eyes of bloody gold and topaz stare over a high collar. A face is seen, but it cannot be! Staring into a mirror, and only the darkest shadow glares back...
"NO!!!" came a scream to the empty bedroom, accompanied by feverish panting and gasping, cold sweat drenches the bed sheets. In a panicked dash he - Gus - bound to the window, the curtain drawn and blocking an ill omen of a fiery light. The shudders burst open to expose the outside upon which a gust of brisk morning air cordiality greeted, showing that the city was still intact and boasting a wild flower sunrise peaking over the horizon. He let out a sigh like a worried parent might after finding a lost child, dropping to his knees and resting his elbows upon the windowsill, then flipping about to sit on his bum, one leg bent up at his chest and the other resting on the ground.
"Thank the gods, thank the gods, thank the gods," he chanted for a few seconds, regaining his breath and regulated blood pressure. He sighed again, this one much smaller, refreshed by the breeze from the window that passed over his sweat-covered body, feeling a chill up and down his powerfully built physique. His eyes rested upon the mirror opposite said window, reflecting a body to be proud of - this one not depicting previous demonic imagery. 6'7" in height and built like a Clydesdale brick house, silky tan fur with a white 'glove' for each 3-digit hoof, smooth charcoal knuckles as opposed to crystalline pewter (like in the nightmare). A milk chocolate mane that falls to his pertinent nipples down a side of his long, white-lined snout accessorized with deep, ocean blue, narrow eyes - the ones that are commonly known as "Bedroom Eyes". His broad, muscled chest sported a slightly lighter shade, tracing over a narrowing torso to end under his crotch (hanging from which a common-place, dark-colored horse endowment, at full size but lacking in erectness - he commonly sleeps in the buff). He smiled at the reflection, his normal colors, and not the black fur and silver mane like the one in his dream.
He grunted and rose from his seat, his braided tail falling behind him and swaying in his step from the window to the bathroom door, needing a shower after his terrifying nightmare. He had slightly larger than normal washing accommodations, a perk of the High Council since no one in the entire city can keep track of the literature of the Grand Library like he, the royal librarian, can. Having arisen earlier than he normally would on a workday like today, he found himself with a full hour in which to waste - a few thoughts went through his mind. A bountiful cone of steaming hot water cascaded over the stallion's pelt, matting the fur in but a few seconds as he swept his hooves over his body.
With a careful touch he reached behind and began undoing the braid of his tail, so it would not grow mildew. The base of his tail perked a bit, making it easier for him to untie the long hairs growing from the extended flesh at the end of his spine. The final tresses soaked in the water, one hoof lifting the tail up as the other felt about a red and swollen anus, making him wince at the tender flesh. It had always been painful to touch, ever since that night 12 years ago...
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An exuberant teenager named Gus, a fledging into puberty, travels with his older brother, Brady. They'd gotten notice to evacuate from their village before the swarm of evil shadow beasts could devour them, and to flee to the city-state of Utopolis, the last known Sanctuary to stand against the rising demonic menace. It was when they were traveling through the Grotte de la Démence - a remote jungle rich with fungi whose spores have notoriety to bring out the deepest instincts and most vile of desires - that they had feasted upon mushrooms due to their dwindling supply of rations. Night fell, and they both felt themselves dizzied, unfocused, and hearing their own voices speak to them.
The humidity was certainly something they were not used too, since being from the Highlands way up north they only donned their kilts and no armor. Throughout the day Gus found himself staring longingly at his brother, his eyes dancing across the dark chocolate pelt his brother boasted, how each muscle appeared sculpted and pieced by master artisans. His thoughts were filled with images he didn't know were possible, and concepts completely foreign; he'd accidentally seen his brother mount a mare before, but instead his memories shown himself in the female's place.
There they sat next to the campfire, at wit's end after just a day in the hellish grotto. Gus fidgeted and twitched, Brady remaining completely calm, almost dazed. The colt panted softly, trying everything he could not to stare at his brother, but the insanity from the mushrooms gave him no peace; erotic images dancing like malicious imps about his imagination. Gus could stand it no more, and as if his mind snapped he tore off his own kilt and lunged into his brother's lap, pulling the plaid cloth away and grabbing hold of the elder's thick package, shoving the tip into his maw and suckling it hungrily.
Brady gasped in surprise, leaning back then panting heavily; the last strand of sanity he clutched was cut lustfully as his hoof set on his brother's head and rubbed over his neck, his shaft hardening in the young, hot muzzle. Gus cradled the heavy orbs and swallowed the plump, ebony cock, bobbing his maw over the hot throbbing pillar of meat. Not long after the initial assault, Brady sprayed a thick rope of pent up cream into the colt's virgin throat, quickly spilling from his lips and over his own ballsac.
Gus's eyes shot open the instant his brother's seed hit his tongue, like the 'shroom-induced madness was whisked away darkness in the presence of a flash of light. He began to gag, no longer drowned in lust but now drowning of hot seed from his brother - whom had no intentions of stopping. Gus whimpered as he quickly remembered what he provoked, beginning to cry as his brother's shaft plunged into his throat, filling his stomach with thick cream. Brady released his hoof, the colt pulling off and gasping as he gulped down the remaining cum, his muzzle and lips covered in the essence of his brother.
"Brady...!" whined Gus as he backed off, his elder brother soon crawling over to him, his cock still rigid and throbbing, a dangerous lusty look in his eyes as he glared over poor Gus. The colt whimpered and spun to escape, only to trip and land face down, unknowingly presenting himself to the sex-maddened stallion behind him; Gus attempted to escape again, but felt a strong hoof grab his ankle. He looked mortified over his shoulder, quivering as Brady crawled over his brother, straddling his hips and parting his virgin rump cheeks. "Brady..." pleaded Gus, sniffing softly in vain as his older brother gave his cries no acknowledgment, only lifting his back end up higher and pushing the bulbous head of his merciless cock against the virgin anus. Gus gasped as tears beaded at the corners of his eyes, biting his lower lip and clenching the ground, bracing himself as best he could, "Please...don't..." he whimpered once more, but his begging fell on deaf ears...
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The memory of that night always haunted him, and the sore anus didn't help to relieve the travesty. It felt like it wasn't the act that was so horrible, but their deathly silence that infected the next 2 days when they tried so fervently to look at each other. Eventually they talked over what happened, and forgave each other for what they did, but Gus could never forget...that is to say, his ass would never let him forget. Over the 12 years his wounds healed to some degree, but it was always unbearable whenever he sat for too long, or excreted too bountifully. The same chain of thoughts passed his mind when his anal rim ached, feeling the seed of his brother pass through his body, flushing it out later that night; it always ended with an attempt to think of something happier, like getting ready for the day ahead. He stood before his standing mirror after drying off, combing his main and tying it back, slipping on his pants and tunic, tying the shawl around his shoulders and grabbing the cane that acted as a symbol of his position.
Out the door and down the steps, greeting the normal assortment of passerby and food cart curators, flipping 3 silver coins to the fruit seller for 3 apples as breakfast. When he reached the steps of the royal library he tossed the core of the last apple into his maw and licked his hooves clean (quickly drying them on the shawl) before opening the magically-locked doors with his cane. He was rather surprised by the sheer lack of patrons, but merely thought it linked with the new projects popping up around the city; such days made it relaxing and easy to properly organize the library. At the book checkout desk he discarded his shawl and cane into a safe keeping place, revealing the navy blue vest and white blouse he wore underneath. He grabbed a nearby cart and loaded it with the returns, setting off for his normal routine with a soft smile and a gentle song.
"The Chieftain War...Growing Corn...The Life of Bartholomew the Majestic..." Gus listed to himself, carting books to their destinations one by one, but finding a bit of a snag when the place for the final returned book was high above his head; the ladder was over by 'D', and there he was in 'V'. He sighed and contemplated spending the time to do a task safely and properly, then figured that the book cart was stable enough to hold his weight. With great care, he stepped from one height of the cart to the other, standing up on the 3 foot wheeled implement, but lamenting that the shelf he needed was still another 2' above. He contemplated hopping down from the cart and spending the time to do a task safely and properly, then figured he could reach high enough to put the book in its place.
He tilted his hind hoofs to their tips, reaching up and grabbing a shelf to stable him, then stretching the literature-laden arm to poke the book into its slot. Success! With a nudge of his finger the last return was right where it should be; as he gave a soft sigh of accomplishment his hind hoof slipped on the top of the cart and caused him to lose his footing. In a panic he grabbed onto a shelf with both fore hooves and curled up a bit, sitting his hind hooves on a lower shelf so he wouldn't fall. His ears erected when he heard the cart ram into the bookcase behind him, and on impulse he jumped the gap between bookcases he knew he couldn't reach across, in hopes to add needed weight to keep one from toppling over. Despite his good intentions he caused the one he was on earlier to tilt from the force of his jump, triggering a devastating domino reaction.
His face buried into the bookshelf he clung to, the stallion dared not glance over his shoulder at the assumed catastrophe following the pandemonium of over 2 dozen toppled bookcases, each roughly the size of the broad side of a barn. A discontented groan escaped his lips, meticulously stepping from the shelf with the utmost care. Sighing heavily, he treaded in disbelief to the aisle off to the side, his face pale and head hung.
"This'll take days to fix..." he grumbled, falling to his knees and wishing he could sink into the floor and disappear. The corner of his eye caught the ladder sticking out from the wreckage, sighing heavily again. He shook his head, knowing full well sulking won't get the job done; so he sat himself down and crossed his arms as he tried to recall the inventory. Eyes shut as he delved into his memory banks, pulling out names and titles from A-Z, tapping his hoof knuckles against his arms whilst he pictured where each book went on which shelf in which bookcase.
A quarter hour went by in deep thought before he stood again, dusting himself off and glaring on towards his problem with a fiery eye, ready to fix his problem, only to find that there was no problem to fix. Every case, every shelf, every book placed in perfect order, like they never fell. He could only look on in disbelief, soon questioning his own sanity.
"That's...not possible..." he muttered quietly to the silent library, walking over to the cart, and placing a wavering hoof on the case next to it, feeling the sturdy wood. His eyes scanned the titles and each one in the place exactly as he remembered it. "Maybe I'm coming down with something..." he pondered softly to himself, so sure that there was a calamity despite the overpowering evidence that there wasn't. In haste he returned to his desk, stowing the cart and plopping into his chair, staring at the bookcases, as if expecting a cruel 'Gotcha!' to pop out at any moment. Hours of paperwork passed and nothing out of the ordinary occurred, much to Gus's mixed feeling of relief and suspicion.
The library remained quiet as a cemetery, and as Gus looked up to the stain glass depicting an accurate timetable of the day, he found that the shadow of the sundial fitted into the window was pointed at lunchtime; before he dismissed it for more time to work his stomach growled a rather persuasive rebuttal. He chuckled and patted his belly, standing from his desk, wincing as his tailhole recalled its soreness. He grumbled and rubbed his rump some; sighing and glancing up he found a well-dressed feline standing behind the desk, a book in his paw. Gus mentally reeled back at the startling figure before him, but kept visibly calm as he smiled cordially, "Hello sir, how may I help you?" he politely inquired, sitting back down and hiding the sudden discomfort from sitting on his sore rump.
The librarian scanned over the patron with hidden cynicism; Utopolis boasted its defenses for at carnivorous denizens, keeping the "prey" inside and sanctified. The daemonic menace terrorizing the landscape beyond the safety of the city-state walls had horrifying effects on the predatory individuals (tigers, wolves, sharks, etc.), primarily it drove them insane with Bloodlust, slaughtering and viciously devouring anything besides other meat eaters. Those that were infected with the Bloodlust were kept in the concentration camps just outside the city, making for further defenses against the evil shadows that lurked outside. However, a few of the "Carnies" (that were marked "Tamed", such as small cats, dolphins - and in some cases - bears) were given amnesty, but they could only eat fish and foul, and took residence in slums on the inner edge of the city-state. Gus knew plenty the political status of cats, and the fact that before him stood a black-furred feline in noble's clothes was indeed suspicious.
"You've helped me plenty, honored overseer of the royal literature," beamed the cat, "I've indulged many an hour reading and rereading this spellbinding book, and felt it only fitting to return such marvelous prose in person." Having said that, he set the book upon the desk and shown the horse another charming cat-like smile, rows of small fangs glinting beneath a lax array of whiskers. Gus wished nothing more than to distance himself as far from this cat as possible, yet whether through the restraint of social graces or the feline's enigmatical magnetism, he simply couldn't.
Luckily enough, the cat turned to leave, and Gus realized that another book sat away from its proper spot. Once again the library fell silent, leaving the stallion alone to replace the askew literature, and then have himself a bit of lunch afterwards. Upon reaching the designated case it became evident that the shelf lay high above his head. His ears perked, smirking to himself, and couldn't believe the turn of events that allowed him to correct his mistake so soon. In a manner of minutes he was up and down the ladder, book in place, and everything as it should be. Setting hoof into the aisle his ears perked again, hearing the suspicious creaking of a teetering bookcase, then a frightening familiar sound of crashing books and shelves. Gus spun around and stared dumbfounded at the calamity before him, 2 dozen bookcases lay like an array of fallen dominos. His aghast brow soon furrowed as he became indignant, quickly suspecting some plot against him after thinking this predicament through.
The bookcases weighed 700lbs each, and were 3' thick at least; he couldn't push one over even if he wanted to. He scratched his chin, raised a brow, and seriously questioned how he even toppled the bookcases the first time. Both brows raised, a looking of curiosity filling his eyes as he thought back to how this was the first time; he smiled, sitting down and closing his eyes, crossing his arms and delving once more into his deep thoughts.
He began with A and didn't stop until he got to G, opening his eyes to find that - as he suspected - books and cases were arranging themselves as he mentally called them off. Standing with pride and hooves on his hips he ran quicker down the list, watching with a smile and a hint of boyish giddiness as Z placed its last book. Air whisked under his step as he strutted back to his desk, humming delightfully to himself; and with a sudden dose of reality he wondered how he was able to do this. He'd never taken lessons in magic, in fact it was forbidden to use anything other than healing spells (which were only permissible to doctors and priests); whatever he'd just done should never be known to anyone but himself.
"Impressive," said an ominous voice from behind. Gus jumped out of his skin and spun around lightning fast, clutching his desk as he came face to face with the noble feline from before. "I saw the whole thing and I must say, you're quite the magician," beamed the cat, nodding over his shoulder to the bookcases, "Do tell, what ever did you do?" Gus could only stare in silence, voicing only with an "Uhh..."
"No, I didn't think so," laughed the cat, patting the horse on the shoulder. When they touched, Gus felt a dark, foreboding shadow loom over him, yet it stood like the shade of a tree in an intense heat; he immediately suspected that this cat wasn't entirely truthful. He narrowed his eyes and stared into the golden irises beyond black fur. "You're not a Tamed," stated Gus, "you're a Carnie." The cat smiled, though not the same magnetic grin from before.
"I began to worry you didn't know your own Blood," replied the stranger. Gus became scared, and then swatting the paw away from his shoulder as he switched to being indignant, "I am not a cat, and I'm certainly not a carnivore!" he snarled. The cat smirked again, "I agree with the former, the latter I'll let you find out for yourself; but I don't speak of that..." What the ebony stranger spoke next was a language that had been forgotten for a millennium, yet Gus could understand every word perfectly, "...You are an Arc Blood."
Gus felt his body fall into an eternal void, yet stood on firm ground; enveloped in darkness that stretched beyond space, time, and probability, yet surrounded by innumerable arcane runes and circles. In 1 billionth of 1 billionth of a blink of an eye, Gus returned to the library, standing right where he was, and not a single thing had changed...save for one less mysterious stranger. He fell to his knees and panted profusely, gulping and quivering as he remembered the image he saw: the mysterious patron stood with him in the darkness, except he stood as a lion with black fur and a silver mane, cloaked in a dark billowing cloak. He felt a pang of shock shoot through his heart, like he'd seen someone so similar before...but something blocked that memory.
A shake of his head and rising to his hind hooves, he brushed off his pants and held his head, trying to make sense of what just happened. Something caught his attention as he stood, swishing his tail and bending his legs a bit. His brows raised to his ears, looking over his shoulder and feeling his rump to find that it was no longer sore. Quick steps brought him to the libraries restroom, turning his back to the mirror above the sink and undoing the fastening of his pants, bringing the down just far enough to see beneath his tail. He gasped, lifting his haunches a bit more and brushing his tail to the side, finding that his once red, swollen anus had returned to the color it had been before that night 12 years ago.
He felt he could cry with happiness, rubbing a hoof digit across the puckered flesh, and only feeling a tiny tingle up his spine as opposed to the bolt of pain whenever it was touched. What shed the tear, however, was the revelation that he could finally look his brother in the eyes for the first time in a dozen years. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them, feeling his soul finally know delight after so long; he gazed back at himself through the mirror, planning to sport his kilt, and visit his brother's pub that very night.
The day couldn't go quick enough, but after lunch more patrons finally showed up, and as the sun began to set Gus practically jumped from his desk and closed the library up nice and secure. With every fiber of social graces and restraint he walked at normal pace back to his abode, but the instant he walked in the door he threw his clothes from his body and bound to his closet, foraging through his wardrobe to find his casual kilt, grinning wide as he slid it on, fastening the sash and sporran. As a final touch he set the beret upon his head, and walked out the door, shirtless and without pants.
Trotting down the lamp-lit street he came upon his brother's modest pub, "The Jolly Dragon" (named because dragons being thought mythical, and because Brady lost a bet). He breathed deep, swelling his chest and smiling wide, taking the step into the door. Inside it was Highland Night, a time when all those that fled the Highlands came together in their plaids and celebrated having made such a proud life in Utopolis. Rams and sheep, horses and mares, goats and ewes, all congregated in Brady's pub and dressed like Gus. With a smile the cream colored stallion sat quietly at the bar, soon approached by an unknowing older brother. Gus peaked up through his mane, smiling as he saw how good the years have been to his brother, he hardly looked different.
"What'll it be?" asked the bartender with a cordial smile. Gus looked up to his brother's eyes, smiling warmly as Brady quickly realized who sat before him. "Gus...?" His mouth hung open, then curled into a teary smile. He walked from behind the bar and stood next to the stool as Gus arose from his seat. Brady looked over his shy brother, unable to say anything, so summing up his entire reaction with a great, big, brotherly hug. Gus embraced his brother in return, not speaking a word between them, simply holding one another.
After a short while of gentle sniffling and hugging, Brady finally broke the embrace and faced his pub, introducing his younger brother. The night went on merrily, Gus meeting with the circle of friends Brady had accumulated, his sister-in-law, nephews and niece. Hours went by far too quickly, finally as tomorrow came Gus bid his friends and family a good night, promising not to be a stranger. The walk through a warm-aired night felt like a garden stroll, Gus staring up at the menagerie of stars far above his head, feeling as if everything was right with the world.
He padded through the street with a wandering mind, bathed in soft golden glow of the lamps. He stopped and decided to stand and enjoy the gentle breeze whisking across his pelt and through his mane; soon his repose was broken when the lamp above him spontaneously went out. He stared up at the unlit lamp, soon noticing that there was more light before him then behind; glancing over his shoulder told him that every lamp on his path was dark. Decision made, he started for home.
The next lamp he stepped beneath went out as sudden as the first, giving Gus an uncomfortable spinal chill. His pace quickened, yet the darkness from the lamps continued on before him, leaving the streets with only starlight to illuminate. Gus glanced about, the buildings cold and ghostlike; one lamp sparked to life immediately above him, all around enveloped in darkness. "You still don't know your own Blood..." bled from the ebony air, sounding ominously familiar. The mustang spun around, trying to find the origin of this eerie voice, then finding a silver-crowned shadow with haunting golden eyes; the light of the lamp bursting in blinding radiance.
"Wake up!" | FSE |
Tags: Belly Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: Riley was a young woman whose life was seemingly defined by "a little more." Compared to other redheads her hair was a little more red and she had a little more freckles. She was a little taller, had a little more muscle, and at the same time a little more padding, usually where it mattered but often where it didn't. When not working or studying she ate a little more, not out of greed or gluttony, but simply as her nature. Attributing malice to it would be akin to attributing malice to a hunting bird or the tides.So it was, ultimately, only natural and to be expected that she would eventually find herself at a party in a sorority house, itself home to certain excesses."So." Riley dropped onto the couch, putting her arms up on the sides and crossing her legs. "What's it take to join Kappa Sigma Chi?"Claire gestured. "Well, we did have our own special hazing ritual, but we had to stop after we lost our last house, so we've gone back to binge drinking.""That's fine. Binge drinking never hurt anyone.""Right, sure. So, what'll you have? There's everclear, wine coolers, a few kegs...""Do you have any stout?"Claire thought for a second before turning to one of the other young women. "Do we?"She shrugged. "I'unno. There's probably a ton in that fridge downstairs. We won it in a contest but nobody bothered drinking it.""Go check."Riley relaxed, waiting patiently for a few moments. The young woman returned with two twelve packs in hand, and there was the clanking of glass as she set the cardboard packages roughly on the table beside her. Riley removed one of the bottles, turning it over in her hand to inspect the label. "Good."Claire said, "let me get you a bottle op-" She was cut short by a pop and the fizz of escaping gas as Riley casually wrenched the top off with her bare hand and raised the bottle to her lips. To say she drank it would understate the sheer speed at which the liquid poured down her throat, and to say she chugged it would indicate a certain gracelessness to the gesture. As it stood, she drained the beer down her throat in a matter of seconds, replacing it in the package. "Or you could do that.""Keep 'em coming," she said, removing a second."There's twenty-four bottles here.""I know, keep 'em coming."She looked over at Claire, who shrugged helplessly, before turning and leaving again.Riley drank in a steady rhythm, bottles of beer sliding down her throat one after another with no sign of hesitation. Bit by bit her trim stomach began to show the results of her binge, pushing her shirt outward. By the time the first package was finished she had a soft, round gut poking out from beneath the hem of her clothes, a band of flesh with a navel sunk into it. She reached down, unbuttoning her jeans, letting her belly force the zipper open in its search for room.Claire's friend appeared again, dropping off two more packages on the table. Riley removed another bottle, cracking it open as the girl stared. As she tilted it up their eyes met, and the girl looked away, taking the empties with her. Shrugging, she resumed drinking.As time wore on and more bottles were drained, Riley's gut became more pronounced as it filled with stout. Casually slumped on the couch as she was, it spilled between her legs as it grew larger, filling her lap more and more. This did not escape the notice of other party-goers, some of whom tried their best to gawk at her without looking like they were. By the time she was finishing the fourth twelve-pack newcomers were asking others if she was pregnant. She certainly looked it to the untrained eye, but her belly was softer and more teardrop-shaped.As Riley replaced the last bottle, Claire entered the room, stopping dead in her tracks upon seeing the swollen newcomer. "Are... are you okay?""Yeah, I'm..." Riley frowned, pressing both hands against the sides of her stomach. Her belly churned and gurgled, swelling outward as the stout inside of her fizzed and bubbled, rapidly taking up the entirety of her lap. Her skin seemed to ripple and vibrate, and just as Claire began to fear that she would burst, Riley opened her mouth and let out a long, ear-splitting belch, her stomach shrinking down almost, but not quite, to its previous size. The ambient noise in the sorority lowered as its inhabitants went quiet in stunned silence, picking up their conversations again after a few seconds. "I'm fine.""You don't feel... sick or anything, do you?"She thought for a second. "Got a little bit of a buzz. So, am I in?""Uh... yeah, sure.""Great." She raised her legs and, with a grunt, turned and laid down on the couch, her bloated belly looming over her body. "I'm just going to crash here for the night." She put her hands behind her head, glanced over at Claire and did a double take, her eyes following another young woman as she wheeled a keg past. "Hold it," she said, pointing. "Are you going to finish that?"
| bodyinflation |
Don’t Make This Weird “What’s it like?” Zoey asked abruptly, her fingers clicking wildly on the controller.
Darya looked up from her book, “What’s what like?”
Zoey cussed as the game screen flashed a bright blue white. She tossed the controller aside and snapped off the old console with an aggravated smack. “You know, being a mermaid and all.”
Darya’s head sagged back onto the pillow, “You promised you wouldn’t make this weird!”
“I’m sorry, I’m just so curious. I mean, how often do you get to have a professional mermaid for a roommate!” Zoey bounced up on the bed.
“It’s not that interesting, I promise you. Mostly it’s just people wanting to ogle your tits.”
“Yeah, I know, but you have nice tits.” Zoey made a crude gesture as if grabbing at her roomie’s breasts and squeezing them.
Darya blushed, her dusky cheeks only imperceptibly flushing and muttered something unintelligible.
Zoey pressed a bit more, “Aww, come on, what’s it like swimming with a tail and all?”
“You just learn how to do it. It’s just a silicone tail, nothing fancy.”
“Can I see it? How come you never bring it here? Is it pretty?”
“It’s safer at work in my locker. Besides it’s big and it’s heavy. I think it’s pretty, yes.” Darya picked her book back up and decided she was done with this conversation.
Zoey sat a moment, wondering why her friend was so reluctant to talk about her job, but she shrugged and wandered off to the kitchen to make some dinner. She’d always wanted to be a mermaid, but her figure wasn’t generous enough to get the job at the little mermaid themed titty bar. She debated if she could sneak in for a show. She was dying to see what her friend looked like in a tail, her dusky skin offset by bright colors, swimming around among coral and fancy fishes.
*** *** ***
Darya slipped out of her dorm. It was already getting late. She needed to get to the club. She hated lying to her roommate about things, but it was just too complicated to explain. Ducking down a side street she made her way to the neon flashing sign. The Drunken Mermaid was the local town strip club, but it was sea themed. They promised mermaids and all the outfits of the dancers were chosen to bring up something of a nautical theme.
If only they knew the truth.
“You’re late.” Carl remarked as she entered the club’s back door.
Darya winced, “Sorry Carl, I was studying for a test.”
Carl just sniffed and waved her into the back.
Darya darted up the back steps to a small room. She fished out the key from her purse and unlocked the tiny room that was the only access to the tank. Thanks to her job as one of the resident mermaids, she had privacy that other girls didn’t have. The room was small, with a metal floor. Several hooks held various sea themed bikini tops, not that they were encouraged, while two big silicone tails leaned against the back wall, the outfits of her coworkers.
Not that she ever saw much of her two fellow mermaid girls. They were both nice, they’d met during her initial tryout, but since then they’d mostly worked separate shifts. This was in part due to Darya’s refusal to do girl on girl shows in the tank. Her boss wasn’t happy about that, but relented in favor of a big tit mermaid who worked for a reasonable rate. She probably made less than some of the dancers, but she’d never been graceful enough on two legs to master their gyrations around the pole. The water was her home.
A third tail, this one cheap rubber and far less impressive than the one she would be sporting was resting in a corner. It was her way of pretending. She’d gotten one that looked somewhat similar, just enough to keep people from asking questions.
She flipped open the lid to the tank, revealing a small ladder down into a hidden alcove with a dome of air over it. There were small pumps to push bubbles into the tank, and hidden hoses in some of the rocks to allow the other girls to breathe every minute or two while doing their show.
Darya ignored all of it.
She locked the door and set her purse down. Kicking off her shoes, and shaking herself out of her jeans. The plain t-shirt and bra followed into a pile in the corner, away from where the water might get them.
Rubbing her breasts gently, she enjoyed the feel of the cool air upon her nipples, but it would be nothing compared to the sensations that would follow.
Checking the clock, she slowly eased herself onto a seated position at the top of the ladder.
*** *** *** Darya shivered as her toe dipped into the water. Like an electric current the salt water tank welcomed her. Within moments she could feel herself responding to the call of the sea once more. The deep longing. She’d always had trouble putting the sensation into words, it was just too perfect a few moments of electrifying bliss as her feet exploded outwards into her gorgeous flukes, and twin lines of iridescent fins erupted from her legs stretching from her hips down to what had been her calves. It only took moments for her legs to merge from her crotch to her heels, just in time for her scales to cascade downward from her hips in a crosshatching pattern that lay over her skin like a glittering suit of medieval armor, if that armor were made of polished turquoise and amethyst gems. Lastly, her dorsal fin sprang from her backside even as her ears fanned outward and fingers became webbed.
Her full form, tan skin flowing into resplendent purple with a blue underside to her tail was a sight to see, even back home. She’d made many an older mermaid jealous of those fins. Now she paraded them for the humans like she was some random side show act. Still, it was money, and in the human world she needed it.
She was quite the draw. One thing always set her apart from the other girls in getting the attention. Her sex remained uncovered, it’s soft velvety folds tucked neatly right above the line of her scales. It hadn’t occurred to her at first to hide it, and when the owner had found out her made a great deal out of her willingness to be all there for the entertainment.
Taking a last lungful of air, she slid under the water, releasing it once she felt her gills open and fill with water.
*** *** ***
Darya flicked her fins. If nothing else she enjoyed the freedom to be back in her natural form. She’d spend hours swimming in the tank. Sometimes just floating, sometimes chasing around. Thankfully it was moderately large, enough that she could swim in more than just circles, and it was salty. Dozens of little fish lived in the tank for effect, but the salt was important to her too.
Occasionally she’d look out at the crowd to see who was leering at her breasts. It was the usual gaggle of older men, business men and blue collar alike. A few made crude gestures, some even propositioned her. She ignored them all. Once in a while a lady would come watch her. Some seemed to long for what she had, a few were clearly there because they fancied her like the men did. She’d occasionally give them a bit of a look, but few could meet her dark, nearly black eyes.
Tonight, didn’t seem any different. She swam and people watched. Glancing out though she suddenly stopped. There in the audience was her roommate, tucked back in a corner, trying not to be seen, but her gamer chic look made her stand out among the regulars. Black hoodies with logos of games weren’t exactly common place among this crowd. Darya swore, releasing a stream of bubbles. She’d tried to avoid having Zoey see her, and now she knew Zoey was almost certain to try to get backstage. Hopefully Carl would keep her out until she could get away.
If Zoey was aware she’d been spotted, she gave no sign. She just watched from inside her hood. Darya checked on her for a while, little happened save she ordered something and sipped it now and again. Time was somewhat meaningless to Darya under the water, she never checked the clock, just swimming until someone rapped on the tank to let her know that they were closing. So she had no idea how long Zoey sat there, only that it was a long time, and that when it came time for her to get out of the tank she was nowhere to be seen.
*** *** ***
The air felt harsh after the soft salt water. Darya coughed as she felt her gills expel the last of the water and seal up, letting her lungs fill with air once more. She hoisted herself clumsily out of the water, shaking herself as she tried to get far enough onto the rubber mats to pull her tail all the way out of the water.
The change back was less fun, as her skin dried out and her scales pulled back. It was like her body was being put back int a box that was just a little too small for her. Fins folded away, and webbing receded. Her legs split making her hips pop as she shifted them around. Finally, she wiggled her toes, she tried to get comfortable with them again. The first steps were always the hardest as she found her balance.
Damp, naked, and human again she pulled on her clothes just before a knock at the door. “Who is it?” She said as loudly as she could, knowing the pumps in the room made it hard to hear anyone.
“Carl,” came the muffled response through the door.
A lump formed in her throat for a moment, would he have brought Zoey up with him? No, Carl was too professional, he’d never let someone up without clearing it with her. “Just a second Carl, I’m almost dressed.”
Another muffled response, “Yeah, alright.”
She glided over to the door, now back in her street clothes and unlocked it. Carl’s bulk blocked out the tiny hall light. “Hey Carl, what’s up?”
“Just wanted to let you know you’ve got a new fan.”
Fan. That was code in the club for potential stalker. “I do?”
“Yeah, some mousy girl was being real nosy about you. Said she was your roomie and tried to get back stage to surprise you.” His matter of factness made it clear what he probably did after. “I take it she was invited to leave politely?”
“Yeah. She didn’t argue much, but still.”
“I know, I appreciate it Carl, and I think I know who you’re talking about. I do know her, but I appreciate you not letting her up here. Thank you.”
“No problem. Do you need to be walked out?”
“No, I’ll be okay. Thanks again Carl.”
*** *** ***
Zoey wasn’t outside the club waiting. For that at least Darya was thankful. By the time she got home her roomie was in her bed, turned away from her.
Darya took a deep breath; it was better now than in the morning. “Okay, stop pretending to be asleep, I know you were at the club tonight.”
The response came as a whimper, “I’m sorry. I know I promised. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just really wanted to see you in your tail.”
Darya frowned a bit, “Trouble?”
“Yeah, I tried to see you after the show, but some guy told me to get out or he’d call the cops on me.” Zoey sniffed and wiped a sleeve across her nose. She’d clearly been crying.
“That was Carl, he doesn’t know you and he’s doing his job. No patrons backstage.” Darya sighed, she’d expected Zoey to be hyper bouncy, not scared to death by Carl. “Look, I’m sorry Carl scared you, but you shouldn’t have tried to do that.”
“But we’re roomies.” She pleaded.
“And that doesn’t give you permission to visit me at work.” Darya chided her.
“I know, but I really wanted to see.” She paused and looked up at Darya who still stood over her, hands on hips. “You were so gorgeous. I didn’t know they made tails like that. It was like you made love to the water.”
Darya threw her hands up with an exasperated sigh, “Oh, god, you’re making this weird again.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just really into mermaids.” “I get it, I do, but I really need this space to not be about being a mermaid. I’m here to study and you know, be a college student.”
“But you are a mermaid!”
Darya stopped and blinked. Her mouth opened and shut without a word coming out. For a moment she feared she’d been found out before she realized that Zoey just meant as a stripper. “It’s just a job Zoey.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have the figure for it and you do.”
Darya shrugged, “I think it’s less about the figure for a mermaid and more the figure for a stripper. I didn’t ask to get these huge tits.”
“And flawless skin, and, hell, even your coochie is pretty. It’s not fair.”
Darya blanched a bit at that realizing that her roomie had seen far more of her than she had realized. “Life isn’t fair.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Zoey sulked.
“Look, I’m sorry. I am just upset you broke your promise.”
Zoey picked up a pillow and pulled it into a tight hug. “I know, and you’re right to be mad at me. I’m a terrible roommate.”
“You’re not a terrible roommate.”
Zoey brightened a bit, “Then would you please teach me to swim in a tail?”
“What?” Darya had been caught completely off guard by that comment.
“I want to learn.”
Darya stammered, “I, um, well, you’ll need a tail first.”
“I’ve already got it. It came last week.” She reached under her bed and pulled out a long flat box which she pulled out a synthetic tail. It was pink and yellow, not the best color for the pale gamer girl, but she hugged it to her like it was made of gems. “See, I found one on sale. It’s real, one of the companies that actually makes one for swimming not just for show.”
Darya was caught now. She would either have to get her fake tail and try to teach her in that, or reveal she was a real mermaid. “Look it’s late. Let’s talk about it another time, okay?” “Please?” Zoey whined.
“Let me think about it, okay?”
Zoey kindly let the topic drop as Darya disappeared into the bathroom.
*** *** ***
Darya spent the next few days avoiding Zoey as much as she could. Anytime she was around she’d give Darya a hangdog look and mope. It was getting annoying but honestly were Darya anything other than a real mermaid would she be so reluctant? Probably not. The few other mermaid girls she’d met working at the club loved sharing their hobby. That was it! She would get one of the other girls to teach Zoey!
It was still early, but it was her day off from the tank. Maybe she could catch one of the others before the show and ask! She dumped her books off at the room, ignoring Zoey’s surprised look as she dashed back out the door and down the street towards the club.
Mira was already in, “Hey, Darya, right?” She was a bit older that Darya, having swum for the Drunken Mermaid for almost a decade now. She kept fit and was still quite pretty, with her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and large heavy breasts that were currently proudly on open display as she changed.
Half out of breath, Darya nodded as she slumped into a chair next to the door. “Yeah, hey Mira, I have a favor to ask?”
“What’s up? Here, would you help me with my tail? I swear it’s getting harder to squeeze into it every year.”
Darya nodded and helped Mira wedge herself into the heavy tail and shift herself over to the tank entrance. All the while babbling about Zoey wanting to learn to swim with a tail.
“Well, why don’t you just teach her? I’ve seen you swim, you’re better than anyone I know.”
“Um, I really don’t have time to, and I, well feel awkward. My tail is cut a little to revealing for use in a public pool.”
“Oh, that’s it. Don’t want to show off the goods for free!” Mira laughed. “No worries, the other girls and I get together regularly. Bring her by. Here, give me a piece of paper, I’ll write down the address for you. It’s a private pool party just for mermaids. Most of us are former Drunken Mermaids, but we’ve got a few house moms that join us.”
“Really? You’d do that?”
“Sure, always happy to bring another mermaid into the shoal.” “That’s wonderful! What do I owe you?”
“Hmm, I’ll think about that. But membership is $50 in the club. Annual dues. So get your girl friend to pony up the cash when she comes. Cash or check.”
“Alright. I can do that.”
“Might bring yourself along too.”
“I’m not sure. Like I said, my tail is pretty revealing, and doesn’t react well to chlorine.”
“If you say so, but it’s just us girls. You haven’t got anything we haven’t seen a thousand times before. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some boobies to slap against the glass for a few bucks.” Mira chuckled and slid herself down into the water.
*** *** ***
If Darya expected Zoey’s response to be muted in response to the news, she wouldn’t be her teacher, she was wrong. The small blonde gamer chick all but bowled her over with a hug, enough that she actually dropped her controller and let herself die on the game.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Darya tried to extract herself. “Come on, I just found you a place to learn. It’s $50 for membership, and here’s the address. Look I’ll even tag along the first time to make sure you get to meet Mira and Nadine. They’re the other girls from the club. A couple of the other former girls are in this group too, along with some housewives from what Mira said, so you’ll be in good company. Now will you quit trying to squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? It’s starting to hurt.”
Zoey reluctantly let go and picked up her controller, happily bouncing in her seat as she returned to the game. Darya breathed a sigh of relief, maybe her secret was safe after all.
*** *** ***
The private pool wasn’t far, thankfully. Neither of them hard a car. Darya had said she was just going for moral support so she just trotted along while Zoey lugged a large duffle bag with her swimsuit and tail in it.
“I still think you should have brought your tail.”
“It’s too heavy, and besides it’s too risqué. You saw it.”
“But it’s all women here, right?” “Yeah, like some women aren’t into other women.”
“Oh pooh, I was hoping to see your tail again in the light. That club is dark and you just glow under those dim lights. Imagine if you were under the bright lights? You’d dazzle.”
“No thanks.” Daryla just shrugged.
*** *** ***
The address turned out to be an old country club that had seen better days. The build up of the city around it had resulted in the former owners moving to a new location, leaving this as a rentable facility as they slowly sold off the surrounding golf course lands. The mermaid club had taken to its large Olympic sized pool with pleasure and had been renting it monthly for years at a pretty reasonable rate.
Mira was there, already in her tail, splashing about. So were several other women. A few others were just working on getting their tails on at the edge of the pool. Nadine waved at Darya, but it was Mira that swam over.
“Hi there, you must be Darya’s friend, I’m Mira.”
Zoey just bounced, “I’m Zoey! Oh wow, your tail is so awesome! Can you really teach me to swim like you?”
“I can try. Give Nadine your money for the membership and then slip into your tail.” Mira pointed over to Nadine who was carrying her own tail and a small box.
“Got it!” Zoey dashed off.
“You sure you don’t want to join us in the water?”
“I’m sure, just here for moral support for Zoey.”
“You mean to get her off your case?” Mira gave a knowing smile.
“Well, that too.”
“Alright, I get it, sometimes you need some space. Personally, if I could be a mermaid all the time I would. I wish you’d join us; I’ve seen your act. You’re phenomenal.”
“Thanks, I’ll think about it.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop pestering you about it now. Enjoy watching, I just can’t believe you wouldn’t rather swim.” Mira flicked her tail and shot off toward the shallow steps on the other end of the poor where Zoey was pulling her tail up over her hips. Darya had to admit it, she’d rather be swimming. She always would rather be swimming, but she had a secret to keep and it would be much harder to keep if she joined the mermaid club. Besides, chlorine burned her gills. Wandering away from the edge of the pool she watched as the various women flicked fins, swam back and forth and showed off in various ways. Mira took to her word and was slowly helping Zoey get used to the heavy tail fin and keeping herself above water enough to breath.
After a while Darya wandered over out of a mix of curiosity and boredom to see what was going on.
Zoey bounced a bit in the shallow water as she came up, waving at her friend, “Look! I am doing it!” Said with all the enthusiasm of a child who just discovered a new thing.
Darya just smiled and watched her roommate take a few tentative pushes with her tail fluke to swim over to the wall. She surfaced just below Darya’s feet.
“Oh my god this is so freaking awesome!” She abruptly pushed upwards and wrapped her arms around Darya’s legs.
It was too much. On the slick tiles Darya felt her feet give way as the weight of her friend dragged her down. Her balance, never as sure on land, couldn’t compensate for the sudden pull and she began to topple. In mere moments there was a tremendous splash, and Darya felt herself engulfed by the cool pool water.
She panicked. She could stay human in a shower, but not fully immersed. She could feel the changes already. Struggling to free herself of Zoey she kicked away, ripping at her shorts, trying to get them off before it was too late. Her gill slits popped open, chlorinated water poured into her body burning as it rushed past the sensitive gills. Her shorts barely made it over her feet as they began to unfurl, her legs already starting to merge as fins began to pop. She could hear others in the water, swimming towards her. The echoes from above the surface of people yelling. Arms reached for her, even as her scales rippled down her tail. She felt herself hauled up to the surface.
Blinking twice to clear the chlorine from her darkened sea eyes she looked at the woman holding her above water on each side. Mouths were open in shock. Around her a sea of heads bobbed above the ripples in the pool. Nadine and Mira pushing their way forward.
For a few moments not a word was spoken. The silence carried as much weight as her secret now. At last Darya smiled sheepishly. “Um, hi, thanks, I’m okay, really.”
Arms released her even as the silence turned into a cacophony of babbling voices. At last Mira raised her voice over the din and silenced everyone as Darya slunk lower to keep her gills moist and avoid more of the stares. “Darya, correct me if I am wrong, but you weren’t wearing a tail when you went into the water.” Mira’s voice was soft, but carried well. There was very clearly an edge of near panic and equal measures of shock and curiosity.”
Darya’s shoulders shrugged in the water, what was there to say. She finally just opted for the cheeky response. “Surprise?”
“Are you a?” Mira let the sentence drop. It couldn’t be real. Even as she stared at the luminous creature before her, it couldn’t possibly be true that she’d had legs just a few minutes before where that long tail now swept back and forth.
Darya sighed, there was no escaping this. Not with a dozen women looking on. “Yeah, I’m a mermaid.”
“Oh, my freaking god, are you kidding me? You mean I’ve been living with an honest to god mermaid and I didn’t know?” Zoey’s voice babbled.
“Zoey, don’t make this weird.”
*** *** ***
“Are you coming?” Zoey called.
Darya slid on her coat in anticipation of the chill air. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Just don’t forget your tail.”
“I have it!” Came the response.
The weeks and months after the incident at the pool had turned into something totally unexpected. The women had been shocked, but after the initial shock Darya had found herself bombarded by questions and an outpouring of welcome from the group. They’d all agreed to hush everything up to keep her secret if she came and swam with them regularly. Darya had initially been reluctant about this, but she couldn’t have her secret becoming any more well known, so she had consented.
It had been the best decision she’d ever made. Even as they made their way back to the pool once more, she reflected on how what had started as a disaster had turned it to a dozen very good friends who now protected her secret and her with a fierceness that would make a shark turn tail. And all it took was being herself.
They entered the old clubhouse poor area once more. Curtains were pulled to hide the pool from prying eyes, not just for Darya, but now more than one of the women had chosen to forgo their tops to mirror Darya’s natural nakedness. Darya herself had no need for clothes in the water, not even swimwear, as her species didn’t really bother with modesty, though she found it comforting that her presence made the other women less concerned about their own. Zoey seemed especially pleased. She reveled in getting Darya as a roommate and friend, and though occasionally she went a bit overboard in the mermaid adoration, Darya was lucky to have her. She watched as the young woman blossomed into a fair swimmer in her tail, going from awkward to graceful in the water over the months. She gave Darya a quick hug as she went off to put her tail on in the shallows.
Darya on the other hand preferred to make a splashier entrance. She quickly pulled off her clothes, leaving herself naked on the pool. This elicited a few hoots from Nadine and Mira, and alerted the others to her arrival. Her tan skin and dark hair waved about her human form as she dove headlong into the pool with a satisfying splash.
She braced herself for her change, only to have eyes popped open as she felt her gills receive their first gulp of water. The burn of the chlorine was gone. Clear saltwater cascaded over her gills even as her tail began to begin its transformation. With a rush she breached from the water, her breasts bobbing and her hair whipping back. She laughed, her voice music that echoed across the room.
Mira swam over. “Surprise Darya. We all chipped in and convinced the owners that a saltwater pool would be a medicinal seller. They changed it last week.”
“Now it won’t hurt your gills so much!” Zoey chimed in.
Darya gave her a mock look of exasperation, “Zoey, don’t make this weird.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: Double Helix Ch. 02
Tags: non-human, oral, genetics, crapsack world
*Note: In case you haven't figured it out already, this story takes place at approximately the present, but in a different timeline from our own, one where computers and genetics took a very different development path. Enjoy!*
Sasha gave me my new ID on the Friday of my first week, along with the new clothes she had bought me. The Washington state drivers license stated that I was Mark Winston, age 25. The same name appeared on my new social security card and birth certificate. Sasha also handed me a new leather wallet, with a bank card inside. "I got the agency to agree to a small allowance that will be automatically deposited once a month," she told me. "I still suggest you not go out of the house on your own."
I didn't think that there was any danger of that. My trip out on Wednesday had been more stress than I wanted to experience again just yet. I wasn't sure how Sasha could stand it.
I saw that the terminal was free, so I logged in to check my bank account, entering the name and password that came with my card. There was four-hundred dollars in it, more than I expected, and that set my mind working. I needed to do some research first, though.
It was my day to do the laundry, so I gathered the cloth sacks from the rack by the stairs and brought them up. Sasha's washer and dryer were not quite commercial grade, but they were large and looked expensive. She had left instructions taped to the top of each machine for what settings to use and how much detergent. As I passed her office on my way back to the basement, she asked me to look in on the tomatoes and zucchini in the green house to see if some of them were ready to pick.
I was starting to think that Sasha had actually made a request with the agency to get me stationed here. There was an astonishing amount of work involved in running her household, and I got the impression that she was only easing me into my role as her assistant. I allowed myself a moment of indignation at the workload being thrust on me as I stripped for the shower at the greenhouse entrance. Wasn't I as much a refugee as any of the others? But no, that was hardly fair. With my responsibility came additional freedom. Wendy had likely not seen the outside of those four walls in the year-and-a-half she had been there.
At dinner, Tilly quietly joined us, sitting on the end next to Wendy. Nissi sat across from me. We didn't touch or even talk much during the meal, but just having her there, casting smoky glances across the table, electrified me. I almost missed something Stan had said. "Wait, what?"
"Yeah, it's all over the internet," Nock said. "Nothing on mainstream media yet, but they're probably waiting until the McCain administration gives them the go ahead to run the story. It was a rural safe house with over twenty genemods and a husband/wife running it. It looks like one of the mods went and turned himself in."
"That's awful," I said. "Did anyone get out of there?"
"Nope, looks like the feds found everyone. Damn it, what could make a person do something like that?"
"Believe me," Stansy said, "I've thought about it from time to time. I know they would revert my mod, but I'd do it in a heartbeat if I thought that it could get me my son back. As it is, the courts would probably never let me see him, let alone have custody, so it's a moot point."
"I'd never give up what I've got," Nock said. "Do you realize how much time you waste sleeping every day?"
"You never have to worry about getting sick, old or fat," Nissi added. "I love who and what I am."
"I plan to live forever, if that's possible," Stan said. "Things suck right now, but the world's going to get better, even if it takes a century."
I looked over at Tilly. She gazed at a spot three feet in front of her. Her mouth opened each time her spoon neared it. She chewed each bite exactly ten times before swallowing. I had counted several times to be sure. Was she even aware of the rest of us and what we were talking about?
"What about you?" I asked Wendy.
She smiled. "All of the benefits of immortality, but they stuck me in this pint-sized body. I actually don't mind it as much as you'd think. It's part of who I am and I'm not sure I'd like to be different. Though I've always wondered about sex."
"Oh God," Stansy said, putting her spoon down with a clatter. "I didn't need to hear that. My son's going to be fourteen soon. That's nightmare fuel."
"No, really," Wendy said. "The hormones aren't there, so I have no libido, and even if I did, well, my physiology just isn't developed for it. But most of the human race seems to think sex is pretty fun. Not to mention falling in love. People get uncomfortable at the mere suggestion that a stunty might want those things. I don't like feeling left out of the experience."
"I would think it wouldn't be too hard to get your body to age to adulthood," I said. "Couldn't you just take hormones?"
Wendy shook her head. "No, hormone treatments won't work. My body won't respond to estrogen like most women. It would have to be at the level of the cell nucleus to work, reprogramming cell receptors, though I'm sure it could be done with the right equipment. Not while we have the Ban, though. And if I turned myself in, they would just take away everything. There's a lot about me I don't want to give up. So I guess you're all safe from me."
When the others began to get up from the table, Nissi and I were still talking. I had just admitted to her that while I enjoyed music, I didn't have the knowledge to keep up the kinds of conversations she wanted to have, delving into theory and topics like how much rock had been influenced by gospel. That's when I discovered her other great love, movies. We both thought that Spielberg's craft had gone to shit when he quit making movies with Disney, but where she thought that Seth Michael was under appreciated, I agreed with the critics that everything he had turned out since Titanic had been special effects drivel.
"Okay, Cyberbots III was pretty bad," she agreed. "But I only think he did it because everyone thought he could revive the franchise after Verhoeven killed it."
"Couldn't be saved," I said. "But Leonid Minksy is a genius," I said.
"Why, because every single damn movie he directs has a twist ending you 'never saw coming'?" Her fingers made quote marks around the words. "That formula is going to wear out eventually. When it does, people will stop taking him seriously. It was already starting to wear pretty thin in 'Birthday Girl'."
"Three-hundred forty million at the box office says otherwise," I said.
"And he's a purist," Nissi added.
"No, he isn't."
"Yes, he totally is. Just look at Vector. Luddite, purist garbage. Rogue lab produces supervirus that threatens to wipe out everyone in the world? I wouldn't be surprised if the McCain administration funded that piece of crap. It just serves to reinforce the average person's fears about technology. Look at that TV show, Buffy. Who do you think the vampires and demons are really supposed to be?"
I sensed that she was becoming genuinely angry, that I had crossed a line that needed to be uncrossed, and I thought maybe she had a point. I decided to hedge. "Well, I never thought of it that way, I'll be honest. But he still makes good movies."
"Sorry, not going to agree with you."
We must have forgotten about Tilly, because we both turned in surprise when she spoke, even though her voice was barely audible. "Joss Whedon wrote the Buffy comics. Minsky just adapted them for TV. And it wasn't a metaphor, not like you're trying to say." She stood without saying another word, her bare feet slapping against concrete as she went back to her partition.
"Was that Tilly talking?" Nock said over his shoulder.
"Okay, so enigma girl agrees with you," Nissi said. "You're still wrong."
I decided that my best option was to change the subject. "So what do you think of Monty Python?"
"Overrated, unfunny nonsense," she said. I pretended to swoon, but then she smiled. "Just kidding. They were bloody brilliant. Too bad about Terry Gilliam, though. It just wasn't the same after he died."
By the time we were done, I realized that I felt a lot more comfortable around Nissi. I was starting to accept that she really did like me for who I was, that she did not regard me as her inferior or hold a grudge for the way her kind had been persecuted by normals. But when Nissi didn't offer me a good night kiss, I was afraid that our earlier conversation had offended her. Feeling a bit disheartened, I went to my partition and got ready for bed.
"Hey, can I come in?" a female voice whispered outside my curtain a short while later.
I jumped at the unexpected sound, then hurriedly rolled and wriggled myself under the covers, just in case she decided to let herself in anyway, before answering. "Sure."
The curtain moved aside and Nissi stepped in. "You always sleep in the nude?" she said with a grin, swaying towards me.
"I forgot to ask Sasha to get me some pajamas," I said sheepishly. "I'm used to being alone when I sleep."
She sat on the edge of the bed. "That's a shame. I was hoping you might like some company tonight."
I was beginning to see where this was going. "Do you always seduce men on the third date?" I said, echoing her earlier question.
"Only the cute ones," she said, brushing my lips with a finger. She grew more serious. "Norm, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just—my model has a pretty strong libido. You might not want to hear this, but last night, after that kiss, I had to get myself off twice before I could go to sleep. Long courtships just aren't my thing."
The thought of Nissi masturbating was too compelling an image to resist. Warmth began to pool in my groin and a flush crept up my neck. Also, I knew that the normal risks of spontaneous sex were just not there with a genemod. Anyone of second gen or later had immunity to most known diseases, and any unknown diseases would find Nissi's body to be a very hostile environment. Also, all gene models required an external hormone trigger for pregnancy, for both males and females. The lack of risk made it that much harder to think of a reason to refuse her. "Um, okay," I said.
She leaned over me and her hair draped around our faces like a curtain. "Okay? I would hope it's better than just 'okay'. You are about to have sex with an elf. Your inner geek should be drooling and gushing blood from his nose. Oh, I forgot. You're all geek, through and through. And yet, no drooling or gushing."
"Shut up," I said and pulled her gently down for a kiss. Her lips were soft and delicate, but her tongue pressed confidently against mine, stroking the tip playfully and diving deeper inside. She was definitely breathing harder when we finally broke apart, and so was I. My cock was already beginning to stiffen beneath the sheets.
"You have a certain way with words," Nissi said, "but I really like your follow-up." I sat up as she stood to unbutton her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Like most female elves, her breasts were not large, but made up for that in their exquisite shape. The same could be said for her hips, which looked prominent mostly in comparison to her very narrow waist. Taken together, it was a very alluring picture, further stoking my excitement. I reached out to run a hand up Nissi's back, then back down again to cup a firm buttock.
She sighed contentedly and leaned down for another kiss. My other hand found the soft flesh of her breast and I brushed a finger lightly over her erect nipple. She moaned into my mouth and pressed herself more insistently against me, giving me my cue. I pinched and kneaded her nipple, lightly and first, then as she moaned louder, with more force. I could feel the heat of the flush on her skin as she pressed closer. She pushed back the covers and her hand wrapped around my cock. "Oh, I think I found something," she teased. "I wonder what this thing is for?"
"I can show you what it's for if you like," I said, or, at least that's what I was going to say, before she began to stroke slowly up and down. I only got about the first two words out. The rest was lost in a groan. I reached for her and she edged her legs apart. My fingers slid over the smooth skin of her pussy and I parted her nether lips. She was wet, near to dripping, and I pressed up and into her. Her breath caught and she gave something between a whimper and a sigh.
"Mmm, that's good," she said, as I rolled my fingers around the firm patch inside and at the front of her pussy.
"Elves have a g-spot," I mused, and stroked my fingers back and forth along it.
"Mm-hm," she moaned in agreement. "The girls, anyway. Keep doing that." She turned her body a bit, so that she was halfway laying across me, and smoothly took my cock into her mouth.
The feel of her warm lips sliding down my length got another groan out of me. She slapped playfully at my hand, which had stopped its slow thrusting in and out of her. She alternated licking my cock and sucking me into her mouth with pumping her fingers slowly up and down its length, giving little twists that shot pleasure into my body.
"I need you inside me," Nissi said. She stood and sank onto her knees at the edge of the bed. One of her legs swung over to straddle me and my cock came to rest against the warm wetness of the lips of her pussy. She leaned over me to kiss me hungrily. Her body flexed so that she slid forward slightly. When she moved again I slipped inside her. I felt her breath warm in my mouth and she shuddered. "Oh, yes," she whispered.
I sighed in contentment. Nissi's tongue quested back into my mouth once more, and then her teeth caught my lower lip and pressed down, settling right at the edge of pleasure and pain before she released it. Slowly, she sank down, taking all of me inside her. Nissi was warm honey and velvet on my cock. When she hit bottom, she ground herself against me as if to trying to take more. She inhaled long and slow, moving up along my body, then let it out again in a muffled wail as she pressed back down. I felt a kind of fluttering pressure as she came to rest. Her cunt alternately gripped my cock and relaxed. "You like that?" she asked, her lips brushing my ear.
She rocked forward, then back again, a different stroke that sent new waves of pleasure cresting through me, following with more of those little squeezes. "I'm going to come soon if you keep doing that," I warned.
Nissi paused to give me another kiss before leaning back. I cupped a hand around each breast. She cooed as I moved my fingers across her nipples and rocked again. Her eyes closed. "More," she murmured. I lightly squeezed each nipple between a thumb and finger, rolling first one, and then the other. She began to fuck me in earnest once more, moving in long, slow strokes. The tension of my impending orgasm had retreated somewhat, but it quickly returned as she slid herself up and down the length of my cock, crying out softly with each stroke.
I gave a long moan, both in sheer pleasure and as a warning that I was nearly there, but Nissi never slowed. The tension coiled tighter, tighter, past the point of no return now, finally cresting in a release that drove the air from my lungs. Nissi slowed to a shallower and more languid pace as my orgasm played itself out. She was panting when she came to rest, leaned into me and pushed her hands beneath me so that she could wrap her arms around me. We lay together for a few minutes without speaking. "You have no idea," she said at last, her cheek pressed against mine, "how much I've missed the feeling of a man coming inside me."
"That was..." I started, but words couldn't match up. "I've never had a woman take control like that," I said. "I think I like it."
"I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun trying things you've never done," she whispered and kissed my cheek. "Speaking of which, when do you think you might be ready to go again?" She wiggled her hips as she said it, and my cock, which had begun to flag, pulsed and began to grow hard again inside her. "Uh oh, I think I woke it up again."
She began to move again, tentatively at first, testing that I was past the sensitive refractory period, but she soon began to increase her pace, giving little grunts each time my cock slid home all the way inside her.
"I want to fuck you now," I said.
She moaned at my comment, driving herself down on my cock hard one last time. She pulled her body free of me and pressed herself against the wall so that I had room to get out of the bed. Once I was clear, she lay on her back on top of the covers and I climbed atop her, my cock easily finding her pussy once more.
She gave a wail as I pressed into her in one stroke and she clutched at me, her fingers pressing hard enough into my arms to hurt. I growled and thrust in and out of her wildly. Her hands released their grip and fell to the sides as she cried out her pleasure. Her hips lifted in time to my thrusts, trying to drive me even deeper. Her eyes were closed, her body writhing as she moaned. I could feel, distantly, another orgasm rising within me, but I tried to put it out of my mind, focusing solely on Nissi and drinking in her every sound and movement.
Her voice, that rich and melodious singing voice that I had discovered just two days earlier, rose in pitch as her cries became louder and more ragged. I felt her body tense and she pulled a deep breath into her lungs. She cried out, a long, dissonant trill as her orgasm began. She gasped for air between moans as her body shook and her legs and arms flexed and straightened, like she was trying to climb out of herself. Finally, it passed, leaving her limp but panting.
I started to get up, but her arms went around me, pressing me hard against her. "Just stay." She said it between gasps. "I like. You lying. On me." I relented, letting her take my weight, and she gave a satisfied sigh.
"Do you think Nock heard?" I whispered. "You were pretty loud."
Nissi laughed. "I'd be surprised if Miss Gray didn't hear. And you were pretty loud yourself. But you know what I could really go for right now?" She rocked her hips suggestively. My cock had begun to go soft again, but it was still inside her.
"Let's save some for tomorrow," I said, laughing.
She laughed with me. "You know, you're going to have to learn to keep up with me if we're going to do this on a regular basis."
"I was wondering..." I said, trying to figure out how best to broach the subject. I climbed off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, comfortable in my nudity. The air was always a little too chilly down here, but I was still warm from our lovemaking. "The others are going to know what's going on with us if they didn't already, and, uh, I'm not sure how to ask you this..."
"You want to know if I have been with any of the others?" Nissi finished my thought. "I tried to hook up with Stan when I first got here, but he and Stansy were already kind of an item."
"What, really? I would never have guessed."
Nissi sat up and pivoted to swing her legs over the edge so that she could snuggle into my shoulder. "They keep it pretty toned down. I don't think they want us to know, so they're very quiet. I think he cares for her more than he lets on. That leaves Nock, who got here after I did, but he's got his girlfriend. He's completely devoted to her and wouldn't even consider it. It must be nice, having control over your own endocrine system. When I brought it up, he said he wasn't interested and that was that."
"So I was the only option left?"
"Aw, don't say it like that. I'm glad it was you. Nock's way too pragmatic. I like that you've got your head in the clouds a little bit. And you're smart. Good-looking too." I was glad that she didn't add "for a normal".
She stood and stepped in front of me, giving me a delicious view of her naked body before she drew on her night gown. Kneeling, she planted another kiss on my lips before drawing back. "Good night, lover," she said. She slipped away and back to her own bed without another word.
I was prepared for the jibes the next morning. Wendy was the first to broach the subject when I emerged for breakfast. "So, how was your night, Norm?" she asked innocently. The knowing smile on her face said it all.
"Oh, I had a good night, thank you," I said, equally innocent.
Nissi was already up and looking fantastic in her simple blouse and pants. Her hair, usually combed neatly and either up in a ponytail or spilling down her back, was in sexy disarray. I went over to give her a kiss good morning, which she accepted easily and without hesitation. It seemed pointless not to be open about our relationship.
I spent a few hours after breakfast researching videos and how-to guides and pricing. Once I had it all worked out, I went upstairs. I found Sasha having coffee and watching the Travel Channel with her mother in the living room. "Can we talk?" I said.
"Let's go to my office. I'll be right back, Mamka."
She closed the door and had a seat behind her desk. "Alright, what can I do for you, Norm?"
I unfolded the piece of paper I was carrying and held it flat on the desk. She looked over the list of items I had with prices in another column to the right. "Okay, what's this for?"
"That's a bathroom," I said. "There's enough lumber and drywall to enclose the toilet and shower, plus a door, all the tools I need, primer and paint. I've pre-measured everything. It will be six feet by twelve feet. I would like to replace the sink, but it's a bit out of my budget."
"What about the water? Won't you need tile in there around the shower?"
I was pleased to see that she didn't just shoot my idea down. I pointed to one of the line items. "Paperless drywall. It's water resistant. We'll want to keep the plastic curtain up in there for the time being to protect the walls from direct water, but I'd like to get tile up when we can. An exhaust fan would also be nice, but I need to look into how to duct it to the outside."
"I notice that your budget seems to run just shy of $400. That is not a coincidence."
"Right. I wanted to use what I have in my account to pay for it."
Sasha leaned back in her chair, frowning in contemplation. "Do you have experience with this sort of thing?"
I grinned and shrugged. "I have the internet and a little DIY experience. What more do you need?"
She laughed. "Alright, I'll agree to it, on one condition."
"Let's hear it."
"I want a new set of basement stairs. If I supply the materials, can you and the others make it happen?"
I nodded almost immediately. I'd never done anything like that, but there had to be instructional videos I could look at. In any case, the work would be a welcome break from the boredom. "I'll start learning about it as soon as we're done here."
Sasha took me shopping with her to the hardware store that afternoon, after borrowing a pickup from a friend. The garage door rolled down after we backed in, the bed loaded with lumber and drywall panels. I carried the first 8' x 4' drywall panel carefully to the basement and downstairs, remembering the advice from a video tutorial that advised it was very easy to dent or tear a panel if you bumped into an edge or corner. Sasha grabbed the hammer, nails and toolbelt, that last coming out of her own funds, and followed me down.
"What's all this?" Stansy asked as I carried the panel across the room.
"It's part of your new bathroom," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. I couldn't help feeling a little smug satisfaction.
"Oh, my God. Really?" Stansy said, at almost the same moment that Wendy said, "Norm, that's awesome!"
"We could use some help," Sasha said. "I'll need to keep watch on the house, though."
The three women and two men all followed us back up. While Sasha went to her office to monitor the CCTV cameras on her computer, the rest of us hurried to the garage. Stan was first to arrive behind me. After I had taken a panel off the top of the stack, he looked at it for a moment, then grabbed four of the remaining eight panels and followed behind me, bearing the nearly 300 lbs. of weight effortlessly.
I warned Stan to watch out for corners as we wended our way back through the house and down into the basement. Stansy carried the remaining four panels, while Nissi and Nock between them brought the lumber and remaining tools. Wendy was the only one besides me who possessed human normal strength, actually human ten-year-old strength, so she carried the buckets of paint and primer. Once everyone had set down their loads, I looked over the materials stacked near the wall in satisfaction. We had everything we needed.
"Okay," Stan said, "what do we do to get started?"
We worked on it all through the day. I would like to say that everything went flawlessly, but as none of us had any real construction experience, some mistakes were bound to be made. Still, we managed not to outright waste any of the materials, and had built and raised both walls of the enclosure's frame by the afternoon. After that, the drywall went up quickly. "Wow, are we almost done?" Wendy asked as the last panel was being hung.
"Not really," I said. "There's still a lot left to do."
Now we had to sand and joint the panels. Everyone took turns at this, even Wendy, who had complained about feeling useless during the construction process. It would take a few days of that before we could paint, though, so we went ahead and constructed the door frame and hung the door. I finished that task before dinner with Wendy and Nissi's help, making the new room completely functional.
I stood next to the shower to inspect our handiwork. My muscles were knotted and sore, but I was happy. The shower took up most of the width at the end of the room, but there was a bit of space next to the new wall, where we had used the waterproof drywall. The toilet was a short distance away against the concrete wall. Next to that was a partial wall, with the sink just beyond it. We had placed the door near the structure's corner on the short wall, opening inward.
"I really want a mirror," Wendy said, "here", she pointed above the sink, "and here," now at the opposite wall. "That one needs to be full-length. Better lighting would be nice, too." We had brought in a floor lamp and placed it across from the sink where the door wouldn't knock it over, which wasn't the safest or best-looking solution.
"Maybe we can get one next month."
"Towel racks," Nissi said, "here next to the shower. And it really would be nice to have proper tile and a shower door."
"We'll do that too, in time," I said. "And maybe an exhaust fan."
She turned and folded me into her arms. "Thank you for doing this for us," she said. The hug soon turned into a slow and sensual kiss.
Wendy cleared her throat. "If you can pull your tongue out of his throat for a moment, Galadriel..."
I released Nissi and Wendy threw her arms around me. She just came up to the center of my chest and I had to resist the urge to pat her head. "Norm, this means so much to us."
"Don't thank me yet," I said. "Miss Gray made me promise to rebuild the stairs as soon as we're done here. I think I'm going to need everyone's help."
Nissi and I moved out to give Stansy, Nock and Stan a chance to have a look. "I think Wendy intends to move in," Nissi said to them and we all laughed. It felt gratifying to have made a difference, even if it was just to bring some privacy and comfort to the lives of the people here.
Tilly didn't come out for dinner, so I again offered to take her food. While she ate, I told her about the trip I had taken to Alaska right after I got my bachelor's degree, but she didn't say anything back to me. I suppose it was naïve of me to think that I had made some kind of breakthrough with her, but her movie comment last night had given me hope that she might be trying to reconnect with the people around her.
As she held her plate out for me to take, I noticed a pair of scars on her wrist. I didn't say anything, and tried to keep my expression neutral, but she reacted anyway to my momentary shock. The plate dropped through my fingers to shatter on the floor. Tilly rolled over on her bed to face the wall. "Go," she said in her small voice.
I knelt to pick up the pieces of the plate that I could find. I had never seen her wear shoes or socks, and I was concerned that she would step on a piece I might have missed. Once I was sure I'd gotten them all, I retreated as quickly and quietly as I could.
I sought Wendy out to tell her what I had seen and we went to the stairwell to talk. "I noticed them too," she said. "Two cuts on each wrist. There was a woman who took care of Tilly before I got here, an Edie. You know, Eidetic? She said Tilly had them when she first got here. I've heard that if someone is in depression deep enough, they lose the will to even try to take their own life. I've often wondered if it's like that with her."
"Genemod physiology isn't supposed to work like that," I said. "It's all serotonin and dopamine levels. Those kinds of problems were screened out, even in your generation."
"Could she have been made this way?"
That possibility hadn't occurred to me. "Why would someone deliberately build a genemod to be depressed?" I asked.
Wendy threw back the logical response. "Why would anyone make me? What about Nissi's compulsion to write music?"
"It's not really the same," I said. "Human brains are programmed to take delight in children, so that's at least understandable. And Nissi has a creative drive, not a destructive one. Tilly's condition makes no sense. Maybe it was a mistake. Or something happened to her in development."
"I think the only way you're going to find out is to ask her and somehow get her to answer you. I gave up on that months ago. Now I just do what I can to keep her comfortable." There was a tone of admonishment in her words.
"I won't push her," I said. "I just want to help."
"I know that. And I know you have good intentions, but I worry that she's in a fragile state. You've seen how she eats. I'm afraid that one day she might just stop. I'm not telling you not to try. Just to be careful."
Wendy stood and offered me her hand. I took it, but did nothing to help lift myself. After a moment, she was leaning back, pulling for all she was worth, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "You ass," she said, and punched me in the shoulder.
"That was a mistake," I said in as menacing a voice as I could muster. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in to tickle her in a maneuver long perfected on my little sister.
"Ah! No!" she squeaked before dissolving into uncontrollable laughter. "Stop!" she protested again through a fit of giggling.
I let her go and she lay fell back against the stairs next to me, panting. "Oh, that was so not fair," she scolded, but then she giggled again and sighed. "I'll get you back, you just wait."
We went back out to join the others and I approached Stansy. "I was wondering if I could borrow one of your books," I said. "Anything you would recommend?"
She led me back to her partition. It looked much like mine, but with a few changes to the locations of the furniture. She also had a thick rug next to the bed and two paintings hung on the concrete wall.
"Are these originals?" I asked. One was an expressionist watercolor of horses grazing in a pasture under a purple sky. The other was an oil painting of a woman with dark hair and bright, intelligent eyes. She was looking off angle to the viewer. Her expression was hard, determined. The face was coolly beautiful. Both the woman and the background were rendered in intricate detail, with the brushstrokes serving to enhance the dimensionality of the scene.
"They are," Stansy said. "I painted them. That one was a portrait I did of my mother when I was eight. I painted dozens more growing up, but I stopped when I started law school." I noticed then the small white pieces of paper that had been taped over the glass right where artist's signatures would be. Stansy's real name was hidden behind those.
"So," Stansy said, opening the top drawer of her dresser, "do you want my recommendation or would you like to pick?"
"What would you suggest?"
"Well, I think it's always good to start with the classics." She showed me the cover of the paperback. The title was "Dreadnought" and the author was C.S. Forester. "It takes place onboard the HMS Dreadnought during the World War and seems to be pretty accurate. I'm kind of partial to naval warfare. I used to have all of Forester's books, but this was the only one I got to take with me when I fled.."
"Okay, I'll try that one," I said. After she handed me the book, I said, "Have you ever thought of taking up painting again?"
She shrugged. "It actually never occurred to me. Why?"
I shrugged. "It would give us something to put up on the walls, if nothing else. I'm no judge of art, but I like what I see here."
A smile touched her lips briefly. "Well, thanks for the compliment."
I took the book back to my sleeping space and returned to the main living area. Nissi was watching a movie with the others, seated on the rug with her back to the sofa. Wendy sat above her on the sofa, legs crossed and leaning her head on Stan's shoulder. I sat next to Nissi and she took my hand. It was an old movie, with Humphrey Bogart as the lead. I never found out what the title was and mostly stopped paying attention when Nissi snuggled up against me a few minutes later. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her back through the rest of the film, making her hum and sigh in appreciation. When, by chance, my fingers touched the pointed tip of one ear, she shuddered slightly.
I could tell that the close contact and stroking was getting her worked up. She put her hand on my leg in a gesture that was perfectly chaste at first, but soon it began to wander, creeping ever upward. My erection was straining at its confines before long, even though her touching never quite made it that far. "Did you want to stay for the end?" she whispered, and her fingers tapped the inside of my thigh just inches from my cock.
"Hell no," I whispered back. It looked like a good film, but I had far more pressing matters on my mind.
Nissi stood, stretched and walked nonchalantly towards the sleeping area, throwing a "good night, guys" over her shoulder. I waited a few moments and made myself yawn. "I think I'm done for the night," I said.
"Have fun," Wendy said, and then yawned herself.
Shaking my head in amusement, I made a stop at the bathroom. The door was closed so I knocked. "Wait," Tilly said from the other side of the door.
I leaned against the concrete wall a few steps away and waited. The sink ran for a few seconds and Tilly emerged. She looked at me, but her eyes didn't quite meet mine. "You built this?" she asked.
I nodded. "Everyone helped, though. You like it?"
She turned to look through the open door, then back at me. Her lip trembled slightly and she blinked several times. Finally, she nodded. Her eyes settled on the floor and she walked past me and back to her partition.
I used the bathroom and washed up, thinking as I did that we needed to get some kind of storage cabinet in here so that everyone could keep some personal hygiene items on hand.
Nissi was already waiting for me when I slipped past my curtain. She had pulled back the covers on the bed and lay there naked. Her fingers teased her pussy in slow circles. "There you are," she said. "I had to get started without you." My arousal, already at a low burn, flared to life at the lascivious vision before me. Nissi never paused in her self-ministrations.
"I wonder if Tolkien ever imagined such a thing," I said, as I unbuckled my belt.
"Probably," Nissi said. "Men are barbarous pigs who only think about one thing. Now hurry up and get your pants off before I rip them to shreds."
I did undress faster, but not for the threat to my clothing. Naked, I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She returned it eagerly, biting my lip, though not hard enough to hurt. "I want your cock, not your tongue," she said.
I was only too happy to agree. I knelt at the edge of the bed and she took me in her mouth without hesitation. I sighed as pleasure radiated out into the rest of my body. Her moan of delight was muffled, which turned me on even more. When she released me a moment later, I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding.
"Fuck my mouth," she breathed.
I had never have a woman ask for that before, and it took me a moment to realize what she wanted. I grasped her by the hair at the nape of her neck and pressed my cock to her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth to let me inside and I began to thrust slowly back and forth. She moaned again and her fingers moved more urgently over her clit. I maintained that languid pace for a time until she grabbed the base of my cock long enough to gasp a single word, "Harder."
I responded by gripping her hair more tightly and ramming my cock into her. I had been concerned at first that she might gag, but whether through experience or some feature of her anatomy, she took the length of it easily. I knew though, that if I continued at this pace much longer, I was going to come, and this time I wanted to make sure that Nissi was taken care of first.
"Stay right there," I told her. I swung my leg over to straddle her head and lowered myself so that I was parallel to her body. She guided my cock back into her mouth and my tongue sought the warm, wet cleft between her legs. It felt a bit awkward at first, but quickly found my rhythm, plunging my cock deeply into her mouth as I licked and sucked the lips of her pussy. This new sensation distracted her enough that I was able to moderate the pace of my fucking and allow my arousal to recede somewhat while hers soared.
In no time at all, her body stiffened and I heard the muffled sound of her moaning in ecstasy. I slowed my pace just enough to hold her at the edge a few moments longer, so that when her climax finally came, it was that much stronger. I stopped my movement to let her ride out the waves of pleasure wracking her body.
As her orgasm began to fade, Nissi sucked fiercely at my cock once more. I let her suck it for a time, and she made a disappointed sound when I climbed off. "Do you mind...I mean, do you like to do it from behind?" I asked.
She casually flipped herself over, putting her petite bottom up in the air and settling her chest against the bed. "I do like me some doggy style," she said, and wiggled her hips in invitation.
Now how could I resist that? I climbed up behind her, pausing a moment to kiss the flawless, satiny smooth skin of her ass before I maneuvered in close. It took me a moment to get the positioning right, but no sooner had the head of my cock found the warm, soft lips of her pussy than she pushed back, letting her breath out all at once in a soft cry when it went deep inside her.
"That feels fantastic," I said and rocked very slightly as she pushed back against me. I had never been with a woman so sexually open before. I felt freed from the usual anxieties of being with a new partner. It felt like nothing was out of bounds, like she and I could do anything together.
"You should feel it from my end," she said.
I grabbed hold of Nissi's hips and began to ride her. She responded by moving along with me, my opposite but perfectly in sync. I tried to go slow, to draw things out, but very soon, the front of my legs and my waist were slapping hard against her ass and the backs of her thighs, and she was wailing in pleasure and matching the force of my strokes with her own. My orgasm built with surprising slowness but I knew it would not be much longer. "I'm going to come soon," I said.
Nissi responded by thrusting a hand under her body and between her legs. I could feel her fingers fluttering over her clit each time my cock sank into her, and her wails grew even louder and more urgent. My orgasm broke over me in a wave, shooting up my thighs and spreading up my back. I continued to thrust into Nissi as electric heat coursed down the length of my cock, and before my own orgasm had waned, Nissi came as well. Her legs shook as her pussy fluttered and pulsed around me. I slowed, but did not stop until the raw ache of post-orgasm forced me to. Nissi was still moaning and shaking, and when I withdrew from her, her legs slid out straight. She melted, gasping, into the bed, completely spent.
I lay on my side next her her, an arm across her back and cupping one cheek of her ass, completely satisfied and at ease. Our breathing gradually slowed and Nissi came back from wherever it was she had gone. Her hair had fallen across her face and she brushed it back with a laugh. "That was amazing," she said. "Better than last time."
"I liked it too," I said and kissed her cheek. "I'm glad I have you."
"I think--" Nissi began and stopped. She breathed in and out and spoke again. "I think maybe I could fall in love with you."
I felt a knot of worry form in the pit of my stomach. The words both excited and terrified me. I didn't know what to say, so I just stroked her bare skin and kissed her shoulder. Nissi took another breath. When she spoke, she sounded distressed. "I mean, I know that the agency could send either one of us away at any time and we'd never see each other again, but if, somehow, we could make this work..."
"Shh," I said. "Let's not think about that yet. Let's just enjoy what we have, okay? Take it one day at a time."
"Yes, of course," she said. "You're right."
Had I felt her stiffen slightly at my words? I sensed that I had said the wrong thing, or at least, not the right thing, but that was how I felt. Thinking about the future filled me with dread and uncertainty. I had to live for the present.
"I'd better get back to my room," Nissi said, and disentangled herself from me.
I watched her get dressed, neither of us saying anything for a time. "Nissi, did I say something--"
"Forget it," she said. "I meant what I said. You're right. I want something that I can't have. That doesn't mean I can just stop wanting it. Let's just pretend I never said anything, okay?"
I climbed into bed and lay back, feeling by turns confused, ashamed, and aggravated. "So what does she want?" I asked out loud.
"She doesn't want to be alone."
I sat up in bed, casting about for the source of the sound. I realized that it had been Tilly who had spoken. "What are you," I asked, unable to control my irritation, "the fucking oracle of Delphi?" I immediately regretted my words. "God, I'm sorry, Tilly, that was wrong of me. I, uh, I appreciate the advice."
She didn't speak to me again and I mentally kicked myself. I had been feeling so proud of myself earlier, and now I had to go and make an ass of myself to two different women in the span of a few minutes. Sighing, I picked up "Dreadnought" and began to read, knowing it would be awhile before I could start to think about sleep. | literotica |
Title: Ch 2 - Battle, Aftermath, Love Blossoms by Polar Bare
Tags: Bathing, Character Development, Fox, Generation Gap, Love, Lynx, Military, Plot Development
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¤º°'°º¤Ø,¸,ؤº°'°º¤ Battle, Aftermath, Love Blossoms ¤º°'°º¤Ø,¸,ؤº°'°º¤ First Week, Summer 1, Year 1580
Groaning, Isaac gazed in the mirror. His face should have been nice and round, like any normal lynx. He snorted - instead he was beginning to look like a siamese cat. He'd lost so much weight he was getting gaunt.
What was he going to do about this, about his ever-growing desire for Samuel? How was he going to get his good sense back?
He'd been visiting Samuel almost every day, taking him to meals and entertainment sometimes, sometimes just going for a walk or fooling around in a park.
Well, whatever he was going to do, he would have to do it next week. Right now, he had to report for his bi-monthly week of active service with the Border Guard.
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A well-built mature lynx strode up to the taller cougar who was standing by the boarding ladder of a zeppelin airship. The lynx was in Naval uniform: grey canvas-like breeks with a half-dozen buttoned pockets, tight-fitting long grey tunic (which showed off his muscular chest and arms well) buttoned up the side, white leather belt with pistol-holster and saber-scabbard dangling, black shiny leather boots, and a soft light-blue cap with a pin representing a pair of golden gullwings on the front.
He briskly walked straight up to the cougar (who was dressed identically, save for his cap being dark-blue and bearing a pair of golden gullwings with a star centered on them instead) and came to the position of Attention. "Senior Pilot Lieutenant Isaac Tufts reporting for duty, Commander Sage," he said in a heavily-dignified, solemn voice, smartly clapping his right paw to his chest in salute.
"Very good, Shags. Don't know what we would do with the old girl without your, um, masterful steering," grinned the cougar.
"Oh, doubtless end up either on the wrong border or skewered on a tree. Remember, I've seen your shaved attempts at trying to drive."
"Hmph. Smart-rump."
"Ser yes ser - very smart - and the best pilot of the best airship in the best Navy in the world. Serving under an adequate commanding officer ..." Isaac ducked as Commander Sage took a half-hearted swing at him. "Now, boss, you know what happened the last time you tried to hit me," he chided his long-time friend and superior officer.
"Only because you pulled a trick on me - you should have been on your butt on the mat instead of me."
"Well, y'know, after thirty, bodies start to wear out and slow down. Older furrs shouldn't be entering physical combat matches; they're better off doing something like playing chess."
"Alright, alright, enough shite, Shags. Here's the patrolling order for this run." The Commander waved over the others of the airship's crew. Everyone huddled around the plotting board as he showed them the route, waystations and particular points of interest assigned to the Council Air Ship Broken Claw.
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Her motors purring comfortingly like a huge cat, the CAS Broken Claw lifted off and soared to its cruising altitude, then floated off on its way. After less than two days, the airship reached its southernmost waystation and commenced gliding along the border. Three very boring days passed ...
"I hate this," Tufts announced.
Commander Sage turned toward him. "Anything in particular you hate, Lieutenant?"
"I hate trying to see where I'm steering us to when we're in the middle of one of the thickest cloudbanks I can remember," groused the pilot as he strained to peer out the forward window.
"Well, since we don't have some magical gadget to let us see better than with our eyes, you'll just have to carry on. That's what we have lookouts for. Please try not to run into any of those 'granite clouds', Shags."
The lynx just snorted and laid his tufted ears back flat at the very suggestion.
"Engines are working perfectly, Commander Sage," reported Chief Engineer Slytherington, an alligator in the same sort of uniform as the two other officers, but with so many layers of woolen underwear, woolen shirts and woolen sweaters bundling him up under the uniform that Commander Sage once suggested it would be easier - and friendlier - to just stuff an entire sheep inside his clothing. It was cold duty in an airship - those Sailors from the cold-blooded species who volunteered for it were well-thought-of.
"Hope so. We're liable to see some action this trip, and it would be a pity if we had to just hang there to give those damned Southerners target practice."
"Never happen. We're too good. And they are just a pack of crawlers and squawkers."
Commander Sage blinked rapidly. "Um. In case you haven't noticed, Chief Slytherington ... you are a lizard, too."
"Yeah, but I am a Northern lizard - born and raised in the Great Divide Range," the Chief Engineer grinned. "Them? Shaving flatlanders. They only have anything better than donkeys because the Island Confederation keeps them supplied with modern equipment. That they break," he snorted, flicking his tongue out to its maximum length.
A sudden scream came from the Port Lookout as he crumpled at his post.
"That could be - WHATTHEYIFFWASTHAT?!" The sound of bullets ringing off the gondola armor was loud enough to hurt their ears.
"We been drygulched!"
"Yeah - glad now we added that new armor you bitched about? No matter what it weighs?"
Chief Engineer Slytherington didn't even try to answer - he was diving for the ladder from the Bridge, getting back to the engineroom where his battlestation was.
"Pilot Tufts! Get me some altitude!"
"Aye-aye, ser. Already rising, Commander. Look - there they are."
The enemy airship was sweeping toward the Broken Claw at maximum speed, the DALA gunners firing madly, attempting to take the most advantage of their surprising the CAS airship. The two airships went into a slow dance, each attempting to get the best firing angle on the other while keeping their own airscrews shielded by the gondolas. There was no way for an airship to do anything quickly.
Since it was impossible to do both perfectly, both Bridge crews had to frequently wince as slugs zinged in. There came another scream of pain as the CAS Port Wing Gunner took a heavy-caliber rifle bullet through his chest. He dropped and lay unmoving as his blood made winding trails across the deck in response to the constantly changing speed and angle of the Broken Claw.
This maneuvering went on for two hours, with each crew doing its best to sharpshoot the Bridge windows of the enemy or to damage the enemy's airscrew enough to disable the other airship. It was like nothing so much as a slow, three-dimensional dance between two buffalo - there were only so many maneuvers an airship could use against another airship. Pilots called it "the dance of death."
Finally, the Southerner broke off and fled south. The Broken Claw couldn't follow, as they had no doubt that the Desert Alliance of Lizards and Avians had plenty of anti-air weapons just south of the border. It would delight them to be able to bring down a Northern airship and claim an "invasion." This was nothing new to the CAS crew - it was the usual pattern. Whenever a Council airship managed to knock a DALA airship to the ground, the Southern crew all suicided. Analysts couldn't decide if it was because they had been thoroughly terrified of what Council interrogators would do to them, or if they were more afraid of what the Alliance would somehow do to them if they didn't.
The DALA airship crews (always all-avian) always seemed very poorly-uniformed to the CAS crews. However, their fighting equipment was right up-to-date and efficient. Of course, none of that was made in DALA, it all came from the Island Hegemony off the southeast corner of the continent.
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Upon the airship's return to its base, the crew assembled in two lines on the ground at the base of the main ladder from the gondola. Commander Sage had signaled the loss of the two crewfurrs to the ground during the landing approach. They came to Attention and saluted as the bodies of their two dead crewmates were carried down and over to the waiting morgue wagons. There was total silence in respect for the lost Sailors. Even the wagondrivers were hushed.
After that, as per routine, everyone had to immediately go see the debriefing officer. This occupied them for about three hours, then they were turned loose to clean up. The debriefing Intel officer, a pantheress Commander, said, "It's a shame we lost Gunner Sanders and Airfurr Grace back to the All. On the other paw, I'm delighted that we had no other serious injuries, just assorted bruises and a few small cuts. However, the Broken Claw definitely needs to be repaired by the base. That's going to take some time, so ... you Regulars all have forty-eight hours off. Go do something debauched. You Reserves are excused from the rest of the week's duty ... IF you have your paperwork all caught up."
Chief Engineer Slytherington snorted and snapped his jaws, an impressive sight when a five-foot-tall gator does it. Several of the smaller furrs took an involuntary step backward away from him. Everyone knew he was a respectable being, but there were stories about when furrs picked fights with him in bars ...
"Oh yes. Sure. Right. Leave the Claw to the gentle ministrations of those, those groundlings! Not until Cactus City freezes over. Not their hides on the line. Anyone wants me, I 'll be at the shops."
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As Isaac stepped out of the headquarters building into a gloriously-sunny Summer late afternoon, he was almost knocked off his feet by a flying red missile.
"Oh All, oh All, Isaac! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you ... Did they ..."
"Whoa, whoa - hey, Samuel, what's all the fuss? Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"
He was enveloped by a sobbing young tod. Samuel had his legs and tail wrapped tightly around Isaac's legs, his arms clenched around Isaac's torso, his face buried against Isaac's chest.
"I - I called to ask about next Onedy and they said that ... and I thought you might have been killed and they wouldn't tell me anything and there wasn't anything in the news and then they wouldn't tell me and I thought you were killed and when I got here I saw the wagons and I thought ..." The tod was weeping bitterly, his tears pouring out, soaking Isaac's blouse. He was shaking so hard, Isaac did not dare pry him loose - Samuel probably would have immediately collapsed.
"Hey, hey, Samuel. I'm fine. Honest I am. The crawlers didn't even come close." With great difficulty, he took three steps back to a concrete bench by the walkway. Carefully sitting down, he put his paws under Samuel's rump and lifted him into his lap. It brushed through his mind how much nicer it would be to do that if they were both naked. Instead, Samuel was wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt with "Go Navy" printed on it.
The tod's face was squinched up, his eyes still watering, his ears so flat against his skull that they almost disappeared into his headfur. His tail tucked completely up between his legs, covering his belly up to his chest.
"I was so scared you were ... were killed," the young tod wailed. His face plastered against Isaac's chest again. He sobbed as though his heart was broken.
"Why, Sam, you care that much?" Isaac marveled - no-one since his mother and father died had been so concerned about him.
"Well, yes! I don't have anyone else! No-one will even talk to me at school - a lot of them think it was somehow my fault Dad was executed and the others just don't care about knowing me," the tod blubbered. "You're - you're my only friend, and I couldn't stand it if I lost you."
"Here, wipe your eyes and blow your nose," Isaac said, pulling his kerchief out and pressing it to Samuel's muzzle. [By the All,] Isaac thought, [how do I deserve this?] "Come on, Samuel, loosen up and relax. I'm fine. Honest. Not a scratch on this cat. As soon as you can walk, we'll go have dinner. I have forty-eight hours extra free time. We can go to a show or something."
After Samuel gathered his wits, they walked to the public transit station. On the way to his apartment, he said, "I have to change clothes before we do anything. I've been in this same outfit all week and it's getting ripe."
Samuel shyly tilted his head up. "I - I think it smells nice. It smells like you."
"Heh. Well, yes, it certainly does. A lot of me. A lot of well-aged me. And you did try to push your muzzle clear through it. I think you may have dented my ribs," Isaac joked. He immediately regretted that, as shock and fear flared in Samuel's face.
"No! I didn't, did I? I'm sorry I'm sorry ..."
"No, no, relax - just a joke. But I really do want to peel these off and take a nice hot bath. Can you wait that long before we eat?"
"Oh sure."
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Isaac's apartment was nothing fancy - just a place for a bachelor to keep his uniforms, his formal court-suits and his casual clothing. He didn't even have a couch, just three small armchairs in the main room. He'd covered the walls with framed photographs and pencil sketches of his now-deceased parents and of scenery he'd admired on his various trips for the Navy. His bed took up almost all the floor space in the bedroom. The kitchen was just barely big enough for a stove, sink and icebox. He did have a nice big bathtub, though - he'd never liked showers.
He lowered himself into the hot sudsy water with a sigh. Despite what he told Samuel, he'd collected a few good bruises and strained muscles during the battle. Piloting an airship required maximum use of both arms and legs on the wheel, control levers and pedals. The linkages were all mechanical - no-one had come up with a reliable electrical control-system yet, and hydraulic lines were too vulnerable to damage.
Stretching out to his full length of five-feet eight-inches (not including his ears), he sank into the soothing water until only his face and tufted ears were out. Closing his eyes, he just let himself float, feeling the nearly-scalding hot water soaking all the way into his fell. He let out a long drawn-out sigh of weariness.
Suddenly, he started counting paws. [Okay, left paw is here ... right paw is here ... then what ...?] Opening his eyes, he found Samuel leaning over him, gently rubbing Isaac's chestfur with a sponge.
"Wha-"
"Well, I did thump you, so I thought I should try to make you feel better," mumbled Samuel, blushing but not withdrawing his paw.
"But ..."
"Please, Isaac, let me. I've wanted to do something for you for ever so long."
Samuel's ears weren't perked up as usual - instead they were sticking out horizontally like little black wings. Isaac noticed Samuel's lips at the corners of his muzzle were pulled up, exposing a bit of his back fangs. [He's serious! He really does want to try to please me.]
Tufts lay back and relaxed as the tod's strong fingers scrubbed hard at his matted, filthy fur. He almost fell asleep in the comforting hot water, but Samuel poked at him, making him roll over to where Samuel could scrub his backfur too. All good things must end though, so eventually Isaac climbed out of the tub to dry off. As he worked the rough towels over his body, he thought he noted Samuel paying surreptitious attention to what he saw. [Hmm ...]
Once he had the bulk of the water out of his fur, he stepped into the furdryer cabinet and turned the hot-air fans on. When he came out, Samuel snickered.
"What?" inquired Isaac, one eyebrow raising.
"You, um, you ... well, you look like a tumbleweed!"
"Never seen a dried cat before?"
"No, never."
The lynx tried to maintain his dignity as the young tod attempted to swallow his chittering laughter.
"Harrumph. Impudent pup." When Samuel turned to open the bathroom door so they could leave, Isaac snapped his rump with one of the wet towels. Then he strode on into the bedroom, ignoring the outraged yelp.
"It has been a disgustingly long week. I need to sleep on through until tomorrow morning. Do you think you can control your undignified noises until then?"
"Is - is it really alright if I stay here?"
"You did tell them at the Orphans' Hostel that you were coming to see me, didn't you?"
"Yesser."
"Then they won't worry. I'm too tired to eat. Are you tired enough to crash, too?"
"Oh yes, Isaac." The tod's eyes were big at the thought of actually getting to stay at Isaac's home; he thought Isaac was the most wonderful furr who ever lived.
They flopped onto the big bed. The lynx gave a yawn that seemed to start somewhere down around his toes. That set the tod off, and he yawned uncontrollably too. The emotional stress he'd been under when he thought his hero had been killed had drained him and left him exhausted. They fluffed pillows, pulled blankets over themselves, and were both asleep within minutes.
In their sleep, the two furrs gradually moved closer and closer until they were snuggled together. Their dreams that night were happy ones, filled with memories of contentment. | FSE |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, transformation
Text: "This is such bullshit."Tia was the very definition of "statuesque," standing just over six feet and fantastically fit. Though as head of the college cheerleading team she would have to be, as well as a competent and firm, yet compassionate leader. At the moment her firmness was coming to the fore."Tia," one of the other cheerleaders said, "we drew straws. You lost."Worth mentioning is that the cheer team consistently maintained a minimum 3.0 GPA average, and Tia in particular had a 3.8 and built working Stirling engines in her spare time. So spare me your outrage, please."What's even the point of parades?" Tia retorted, folding her arms defiantly across her chest. "It's a bunch of people walking in front of other people when nobody even wants to be there.""True," another said, "but we've done it for the past thirty-three years and the Dean isn't about to stop now... and, you -did- lose."Tia scowled, hoping that by being imposing and defiant she could somehow bend reality to get her out of the situation she was in. She failed. "Fine," she sighed, uncrossing her arms. "Let's get this over with."One approached her with a large aerosol can, pulling off the plastic top before spraying her down. The substance was thick and clammy, soaking into her outfit and coating her skin. Tia grimaced as her clothes stuck to her, layers of the spray building up. "I hope this is worth-" She stopped, sputtering and blinking as the other cheerleader brought the can up to head level, covering her face and hair before stepping away. "Was that really necessary?!"She checked the can. "It says to cover everything so... yes. Make sure you keep your arms and legs spread."Tia did as she was told, shifting her stance and keeping her arms away from her sides. The clamminess faded, replaced by an unpleasant stickiness; she wiggled her fingers and toes to keep them from attaching to one another but that only seemed to make it worse. Rolling her shoulders, she noted a gradual stiffness in her body that spread to her limbs, making them harder to move. With no small amount of effort she managed to turn her head briefly, looking down at one arm to see the details and blemishes on her fading away as it took on a uniform color with an unnatural hue and sheen - not her skin tone, but a rubbery facsimile of it. Her fingers stuck together and, somehow, she felt her clothing no longer touching her skin. She tried moving a part of her body, any part, and none of it responded; she couldn't even blink, and any hopes of speaking disappeared when the corners of her mouth turned up in a wide grin and stuck that way. There was a quiet series of squeaks and creaks, and she was suddenly overcome by a bout of light-headedness, feeling her body very slowly tip backwards before someone effortlessly caught her.What she could only assume, others could plainly see: Tia was now a balloon, her cheerleading uniform printed on her rubbery body just as surely as her cheerful expression. Much to her dismay.As Tia contemplated the choices which lead her to this point, the others set about securing ropes around her ankles and wrists, ensuring that the loops could slide freely. She wondered what for, up until someone rolled a large tank of helium into view.Oh no, she thought. No, no, no no no...One of them uncoiled the hose, turning the knob on the tank a few times before giving the nozzle a tap, being rewarded with a burst of gas. She plugged it into Tia's navel, and Tia heard a hissing resonating inside of her as every part of her body began to stretch, her line of sight rising higher. The others watched her with a mixture of emotions as she grew to double her normal height, then turned their heads skyward as she felt her feet leave the ground.I'm floating? This is kind of nice, I- no, I shouldn't be... what was I thinking about, again?The cheerleaders took hold of the ropes as she ascended, pulling her into a face-down position overhead as the hose still piped gas into her. Every part of Tia swelled with helium, round and full but still human in shape even as she increasingly dwarfed them in size.So much gas, but more is coming in. So big. So... floaty.One of them looked up at Tia before turning to another. "How much bigger does she need to be?"The second checked the back of the aerosol can. "It says the average person takes an entire tank, so we'll let it drain before we walk her to the parade site."Parade? Parade sounds fun. Don't know what it is, but sounds fun.A gentle breeze buffeted her body, limbs swaying as she reached her full inflated size, longer than two cars put together. Her fit figure had been reduced to a series of bulging curves, her smile a foot wide. Her thoughts circled in a mantra - "fun, floating, floating, fun" - as the last of the helium filled her; the tank emptied and they trailed off, and were then no more.A cheerleader gave the hose a tug, freeing the nozzle from Tia's navel. Looking up at her she asked, "you think she's mad with us?"Another shrugged. "She -did- lose, and if she's worried about being embarrassed I don't think anyone is going to make the connection." She waved. "Come on, this stupid tradition isn't going to do itself." | bodyinflation |
Costume After Effects John heard the soft clop behind him. He tried to ignore it for a moment or two, but he could feel her eyes on him. Grabbing a piece of toast, he angrily smeared butter on it. “I’m still mad at you.”
Wendy didn’t answer for a moment. “I know.”
The room fell silent again, except for the scratch of the knife on the toast as John spread jam over the slightly burnt sourdough. “It’s not fair.”
“I never said it was fair.” Wendy’s voice carried a soft level of rebuke, but at the same time he could hear the sadness in it.
John knew she hadn’t meant to do this; it had just been a lark and he’d agreed to it. He shifted, his own hooves clopping slightly on the hard tiles of the floor. The hooves were bad enough, but they weren’t what upset him. “I can’t believe you talked me into that costume.” His tail swished.
“Look, I said I was sorry, it just seemed like a great way to win the contest.” She shifted away from the wall, her hooves echoing in the small kitchen as she moved towards him. Reaching out she wrapped her arms around him, her hands clasping gently around his waist.
John set down the toast and ran his hands over her arms. It was hard to stay mad. But he was. The costume had been a brilliantly made centaur costume. She’d insisted it’d be better if she were the front. Of course, it gave her a chance to show of her great tits, but she also argued she didn’t want her face stuffed in there if he let loose a fart. He'd been just as adamant about not wanting to have his head pressed into the crack of her ass all evening, but she’d just persevered and of course she won. Into the back end he’d gone. No one had told him the suit was magic. No one had bothered to warn him as his body had melded into hers. And certainly no one had said that he’d end up coming out of the suit a new gender. He could feel it down below. It was strange, not really the emptiness he’d expected, but different, most definitely so. He’d been furious when he’d woken up, their bodies unfused and his memory nearly non-existent.
Wendy was gently rocking back and forth trying to console him. She’d apologized. She hadn’t realized that the magic would change his cock and balls out for a vulva. Certainly not a horse one. Not that it mattered when she was half horse herself. When they’d unmerged, both each had retained a lot of that equine shape. Her from the waist down, though she lacked the tail. But even now her body was slowly shifting back fully. Only her calves and feet still retained their magical shape.
John had not been so lucky. He’d awoken to find he had a pair of small teats nestled above a very inhuman slit that dripped with desire. His tail and hooves, well he could have dealt with that. But finding his morning wood missing had just sent him into a panic.
Five hours later and the fur was slowly receding from his hips, but all his vulva had done was take on a slightly more human shape. His teats had shrunk a bit too, but they weren’t gone yet. There was no sign of his cock. Worse, he was horny.
“Talk to me. Please?” Wendy whispered in his ear.
“I’m just having a hard time with this, okay. I didn’t expect to wake up with new equipment. I don’t even know how the party went.” John tried to remain angry, but his body was responding to her touch. There was a sense of his nearly human pussy still being slightly horse-like. It spasmed, opening and closing on its own, begging for something to fill it. “It was fun. We didn’t win though.” She let her mind drift to the night before. It’d been wild. To be honest, it’d gotten much wilder than she’d ever imagined it would have. She hadn’t expected the magic to turn her into a fully functioning centaur. The surprise came when she’d lifted her tail for an inspection by a curious guest and they’d promptly stuck their fingers into her dripping horse cunt. She’d almost lost it right there. She wasn’t sure how to let John know that she’d ended up having sex with several people who wanted the experience. She’d loved every minute of it, but clearly John couldn’t remember how good it had felt. She wasn’t sure she could tell him given how he’d responded when they awoke this morning.
John gave an incredulous look that Wendy could see mirrored in the shiny surface of the toaster. “So I got a sex change for nothing?”
“Well, not for nothing, I mean we did place. We got a nice gift card. It just wasn’t the cash.” Wendy tried to bury her face into his shoulders, hoping he’d forgive if he ever found out.
“Oh, so I got a sex change so you could go to Williams-Sonoma?” There was a biting tinge to his voice on that. He was still upset. He gently pulled free of her embrace and grabbed his plate to go sit down for breakfast.
She watched him. His hooves clopping on the floor, his tail swishing, revealing his slightly plump ass. She could just make out the swell of his vulva under the curve of his ass as he bent forward to set things on the table.
“What?” He said as he turned to look at her.
“It’s cute.”
His face screwed up with confusion. “What’s cute?” “Watching you walk like that.” Wendy eyed him as he attempted to sit, having trouble with the tail that wouldn’t quite cooperate.
“I don’t feel cute.”
Wendy groped for words, trying to figure out how to ask for what she wanted when he clearly didn’t want anything to do with his new features. “I’m sure it will change back.”
Crunch. John bit into his toast and chewed. “What if it doesn’t?”
Wendy shrugged. “We make the best of it?”
“We? Pretty sure this is on me.” John took another bite, chewing slowly while he stared out the window.
“I mean,” Wendy stammered a moment, “there are, um, things that we’ve talked about, and well…”
John’s eyebrow cocked up, “Wait, what?”
“I told you I was interested in trying it with, you know, another woman and well, you’d been open to the idea.” Wendy said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
John still caught it. “I was thinking a threesome, you know, where I would get to enjoy having a bit of extra pussy in the bed too.”
“Well, technically speaking you could now…”
His reply was snappish. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
“But you could.” Wendy slipped up behind him, trying not to feel self- conscious about the sound of her hooves. She reached down his chest, feeling the small furry patch across his pecs. “I’m pretty sure I don’t.” He muttered.
“Are you not even willing to try once? For me?” Wendy batted her eyes and pressed her breasts into his shoulder as she reached lower. Her nails grazing his navel.
She could feel his stomach flutter under her touch. He’d already dropped the piece of toast he’d been eating. For a moment there was silence. Her fingers deftly moving her long nails across the small gap between his navel and the tiny mounts that still rose between his hips, crowned with those dark tips. She guessed they were basically nipples. She wanted to suck on them.
“I, uh…” John couldn’t really find his voice as parts of him really wanted her to do exactly what she proposed. Parts of him that were clearly making a mess of the chair right now. He could feel her pillowy breasts up against the side of his head, a warm comforting feel. He desperately wanted to turn and lick and suck on the already hard nipples, but his mind spun as she dragged it downward as her nails slowly made their way to his tiny teats. They sprang to attention on the slightest hint of her touch. “Oh.” It just slipped out.
“Are you sure, I can’t convince you?” Her voice turned sultry, her fingers now drifted a low as her arm could reach, the tips just barely nudging the edges of the small valley that would open for her.
“I, uh.” There was no denying the pool of himself that he was sitting in now. His body warming in ways he’d never considered. He’d no idea that his body had already felt the touch of something inside, but in his mind her was untouched. The sensations were new. Overwhelming. His leg shook a little. She was winning. No. She’d won.
Slowly she pulled him up to her side, letting him feel as she ran her fingers against the plumped lips that nestled between his legs. She could feel his tremors as she pulled them to the bedroom. She could smell his excitement. Her own juices were flowing now too. She slowly lay him down on the bed. Gently spreading his hips wide revealing the dark cleft of his. Wendy’s mouth almost watered. It was gorgeous, and already slick with her lover’s own juices. Gently she bent downward, slowly kissing from his navel down to those cute little teats that remained. She’d almost wished they’d stay, but already they were merging back into his body. A pity, she thought. But the real prize was that firm clit that bobbed slightly.
Her tongue flicked out. She heard the gasp. Soon she would do more, but she wanted to go slow. Her fingers gently swirling around the soft flesh, feeling how warm and pliable it was. The soft stretchiness that welcomed her touch. She could see his vagina opening and closing, the dark skin still retaining some of its equine properties, but very much the lovely cunt of a human woman. A horny human woman.
She dipped down in again, letting her tongue guide her. Slipping the tip against the soft folds, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. She worked her rhythm, feeling his legs tremor and hearing his soft moans as she moved about the folds. He tasted delicious. She slowly engulfed his clit with her lips, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. His back arched, she could feel his body tensing as she slipped a finger in, curling it against that spot she knew in her own body. He let out a cry, and fell backwards.
“Oh, wow… I’m going to need a minute.” He panted.
“Only a minute.” She said coyly, looking up at him.
“You sure? I usually can’t go again that fast.”
“Honey, I’m about to teach you how many times a woman can go.” Wendy smiled as she started to rub her fingers down his thighs again.
It was all John could do not to scream. His limbs shook and his hands clenched the bedsheets as his wife slowly worked him over like he was one of her musical instruments. Deftly, delicate one moment, and savage the next. And his body ate it up.
If he was still angry about his impromptu changes from the night before, he could no longer remember why.
For her part, Wendy just grinned, enjoying every moment of watching her lover come hard from her touch. Just wait until I bring out the toys, she thought. He was going to get the full experience for as long as the magic lasted. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Rory's Day At School by Panthera
Tags: Cub, No-Yiff, Other/Herm, Spanking
Rory's Day At School By : Panthera
This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author.
Rory normally liked going to school, but he was particularly looking forward to school today. He was wearing his brand new clothes that his mom had let him actually pick out himself. Rory liked everything he had on, his light blue T-shirt, a pair of black jeans, with a hole made in the back so his tail could sway freely behind him, and even a brand new pair of white shoes. This little tiger cub was particularly proud of himself and how he looked today. The sky was a little cloudy and steadily growing cloudier and cloudier. Rory hoped it wouldn't rain before he got to his school. He didn't want his brand new clothes to get all wet before everyone in his first grade class could see them. Luckily for him, he stepped into the door of his school just as the first few drops of rain began to fall. Before long it was raining steadily outside. Rory didn't like that. If the rain kept up for long, it would mean they would have to spend recess inside. He put that thought aside for now as he sat down in his seat and looked up at the teacher, a very nice, but large rhino named Mr. Hoon, though the class usually just called him Mr. Horn. Mr. Hoon called the roll call, and then began class for the day. Rory was a smart cub usually, and he listened and followed Mr. Hoon's directions well. Rory lost track of time as he went through math and spelling and reading and social studies. Next thing he knew, it was lunchtime. Mr. Hoon lined everyone up by the door. To his dismay, Rory found himself right in front of a lion cub named Steven. Rory knew Steven liked to see if he could get others into trouble, so for now he tried to just ignore him. To everyone's sadness, Mr. Hoon announced that because of the rain, they would be spending their recess inside. The entire first grade class was rather sullen as they walked to the cafeteria. They sat down and ate their lunch pretty quietly, and even though he was sitting next to Steven, Rory was happy to see he didn't try to do anything to get him in trouble. As they were walking back to their classroom, Rory suddenly felt someone from behind him grab onto his tail and give it a hard pull. Rory mewled out loudly with the pain and he turned around quickly to see Steven grinning at him and holding some orange and black hairs in his paw. Rory growled as best he could at Steven and smacked Steven's cheek hard. Next thing they knew, the two cubs were rolling around on the floor, growling, mewling and doing their best to scratch at each other. They wrestled around for a few minutes before Mr. Hoon and another teacher, an antelope named Mrs. Lewis, managed to pull the two cubs apart. Rory's new shirt had a tear on the shoulder and Steven had a bloody nose. Mrs. Lewis took the first grade class back to the classroom while Mr. Hoon took the two cubs to the principal's office. The principal was a large black panther named Mr. Elwin. Mr. Elwin was normally a very calm and caring p t someone else! No matter what they do to you!" The two cubs looked at each other a moment before looking back to Mr. Elwin. Mr. Elwin sighed again. "I have no choice but to punish you both for this fight. Steven, since you've been here so often already, I'll punish you first, and then you Rory. Get over here Steven. You already know the position." Rory watched in fear as Steven walked to the other side of Mr. Elwin's desk and dropped his pants and even his underwear. Mr. Elwin nodded his head and then grabbed the paddle off the wall. Rory frowned as he saw the paddle landing over and over on Steven's bottom, each time making a loud WHUMP!, and followed by the sound of Steven crying. After only a couple of minutes, Steven pulled up his underwear and pants and was sent to stand in the corner, still crying. Mr. Elwin nodded, "And now you Rory. Do the same as he did." Rory mewled sadly and walked to the other side of the desk and bent over it, getting into position. "And your pants and undies now Rory." Rory frowned and slid them both down to his knees. Next thing he knew, the wooden paddle was landing down on his bottom, leaving a long streak of fiery pain each time it landed. Rory found himself also crying after the first whack of the paddle, but Mr. Elwin continued, landing the paddle a total of ten times before he stopped. Rory had tears running down his cheeks as he pulled his pants and underwear back up, then went over to stand in the opposite corner. As both of the cubs stood there crying and softly rubbing their pained, lightly furred bottoms, they heard Mr. Elwin pick up the phone and call their parents. He kept the cubs standing there in the corners until their parents arrived. Rory's mom and Steven's mom arrived there at the same time. Mr. Elwin explained what had happened to them both, and Rory felt his mother's paws suddenly turn him around. She wasn' growling quite, but from her look, Rory knew he was in serious trouble. His mother drug him off and Rory just barely heard Steven's mom mention something about teaching Steven a lesson with a switch. As Steven stood there crying again, Rory was taken out into the car. His mom took off and said nothing, but she was growling the entire time she drove Rory home. She carried him into the house, walking quickly. She sat him down on a stool in the kitchen, making him cry a bit again as the pain on his butt was refreshed for him. She spent a good hour yelling at him and growling. As Rory looked down at his footpaws and listened, she pointed to his room and said one last thing. "Rory! I'm too mad to punish you myself! Get into your room and wait for your father! He'll be in with the belt as soon as he gets home for lunch!" Rory mewled sadly and ran off to his room. He laid down on his bed on his belly and tried not to think about the inevitable. Before long he heard his father's truck entering the driveway. Rory let out another sad mewl as he heard the door opening. Remembering his father's warning from last time, Rory went ahead and stripped out of all his clothes, even his underwear, and scooted down the bed, laying his legs over the side and leaving his bottom up in prime view. A moment later, his father walked in. Rory's father was normally even-tempered, but right now, Rory saw a look of only anger on his father's face. His father actually growled at him, a sound that made Rory's blood run cold. Rory caught a glimpse of the black leather belt and buried his muzzle into the bed sheets. His father looked down at him, growling still. "Rory! What you did was totally unacceptable! I plan to make extra goddamned sure you think twice before you start a fight again cub!" Rory barely had time to mewl in fear before he felt the sting of the belt land across his already red bottom, sending him into new tears and never felt before pain. The belt landed again across his butt. Rory yelled out in pain and cried out more tears than he ever had before into the bed sheets. The black leather belt never let up though. As Rory continued to cry, the sting made line after line of pain across his rump. After an eternity of hurting and pain, the belt finally stopped. Rory's father growled down at him. "Think about this cub! And you'll get another good belting tonight when I get home from work! I expect you ready for the belt again cub! We'll just see if you ever try to fight again!" Rory sniffled and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes with his paws as his father left. He stayed in that position, halfway bent over his bed, for a long while crying. Finally he got up and walked slowly and quietly to the bathroom. After relieving his suddenly full bladder into the toilet, he closed the door and frowned at the sight of his bottom. Even with his little bit of fur over his butt, his rump was still glowing bright red, with a few tiny welts running across it here and there. Rory sniffled and almost cried again at the thought of what he had coming to him later that evening. He went back into his room and moped around there. As time dragged by he played a little, finding himself not really in the mood to play. He looked outside, and even though it was still cloudy and raining, he could tell the evening was rapidly approaching. Rory really didn't feel like doing anything, so he hopped up onto the bed and got into his position again. A while later, after Rory had nearly dozed off a couple of times, his heart stopped as he heard his father's truck pull up again. Rory frowned and tried to brace himself as he heard his father's footsteps approaching. Rory was slightly relieved that he wasn't growling, but he was holding the belt. He stopped at the door and Rory looked up at him. Rory mewled out softly, "Dada?" His father stopped. "Yes Rory?" Rory took a breath, "I .. I'm sorry dada." "And why is that son?" "Be .. because I did something bad ... and I got into a fight and because you and mama said you don't want me to fight." His father's face brightened up suddenly and he almost smiled. "And Rory .. what would you do if someone else pulled your tail again." Rory thought a moment, then spoke up, "I get the teacher dada!" "And you wouldn't do anything to the fur yourself?" Rory thought for a long minute about this before he answered. "No dada. I not a teacher or a dada." His father finally did smile, "Do you want me to spank you again Rory?" Rory didn't have to think about this one. He shook his head quickly, "No dada! Not ever again!" His father smiled and rubbed his son's back softly. "How about you get dressed then? Your mom's making pork chops for dinner." Rory smiled and licked his lips, "An' applesauce and gravy too dada?" He chuckled and smiles, "Of course son. See you downstairs. Love you." Rory smiled brightly as he started to get dressed. "Love you too dada!"
THE END | FSE |
Title: Benefits Ch. 07
Tags: mila dyl, short stack, dyl mila, dyl, lining shot, worry hurt, time store, smile walked, fuck thinking, exact moment
*All the events in the following story are completely and totally false. Every word presented is a word of fiction, because not one iota of it occurred. So in other words, this never happened, it's all fiction people.*
"Sure you don't want me to go along with you Heesh?" I asked, helping Elisha with her packing. She was going to Canada for a week to visit her family.
"I'm telling you Jake, I'll be fine," she said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "It's just for a week. Figured I'd drop by, see how everyone's doing."
"Why can't I join you on this epic quest babe?"
"Because I feel bad enough you've taken so much time off from your store already, I don't want you taking anymore. Besides, I want to ease them into the idea of me being with a guy who's not a total ass. I've run into a few of them, and the shock of me actually being with a nice guy might be too much for them."
"All right. I'll accept that as your answer. But you will have to pay me back big time when you get back."
"Well, I think I'll brainstorm some ideas, get with a think tank, then decide the best way to repay you for leaving you all on your lonesome for a week, you poor baby," she said, kissing me on the lips. "Besides, we still have tonight to spend together before I'm off."
"You are correct my lady," I said, sweeping her up into my arms and laying her down her bed. "And since I figure Monopoly isn't the best way to send you off......." I put my face to her neck and started kissing her, leading with my tongue to meet her lips in another kiss.
"Wait a second, I could have had Monopoly?" she asked. "What a gip!" She giggled as she kissed me again.
"If it makes you feel any better, I had already called the race car," I said with a smile as she removed my shirt and threw it to the floor. I reached to her blouse and delicately began to unbutton and open it up. As soon as the unveiling was done, I helped her remove the blouse, and it soon joined my shirt one the floor of her room.
Elisha soon turned the table, pushing me onto the bottom position. She straddled herself over my legs as she undid my belt, delivering her trademark smirk. Soon enough, my belt was unbuckled, the opening to my pants soon followed. She creeped up off the bed, and slowly slid my pants down, leaving me in boxers, which she also removed.
I was gong to get up to join her when she signaled me to stay in position. She moved herself into her bathroom, her stereo remote in hand. The only thing I saw was her hand. She pressed a button on the remote, and "Crazy" by Aerosmith began playing. As soon as Steven Tyler uttered those words, 'C'mere baby', she was out, dressed in her bra, a white blouse, a pair of white cotton panties, and a fedora. The fedora was tilted, barely covering her face, but I could tell as soon as she spun and pointed to me, she was lip-synching this song.
She started moving her hips to the song, twirling herself as completely as she could around her bedpost. She faced me from the front of the bed, and undid her bra, twirling it in the air and throwing it towards me, a smile crossing her face. She kept the blouse closed over her breasts, only allowing teasing peaks, small giggles escaping her lips with every flash. She turned her back to me, and slowly began to slink the blouse of, showing me her smooth back, her wicked smile meeting my eyes.
Slowly, the shirt completely fell to the floor, but she quickly drew one of her arms over her breasts and used the other to bring her hand to her face in a feigned look of shock. She quickly turned her back to me again, and started to move her hips back and forth to the drum beat, her thumbs looped around her panties, slowly edging them down. Soon, they were completely down. She lifted them up and tossed them to me from over her shoulder. She turned her head around and gave me a sly wink, and she then threw the fedora towards me. Unfortunately, she didn't take into account that the hat had almost frisbee qualities, and beaned me in the eye.
"Oh my God baby," she said, dropping the stripper act and running to me. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry, doesn't hurt that much," I said, kissing her deeply.
"You sure?"
"Definitely. Now, not to sound too pig like, but may we continue with where we were going?" She gave me a smile and continued kissing me. She got on top of me, and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. She let out a soft moan as I was all the way in her. She moved her hands to mine, and grasped them hard as she began to ride me.
She leaned over to kiss me, licking my lips as she moved her head away. I leaned upwards and took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipple, as she raked her nails across my back.
I lifted her slightly to a new position, her on bottom now. I cradled the sides of her head with my hands as I began to slowly thrust into her. She moved her head to the side and licked the palm of my hand as I began to move into her faster. She propped herself up on her arms and we moved into a sitting position.
I reached under and cupped her ass as I began to thrust harder into her, sweat dripping onto her toned stomach as I began to get closer to my orgasm. I reached a hand in between us and began to frig her clit as best I could, getting a definite good response from her, a deep moan emanating from her mouth. She put her arms around my neck as she began to meet me for every thrust, grinding against me in random sections. She removed her arms from around my neck and placed them behind her, leaning on them as I held onto her, thrusting into her. I moved my right hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, our faces staying close for the duration of our activity. Our eyes locked on one another.
Eventually, it happened, but different this time. We reached our peaks at the exact same moment. No delay between us. As she hit her orgasm, I hit mine. At the exact moment her pussy clamped down, I shot my cum into her. She laid her head onto my shoulder, both of us resting in the afterglow of it all.
"I love you Jake," she whispered into my ear.
"Love you too Elisha," I replied.
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"Let me check, I got my rabbit's foot, my lucky penny," Elisha mumbled as she was getting her things together for her trip. "I think I'm good to go."
"Then let's get going my lady," I said, opening the door for her as we walked out. After she locked her door, we hopped into my car.
"I swear babe, I have never seen anyone with so many good luck charms and rituals for getting on a plane," I said to her. "Walking on the plane right foot first, I mean come on, that sounds like a bit too much of fear of sense."
"You're one to talk Crackerjack," she said with a smirk. "What is it your mom says you used to do before any plane ride to visit your uncle? Recite the Green Lantern oath of duty?"
"Hey, now that's legit. I figure JUST IN CASE it's real, I'm at least safe."
"I swear, you are SO lucky I think your dorkiness is sexy," she giggled, kissing me on the cheek.
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I gave Elisha a grand goodbye kiss at the gate, and then left to meet Dyl at the store. After the initial shock of the thought of him and Mila together, it soon faded. I was actually kind of happy for him. She seemed receptive to it, and Dyl was pretty happy, so any concern faded form my mind. I was happy, Mila was happy, my little world was safe.
As I walked into the store, I got the picture of Dyl and Mila making out on the counter. And again rose the green-eyed monster, and I ain't talkin' the Hulk.
"You know, I think its against policy to act out the Kama Sutra," I said loudly, startling Dyl enough to fall on the floor. "I mean, Dr. Seuss would certainly be more family friendly."
"Hi there buddy," Dyl said, partially disappointed. "You might try knocking first next time."
"You know I would, but A: its my store, and B: we're open."
"Oh yeah.......," he replied, composing himself a bit.
"Well, I need to be going anyway," Mila said, hopping off the counter and kissing Dyl on the cheek. "Need to be back on set. See you two around. And remember Dyl, you're taking me out tonight."
"Who'd forget something like that?" he said with a smile as she walked out the door. Oddly enough, Mila barely even gave me a wave as she exited. I went behind the counter and gave a smug look to Dyl.
"What?" he asked defensively.
"You don't waste any time do you?" I asked with a smirk.
"You're one to talk. How long was it before you got in Elisha's pants?" he asked
"You're lucky you're my buddy, or I'd take that as implying that my girlfriend is easy."
"Me? I'd never be so bold unless I was sure I could kick your ass."
"As long as we understand each other," I said with a laugh. "But seriously man, I'd try and take it slow with Mila, because if you hurt her, I will rip off your sack and make you where it like a clown nose."
"Hey, I thought you were over her."
"I am, but she's still my best friend, and I don't want her hurt."
"Dude, don't worry, I won't hurt her."
"All righty then."
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The day had ended , and I was back at my place. Usually, I could call up Elisha and just hang around with her. But her being in Canada made that a bit tough. I felt nervous about even calling her. This week was about her spending time with her family, so I didn't want to get in the way. But I was alone, and bummed out. I would call Laura to hang out, but she was busy. Mila and Dyl were on their date. Essentially, I was completely bummed out and lonely. It was only 9:00, but I figured I might as well pack it in for the night.
I was about ready to head for the bed when a knock came upon my door. I went to answer it and saw Mila. She was dressed semi casually, black spaghetti strap shirt and a red skirt. She looked good.
"What's up, shouldn't you be with Dyl?" I asked, a bit perplexed.
"Date ended a bit early, he some bad sea food and decided to pack it in," she replied. "So I figured I'd drop by and keep my buddy company while his best girl was out of town."
"How nice of you Short Stack. I was about to pack it in, but why not? Let me get some jeans and a shirt on, we'll go bowling."
"Sounds great."
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Something started bothering me as soon as we got in the car. Mila began talking about Dyl, and how great he was. The old jealousy began to stir up again, and fought to the surface EVERY TIME I tried to suppress it, worse than ever. This shouldn't have mattered to me. I loved Elisha, every part of me knew that. But the jealousy. Could Dyl really be as great as she was playing on? Why the Hell did this bother me so much, my two closest friends were together, and happy. Why couldn't I accept Mila being with someone else? The most troubling thing was no matter how much I kept an image of Elisha in my head, it wouldn't stay. The jealousy made me wipe it away.
"Jake, let me ask you a serious question," Mila said as I was lining up a shot. We had decided to skip bowling and shoot some pool when we arrived at the bowling alley.
"What's up Wonder Girl?" I asked as I hit the cue ball, sinking targeted solid 5 into the corner pocket.
"What made you fall for Elisha?"
"What brings this question up?"
"Just wondering."
"Well, if you must know Kunis, I don't know. Something happened that night we went to the concert. I don't know what. Probably had a lot to do with the week we spent hanging out before the show, but something happened, something clicked in me. I saw her in a new light, and I guess the same happened to her. From there, it just all happened. I know I love her, if that's what's you're wondering."
"I'll accept that I guess," she said, lining her shot up.
"Now my turn Shortie," I said. "What do you see in Dyl?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, leaning on her cue stick.
"You've known him for as long as I have. He's Dyl. Why date him now?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, but you got to ask about me and Heesh, so its only fair to balance this out."
"Well, if you must know, there's an odd quality about him. Something at least piques the interest."
"Yeah, but his Muppet impression isn't exactly what I call "sexy personified"," I replied.
"Oh, and complete memorization of every Batman story ever is?" she asked sarcastically.
"Elisha thinks it's a cute quirk."
"So why can't I think the same about Dyl?"
"I don't know, because he's...he's Dyl."
"And that's bad? He's your friend."
"Yeah, but he's DYL. His idea of a romantic night is eating frozen pizza over a viewing of "Debbie Does Dallas"."
"He's not that bad," Mila said, going back to her shot. "Why do you care anyway?"
"I don't but since it's Dyl, it boggles the mind so much," I replied. "Right up there with Sasquatch, the Loch Ness Monster, and Paulie Shore's fame."
"You're being a little harsh," she said, sinking her ball into the side pocket.
"That's because I know him better than you do, and I'm pretty shocked he went for you. No offense Short Stuff, but you're not so much his type."
"How so?"
"Well, you're not a skank for one."
"And what else?"
"You're a bit too smart. But hey, if you two crazy kids like each other, who gives a crap?"
"Glad you see it like that."
"Besides, he's almost like me, without the charm and wit."
"Hardy har wise-ass. I'm so not hung up on you."
"Sure, sure. But in all seriousness, good luck with him. Hope it works out."
"Thanks Superboy, I knew you'd come through."
"Wait a minute there Short Stack," I said. "SuperBOY? I'm all SuperMAN."
"Well in these duo-colored eyes, I see a little boy, unless you can disprove me."
"That a challenge Ms. Kunis?"
"Well duh, Mr Mind."
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BY the time midnight rolled around, Mila and I had burst through my door, our tongues intertwined in a deep kiss. I don't know what happened. I had beaten her in the game of pool. We had gotten into my car. And somehow, along the way, something snapped, Maybe it was the dress, maybe it was the whole issue with Dyl rising to the surface again, but whatever it was, combined with my loneliness, I began to do something very stupid that could potentially ruin the most important thing in my life. But at the moment, that wasn't even on my mind.
I lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist. We looked into each others eyes. I saw no love or tenderness, and neither did she. We both saw simple lust, a call which we both had to answer.
I leaned in to her face once again to receive another savage kiss. As that one broke, she nibbled fiercely on my bottom lip. I reached my hand into her skirt and felt the wetness on her panties, and swiftly tore them off, getting a yelp followed by a wicked smile from Mila.
Mila reached down between us and undid my belt and pants. She pulled my underwear down as best she could. I reached a hand down to help them down the rest of the way, leaving my stick prick out in the open air.
I wasted no time in lifting her up and impaling her on my cock in a swift motion, getting a loud groan to come from her, a simple grunt of satisfaction from myself. Her pussy felt incredible. Insanely tight and warm. Better than I had imagined for all these years. I cupped her ass as I began to thrust hard against her, slamming her body into the wall. I took the straps of her shirt down with my teeth, and went to her breasts, sucking on her brown nipples like a beast, nibbling them like a savage.
No words were being said between us. The only noises to be heard were groans, grunts, and the slapping of flesh together. The occasional obscenity came out as well.
Soon enough, I tired of this position, and lowered her down and moved her to the couch, where I bent her over and entered her roughly from behind. I grabbed onto her shoulders and began to thrust away. If this was any other time, if I was any other set of mind, I'd care if I was causing discomfort, but the animal inside me just wanted her, and vice versa. Though from what I could tell, she was very into what was going on, with her groans getting much louder, and she pushing herself back to meet me for every thrust. She threw her head back in pleasure, and gave me her cool stare of lust again, urging me to push harder, give everything I had. I obliged.
I moved my hands to her hips and thrust in harder then before, the wet slapping getting louder and louder, sweat running down my face, dripping on her back. I leaned over and started tobite on her neck and back, trailing every movement with my tongue. I moved one of my hands to her face, pulling hers toward mine to connect in another savage kiss, once again broken with her nibbling on my lips, soon replaced by nibbling on my fingers.
Soon enough, her orgasm hit her, the pure lust of the act getting to Mila. Her pussy clamped down hard, and with an almost primal growl, she came. I was close, and at any other time in any other mood, I would have come inside her, but I not this time, not now, not here. I pulled out and spun her around, putting my cock in her face, slick with her juices. I put it to her mouth, which she eagerly accepted, bobbing up and down faster and faster, bringing me to my eventual boiling point
With a grunt, I pulled out of her mouth and shot all over her face, the first few shots spraying her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The rest dripped and oozed out on to her outstretched tongue.
By the time I was finished, cum was dripping from her chin to her breasts. She swallowed what I had left on her tongue and took my sensitive prick into her mouth, cleaning me off. But now that the act had been completed, the euphoria had passed. The lust had passed. The guilt took over. What had I just done?
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The morning had come. I didn't get any sleep. The guilt I felt over what I had done wouldn't allow it. Mila had left last night with a simple kiss on the cheek and a giggle, like nothing wrong was done. But I had screwed over one of my closest friends and the woman I loved. I was scum. Lower than scum. I was a Hollywood film producer.
There was only one thing I could do in my head to alleviate this guilt, or at least attempt to. I had to call Elisha, tell her what happened, and hope she would forgive me. I couldn't keep this from her. I picked up my phone and dialed her cell.
"Hello?", Elisha said, her voice as if she was concentrating over the line.
"Elisha, its Jake," I replied.
"Oh hi sweetie," she replied, her voice changing almost instantly. "What's up baby?"
"I have something I need to tell you."
"Okay, but is it going to be a long something? I don't want to be a bitch, but I'm on the way to lunch with some friends and family. Big reunion dealy. Can it wait? Maybe till I get back?"
"Yes," I said. "It can wait. I love you."
"I love you too babes."
I'm scum. Fucking scum. Scum that lacks testicles.
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I called in sick to work every day that week. I couldn't face Dyl, not after what I allowed to happen. Not after what I did. And if I thought that was tough, what was I going to tell Elisha? What had I fucking done? A few weeks ago, EVERYTHING was right. Now this. One fucking mistake, and I could lose it all. I called Elisha once more to tell her to come to my house straight from the airport.
At around 7:00, a knock came to my door. I answered, and surprisingly Mila was at the door.
"What's up Dork Knight?" she asked, as if nothing had happened. "Are you gonna let me in?"
"Actually, no, Elisha's coming over," I replied. "She and I have something big to talk about."
"Ah," she said, forcing her way inside the house. "So you're going to tell her what happened I'm guessing."
"Yes. I have to."
"Um, why? Do you want to lose her? Did I knock something loose in your head?"
"Because it's the right thing to do Mila. You should tell Dyl. Or I will. What we did was wrong. Wrong to do to the people we care about."
"You talk about it like it wasn't enjoyable. I know I enjoyed it, and though all I heard form you were grunts and growls. I'm fairly sure you enjoyed it as well."
"Carnal enjoyment isn't the point Mila. The point is emotional attachment. I don't have the same feelings for you as I do Elisha."
"Meaning?" she asked, a hint of anger in her voice.
"I love Elisha more than anything. You're my best friend. A friend I had unresolved feelings for, but none of the feelings were really love."
"That's what you say. But if that was SO true, then why did you fuck me? Why did you risk this "great relationship" if you didn't have some doubt about that?"
"You wanna know why? I'll tell you. Plain and simple. Leftover lust. That's ALL it was, and its never, NEVER, going to happen again." Saying this seemed to really set Mila off. Her face contorted in anger. An almost Jekyll/Hyde transformation.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! You think you can just fuck me with no repercussions? You think it's so fucking simple?"
"No, I don't. But I was caught in a weak fucking moment. And I think you were too, if you really are so fucking ga-ga over Dyl."
"Strange how you bring him into this, isn't it?" she asked harshly.
"No, its not," I replied. "If you cared for him, you'd at least feel bad, but I don't sense a damn bit of regret in you, not at all."
"Maybe that's because what we did wasn't wrong. I think a piece of you knows that." With that, she approached me and forced a kiss on me, one I did not return. Rather, I pushed her to the couch, a move that she her reply to was a simple giggle. "You do like it rough don't you?"
"Get out of here, right now," I ordered here sternly. She simply got up with that same smile and walked out.
"See you around Jakey," she said with a smirk as I slammed the door in her face. What the Hell had come over her? What the fuck was she thinking? As I sat down to sort things out in my head, Elisha walked through the door.
"Hey Jakey," she said, walking towards me and kissing me on the cheek. "I just saw Mila drive off. You two have some fun while I was gone?"
"Elisha, I need to tell you something," I said, shrugging off the statement.
"Hold that thought Jake," she said rather solemnly, taking a seat next to me on the couch, holding my hand in her's. "I need to tell you something as well, and I think I need to go first."
"Go ahead Heesh."
"O-kayyyy, here it goes. Jake, while I was back home.......I slept with someone else. It was stupid, and right on the spur of the moment. It was an ex, and something just happened, and by the time I even realized what I had done, it was too late." A tear streamed down her right eye. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry."
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After I let Elisha in on my actions, we argued for a long time. Yelling, screaming, tears flowing kind of argument. Eventually we both calmed down, after saying things that could never be taken back of course, as is the way with most arguments.
"Jake," she said, sniffling a little. " I think we need to end this."
"What?" I asked shocked. "No baby, no. Please no. Look, we both fucked up big time. But we still love each other, right?"
"Yes, but that doesn't matter. How can we trust each other?"
"We'll rebuild whatever was lost. If you want me to stop seeing Mila altogether, you've got it, I don't care. Just don't leave me. PLEASE."
"I'm sorry. But I think it's the only way. Don't you think this hurts me too?!? I love you so much...and not only do you do this to me....but I do the same thing to you. I can't be around you anymore Jake. Not after what we've both done."
"Elisha, please........" I was on my knees, pleading with her. "We can work past this. Please sweetie. Being with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"I'm sorry Jake. I'm so sorry baby." She leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, then walked out the door, and most likely, out of my life.
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Another new day had come, and with it a new person to confess to. I headed to Dyl's place at the crack of dawn. After I had parked my car, I headed towards his apartment. When I arrived at the door, I heard two voices. I heard Mila and Dyl. Perhaps Mila had come to her senses at last. I decided to listen in as best I could.
"Mila, are you sure this is right, what we're doing?" Dyl asked.
"Of course it is Dyl," she replied. "You and I know Jake is meant for me. This little play we've done, I'll have Jake, and you'll get a bit more respect from him."
"But maybe this isn't the right way to go about it. Maybe he and Elisha would have broken up on their own. You know his luck with blondes."
"Listen Dyl, be happy. It worked. You helped your buddy. It may not look that way, but in the long run, you did, trust me."
"By breaking him up with his girlfriend. Man, I hope he never helps me so much."
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I sat in my office, waiting for Dyl to arrive. The lights were completely off. I wans't in the mood for light. I heard the door open, and asked for him to come to my office.
"Yeah, what's up pal?" he asked.
"I'm not so sure you should really use that term with me anymore," I replied.
"What are you talking about dude?"
"Even that may be too formal......"
"Huh?"
"How did she get you to do it "buddy", huh old "pal"? She fuck you, or just outsmart you, which by the way, I think most woodchucks could do."
"What are talking about?" he said, concern now showing in his voice. "And why are the lights out in there?"
"I'm not too much in the mood for light right now," I said. "She left me. She broke up with me. Your's and Mila's little plan worked."
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Why did you do it? HUH?!? WHY? Just telling me you had feelings for her to try and get under my skin? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" At this point, I had risen from my chair completely and now stood face to face with Dyl.
"Calm down man, calm down. What we did was for the best."
"You believe that shit? Are you fucking retarded? Why in the Hell would you think that doing this, working with Mila to break up Elisha and myself, would be GOOD?"
"Well, Mila said she knows you best, and said you weren't as happy as you played it with Elisha, you even told her so. And since you two are so close....."
"AND YOU FUCKING BELIEVED HER? Believed a woman who has VISIBILE problems seeing me with another woman. Seeing me HAPPY with another woman. THIS IS THE PERSON YOU TRUST? Ever think of asking me, instead of being lead around by a fucking leash?"
"Listen man, I didn't know, I thought she was telling the truth. She went on and one about really caring about you, and I guess I bought it. I'm sorry man, I didn't know."
"You know what? For anything else, that might be acceptable. For anything else, I'd accept that response. But not this time. Because of you. Because of her, I lose Elisha. I lose the only woman I have ever really loved. And yes, I know I'm not fucking blameless. I know I fucked Mila. I know I let jealousy get the better of me. But it never, NEVER would have happened, if you hadn't done this Dyl. If you had just listened to your conscience as opposed to a knockout Russian. Get out of here. Now."
"What?"
"GET OUT. I never want to see your fucking face again. And tell the same to Mila. She doesn't even deserve to be told to her face."
"But..."
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. NOW."
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"You sure this is the way to go with it Jake?" Laura asked, walking me to my terminal.
"Yeah, I need to get away from this for a long while," I said. " I don't know if I could take it, seeing Elisha with someone else, at least not this soon. And Mila, well, with her, so much unresolved, but I just can't deal with it now."
"But what about the store?"
"My parents are gonna look after it. Dyl will still be working there, I didn't tell them a thing about what happened."
"And what about you?"
"Well, I'm gonna work in my Uncle Nick's bar in New York for a while, live in an apartment right upstairs from the bar. I'm set in that sense."
"Okay then bud. I'll see you around. Don't forget to drop me a line."
"I won't Red." We hugged, and she kissed me on the cheek, then walked away. I felt a bit of regret. But not much. I had to leave this, at least for a while. Maybe figure a way to get Elisha back, or at least get to the point where thinking about her didn't tear me up inside. And Mila....so much to sort out there. I never thought she would have this in her...didn't think she could do something like this. Well, what's past is past. I can't change it now. All I can do right now is look ahead, and hope when I come back, things will be better. | literotica |
Title: 3 Is a Magic Number Ch. 12
Tags: sister, brother, facial, cousin, cum on face, sexting, dirty pics, girl on girl, cowgirl, romance
*All Characters 18+*
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It had been two long weeks since the three of us had returned from vacation. My parents, my sister, our cousin Julia, and myself went for a two week vacation to our house in northern Michigan. A family emergency had arisen, and my parents left three days early, leaving us to finish vacationing unsupervised. My parents knew that we wouldn't burn down the house. We were pretty responsible for teenagers. There was one thing that my parents didn't know: we had been fucking each other like rabbits on crack all week. They had given us three blissful nights, and two and a half days of not having to worry about getting busted. It was like a little slice of heaven on earth, but the time since our return had been anything but heavenly. My sister Katie and I had been in a constant state of separation. It was not a parental conspiracy that kept us apart, but a series of unfortunate circumstances. I had not even laid eyes on Julia since her mom had picked her up upon our return. We had only communicated through text messages.
The main cause for our temporary estrangement was the family emergency that I mentioned before. Our great Aunt Barbara was gravely ill. Our workaholic father had been taking time off to visit his favorite aunt in the hospital, and he would invariably ask either me or my sister to accompany him. He was quite insistent on this and I thought it strange that he never asked us to come together, just one or the other. And he would not take no for an answer. I toyed with the idea that he might suspect that Katie and I had been doing while we were up north, but quickly squashed the idea. I really didn't think he had a clue.
Tonight was Katie's turn to go with dad. In all honesty, I had been going twice as much as Katie. Aunt Barb merely treated me with a practiced indifference; whereas she treated Katie horribly. Julia and Katie had been cousins, and best friends since they had been born, so it was natural that Aunt Barb had got to know Julia through family functions. Barb immediately took a shine to Julia, and the two had become close friends. Aunt Barb was Julia's biggest fan, and made a habit of snidely comparing everything that my sister did with Julia's accomplishments. It is true that Julia seemed to excel at everything she tried, but there was no reason for Aunt Barb to try and make my sister feel shitty all the time. Katie was perfect academically, but she just didn't push herself socially the way that Julia did. I tried to be a good boyfriend, and take most of the heat off my sister. I suggested that I go every night, but Katie wouldn't have it. It was a matter of pride for her to put up with Barb.
To make a long story short; it had been a long fourteen days. Katie and I hadn't been together sexually since we'd been back, and had only been alone unsupervised for a few minutes. That only led to one make out session, and one major case of blue balls. Our situation was starting to become desperate, and a hundred scenarios where my sister and I could be alone ran through my mind, each one riskier than the last. I needed to be patient, and wait until the opportunity presented itself, or we would surely get caught. That would be disastrous.
I was lying in bed listening to music on my phone, when it lit up, and chimed for a message. I picked it up and looked at the screen. It read, "New text message." I picked up my phone, and slid my finger across the screen to unlock it. I hit the messaging center icon. It was a message from my sister.
Katie: Hey sexxxy boy :) I just wanted to let u know that I'm not wearing panties under my little skirt. These leather seats feel amazing on my bare ass. I'm riding up front, right next to dad, but what I'm really thinking about is riding u :p
That little skank knows that I'm probably in my room, and wants to get me all horned up. Two can play this game. I hit reply, and began to type.
Me: I was just thinking about u, babe. I am laying here naked, thinking about how nice it would be to kiss u all over. Kiss ur neck... kiss ur nipples... ur belly... kiss ur...
A smirk spread across my face, as I waited for her reply. The joke was definitely on her, because I was at home, and can do whatever I want. She is stuck in the car with my dad, and then will be at the hospital with my sick aunt. No matter how horny I make her, she will just have to suffer in silence. Thinking about making her dripping wet seemed to be having an effect on me. My shaft started to thicken. I gave it a little rub through my basketball shorts, and my phone chimed with another message.
Katie: Mmmmmm... Now my nipples are hard, Jack. Are u touching yourself while u think about me?
On a whim, I slid my shorts and boxers down, and kicked them off onto the floor. My semi erection flopped to one side. I stroked my shaft softly, right under the head. I thought about how amazing my sister looked in that tiny white tennis skirt. I can never figure out how she can pull off some of her outfits without looking trashy. Katie is always a class act; even when dressed provocatively. I thought of the quick kiss she gave me, just after dad walked out to start up the car. I was fully hard in less than three seconds. I switched my phone to camera, and clicked a photo of my cock. I brought it up to send as a response, and included a caption:
Me: Thinking of u
I waited for her reply, while stroking myself absentmindedly. Her response took only about forty five seconds.
Katie: OMG!! I wish that was inside of me right now. I don't even care where. God that's fucking hot!
My response was immediate.
Me: Anywhere?
Katie: Yeah, babe. Anywhere. Did u have someplace special in mind u wanted to put it?
I hesitated for a second. Someone once said, "A coward dies a thousand deaths, a hero dies just one." So I sent my reply.
Me: I was thinking about putting it in your ass :p
I thought that I had been hard before, but thinking about fucking my hot little sister in the ass took my dick past hard, all the way to petrified. My phone chimed again.
Katie: I think I just creamed on the seat thinking about that. I hope dad doesn't notice the wet spot on the leather. I think that I'm ready to try it. Are u game?
Am I game? I laughed to myself, as I typed my reply.
Me: I am all for it, Kay. The only thing is getting time alone to do it. This won't be quick, and as noisy as u get, we would have to be alone. I would settle for just getting to be together the normal way. 14 days has seemed like forever.
My hard cock throbbed with every beat of my heart, as I thought being naked, and sweaty with Katie. I thought about sliding my harness inside of her, and I began to stroke my cock in earnest. I gripped my shaft with my right hand, and pumped it up and down, so that only the skin moved, that way there was no friction. I felt a low moan escape my lips. My phone chimed, just when it started feeling really good. Damn.
Katie: Are u touching yourself? I wish I could, but I can't. I'm kinda grinding my thighs together, but it's just not getting the job done. I rubbed my little pussy while thinking about u fucking me this morning. OMG!! I came so hard! I can't wait until we can be together. Fuck, I can't wait until I get to the hospital, so I can be alone in the bathroom. Lol. Does that turn u on Jack? Thinking about me rubbing my pussy only a few feet away from our dying aunt, and our dad, all the while thinking about my big brother? Damn, I am 1 perverted bitch ;)
I sped up my stroking as I thought about her masturbating in the hospital bathroom. I thought about her propping her leg up on the sink, so she could slide her hand under that tiny little skirt, and rub that sopping wet snatch of hers. I saw the first traces of precum beading on my head. It wouldn't be long until I jizzed everywhere. My phone chimed again.
Katie: We're here. Send u a pic soon :)
Just the thought of a dirty pic sent my sex drive into overtime. I was so aroused that it was almost painful. I slowed my stroking to half the prior pace, so that I wouldn't cum until I at least got to look at the pic. An agonizing five minutes went by. I would tease it, and then let it rest. A giant bubble of precum glistened on my head, and it became so heavy it ran down my head onto my stomach. I was playing with the drip when my phone chimed again.
Katie: We are riding up in the elevator. I'm so wet that it has dripped down my leg twice since I got out of the car. Good thing the parking garage was dim, or dad would have seen that huge spot on the seat. I wiped it up while he was trying to figure out where the elevator was. Now my hand smells like hot pussy. OMG! I AM SO FUCKING HORNY!!
This little factoid made my struggle to keep from cumming a hundred times more difficult. I stopped touching myself altogether, fearing that I could be pushed over the edge any second. One minute soon turned into eight, or ten, or to eternity... Finally my phone chimed.
Katie: I have a surprise for u. Give me 5 mins
Five minutes? Why didn't she just ask me to take a vow of chastity? I still refused to touch my cock, but it still pulsed with every heartbeat, because it was being stroked by every perverted fantasy that was going through my mind at a million miles a second. After about five years, my phone chimed.
Katie: Photo attached. View now?
I started stroking myself gently in anticipation. I could feel my orgasm approaching with the force of a freight train going downhill. The picture that popped onto my screen was nothing like what I had anticipated. It was a photo taken in the mirror of the hospital bathroom. It showed my sister, totally nude, and Julia kissing her softly on the neck from behind. The caption on the photo was:
We wish u were here :p
I guess Julia was visiting Barb at the same time. I doubted that it was a coincidence. She had never visited at the same time as me. Sigh. I looked at the picture again.
I was shocked by thick spurts of jizz splattering up against my hairless chest. The moment felt so pure that it was almost a divine event. I closed my eyes, and my orgasm washed over me. My cock hadn't even stopped bucking when my phone chimed again. When I could finally look, it was another pic that I quickly opened. It showed Katie's pale thighs open, and Julia's hand was buried finger deep in my sister's cunny. Actually, two fingers deep. This one had no clever caption.
I reached into the floor, to grab my t-shirt. I needed to mop myself up. I had came an unbelievable amount, for someone that was not a porn star. My phone chimed again. It was another pic. This one showed the top of Julia's honey brown hair buried between my sister's freckled thighs. It was captioned:
WE LOVE U JACK!!
I typed my response wistfully.
Me: I love u girls too. I hope that u 2 are being quiet!
Two minutes later, I got the reply. I was a pic of Julia, still in between Katie's thighs, but now I could see her face. Wetness gleamed from ear to ear, and from nose to chin. She had the biggest grin I've ever seen. I would have called it a shit eating grin, but I was well aware of what she had been eating moments before. A text right after read:
Katie: We have to clean up fast, and get out of here. I will meet you in your room at 3:30 tonight, be awake, and have your door unlocked :p
I had set out to make my sister suffer by being horny around my dad and not being able to do anything about it, but I guess that the tables had turned. I was the one who was alone, but I wouldn't be alone that night.
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I lay down at 10:30 with the intention of sleeping most of the time between then and 3:30. This would break our two week dry spell with each other. It had been nice to have her sleep in my bed when we were on vacation, and I had been having trouble sleeping alone since then. I was having Katie withdrawal. Now that I thought about it, I was having Julia withdrawal too. Nothing could be done on that front tonight, though.
I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't get my mind to shut down. I thought about Katie and Julia, and about how our polyamorous relationship would work. I was both excited and terrified by the prospects. Both were wonderful women, though they were very different in personality and temperament. Being one third of that love triangle might be the best thing in the world some days, but I'm sure that it would be an impossible mission on some others. It was still a new situation, but I had already decided to give both of those girls my all.
Sleep continued to evade me, so I popped in one of my favorite movies, "From Paris with Love." I watched the screen in a trance barely being able to pay attention to what was happening in the movie. My phone chimed, and lit up, showing that I had a new text message. I unlocked the screen, and read it.
Katie: I can't wait until later Jack. I'll be down in a min. We will just have to be extra quiet, so they don't hear us.
A huge grin slid over my face, and I felt my cock thickening in anticipation. After about ten seconds there was a rather loud knock at the door. It was strange for her to knock like that. My sister knew that I always leave my door unlocked at night.
"Jack, honey; are you awake?" It was my mom. Shit! I quickly typed in a reply to Katie, it read simply:
Me: ABORT
"Yeah, come in mom. I'm awake." The door opened, and my mom came in wearing her well-worn red robe. It was her "comfortable" robe. She still wore it despite the fact that my sister and I had recently given her two robes as gifts. It would have brought a smile to my lips if it weren't for the excellent chance that my sister could pop into my room half naked at any second. "What's going on?"
"I have some bad news, sweetie." My mom had a grave expression. Just then Katie slid quietly through the open door, and stopped behind mom. My sister's eyes were huge, and a look of panic was on her face. Mercifully, she was wearing a modest t-shirt, and a pair of plain cotton panties; which for her was pretty much the norm for her sleeping attire. My mom turned to her and said, "Katie, its good you are here. There something I need to tell you, and this way I only have to say it once." I sat up in bed, confused.
"I couldn't sleep, and I was going to have Jack rub my back. It always relaxes me." I cringed inwardly at my sister's impromptu explanation of her presence in my room. It always makes you look guilty if you give an explanation before someone asks for it. It was too late now though. What happened to the genius of lies?
"Of course, Katelyn," my mom said in a distracted way. "Sit down, please." I saw the fear in her eyes, but she made herself sit woodenly on my bed anyway.
"What's going on mom?" I said again, before Katie bumbled around anymore, and raised even more suspicions.
"Your father just got the call. Your Great Aunt Barb passed away a few minutes ago. She went peacefully in her sleep, so she didn't suffer. There was no attempt to resuscitate her, as she had a do not resuscitate order in place." It seemed as if Katie and I released the breaths we had been unknowingly holding at the same time.
"That's horrible mom," I said. "How is dad taking it?" Katie got up and hugged mom. I knew that there were tears running down my sister's beautiful face. Mom patted my sister's wild red curls in comfort.
"It wasn't a shock. He is taking it as well as can be expected. She was always his favorite aunt. She pretty much raised him after his parents died." I heard Katie's faint sobs as her tears soaked into the red robe. I felt bad, but I couldn't bring myself to tears over a woman who treated Katie like shit for so many years.
"When is the funeral?" I couldn't think of anything else to say, and it felt too awkward just to sit there and look at them dry eyed. My mom slowly extricated herself from my sister, and Katie sat down next to me, and hugged me in a sisterly embrace.
"Well," she said, as if answering this question was uncomfortable, "I guess it will be later this week. The problem is that Barb's sister Ruby wants her buried close to her in South Carolina, and the funeral will be held down there."
"In South Carolina?" I said with unexpected indignation, especially since I never even liked Barb. "That's bullshit! All her family lives up here in Michigan, why shouldn't she be buried up here?" Kay let go of me, and gave me a dirty look.
"I guess Barb left all that stuff up to Ruby, and that is what she wants. We will all be going down there the day after tomorrow, and staying until the funeral is over. I know that you never got along with her, Jackson; but your attendance is non-negotiable." My sister gave me the same laser-beam-eyes that my mom was giving me.
"I understand," I said. "I will go, and do what needs to be done for the family. I just feel so bad for dad."
"Your dad will be O.K. You two need to try to get some sleep. You should only stay in here a few minutes, Katie. I know it's tough on you two, but if you stay up all night talking you won't be able to do what needs to be done tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am," she said sweetly. My mom turned, and walked to the door, and then she turned to say one more thing.
"Kids, I know that your Great Aunt Barb wasn't the friendliest person in the world, especially to you Katie, but she loved you both dearly."
"I know, mom." My sister said this in a completely convincing voice, but after she looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, kids."
"Goodnight, mom," we chimed in unison, like we did when we were both five years old. We sat looking at each other for at least three whole minutes after my mom closed the door gently behind her.
"I really do need a back rub now," my sister said with a sigh. "I thought we were busted for sure." She slipped her shirt up over her head, and lay down on my bed. I slipped into the old habit of rubbing her back; rhythmically rubbing her skin softly, first with my fingers, then alternating with my nails. I could feel the tension melting out of the muscles in her back. She said nothing for a long while, but I was happy to let her relax, and to just be close to the woman I loved.
"I feel like such a fucking bastard." I said this bluntly, and without preamble.
"Why's that, Jack? That's just silly." I let my nails go softly over her magnificent panty clad ass, and she giggled.
"I spent all of my life hating Aunt Barb for the way that she treated you, and now that she's gone, I will never be able to make it right between us. Now all the memories that I have of her will be bitter, and I will never have a chance to make any more memories with her." She just let me say what was on my mind. "That really makes me feel shitty, Kay. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"
"Yeah, I do big bro. I really do." I planted several soft kisses on her shoulder blades while I inhaled the strawberry scent of her shampoo. Finally she broke her silence. "Jack, she was responsible for the state of affairs between the two of you. I know that she treated me shitty for almost my entire life. Until I was twelve, I tried really hard to win her approval. It was like nothing that I did was ever good enough: not one single fucking thing! After I turned twelve, it just seemed like I had enough, and figured out that no matter what I did, I would never get the approval that I wanted from her. I know that you just hated that bitter old bitch because of me. I remember the first time that you told her to leave me alone, and to stop being such a bitch." She laughed, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I remember that. I was grounded for two weeks during summer vacation. Mom wouldn't let me do anything but sit in my room. She took away my TV, and everything else. I remember you sneaking me your iPod and headphones, so that I would have something to listen to." She turned over, and faced me; her smile etched firmly on her luscious lips. "You are so wonderful, Kay. You have always been so good to me." She leaned in slowly, and kissed me; first softly, then with increasing heat. My cock, which had been lifeless since mom broke the bad news, began to stir in my boxers. The kiss stretched on, and when it finally broke, I sighed.
"What?" she queried, apparently about my sigh.
"I don't know if it would be right for us to do it now, after hearing about Aunt Barb." She leaned in, and kissed me again; hard. I resisted at first, but after a few seconds I relented to her devouring of my mouth with her hungry kiss. She broke the kiss abruptly, and smiled a wolfish grin.
"We should definitely do it now, big bro. We are fucking alive! What is a better celebration of being alive than making love?" Her logic was impeccable, and with how hard my dick was from kissing her, I was not inclined to argue.
"We have to be quick about it," I said, "and we have to be quiet. Mom probably isn't asleep up there, and she might be waiting for you to come back to your room."
"OK," she mumbled, as she slid her panties over her hips. "We'll skip most of the foreplay, and get down to the nitty-gritty. I'm soaking wet anyways." Before I could reply, she was using both hands to try to pull my boxers down. "C'mon, a little help here, Jack!" I scooted my hips up, and she slid my boxer briefs down, and kicked them off my feet. She pushed my shoulders flat to the bed, straddled me, and looked me directly in the face. I expected a kiss, not more talk. "I need you to listen to me for a second, Jack." She looked serious.
"Yeah, Kay, I'm listening."
"I want you to let me know when you get ready to cum, because I want you to pull out."
"O.K. No problem, but we could always use a condom. I have some in my nightstand."
"I don't like the way they feel. They are creepy. I love being with you bareback, it feels so good, but you can't keep cumming inside me; at least until I can get to the doctor and get on the pill, or something."
"Yeah, sure Kay..." My response was cut short by her kiss, which was fine with me. I needed her kisses more than oxygen, and it seemed that she needed mine the same. As our tongues dueled, I felt her line my cock up with a dainty little hand, and push back against it, sliding me slowly inside her. She broke our kiss, and shuddered with a small orgasm.
"God, Jack, I've wanted you so bad. It's been almost two whole weeks. I never thought that being together while at home would be so hard for us." The only hard thing I could think of was my cock. I pushed up against her, shoving more of my man-meat inside her tiny wet twat. She leaned back, to get better positioned to ride me. Her head hung back in ecstasy, as I grabbed her hips, and pulled her farther down onto my steel hard pole. She was extremely tight; almost to the point of being painful. I know that she did exercises to keep her pussy so tight, and there was nobody in the world that was more appreciative of that than I was.
I could feel that keeping this encounter brief on my end wouldn't be a problem.
She put her hands on my chest, and started moving up and down on my cock; and every four or five strokes, she would put a little twist in her hips. This was something entirely new. She grinned again at me when our eyes made contact, then she threw her head back again, as she slammed harder down on my cock, driving me inside her as far as I could go. Every time she would twist her hips, my toes would curl up just a little bit. I moved my right hand, and I started to play with her clit with my thumb, in time to her grinding. This was an excellent strategy on my part because it let me focus a tiny bit on something other than how amazing that my sister's pussy felt.
I looked up at her, and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. A slight sheen of sweat coated her pale, freckled skin, and her red hair was curled in burnished copper ringlets; as she rode me like some majestic Greek goddess of sex. Her breath seemed to come in pants, then in gasps, then I felt her pussy tighten, and convulse in an insanely intense orgasm.
She stopped riding me, and sat rigid on my cock. I hardly missed a beat, but began to thrust up into her with the same rhythm that she had been using to ride me. I could tell that she was struggling with all her might not to cry out loudly, and she was doing a hell of a job. The only sound she made was a half moan, half gurgle. After about thirty seconds, she lay against my chest limply, still tensing with the occasional random pussy spasm.
She lay there for maybe a minute, then sat bolt upright and pulling herself out of my embrace. "I'm sorry, babe, but time is of the essence here. We need to take care of you."
"It's fine, Kay. You can take another couple minutes to enjoy your afterglow." Her look of determination was enough to shut me up. She was right, we had been trying to do this quick; and although I had been cooled down a touch by her break, I was still pretty damn close to my own orgasm. I gave myself a mental high five for lasting longer than her after the addition of her hip twist. She rode me slower than before, because she knew that slower was better for me. My enjoyment must have been evident on my face, because she started doubling up on the twists. No matter how good it felt, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her huge, firm breasts bounced and swayed with her efforts, and I was hypnotized by her beauty.
Then she loaded the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. Between the twists, she began to tighten her pussy when she pulled back, milking my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head, and then she rolled her hips twice, and milked me on the way back. A low moan escaped my lips.
"Oh god, Kay! I'm really close!" I whispered, but only in the loosest interpretation of the word. I expected her to spring off me, but she milked twice more, and did two more hip rolls. It took all that I had to hold back from cumming. My back arched, and my toes curled, and at the last minute, she slid down my body until she was head to head with my cock, grabbed it in her tiny hand, and pumped it furiously. I could hold it no more, and I let loose, spurting huge globs of jizz across her lightly freckled cheeks, into her left eye, into her beautiful red hair, down her slim neck, and onto her firm teenage breasts.
"Holy shit, Jack!" she exclaimed in a low voice. I started giggling, and couldn't stop. She was literally covered in my spunk from the tits up. I knew that I normally came a lot, but this was a humongous load for me. I think it would probably be a huge load for the average Tijuana donkey show. She looked at me seriously for a second with her one open eye, and she began to giggle too. She made a show of pulling some of my spunk from her cum covered eye with her finger, and licking it off. She then did the prudent thing, and retrieved her shirt from the floor and toweled herself off. She giggled to herself. "Maybe next time I will just swallow it, instead of going for the porn star finish." This ridiculous statement made the both of us giggle even more, until she made a shushing sound, and became a bit more serious. She stood up, and pulled her panties on and slipped her semen drenched shirt over her wild mane of curls. "This is going to be really hard, Jack. Living so close to you and not being able to touch you all the time feels so wrong." I saw unshed tears in her eyes. "We are not doing anything wrong. Our love is beautiful, and right. It is the single best thing to ever happen to me."
I was touched by her words. I stood up, and took her in my arms. "It will be easier when we are away at college, Kay. After we get back from South Carolina, we will go look for a ring, so we can pretend that we are married when we go away. Hell, we could even get married for real." Her green eyes locked onto mine, but she kept whatever she thought about my last comment to herself.
"I love you, Jack." She pulled away, kissed me gently, and silently left my room. I stood there looking at the empty space that my sister had just occupied for several minutes before I sat down on the bed. Would it be as easy as that? Would college solve our problems, or just give us new ones? I lay back in bed, and it wasn't until after the sun came up that I finally found a bit of solace in dreams.
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Scott* | literotica |
Title: Super Pup! by ShouTeru
Tags: Anal, Character Development, Cub, Ferret, Husky, M/M, Oral, Spooge, Superheroes, Violence (Not In Yiff)
DISCLAIMER: This story contains Cub Porn, and if you aren't into this kind of stuff, you should not continue reading. If you are under the age of 18, you should not continue reading. If you are caught reading this under the age of 18, I am not responsible for the consequences that follow. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ There was still a week before school started, and the Comic Convention, Comic-Con 9: Shiau Jiitsuu, was opening in an hour, I had to be the first one there! Just getting a ticket was very hard, and I already got mine. I just had to be first to everything. I rolled over in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, staring at the painting of Draconei Kurusu, one of my favorite superheroes. Aside from Koru and Chikun, Draconei was one of the only dragon heroes. I sat there ready to fall back asleep before I heard my brother Gregory scream at me, "HEY SQUIRT, GET UP! We have to go to that Convention thing you were talking about!" "Oh man! I almost totally forgot, can we stop at Chester's and get him to come too? I did get an extra ticket!" I asked. "Whatever, as long as you don't get stuck in one of the rides and I have to wait for hours on end for you to get out," Greg said as he walked out the room. I threw on my shoes, and walked out the door. We rolled down 20th until we got to Lawrence Avenue and stopped in front of Chester's house. I ran up to the door and rang the doorbell. The white ferret answered the door with a snicker, and then burst into laughter. "What's so funny?" I asked angrily. He motioned to my waist, and I finally noticed that I had left the house with just my boxers and a pair of shoes on. He invited me in to get some clothing on, considering he wore the same size as me. I picked out clothes that he allowed me to keep for good, a pair of faded jeans with a big white saint mark on the right leg, and a red and orange sunburst shirt. As I began to slip the jeans over my red and blue striped boxers, Charlie asked the most awkward question ever, "So...what's the KC stand for on your boxers?" "That's kind of personal, Charlie," I told him, trying not to sound nervous. "Well, another question I wanted to ask is how you've been able to fit them even though you've been wearing them since you were 6, you're turning 15 in a few days, and you are STILL able to fit them!" Charlie said. "If you REALLY must know, the KC stands for Koru and Chikun. You see, these two dragon superheroes are red and blue, thus, the red and blue stripes. There, happy now?" I said playfully. "Yeah, I should've known that, you and your superheroes," Charlie said with a chuckle. "Let's Go!" "Where?" "To the Comic-Con!" We spent the next half hour riding to the site of the Convention, and we happened to get there 5 minutes before opening, giving us the opportunity of being the first ones inside. We hurried inside, and walked straight to the autograph booth, where Draconei himself was sitting. My heart was beating so fast, it was if a spacecraft was in hyper drive bouncing around my heart. I ran up to the desk, and pulled my boxers out of my pants, with some technique I learned from Gregory. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "W-w-w-w-would you pl-pl-pl-please s-s-s-s-sign my boxer-ers, Mr. Draconei," I said, almost fainting. "Sure, I'd love to, but why your boxers?" He asked. "My boxers are from your TV show with Koru and Chikun! It'd be an honor for you to sign my boxers!" I screamed in excitement. "As long as you settle down, I'll give you a free signature, \~wink\~," Draconei said, trying to get me to calm down. I simply melted onto the table, I was THAT psyched that I was getting a free signature from DRACONEI!
I took my boxers back and slipped the pair of boxers back on in the bathroom; that was the only problem with that trick I learned, I didn't know how to reverse it. I started to run out of the bathroom, only to find Charlie standing in front of the door, pushing me back inside. That was the crappy thing, he was taller and stronger than me, I was 5'2" he was 5'9". I couldn't do anything to stop him. He threw me into an empty stall and began to undo my pants, "What are you doing?!" I yelled at him before getting smacked. "If you want to make it out of this without me telling your brother what happened to you, I suggest you shut it!" Charlie said in a harsh tone of voice. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Because, I've always...kind of...liked you," He said blushing. I couldn't help but blush myself, mainly because I liked him too, but not in that way. I began to say something before I realized he was already pumping his cock into my virgin hole. I couldn't help but scream at the pain and moan in pure ecstasy. I was sure glad there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom, and that Gregory was nowhere to be found. "This feels so painful, but so good. Ah-ah...please...stop...I don't want this, but I want it so much. I don't...know what to...think," I said. "I know that you want it, and I know I want it...Ugh...ugh...ugh...UMF UMF UMF this feels so great! Your hole is so tight," Charlie said as he was pounding my ass. I felt his hot red flesh inside my hole, pressing against my prostate, pushing that hot spot that just made me feel so good. I began to feel some hot sticky substance jet inside my pucker, and it felt really good in me. He began to pull out of my ass, and I could feel the pleasure rising as I let my cum spill out into the toilet and all over the floor. I cleaned my ass with some toilet paper and cleaned Charlie's cock. "That...was great...let's...do that again...sometime," Charlie said panting. "If I was actually gay...then maybe...I don't know what to believe right now," I said. Then, I woke up. ‘It was all a dream?' I thought to myself, ‘That had to have happened; it was so real. I couldn't have been dreaming, it just didn't feel like a dream.' I checked my butt to see if there were any signs of sex, and what do you know, I had a tattoo of a paw-print that hadn't been there the day before. I was also somehow in Charlie's bed, maybe I was brought there. I'll have to find out what happened later, for now, I think I'll just go back to sleep.
THUS CONCLUDING CHAPTER 1\~\~ | FSE |
Title: House of Love Pt. 01
Tags: mind control, anal, mastrubation, blow job, male dominant, submission, cum, deep throat, father daughter sex, seduction
*Foreword
If you are looking for a quick stroke, wrong story. There is no sex for some time. This beginning explores how mind control was established. It is essential to understanding everything that happens later.
They say that you should write about what you know. The story you are about to read is true.
Well, mostly true. Kind of like those made-for-TV movies that are "based on" actual events. A person who had witnessed the real life events couldn't recognize what came on the screen. But the bones of the story definitely happened. Yep, there was a church and the preacher wound up fucking anything that moved.
He used twisted theology to manipulate women he wanted to use for sex. He used that same twisted teaching to manipulate their men into enthusiastically participating in the debauchment of their wives and daughters. Single women were just that much easier. Also, there are always some who are not manipulated at all, they like what is going on and join in, eyes wide open. Basics are real. Details supplied by imagination.
This happened in the late 70's. What was done was a perversion of what was bad theology to begin with. The bad theology was called the Shepherding Movement. Google it. In the hands of someone with a hard cock and no scruples, well, you'll see.
And, may I say, that if you experienced this same crap, don't think that I am writing about your local adventure. The teachings were wide spread. I am sure that not everywhere that taught some version of this, produced the resulting perversions that occurred in my location.
But it had to happen other places as well. It was just too easy to do. I have taken pains to disguise the location and created outrageous events in order to disguise people and places. If what you experienced actually matches the crazy that falls out of my brain, well then, shit damn.
I was there. A stupid, naive kid who at the time didn't realize what the hell was going on. I only figured it out later. And thought, "How the fuck did I miss all of that?" I just never expected this kind of thing to go on. I never expected a church to be evil. It did not fit my paradigm of reality, so I never interpreted what I saw, in a way that would lead me to believe that these things were actually happening. Like I said, stupid. Delusional. Young.
One last thing, just because this religious figure turned out to be the asshole to end all assholes, don't paint all religion with that brush. I experienced this shit and I don't assume that every Pastor, Priests, Rabbi, or whatever is corrupt. There are many fine examples who are working for the benefit of their people. Most often doing it for subsistence wages. If they drive a Rolls or live in a mansion, go ahead, assume the worst. I'd almost guarantee it.
Everyone in this story is eighteen years or older.*
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Introduction
It probably started out as a good idea. Someone thought that it would be helpful to people seeking spiritual enlightenment be more accountable to each other. Mature believers would share wisdom and lessons learned. They would be mutually submitted to the spiritual authority each of them carried. Newer believers would have the more experienced and mature believers to guide them. Great! Free help from people who have already been there, done that. So far so good.
Usually that meant the leaders were exercising spiritual authority over younger individuals. That may be pushy, nosy and somewhat intrusive, but there are lots of inexperienced young people out there making a lot of bad mistakes. But one small piece was added to the more conventional program that produced a radical departure from what had traditionally been taught in the past. It also departed from what was intended by those very moral people who invented this teaching. They never anticipated that evil would hijack what they said.
But they should have known better. In the story of Adam and Eve, the Serpent tempts Eve to sin by slightly misquoting what God had said. The very best lies are 95% truth. It looks like the real thing. It sounds good. But it will take you on a direct rocket ride to hell.
The problem lay in the variant Jack taught, where the mature spiritual advisors took it upon themselves to claim actual authority over the daily activities of those they advised. They pushed advising to controlling. If you did not obey the "God-ordained "authorities in the church, then you were rebelling against God Himself.
The young people that they were dealing with were often at loose ends. They needed someone older, more experienced, to have that authority to tell them not to do things that will screw up their life. Or give them positive direction that would benefit them. This kind of input should have been in the hands of loving parents. The kind of thing that, in a world long gone by, normally happened.
Even in the hands of advisors who, at least cared about the welfare of the people they watched over, it was a fairly benign thing. It was not good theology. Certainly the Bible, which they claimed as the source of this nonsense, never taught the things that they tortured out of it. But this error opened the door to a petty incarnation of Satan himself. In the hands of a lust filled, dominant personality like Jack Baylor, it became the means by which he satisfied his perverted sexual urges.
Jack was in his early 50's. His hair was full and wavy, graying at the temples, some salt and pepper, but mostly still dark. He was a tall man, some might have considered him handsome in a rugged, western sort of way. Which is where he was from, out west. No one would have every called him pretty. His features were too broad for that.
But Jack's looks were not the thing that got him what he wanted. He accomplished that through the force of his dominating personality. He was the kind of man who took what he wanted through intimidation. Never physical intimidation, there were no threats of violence, but if he found leverage or weakness, he was the type of person who would use it to his advantage.
Corruption is something that in most people does not appear all at once. It is a thing most often that creeps up into people. It usually starts off with little things. Petty violations of standards. But if something does not check its progress, it can continue to warp a person until they are consumed. The thing is, most people never have the chance to express, in significant ways, the evil that has penetrated their soul. They are limited by the lack of power to carry out their desires.
If corruption and power ever do get together, bad things happen. Think Washington, DC. Yet, there is a lot of evil that exists on a much smaller scale. Jack was a small time devil.
Jack started out trying to help young people who were lost spiritually. There were lots of them and someone had started a coffee house to attract just that sort. They wanted to reach out to kids on the streets. It worked. Many of those in their late teens and 20's came by to hear music and meet new people. A regular crowd developed.
Jack started off as just one of the volunteers. He liked helping "the kids", as he thought of them. Many of them were from broken homes or had bad relationships with their parents. Some had been abused. Others were just young people who had moved out and were trying to find their place in the world.
What they had in common was need. Need to be loved, need to be valued, need for someone to listen to them. What they needed was a Dad. Tom filled that need. That's what they began to call him, "Dad."
In most volunteer organizations, if you stick around long enough, you wind up in charge. Most people who aren't getting paid to do a job eventually find other, more profitable things to do. Or they just burn out, or get tired, or get discouraged. Some don't, most do. Jack hung in there and eventually, by default, he ran the place.
The coffee house was going great. The crowds grew. At some point they ran out of space. They needed something larger, so they bought a house for cheap. It was an older two story. A bit run down. Right next door to a strip club. Yeah, cheep. Who wants the family to live next door to a place with loud music until 2 AM, along with naked women that are used for sexual stimulation and/or satisfaction? Did I mention the drunks?
They tore down all of the interior walls that they could on the first floor. Opened up the space so they could put in lots of chairs for meetings. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms accessed by the only stair up to the 2nd floor. Great spaces to convert into offices. Quite. Private. Limited access. Controllable.
Plenty of room for a desk and chairs and couches, even a day bed if someone wanted. Nice, soft but sturdy surfaces. Great for sitting on, kneeling on, laying on. And if someone had a bit of a kinkier mind, plenty of places to tie off to.
During the move, it was a good time to make some changes. They closed the old coffee house and put a sign out on the new property that said, "House of Love." They were already a nonprofit organization. It was easy to morph into a church. Regular Sunday services and all that. Jack was now a minister.
The young people liked him. They liked the friends they made at the gatherings. It became like a family. For some, it was the only caring family they had ever known. They bonded to each other. They bonded to "Dad."
In the beginning, "Dad" taught the usual Christian stuff. And he told them how special they were. How special the House of Love was. How there was no other place like it. They had something unique that no one else had.
The young crowd agreed. They craved hearing it. They were special. They were different. They had something unique that no other church had to offer. They stood apart because of the specialness of their church and the specialness of the people who were a part of their group. It became their identity.
Because of the special nature of their church, they separated themselves from other religious houses. Those other places couldn't offer what they found at the House of Love. It was better. They were better. "Dad" was the best. He offered unique insights into spiritual matters that those other churches just couldn't see. If you wanted to be truly spiritual, you needed to be at the House of Love and listen to the teachings of Jack Baylor.
Their lives began to center around the House of Love. "Dad" was there to tell them what God said. He taught them the things that they were supposed to believe. And they did believe. Anyone who doubted or, God forbid, disagreed with whatever "Dad" said, must be from Satan.
Jack's dominating, assertive personality overwhelmed the doubters. Open defiance earned an invitation to not come back. The group became more homogeneous, less diverse in thinking or belief. They listened to only one voice, the voice of "Dad". He told them what God wanted them to do. Whatever "Dad" said, God said. It must be right. They became more isolated from the general society. Increasingly they only socialized with each other. They reinforced each others belief in the rightness of whatever "Dad" told them to believe.
Jack's influence over his flock grew. They were his. They believed. They obeyed. He had power over them. Almost complete power. Lots of young, impressionable people. Especially notice the many young, pretty, slim, attractive girls; most single, some newly married. All who would believe whatever he told them to believe. All who would do whatever he told them to do.
Jack began to teach from the latest fad sweeping parts of the American church. It was called the Shepherding Movement. Respectable people affirmed it. The beliefs relevant to this situation stated that the leaders in the church were appointed by, and had authority from God.
This authority enabled these leaders to direct the lives of the followers. The members were to submit to the authority of the leaders. To not be submissive to the leaders, was to be not submissive to God. "Submission" became a frequently used word. The people who invented this teaching never contemplated how it could be used by a twisted, controlling bastard like Jack.
The axiom to "Submission", according to Jack, is that whatever a leader told you to do was of necessity what God wanted you to do. Apparently, sometimes what God wanted a young wife to do was lube up her ass and let Jack fuck her raw while her husband was at work. Or eat pussy while he watched. Whatever Jack was in the mood for. But we're getting ahead of the story.
Lord Acton said, ""Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Jack did not have absolute power. He could not physically force anyone to do anything. But he did control the thinking of this group. He had great influence on everyone there and in practical reality he controlled the minds of many of them. He enjoyed that.
Not that everyone who came around fell completely under his control. There was the core group who were more or less under his sway. There was an outer ring of people who hung around, but were never drawn into the center. Occasionally there were people who came, liked what they saw on the outside, but once they found out what really went on in those upstairs offices, left as fast as they could.
People grow up with some kind of morality. Not everyone agrees on exactly what is right or wrong, but everyone has a list. How to get someone to do something that is on their "wrong" list?
Some famous studies have shown that many people will commit actions that violate their personal list of "wrong" things, if they believe that instructions to do so come from a legitimate authority. True fact. I am not making this up. On the extreme end of the scale, "I was only following orders." Jawhol!
Jack told his congregation that the Bible taught that they were supposed to submit to his authority. If he told them to do anything that was wrong, and they did it, it was not their responsibility. They were not responsible for the morality of their actions if they were doing something because he had directed them to do it.
For example, if Jack had directed a beautiful young wife to get down on her knees and suck his cock, it was not wrong for her to do so. In theory, if anyone had thought about it, it might be wrong for him to direct her to do this thing, but it was right for her to do it. Submission absolving responsibility is a wonderful thing. Yes, God does want you to swallow.
Chapter 1
Sheila moved to the city because of the job. There wasn't much work where she was from and she didn't want to spend her life in a dead end existence like so many of her friends were going to do. Finish High School, marry the boyfriend, get a low wage job, get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, keep the fridge stocked with beer for your lazy husband.
It wasn't really much of a job, but it was an escape; an escape into a world of possibilities. Whatever came, it had to be better that what was going to happen if she stayed. But escape from the familiar, the known, came with a price. It was lonely. All of her family and all of her friends were left behind. She was looking for friends. She needed some kind of social life.
Bill watched as Sheila walked across the factory floor. He had been working with her for about a month and a half. She had been put on the same shift when the schedules had gotten shuffled by management. Bill thought that she was a very nice looking. Not drop dead gorgeous, but definitely above average.
The best feature in Bill's mind was her delectable rear. The uniform pants she wore just seen to mold to themselves to those glorious mounds. What an ass! It was small, tight, very boy like, but that is just what Bill wanted. It just made him want to grab on and bury his tongue in that sweet crack. Sheila was of slim frame with what seemed to be almost no hips. She didn't wear women's pants, she wore those from the uniform supply company men's catalogue.
Sheila was 5'6" around 125 lbs. Beautiful wavy brunette hair, which was worn mid length, reaching down to the top of her shoulders. While on the job, Sheila had figured how to wind it up on the top of her head and get it all stuffed under the ball cap everyone wore as part of the uniform. Terrible accidents could happen if it ever got caught in some of the machinery.
She has nice breasts. Not large, 32 C, but her slim frame and almost boyish hips, made them stand out. If anyone had ever seen them, they would have called them perky. They would have admired the perfectly proportioned areola with a delightful bud on top. Perfect for sucking. But no one ever had. Just like no one had ever seen her beautiful pussy, or tasted its delightful juices or felt its tightness. Sheila was a 19 year old virgin.
You could just tell. She looked like the prototypical girl next door, wholesome, innocent, your younger sister. You could imagine that she had never said an unkind word to anyone in her whole life. And that would not be far from the truth.
Bill's mind wandered to fantasy. He daydreamed about stroking his hard cock in and out of that tight rose bud. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Bill realized that, from the back, Sheila looked just like a guy. But his mind was not ready to let him realize the implications of that knowledge.
Later in the day, Bill decided that if he was ever to have a chance at his fantasy, he needed to get to know Sheila. As fate would have it, friends of friends that he had just met, recently invited him to a get together at some weird church thing called House of Love. He had never heard of it and didn't really know the people who had invited him.
Bill had heard Sheila once talking about going to church back home and he thought if he asked her to go to something like this, maybe she would say, "Yes." He had never been religious. A few times his parents had taken him to a church on Easter or Christmas Eve. He had hated having to sit on a hard pew for an hour listening to bad singing and boring sermons. Religion was something he never thought about, but if that is what it took to get into those panties, well, he really loved that ass.
"Hi Sheila!"
"Hey Bill."
"Some friends of mine asked me to a social at a church they go to. I was wondering if maybe you would like to go also."
"Where is it going to be?"
"Some place called House of Love. I've never been there, but people say it's really cool. Almost everyone that goes there is our age and I was thinking it would be a good place to meet some new people who weren't into drugs and stuff."
Sheila thought about that and how lonely she was in this new city. She would like to make more friends, especially if they weren't into lots of bad things. She had met a few people, but mostly stayed to herself because most guys just wanted in her pants. Most of the girls seemed to be jealous of the guys' reaction to her.
She did not understand why people acted this way. She had little experience with boys. Her parents were very strict and Father never let her go out on any dates, except in very controlled circumstances. She could spend time with a boy if they were going on an outing with the youth group from her church. That insured that she would never be alone with just him.
She had been taught that somehow sex was bad. No one ever actually said that, but the subject was never openly talked about. When it was discussed, it was always in terms of restrictions. Don't do this, never let a boy do that. Don't think about boys or sex. Masturbation could send you to Hell. Sex is strictly for marriage, between husband and wife only.
It was for procreation. There was never once a mention about pleasure, especially no mention of orgasms. What was communicated, without ever hearing the words, is that sex was an undesirable, but necessary part of relations between husband and wife. It was a wife's duty to satisfy her husband's base animal cravings.
The boys she was allowed to "date", even under those circumstances, were carefully screened by her father. There were very few boys that ever even asked, because they were all so scared of her dad. She would never think of disobeying him. The Bible said that you were supposed to obey your parents. The Father was the head of the house. He was the unquestioned authority. He was the man, and that's the way God made thing to be. You had better do what God wanted you to do, or else. So she was an obedient daughter. What her father wanted was all that mattered.
She had been on just a few a dates with boys since she had arrived in her new home. It was awkward because she had never gone out like that, just her and a boy, alone together, until she had left home. She was uncomfortable with the situation and they had all turned out badly, as the boys expected to make out and more.
So Sheila decided that Bill's invitation might be a nice outing. Just like the youth group at her church back home. She wouldn't have to be alone with a boy. If she drove her own car to the location, she wouldn't be dependent on some guy she barely knew for a way home. Bill seemed nice enough, but she didn't know him very well and was tired of getting burned.
Sheila drove to the House of Love to meet up with Bill. The building was located just off of a main thoroughfare on a residential street. There was a strip club on the corner facing the main street. The House of Love was a two story house that had been converted to its present use. It faced the residential street.
It sat on two acres of ground. The large lot was an indication that this house had been originally constructed when this part of the city had been rural. Lots this size were now just too expensive for anything but the larger luxury homes. They had huge price tags, but none were built in this area.
The city had grown up and surrounded this last refuge of a time gone by. The other residences on the same street were run down. The kind of lacking maintenance look that indicated rentals. Landlords put in the minimum effort to avoid citation and tenants didn't care.
The house had been built toward the back of the property which left a large front yard. It served as the parking area. The cars were roughly in lines. Mostly older, nothing expensive except for one which was parked close to the entrance. As Sheila found a spot and pulled in, she saw lots of people milling around outside.
There was a mass of people in the yard near the front of the building. It was early evening, the sky was darkening, but one could still see everything that was going on. There were lights attached to the exterior walls that were illuminating the ground. Not really necessary at this time, but soon they would be.
She turned off the ignition and climbed out. Walking toward the group, she felt as if this would be a safe encounter. The people looked to be mostly her age, some older, a few families with younger children. It looked like a church picnic back home, but with the population heavily shifted toward those in their late teens and Twenties.
As she approached, she began to appraise how the crowd was dressed. They were all dressed with proper modesty, conservative, but on the edge of conservative. More cleavage than would have been allowed back home, especially at church. There was nothing wrong with what the women were wearing, it was just that there were a couple more buttons unbuttoned than she was used to. A little more skin shown, the dresses a little shorter.
Some of the guys dressed just a bit provocatively also. Tighter jeans that showed some bulge where it counted. One guy with an athlete's chest was wearing a gauze shirt that showed off his physique. It was next to nude as the gauze covered, but concealed nothing. He looked like a model from a magazine. A girl's heart could skip a beat. The crowd was sexy, but not slutty. It was subtle. Still a "church" crowd, but with an edge.
"Hi! How are you? I'm Jill and this is my husband Mike. I don't think I've seen you around here before."
"No. This is my first time. A friend invited me, but I don't see him" Sheila replied. "My name is Sheila, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. Who is your friend? Maybe we can help you find him."
"Well, his name is Bill, but I think that this is his first time also. We work together and I think some friends of friends invited him and he then told me about it, so I thought I would come to see what was going on. The way he described it, it seemed like it would be nice. I'm new in town and I would like to make some friends who aren't into drinking or drugs. He's supposed to meet me here."
"Is Bill your boyfriend?" Mike asked.
"No, just some guy I work with. Seemed harmless enough, so I agreed to meet him here so we both could check it out."
"Well, come inside. We'll show you around and introduce you to people. Maybe we can find Bill."
"Thanks."
Mike and Jill took Sheila inside. The interior of the downstairs had been gutted. All of the interior walls had been removed to open up the space. Where first floor walls had once carried the weight of the upper level, now posts and beams substituted. The area was rectangular in shape, with a set of enclosed stairs running up along one wall on the long axis.
Being enclosed meant that you could not watch someone walk up the stairs, or down for that matter. You could only observe someone on the stairs if you stood at the end of them and looked up. From that perspective, all that could be seen was the far wall of the landing at the head of the stairway. Nothing could be seen of the layout of the upstairs. It was very private.
As Mike and Jill showed Sheila around, they remained close by her side. There was frequently physical contact between the three of them. Jill was pressed close on one side of Sheila and that, in turn, pressed her into Mike. That was to be expected, Sheila thought, it was crowded.
But it was also nice. Sheila could feel Mike's body against hers. It felt good. Mike was nice looking, maybe you could say handsome. Certainly he was not unattractive. His body was toned, not like a body builder, but like someone who got exercise regularly. Jill was lucky to have a guy like this. This was the kind of guy Sheila would like to have.
He was nice, spoke well, and was open, warm and not pushy. Jill seemed the same. A really nice couple. Sheila was attracted to them in a friendly way. She wasn't having any overt sexual thoughts about Mike, but a young girl couldn't help enjoying the company and feel of a nice man pressed against her. He felt safe, and Jill didn't seem to mind them being close.
As they guided her around the room, Sheila did not consciously notice how frequently Mike put his hands on her. Taking her elbow, his hand at her lower back, on her shoulder, he guided her, controlled where she went, who she met. There were a lot of people to meet, couples, singles of both sex, a few families, teens, middle aged parents, a real variety. It had the feel of a large family reunion. Just what Sheila had been missing since she moved to the city.
Jill turned to Sheila, "I have to so do something. I'll be back in a little while and I would really like to talk with you some more. I have enjoyed meeting you and want to get to know you better. So if you don't mind, would you stay with my husband while I am gone? He'll take good care of you and you can fend off all of the women who want to take him away from me." Sheila heard the mirth in Jill's voice and understood that last line was in fun.
"Sure. I would be happy to! Being with such a nice, good-looking guy a hard job, but somebody has to do it, right?"
Jill looked into Sheila's eyes, "Hold him tight. Enjoy my husband, it's OK. I know that he is enjoying you." With that, she departed. Sheila's eyes followed her as Jill made her way toward the stairs. The angle at which Sheila could observe the stairs, only allowed her to see a couple of the bottom steps.
As Jill began to ascend, another woman appeared to have descended and met Jill right as she began to climb. Sheila watched them as they talked briefly. Sheila couldn't hear them and she had no idea what they said. But when they finished, Jill reached her hand around the back of the other woman's head and drew her in for a kiss. On the lips. Which lingered for just a moment longer than would be expected. And was a little sensuous.
Sheila observed it, and in her subconscious it was noted, but she didn't make anything of it. It was subtle. Nothing that you could really comment on. Just one of those things that worms its way into your mind and you will recall later. Along with other things that your mind will use to form a picture, an understanding.
As Sheila and Mike continued making a circuit, they finally found Bill.
"Hi, Sheila! I've been looking for you."
"Yeah, I was looking for you too. I met Mike and his wife Jill. She's somewhere around here and should be back soon. They've been showing me around and introducing me to lots of people."
"Yeah, I've really been enjoying Sheila's company. She's nice to have close." With that Mike put his arm around Sheila's waist and firmly drew her to his side. He looked directly at Bill. Bill understood the challenge. Mike was communicating to Bill that he was too late. Mike had claimed her and he wasn't going to give her up to Bill. His eyes told Bill that there was nothing that Bill was going to do about it either. In relation to Bill, Mike was the Alpha.
Bill stammered. His fantasy shattered in the presence of the stronger male. Sheila had made no move toward him nor raised any objection to Mike's physical control of her body. She was his.
"Well, OK. I'm glad you are having a good time. See you around sometime." Bill walked away dejected. He returned to a small group of young men, boys almost, he had been talking to before he has spotted Sheila. They were a lot like him. Single, unattached, having no success with girls at all. And funny, from the back, they all looked a lot like Sheila when she had her hair up. Slim, boyish hips, small tight ass. Maybe Bill had found what he was actually looking for.
Sheila looked up at Mike, "Thank you for rescuing me. He's a nice enough boy, but I didn't want him to get the idea that this was a date or something."
"Always happy to rescue a beautiful woman in distress." He leaned down and surprised Sheila with a quick kiss on the lips.
Her hand slid up and caressed his muscular chest. She wasn't aware that she had done that. She was aware that she had enjoyed this stranger's kiss. It was so nice. Masculine but not threatening. There was a little tingle. She had felt so comfortable with Jill and Mike, that the kiss just seemed natural.
"I see that you have been enjoying my man. Can't say I blame you." Jill had returned. She had been gone just over 30 minutes. There was a fire in her eyes as she took Mike's head in both hands and pulled him to her lips for a full blown, lover's passionate melding. Tongues met and spoke French to each other.
"Wow!" Sheila thought. "Jill is so lucky." Sheila was a bit envious. Not that she would ever try to take another woman's man. That was just wrong. But if she should find Mike's twin, well, that would be good.
Mike and Jill finished their kiss. They spoke low to each other so that Sheila could only catch a part of what they said. Even if she had heard all of it, she wouldn't have understood. It just wasn't in her experience to be able to make sense of it. Yet.
"Ummmm. A little salty." Mike said.
"Just the way you like it." Jill whispered. "You know, you could drink straight from the fountain."
"Not my thing."
"But it was so hot when Jenny's husband drank from yours."
"That was his thing to do. He needed to do it."
"Oh yeah, I do understand that. I couldn't agree more. And husband, when we get home and you're hungry, I've got something nice and creamy for you to eat."
"Is Donna at the house or did she go out tonight?"
"I think she is at home."
"I was just thinking how much she likes cream, too."
"But I might run out if we share."
"How about I make her some more? A batch just for her?"
"Oh, I like the sound of that. So will she. But sweetie, you and Donna are going to have to make me my own too, one just for me?"
"Stop it, Jill, or I won't be able to hold out until the end of the party. I'll have to take you home right now. Besides, we need to get to know Sheila."
Mike and Jill did return their attention to Sheila and continued to talk with her and introduce her to the members of the House of Love. Eventually the get-together did wind down. People started to leave. Sheila never did see Bill again that night. In fact, she did not see him again for a long time. Management at the plant did another one of their never ending schedule shuffles.
"Wow! Thanks for the great time. I really enjoyed the party and getting to know both of you. This was really cool."
"We had a great time getting to know you, Sheila," said Jill. "Mike and I both hope you will come back. We would like to talk with you some more. Maybe invite you over to the house."
"That would be nice! Thanks, I'd like that."
Mike chimed in, "If you are interested, there is a service on Sunday at 10AM. You'd be welcome. And lots of people you met tonight will be there. Come check it out. See if you like it."
"I will. I had a good time and all the people I met were so nice to me. I'll see you Sunday."
Mike and Jill watched as Sheila walked to her car. She got the motor started, safely navigated through the maze of cars still in the front yard and drove off down the street.
Jill turned to Mike. "So what did you think of that tasty morsel?"
"Hmmm. Nice. Very nice. A definite possibility." Mike replied.
"I can't wait to watch you take her and make her one of us. She's ready. Ripe for the picking."
"Jill, slow down. You can scare them off if you go too fast. You can't push too hard or tell them everything at once. It takes time for them to accept the truth. We have to give it to them a little bit at the time. You know, draw them slowly. Besides, you know that Jack is always the first one in."
"I know Mike. He was the first in Donna and the first in me, I mean as far as the church is concerned. You know what I mean. After all, we were already married the first time he took me. But you are the one who made us who we are. You are the one who teaches us how to submit to God. Dad is God's instrument, but you are a teacher and the one who shows us the way to complete submission."
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Sheila came to the next service on the following Sunday. She saw Jill and Mike and immediately attached herself to them. It was comfortable to be with the familiar. She was so glad that she had found a nice place to make friends. What a great church. The people were warm, friendly. They were affectionate with each other, lots of kissing and hugging. There were single guys there, nice looking ones, but they were just nice to her, she wasn't getting hit on all the time. They seemed to keep some distance.
She saw the minister, Jack Taylor, for the first time. Also his wife, Lou Ann, who was a pixie. She was as small as he was large. Of course, as he was "Dad", everyone called Lou Ann "Mom". Mike caught Mom's eye and signaled for her to come over.
Mom was just a few years younger than Dad. The striking thing about her was that although she was 50+, she had not given up her femininity. Many women around that age starting cutting their hair in unflattering ways because it was easier to maintain. They let their appearance go, got fat, dressed sloppily. They just no longer made the effort. They seemed to care more about ease than they cared for their husband's needs. They became neuters.
Not this woman. She was fit. Her hair may be completely silver, but she still wore it just past shoulder length. The curls framed her face beautifully, showing off her blue eyes. She was simply a beautiful, sexually appealing woman who happened to be older. But the vitality she exuded made age irrelevant. She was strong, you could feel it. Young cocks made hard around her.
"You must be Sheila." Mom said in enthusiastic greeting. "Mike and Jill told me all about you. You must be so lonely in this big city all by yourself. No family at all! Well, we're your family now. Dad and I will have to spend some time with you and get to know you. We just can't wait to have you!"
Mike eyebrows popped up and a little sound escaped his throat. Jill squeezed his hand hard and her eyes issued a warning for him to keep quite. Sheila was so impressed that the leaders of the church had noticed her and took an interest.
She kept returning week after week. She made progress getting to match names with familiar faces. She talked and chatted with a lot of the wives, husbands and other single women. It was so much fun and she was really bonding with the people. It was nice not to be lonely.
Dad preached every Sunday. It was standard fare, very much like her Pastor back home. Her church wasn't one of those fundamentalist types. No hell fire and brimstone. No calls to have some crisis moment and confess sins or have a 'come to Jesus' moment.
Be a good person. Be moral and treat people nicely, just like you wanted to be treated. Obey the proper authorities, the government, your teachers, your parents, and especially listen to the Pastor, because he was the one who told you what God wanted you to do. Sheila's parents taught her that this was right. So Sheila listened to whatever Dad said, because he was just like the Pastor her parents had taught her to obey. God spoke through him.
Mike and Jill kept her close. Sheila felt protected, safe. They invited her over to their house every Sunday and sometimes during the week also. Sometimes they would invite Sheila over on Friday night. Movie night they called it. Mike had purchased one of the new 4-Head VCR machines. The picture quality was the best.
Jill always picked very romantic movies. The three of the snuggled down under the blankets on the couch to watch together. Jill would get Sheila to sit in between her and Mike and they would both press up on either side. Often, Jill would lean over and give Mike a passionate kiss. Sometimes during really sexy scenes, she would reach over and rub Mike's leg.
Six months went by. The visits for movie nights became more frequent until it was every week. That was in addition to seeing the couple every Sunday at church and spending most Sunday afternoons with them. One night, while they were all watching together, Jill leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear.
"You know how Mike always likes to get a kiss during the real sexy scenes. I've got to get the snacks out of the oven before they burn and there is a good one coming up. If I don't get back in time, give him a good one for me. I'll be back in a minute."
Sheila's eyes got wide and the expression on her face showed uncertainty.
"It's OK. It's just a kiss. You know how affectionate he is. Don't worry. I know that you think he's sexy. Just enjoy it. It's only a kiss. Have fun."
Jill went into the kitchen. She turned off the oven and pulled the snacks out, she placed the sheet on the stove top letting them cool. But she didn't return to Mike and Sheila.
The couch faced the outside wall of the house where the TV and VCR were set up in the entertainment center. The little dining area was between the couch and the kitchen, so when one stood in the door to the kitchen, the view was of the back of the couch. And the backs of the heads of whomever was sitting on the couch. Jill had a completely clear view of Mike and Sheila and the TV. The sexy scene was starting.
Mike leaned over to give Sheila her kiss. Sheila was a little scared about the whole thing. She was afraid Jill would get mad that she was kissing her husband. But then, she was the one who asked her to do it. Sheila was a little confused. But also excited because Mike was handsome and he had always been so nice and respectful.
He gave her a nice closed mouth kiss. That was nice she thought. Then he gave her another longer kiss, this time pressing in just a little, opening his lips just a bit. He didn't kiss like a boy, Sheila thought. It was her first real kiss from a man who knew how. Sheila felt a bit flushed. Mike broke the kiss and looked into Sheila's eyes.
"That was nice," he said. "I'd like another." Without waiting for an answer he kissed her again, opened his lips wider and Sheila felt his tongue slip across her lips and press to open them. She did open to him and their tongues danced.
"Oh my God" Sheila thought, "This is so good." It was the best kiss she had ever had in her life. Between the sexy romance movie and Mike's kisses, Sheila was getting warm. She was getting wet and her brain was overwhelmed with the pleasure of her contact with Mike. She yielded more to Mike's rising passion.
He was now making out with her and Sheila was completely given to it. He had her exactly where she wanted to be. All thoughts of Jill or the fact that this was another's husband or that his wife was just in the other room, fled her mind. Sheila was matching Mike's intensity, kissing him back with equal fervor.
Mike's hand reached up to cup and squeeze her breast. His thumb flicked across her swollen nipple. Pleasure coursed through her body. Sexual heat radiated from between her legs. His hand drifted down to her leg and he stroked her inner thigh, long ovals that just missed brushing her core. She was on fire.
Jill watched from the kitchen door as Mike made his move on Sheila. "Good boy" she thought. She could see from the movement of the upper part of his arm and shoulder that he had moved to caress Sheila's breast. "Smooth. Good work." She continued to watch as he moved down to the girl's leg. Jill heard Sheila's breathing get heavy as she was aroused higher and higher by Mike's attentions.
Jill slipped back into the kitchen, picked up the snacks with a hot pad and loudly announced, "Snacks are ready."
Sheila snapped back to reality. She was afraid Jill might have seen what she had been doing with her husband. Mike saw the look of panic in her eyes.
"It's OK" he said, "It's OK. Don't worry. Jill doesn't mind. She's OK with it. She asked you to."
Sheila wasn't convinced. She had expected a quick kiss, not a passionate session that left her wet and out of breath. She wasn't convinced that Jill wouldn't mind.
Jill came around the end of the couch with the hot snacks in hand. She set the tray down on the trivets that she had on the coffee table that was just in front of the couch.
"Hungry?" she asked, looking directly into Mike's eyes.
"Definitely" he said.
Jill turned to Sheila. "How about you?"
"OK. I guess I'm hungry, too." Sheila's voice was shaky.
"I'll bet you are." Jill thought. "I'm ravenous."
"Thanks for taking care of our man while I was gone. I like to keep him revved up till I get him in bed."
Thoughts of Mike and sex slammed into Sheila's brain. Images of him and Jill in bed, naked, together, reignited whatever had cooled down. The image of Jill was morphing into images of Sheila's body taking her place. It was too much.
"I think I better be going now" Sheila squeaked.
"Nonsense. The movie's not over and I just got the snacks. You said you were hungry." Jill didn't want Sheila to leave. She wanted her to remain close to Mike and she wanted the memory of that make out to linger. Jill wanted sexual thoughts about Mike to keep buzzing around Sheila's mind.
"You know, Sheila, you can kiss Mike anytime you like. I don't mind. I really don't. Why don't you give him another one right now while I watch. Go ahead, kiss him. Do it while I'm here with you. Just so you'll know that it's OK with me."
Mike leaned over again and took Sheila. She yielded to the passion and let Mike give her a full, deep kiss. It was so good. It felt so good. No boy had ever made her feel this way. And it was OK because Jill wanted her to.
As Mike was kissing Sheila, he raised his eyes to look over at Jill as she was watching them. Her eyes were on fire. A huge smile broke out on her face as she watched them. Mike knew what that smile meant. 'She's ours now.'
Mike abruptly broke off the kiss leaving Sheila wanting more. That's just what Jill wanted. She wanted for Sheila to continue to think about how she wanted more. How exciting it had been to be with Mike. And how much more exciting it could be.
Jill and Mike continued to watch the movie as if nothing unusual had happened. It was like another woman in a passionate embrace with this married man was perfectly normal. Nothing much that would need any special comment or notice.
Sheila, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it. Her mind couldn't get off the subject. Her thinking was so distracted, that when Jill announced that the movie was over, Sheila was startled.
She was having difficulty locating her keys and purse and the other things that she needed to gather together so she could depart. She was very absent minded. Jill and Mike had to help her find her things.
"Thanks for coming over tonight." Jill said. "Maybe you could come over again another night this week. I have another tearjerker of a movie I think you'll like."
Jill moved closer and lowered her voice. "And I think Mike wants more kisses from you."
As Sheila drove home, she had to force herself to keep her mind on her driving. Her attention wanted to wander to other subjects. When she got home, she quickly got out of her clothes, brushed her teeth, did the toilet, and jumped into bed. Sheila rarely slept nude, but she did so tonight.
The thoughts of Mike kissing her and caressing her breast and leg were looping through her mind. The fact that Jill approved, and even watched, made it OK for her to continue thinking about it. Sheila got more and more aroused. She kept imagining what Mike and Jill were doing right now. Fantasies of Sheila in Jill's place rolled through.
That night, Sheila did something that this 19 year old virgin had never done before. She did the dirty. The evil thing that her mother had told her never to do. It was a sin.
What she had done with Mike created feelings in her that overrode everything else. For the first time, Sheila touched herself.
Chapter 2
Four months earlier, about two months after Sheila went to that first party where she met Mike and Jill, they invited Sheila to attend meetings held on Thursday night, at the church. The attendance was much smaller and Sheila could tell that these people were like Mike and Jill, much more dedicated than many of the people who attended on Sundays. It was always like that, just the same as it had been in her family church back home.
Her old Pastor had always maintained that the more mature Christians came to not just the Sunday morning services, but the Sunday night as well. But the truly spiritual people were the ones who showed up at the midweek services. Just like her home church, the teaching at these meetings was deeper, for the more spiritual. Not everyone could accept these things.
The Apostle Paul had written in 1st Corinthians that he had to give the people in that church spiritual "milk" to consume, because they couldn't handle spiritual meat. They were immature and couldn't handle the deeper things, like a baby can't eat adult food. But in these meetings, Dad taught things that he didn't say to the larger crowd on Sundays.
You had to be invited to these meetings. If you were, then it was because you were different, special. It was expected that you could accept and act upon these more exclusive truths. These things were not for everyone.
Mike and Jill had invited Sheila to these meetings. Mom had told her that she should come. It wasn't just a suggestion. Mom was Dad's wife and if she told you to do something, it was assumed that she did so because Dad wanted you to do whatever it was, she was telling you to do. Dad held a direct appointment from God to be the Pastor and you didn't want to disobey God, because whatever Dad said was coming direct from God. So you did it. And you didn't ask questions. Who would be so foolish as to question God?
Sheila went. She listened. She learned. She believed. Sheila didn't know the Bible very well. Careful study had not been emphasized when she was growing up. She went to Sunday School as a child, learned all of the basic stories.
As a teen in the regular Sunday service with the adults, she listened to the sermons and believed what she believed, because the Pastor told her that was what she was supposed to believe. Just like the vast majority of people who attended religious services of any type.
Very few people ever took the time, or effort, to check for themselves, to find out if what the Priest, Pastor, or whatever, even knew what he was talking about. Much less, if what he was saying was contained in whichever holy writings they claimed their teaching came from. Sheila didn't then, she didn't now.
What Dad mostly talked about was submission to authority. How we should obey God through God's appointed representatives. It was not that Dad, or others like him, were perfect. The Apostles who wrote the Christian Bible weren't perfect either. But they had special appointment from God, and what they said was from God. Just like Dad.
Sheila learned about how the church worked. Dad was the head of the church. There were two Assistant Pastors, who happened to be Dad's sons. There were also Deacons who held important positions in the church. Mike was one of them, in fact, maybe the most important Deacon, as he was one of the main teachers. Dad's sons didn't teach, they mostly did administrative things.
So Sheila's Mike, her Mike, was really a Man of God and she had to listen to him and obey him because, in some ways, he was second only to Dad in importance. Sheila felt so proud of her Mike, and just a little envious of Jill, because she was married to such a man. Sheila wished she had a husband like Mike. She wouldn't mind submitting to someone like that.
Authority flowed down from Dad through the Assistant Pastors and through the Deacons to the members. The congregation, at least the core committed part, gave submission to those same Deacons and Assistants. They in turn, gave submission to Dad. The obedience to Dad didn't have to flow through any of the others. Dad could come to any individual and deal with them directly.
"Dad" reminded her of her real Dad back home. He was manly and expected you to obey. Her Mom had submitted to her Dad. She always did what he said. She never argued with him, at least Sheila had never seen them argue. Sheila had always obeyed whatever her Daddy had told her was right. She submitted to his will. God said "Obey your parents" and she did. This "Dad" was like her Daddy and she would obey him, too.
At these meetings, Sheila got to know others who were in the committed core of the church. There were other couples like Mike and Jill. One was Steve and Jenny. Mike and Jill were really close to them. Sheila knew that they spent a lot of time together. On nights when Sheila was not at the house, Steve and Jenny were likely to be there.
Jill had explained that this couple were being mentored, it was called "discipling" in the church, by Mike. He was giving them special teaching and instruction. It involved a lot of "hands on" kind of one-on-one time. Jill helped him.
Sheila now realized that Mike did a lot of that kind of thing. She also had heard that Dad did a lot of this individual instruction also. He called it counseling. She met many members of the church that went directly to Dad for "counseling".
Most of the couples in these meeting had another person associated with them. Always a single person, usually female, but some were males. The three of them were always together, like one unit. Almost always, the third lived in the same house with the couple, so it made sense that they would always be together. Nothing strange there. Not all singles were associated with a couple.
There were what Sheila thought of as "loose" singles. She didn't know their story, but they were all nice enough to her. The guys didn't hit on her. In fact, they did not interact with her much at all. It was like the word had gone out to leave her alone. That was OK with Sheila, not that she noticed it much. She wasn't interested in any of them. Mike and Jill took up most of her social life and she was happy with it.
Dad and Mom had a five bedroom house and they had five other women who live there with them. Dad counseled each of them and they were under his direct authority. They showed much affection and loyalty to Dad. Sheila had never seen so many women be so committed to one man. It was like he has six wives, Mom being the head wife. Well, he was a truly spiritual man, and being in his house and taught directly by him would be a great honor. These girls seemed to understand and appreciate that fact.
Donna was the single young woman who had formerly lived with Mike and Jill. Now she lived with Steve and Jenny. Donna had moved out of Mike's soon after Sheila had started attending. Jill had explained that Donna was continuing her spiritual development, and living with this new couple allowed her to learn from a variety of teachers. Not that Steve or Jenny were formally teachers in any sense, but everyone is unique and has something to give and teach and we should all experience variety.
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It was after about four months of attending the Thursday night meetings that Mike and Sheila had kissed that night on the couch. Sheila had been confused by it and worried that it would hurt her relationship with Mike and Jill, regardless of the reassurances that Jill had given her.
It took several weeks, and more conversations with Jill before Sheila grew comfortable with it. Especially when Jill assured her that it would be OK if it happened again. In fact, Jill would be happy if it did and she wanted to be there to watch, just so Sheila would relax and let it happen.
During one of her talks with Sheila about experiencing Mike, Jill said, "There is another meeting that I think that you should go to with me. It's a women's meeting and it is taught by Mom. There are only a few women who are invited to come, because these teachings are so deeply spiritual. The teachings that Mom gives are subject to misunderstanding.
Most people can't comprehend the really deep things of God, and would ridicule and abuse what Mom would teach them. They have not been given the gift of understanding. Just like some who cannot understand that it is OK for you to kiss Mike and enjoy the pleasure of life that God created, as long as I am good with it. As long as I approve.
So, what we learn from her can't be shared outside of the small circle of women who attend. But Mike and I, and others, think you are ready for another step in your spiritual journey. We think that you have the aptitude for this deep level of spiritual experience. Do you think you would like to join?"
Sheila felt very privileged that she would be asked by the leaders of the church to participate in teachings this deep. She was being asked to join the true inner circle of the church. She was learning things way beyond what she had been taught at her church at home.
This is what made the House of Love so unique. There were things here that others just couldn't understand. Things that God only revealed to the chosen few. And God was choosing her. He was asking her to submit to His authority in ways that few ever were.
Yes, she would go, Yes, she would give herself to these new things, Yes, she would submit herself to the authority of the teaching, of the Deacons, of Mom. She would give herself to the authority of Dad and ultimately to that of God. God was making a path for her to follow and she would go where ever it led.
Chapter 3
The Women's Study Group met on Tuesday nights. With Sundays at church, Thursdays at the midweek services, movie nights at Mike and Jill's, and working every day, Sheila didn't have much time for anything else. After household chores and all of the other things in life that take up time, Sheila didn't have any life outside of church and church people. Her identity was increasingly wrapped up in the House of Love. All of her time centered around it. Her thoughts were constantly influenced by what was taught there.
The Tuesday night study was held at the house of one of the members. It was a large older house, but affordable because rents in that area of town were low. There was a room in the house that look like it was 20'x20'. It was furnished with upholstered chaise lounge, day beds, ottomans, and a few chairs. All of the pieces of furniture were what Sheila thought of as oversized, or at least over wide.
Jill chose one of the double wide Chaise for them. She lay on her side and pulled Sheila down to recline beside her. They lay on their sides. Many of the other women also partnered up on various pieces of furniture. It was all so very relaxed and comfortable and dress was extremely casual.
Mom sat in one of the chairs and began conversing with the group. Chit chat went round for about fifteen minutes before things settled down and Mom began to talk. Jill had an arm draped over Sheila and was gently running her fingers through her hair and stroking her cheek with the back of her hand. It was a slow, sweet gesture of affection. Sheila felt her body melt into Jill.
"We have a new member joining us today. This is Sheila, I am sure that all of you already know that. Although she has been with us at the House of Love for less than a year, she has been recognized by the leadership of the church as a quickly maturing member of our congregation. It has been decided that she is ready for some of the deeper teachings of the church.
So I am asking, that you who have been here a while, and already know many of the things that I will be going over, not to jump ahead or to short circuit Sheila's learning process. Let me be her teacher. Many of the things that you have come to believe took some time to absorb, and there was an order in which they were taught to you.
There was a reason things are taught the way they are. Each new concept must be built upon acceptance of the last. Until each lesson is learned well, the next cannot be revealed. True spiritual knowledge must be gained in this fashion. And as you know, each step requires a greater commitment and demonstration of submission to God's will."
Mom began talking and after about an hour of talking she was done. The women socialized for about another hour afterward, and then they broke up and all went their separate ways. That was the pattern for the meetings.
Sheila learned a little more each week. The rest of the ladies did not discuss with her any spiritual truths that Mom had not already taught in her presence. Once Mom had revealed something, the rest of the women then would talk about it in front of Sheila or even with her freely. But Sheila could tell that they were disciplined about not saying anything ahead of Sheila's level of knowledge. Even Jill never gave a hint about what was to come.
Over the course of months, hidden knowledge was revealed to Sheila. Deep spiritual insights formed in her mind as she grew in maturity concerning the secret teachings of the House of Love. Sheila learned about the necessity of complete submission to the authority of the church and the leaders. She learned how this was ordained by God and to rebel, in any way, against God's order of authority, was direct rebellion against God Himself.
Mom taught her that Dad was the highest authority in this church and must be obeyed without question. Sheila understood it is impossible to commit a sin, if what one does, is done in obedience to Dad's authority, or authority derivative of his. That meant, that if Mom told Sheila to do something on the basis of Dad's authority, and Sheila did it, even if it turned out to be wrong, it was on Mom's account not Sheila's. So she could completely obey without fear of God's anger, because Mom would stand between her and God, and God would deal with Mom and not Sheila.
The same was true for Sheila's submission to her immediate spiritual authority, Mike. Mike was "her" deacon and as such he exercised God's authority over her as he received it from Dad. Jill derived her authority from Mike, and so whatever she directed Sheila was OK to do, for the same reasons as the others.
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Mike and Jill continued to draw Sheila closer. Their relationship was strengthened as Sheila's new beliefs allowed her to increasingly let Mike, primarily, and Jill also, to have input into the detail of her life. The Sunday afternoons with the couple continued as did movie nights.
One night as they watched. Mike lay down on the couch on his side. He pulled Sheila down with him and the spooned together. Mike was caressing Sheila's shoulders and neck. He stroked her body with his hands. It felt good to Sheila. She like having this strong man handle her.
Jill had instructed her that she needed to be more casual around them, more free. Jill had dressed her that night in a tight, wife beater style T shirt and a short skirt, no bra or panties. Jill told her that she liked to tease Mike, and Sheila dressing in this provocative way got her the kind of results she wanted, once Sheila had left and gone home. Mike would be insatiable
Sheila liked the way he took control of her and exercised authority over her. She was a good girl and she would obey God. She would submit to Mike and Dad and allow them to tell her what were the right things to do.
As she spooned with Mike, his physical touch was getting her aroused. He got her turned on every time they were together. She had to masturbate more and more often, as she allowed herself to be touched in very pleasurable ways when she was with him. Her fantasies were increasingly about him.
She had no guilt about these things because it was what Mike wanted from her and Jill approved. Jill was actually encouraging Sheila to take comfort this way. That night as she lay with Mike, Jill brought a chair and used it to sit down, facing them on the couch.
"I love watching the two of you together. I love the way your body responds to Mike's touch. Turn on to you back and look at Mike. I am going to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly, even if it embarrasses you a little. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Do you fantasize about Mike?"
Sheila hesitated and blushed a little. "Yes I do."
"Do you fantasize about sex with him?"
"Yes."
"What do you do when you are having your fantasy?"
"I touch myself."
"Do you mean that you masturbate?"
"Yes."
"Do you bring yourself to orgasm?"
"Yes."
"Thinking about Mike."
"Yes."
"Touch yourself now."
Sheila obeyed. She submitted to God as her hand reached between her legs and began to stroke. Mike leaned his head down and began to kiss her passionately. His hand slid up under her T shirt and began squeezing and manipulating her breast. His thumb and finger rolled and pinched and stretched her nipple.
Sheila looked over at Jill. She was removing her shirt and exposing her breasts to their view.
"They were so beautiful" Sheila thought.
Jill reached over and pulled Sheila's T shirt up to her neck exposing her to Mike.
Jill looked at Mike. "Go ahead. Suck her."
Mike grinned at her. He knew that his wife was on fire. Nothing turned her on as much as watching him have sex with another woman. She had been living the dream when Donna lived with them, seemed like he took her every night, while Jill watched. Jill was seeing that good life returning, as Mike was licking and drawing Sheila's nipples into his mouth.
Mike took a break from Sheila. He slid a hand under her back and pressed to sit her up. As he did, Jill reached over and pulled the T shirt over Sheila's head. She was now nude from the waist up. Jill ran her hand over Sheila's firm breasts.
"Nice."
Mike laid her down again and resumed his attention to her body. He kissed her mouth as tongues sensuously twirled. He kissed her face and neck. Licked her ears and danced the tip of his tongue inside. He sucked on the lobe. He learned in past sessions that her neck and ears very sensitive when she was aroused, and it drove her crazy when he did this.
Mike reached down and covered her hand that she was using to bring herself to orgasm. He gently pushed it out of the way.
"I'll do it. Just give yourself to me. Submit to God."
He slipped one finger into her soaked pussy. He slowly carefully and probed until he touched what he was looking for. Her hymen was still intact. She was virgin. Dad would be so pleased.
He looked up at Jill who was watching him intently. A smile spread across his face as he nodded his head. When Jill saw his answer, she threw her head back and began to furiously piston pump her fingers in side herself. Mike placed another finger inside Sheila and short stroked her, as he wanted that cherry to remain whole.
Sheila did give herself up. She gave up all control and gave herself to God through Mike. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. This is what ecstasy was. It was a spiritual event even more than a physical one. She felt united with God as Mike brought her to orgasm.
As Sheila was cumming, she saw Jill. She was completely nude. The chair was close to the edge of the couch and Jill's feet were planted on the corners of the cushions. Knees spread wide, Jill's hand was jacking her pussy as fast and as hard as she could. She was peaking at the same time as Sheila. They were cumming together. That started a whole other orgasmic cycle in Sheila.
When she came down just a bit, Mike quickly untangled himself from Sheila and got off of the couch. He stood and pulled off his pants in one movement. His rock hard cock sprung out in front of him. Sheila gasped. She had never seen a hard cock except in some pictures. It was breathtaking.
Mike grabbed Jill, pulled her up out of the chair, and pushed her toward the couch. Knees on the cushions, elbows and arms on the top of the back rest of the couch. Jill's own back gracefully arched as her ass pushed out.
Sheila had the perfect side view as Mike began to jackhammer his cock in and out of Jill's pussy. He grabbed her hips and he slammed in again and again. Jill was screaming with the pleasure of that rod filling her over and over.
The sight made Sheila begin use her fingers to again vibrate her clit as fast as she could. She quickly approached another mind blowing orgasm. Mike look down at her.
"Yeah! Do it! Do it! Yes! Yes!" he shouted over and over.
Jill gyrated wildly as she came. She was watching Sheila also. Sheila's was right behind her in orgasming. Mike pulled his cock out of Jill, walked over and knelt on the floor next to Sheila's head. He pulled her head close.
"Open your mouth and take my cock inside. Now close your lips and when I shoot off, you will swallow."
Sheila did as she was told. She had never had a cock in her mouth, much less sucked one off. But Mike did all the work. While his cock was in Sheila's mouth, he stroked himself a few times and blasted hot cum into her mouth.
Sheila started to gag, but kept swallowing as Mike had told her to do. When he was almost done, he pulled out and shot the last bit on her lips. Jill's face appeared over Sheila's and Jill gave her a kiss as passionate as any as she had ever gotten from Mike. Jill licked up all of the left over cum that had smeared Sheila's lips. It was the hottest sex she'd had since Donna had moved out. And this was better.
"I think that you are ready for the next step in your spiritual journey. I'll let Mom know."
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"It's called the Mary experience."
Mom was meeting with Sheila one-on-one. Jill was there also, to give support and encouragement, but Mom had forbidden her to speak. This conversation must be strictly between her and Sheila.
"Sheila, this step is so important that I have to talk to you about this with no one else around. Except Jill, who is part of the spiritual authority that is over you. You know what the Bible teaches about Mary and the birth of Jesus. That an Angel told Mary that she would have a child and that child would be from God. All of that is, of course completely true. Mary was a virgin.
But there are also other ancient texts, secret tests that tell us more about what happened. There is nothing that contradicts what you have learned, but it fills in the blanks. This is secret knowledge that was suppressed by the early Church. They didn't want this version of events to get out. We are a part of those chosen by God to preserve this knowledge, and now you are going to share in that secret.
You can never reveal this to the outside world. They will curse you, ridicule you and hate you. They do not want to believe it. But God has chosen you, Sheila, to have this knowledge and to act upon it. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Are you ready to hear what I have to say? You will never be the same once you hear what I tell you. You will never be able to forget it. You will always know in your heart that it is true, no matter how much you wish to deny it. Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"OK. You know that in the Old Testament, God appeared on the Earth in the form of a human several times. You know from your Sunday School lessons that he appeared to Abraham along with two Angels. In this form, He is usually referred to as The Angel of the Lord."
"Yes, I remember the story."
"Look at me, Sheila. This is the form God used when he appeared to Mary."
Sheila was a little confused. She had never heard this before and she couldn't figure out what it meant. Mom saw the look on her face.
"Let me be very clear to you about what I am saying. And forgive me for being a bit crude, but I want to be crystal clear. OK?"
Sheila nodded her head.
"God fucked Mary. He appeared to her in physical form, took his physical cock and put it into her virgin pussy. God took Mary's virginity. He shot cum inside her and got her pregnant. He had sex with her, just like you watched Mike have sex with Jill. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, I think so."
"Do you or don't you?"
"Yes. I understand."
"The question for you Sheila, is do you want to be Mary? Do you want to have the Mary experience?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want to fuck God? Do you want to give him your virginity? Do you want to feel God enter you and stretch you and stroke you to orgasm and let you cum on a cock for the first time? Do you want to feel his hot cum fill you up? Will you give yourself to him?"
"Is God going to make me pregnant too?"
"No, God made all the babies he's going to. One was enough. But you can experience what Mary felt that night. It is an extreme spiritual experience, as well as a physical one."
"How is the possible?"
"God is not coming back to Earth to have sex with you. But he has left a few men with us, who are His designated representatives. You can experience sex with God through them. It's like when you take communion in church. The host remains physical bread and wine, but God inhabits them and there is a spiritual communion with God as you partake.
So it is in this instance. The physical man remains, but God inhabits him and through him you can experience what it is like to be God's concubine just as Mary did. The secret texts also tell us that God continued to have sex with Mary for the rest of her life."
"What about Joseph? Wasn't Mary his wife?"
"Yes, she was his wife as well. But he was her physical husband. God was her spiritual husband.
This is a rare privilege, Sheila. Very few women are ever offered this opportunity. And it won't come again. You need to consider this carefully.
One of the reason that I asked Jill to be with us is that she was one of the few that has had this experience that you are being offered. She was not a physical virgin as you are, but she was a spiritual virgin. Being a physical virgin as well will only enhance your spiritual experience that much more.
Jill do you have anything that you want to say to Sheila about the Mary experience?"
"Sheila, do this. You have no idea how this will change you. You will become free from all restraint, all bounds. Having sex with God is the highest experiences any woman can have. It is deeply spiritual. Say yes."
Mom continued, "Let me add that once you become God's concubine, you will be his concubine for the rest of your life. You can have sex with him through his representatives over and over. The pleasure never has to end.
There is one more thing. Once you have been through the initial experience, you can designate who will be the physical representative of God for you. As long as he is a spiritually qualified person, of course."
"Who did you choose?" Sheila asked Jill.
"Mike. And you could choose him too. I'd like for you to do that, if you wanted to."
"You wouldn't mind? We could both have him as the spiritual representative. I could have sex with him anytime I wanted?"
"Yes, you could have him all you wanted. You just have to say yes to the Mary experience."
"OK. Yes. I'll do it."
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"She's going to be ours. You don't get the cherry. You know the deal, Dad gets that and as many repeats as he wants. Just like he does with me. But we get the whole rest of the Sundae. Two wives to give you those salty kisses you love so much."
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The Mary experience was truly transformative. It would do just what Jill had said it would, but not for the reasons some believed. There was no objective reality to it. God did not inhabit Dad. Sheila was not going to have sex with actual God.
But the belief that Sheila held about the coming event, created a subjective reality that had very real effects in this world. It was more powerful than any set of "facts". She believed that she was going to copulate with God through Dad's physical presence. His cock would become God's cock and Sheila would completely surrender herself to God's will.
The House of Love had collectively created a new subjective framework for Sheila, so that she was able to accept new truth. From the outside, a nonbeliever might see the total lack of objective truth in the Mary experience. But for Sheila, her belief system created a reality that was cohesive and logical. God was a spirit. God has on numerous occasions appeared in human form. God impregnated Mary.
All of those things any orthodox Christian church would teach. What the House of Love taught was dependent on that traditional doctrine. It was the foundation upon which Jack Baylor had built his lies. What changed Sheila's view of reality was that last five percent. The 95% truth now transformed into something completely different by the addition of something new. The "ancient text" that gave new information about the Mary experience. The "secret knowledge" that only the chosen few could receive.
It was like changing the aim point of a rifle by ½ of one degree. Close in, it made no difference. But over time and distance, the effect accumulated and the result was completely different. The House of Love had taking Sheila's existing, traditional belief system and given it a nudge.
The change in Sheila had been facilitated by her isolation. She had left behind all of her support systems when she moved away from home. The family and friends and traditional church that had shaped and supported her beliefs and her thinking were no longer there. She needed to find new supports. The House of Love became her new church, her new friends and her new family. All of her support systems now came from one place and directed her to this acceptance of a new reality.
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The day of her Mary experience was fast approaching. Mike and Jill were helping Sheila to prepare for the event. Sheila's submission to Mike and Jill was progressing to new and greater levels. It was building toward her ultimate submission to God.
She spent more and more time at their house. Sometimes she spent the night in one of the spare bedrooms. It had been Donna's room when she had lived there. Mike and Jill left their bedroom door open and told Sheila that she should leave hers open at night also. They said that it helped the Air Conditioning circulate and that if the doors were closed, the rooms would get hot.
Sheila would lay in the bed listing to the sounds of sex as Mike and Jill brought each other to the intensity of climax. She heard the slapping of flesh together, the grunts and cries, the encouragements, as she fingered herself to orgasm again and again. One night she got up out of bed, quietly walked out of her room and to the open door of their bedroom.
She watched as Mike mounted Jill from behind. The sight of his cock fucking her as she gave herself to him, was just as exhilarating as the first time Mike made Sheila cum. That was the same event when she had first watched as Mike took Jill on the couch. She thirsted for Mike to fill her mouth again with that hot spunk, as he had then.
Jill looked up and saw Sheila watching them. She smiled at Sheila, letting her know that she was welcome to vicariously share the moment. Jill liked being watched. She loved performing sex for an audience. It heightened the thrill. Made cumming that much better. Soon, little girl, soon.
Sheila returned to their room on other nights. She began to want to sleep at their house just so she could listen to the two of them and watch what they did together. It was building a powerful lust in her. Jill had told Mike that Sheila was watching and he should look for her standing in the door way.
The next time, Mike was watching for her as she appeared. He looked at her intently as he continued to stroke himself inside of Jill. His eyes did not turn away. He was telling Sheila, "This is what I am going to do with you. I am going to take you just like I take her. Soon you will be here, with my cock filling you, and she will be the one watching."
Sheila entered the room. She walked over to an arm chair that was near the door. One leg lifted over the arm and she rested her foot on the seat cushion. The other leg still stood on the floor. The result was that her legs spread wide and her pussy was in full view. She slowly ran her middle finger up and down her slit. Her eyes said to Mike, "This is what I want to give you. This is what I want you to have. Take me. Use me." She timed her orgasm so that she could peak at the same time as Mike and Jill came together. She was in union with them.
This particular day, Jill had dressed Sheila in a simple, mid-thigh length robe made of very sheer material. It was definitely see through. Sheila was standing directly in front of Mike. Jill stood directly behind her, and was giving her gentle kisses on her neck while rubbing her hands up and down Sheila's arms.
Sheila was getting wet from the stimulation, but mostly because Mike's hard cock was sticking straight out from between the fold of the silk lounging robe that he was wearing. Her hand reached out and fingers wrapped around his shaft as she slowly stroked him. She was getting better at this all the time. But then, she was getting more and more practice as Jill taught her. Today's lesson was on Sheila's favorite subject. How to get Mike to inject his hot load directly past Sheila's lips and down her throat.
Jill reached around Sheila and with both hands drew her robe open, exposing her naked breasts to Mike's eyes. She then gently massaged Sheila's breasts and lifted them in offering to her husband.
"This is my gift to you."
Mike's hand stroked Jill's face as he murmured, "Thank you, my love."
He leaned down and took that perfect breast in his own hand and brought his lips to the erect nipple. He sucked it in and flicked his tongue back and forth. His teeth lightly bit down and he drew that little bud out, stretching her. Sheila sucked in a breath as the pleasure coursed through her body. She was so ready for him.
Jill's hands pressed on the top of Sheila's shoulders, directing her body down. Sheila slowly went to her knees while she released her grip on Mike's cock. When she rested on her knees, Mike stood out right at the level of her lips. Oh God, how she loved this cock. It was so beautiful, so masculine, so hard. She loved the taste of it, she loved serving it with her mouth. She wanted to serve it with her pussy.
She took it in her mouth. Sheila relaxed her throat and pushed out her tongue. She pressed her head forward and took him down to the bottom. Jill had taught her how to do this. She had called it deep throating. Back up to the top and back down again.
Jill was kneeling behind Sheila offering instruction and advice. She knew exactly how Mike loved to get his cock sucked and she was turning Sheila into an expert.
"Back up to the top and now out. Run your tongue on the underside just at the head. Now take just the head, close your lips around it. Swirl your tongue around the head, flick it back and forth. Press down into the slit, stroke along it. Now back down all the way to the bottom, let him all the way into your throat. Good girl."
Mike was getting close. Sheila could feel him tensing and his balls were rising in the sack. Her reward was near. Mike began to buck his hips. Jill clamped both hands down on the back of Sheila's head as cock stroked down her throat. Mike grabbed the sides of Sheila's head for leverage as he began to fuck her throat in earnest. He groaned as he began to shoot hot streams into her.
"Don't swallow, baby" Jill whispered. "Hold it all in your mouth. You can do it." When Mike finished spasming, he withdrew. Sheila opened her mouth to show him her tongue swimming in his cum. Jill planted her lips on Sheila's and her tongue and swirled around in the cream. They shared it back and forth until they both swallowed.
"Now stand up and give Mike a nice salty kiss. He loves that."
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The day had finally come. Sheila was going to give her virgin pussy to God. She would become Mary. Mom had arrived at Mike and Jill's to help with the final preparations. Sheila would be dressed very simply, just a cape like covering. She would be need to completely naked when she entered the room where her encounter would take place.
"I have final instructions for you. You are about to give yourself totally and completely to God. You are surrendering your will to His and you will have a spiritual experience very few woman have ever had. You have been chosen and are highly favored.
When you enter the room, you will see that man whom God has chosen as His vessel. You will approach him and he will address you as Mary, for that is who you are. He will ask if you are ready to surrender your will to the will of God. You will answer with the same words spoken by that original Mary thousands of years ago, 'Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.'
You will then demonstrate that you are there of your own volition. That you have been in no way coerced, and this is your utmost desire. You will kneel before him, take his cock into your mouth and such God's cock until it is hard. You will prepare it for the giving of yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. One more thing that you must know. It is the last part of the secret knowledge that you need. It has been withheld from you until this time as it is something only known to the Marys. You must never reveal this part of your experience to anyone except to other Marys.
Do you remember what the Apostle Paul said about how we are to address God when we are in His presence? He said we are to cry out 'Abba'. It is a Greek word that is left untranslated in the English Bibles that you have read all your life. The translators knew perfectly well what it meant, but they were so afraid if its implications they would not let people see the truth that was right in front of them. Do you see what I am trying to say?"
"No, I don't get what you are telling me."
"Abba is a term of endearment of a child to their father. You are a child of God, correct?"
"Yes."
"You are a girl, so you are God's daughter, correct?"
"Yes."
"As was Mary."
"Yes."
"You are going to, as did she..." Mom spoke the next words very slowly and clearly. "...you are going to fuck your father. Your ultimate father. Abba means 'Daddy'. You are going to give yourself to your Daddy. And when you are with him, you will address him that way. When you are cumming on his cock, you will cry out his name. Say it."
"Daddy"
"What are you going to tell him?"
"Fuck me Daddy."
"Good girl. You are ready."
Sheila was loaded into the backseat of an unfamiliar car. Mike drove and Jill sat in the front with him. Mom sat in the back with Sheila. They were taking a route that Sheila has not traveled before.
"When we are a little nearer our destination, I am going to cover your eyes with a bit of cloth. We will guide you out of the car and into the place that has been prepared for your time. Don't be afraid."
Sheila was shivering, not with fear but with excitement. Everything had lead up to this moment. She wanted this so bad. She was going to give herself to God, to her Daddy. Her emotions were so amped up that she thought she was going to pass out. It was all she could do to control herself. She was so wet she was afraid that she would soak the car seat through.
Mom reached over and tied the cloth over her eyes. They were almost there. Soon, Sheila felt the car turn up a driveway and come to a stop. Car doors opened and shut and then Sheila's was opened and a hand was on her arm, pulling on her to direct her out of the back seat.
"It's me" Jill said. "Trust me. I will guide you and make sure that you don't trip over anything. Just listen to me and do what I say."
They walked across some open flay ground until Jill said, "Two steps. Now. One. Two. A short walk now, and stop."
Sheila heard the sound of a door opening.
"Now one step. Up. And we're in."
Sheila was guided through what she supposed was a house, turning first on way and then another. She was complete disoriented by the time they came to a halt. The cloth was removed from her eyes. She was in a darkened hallway standing before a closed door. Jill, Mike and Mom were with her.
Jill gave her a light kiss. "It's your time." She removed the covering that hid Sheila's body.
Mike opened the door. Sheila entered into the holy room.
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As soon as Mike closed the door, he reached over and aggressively pressed sexual advances on Mom. He took hold of her and began kissing her ferociously. He shoved his hand under her blouse fondling her breasts.
"Get it open" he growled.
Mom quickly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, exposing her now naked breasts to Mike's lust filled eyes. He was leering at her, there was hunger for raw sex and she was the object of his desire.
She had no fear of him. She welcomed the unbridled lust that was pouring out of him. That's the way she liked it from him. All power, no warmth. Just fucking, hard and fast.
"Do you want to fuck Mommy?" She said it just to provoke him. He wasn't her physical son, but he was her spiritual son. Everyone with half a brain knew that Mike would be the successor to Jack, whenever the time came.
He was already taking over certain duties. He would be the one who would take her if something happened to Jack. She loved the thought of offering herself to him 24/7.
Mike loved fucking Mom. He didn't really know why. There was just something about her. She knew exactly how to stoke him up to a red hot fevered pitch. Somewhere his brain knew that she did it on purpose, but that just made Mike like it all the more. He shoved his hand down the front of her pants and roughly grabbed her sex, jamming finger into her wetness.
Mom fortunately knew just what to do and was always a half step ahead of Mike. She had already unzipped her pants and loosened her belt to accommodate his next move. She played him like a fiddle. She loved the way he raped her. Not that it was rape, because that implies nonconsent. And there was definitely nothing nonconsensual in what Mom was doing. If there was anything nonconsensual going on, it would apply to Mike. He really had no idea how much Mom played him.
Mike loved her body. She was the same size as she was when she had been a teen athlete. She even had a washboard stomach. Every part of her body was firm, toned and fit.
Mike turned her around and was tugging at her pants to get them off of her. He was going to take her right there in the hallway.
"Let's go watch" Jill said. "I don't want to miss her first step in descent to the Magdalene experience."
"As long as Mike fucks me while we do." Mom replied. "By the way, how long do think it will take us to get her to the Magdalene?"
"I don't know, Mom. First, we have to get her through this Mary experience. And right now I don't want to think about that. I just want to fuck your tight ass" was Mike's comment.
They went down a hall that led to the other side of the room that contained Sheila and Dad. There had been added to the entrance on that side, a two door light trap. You entered through the first door into a small space, then closed the door behind you before opening the second door and entering the room. This way, no light from outside of the room would enter and your presence in the room would not be noted.
The part of the room into which this entrance was located, had all been painted flat black. Walls, ceilings, and every fixture had been coated to absorb and not reflect any light at all. There was a padded rail that crossed your path soon after you entered. It was flat black also. If you didn't know it was there, in the dark you would stumble into it.
Mike knew just where it was, He pushed Mom over so that her arms could rest on top of the padding. He completed the task of pulling her pants down and she stepped out of them. In the meantime, Jill had found her tube of lubricant and, by feel, located Mom's hole. She squeezed a little around it and then pushed the nozzle in. A hard squeeze then injected a good amount inside. Jill had learned by experience that if these two were within 10 blocks of each other, she better have lube at the ready.
Jill then sat down on the floor, spun around and scooted between Mom's legs. Her back was now towards the action, but she could hear Sheila screaming for 'Daddy' to fuck her. She lifted her head until she clamped her mouth onto Mom's pussy. Her tongue began licking.
Mike lined up behind Mom and moved his shaft around until he felt the lubed rosebud. Once there, he just shoved it in hard. No foreplay, no mercy, just pushed in and started stroking. That's exactly what Mom wanted. Just shut up and fuck. He was stroking that asshole as hard as he could while he watched "Daddy" fully bury that cock into Sheila's cunt for the very first time.
"Oh, yeah" he thought "she's one of us now."
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As she entered, Sheila saw that there were candles lit. They were the only source of light. There was a figure in roughly the center of the room. It was a man wearing a robe. It looked something like a minister's robe she had once seen a TV preacher wearing. She couldn't tell what color it was, it could have been white but looked gold in the candle light.
"Mary?"
Sheila didn't recognize the voice. She couldn't make out the features on the face either.
"Daddy." She answered.
"Come here child. Have you come to me again so soon?"
Sheila was confused for a moment. "I've never been here before," she thought. But then she understood. She was Mary, as were all of the other 'Marys' who had come into this room before her. Just as the man who stood before her was God.
"Yes, Daddy."
Sheila walked over to the robed man. He saw now that he wore a mask.
"Why have you come my daughter?"
"Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word."
Jack groaned. "Life doesn't get any better than this," he thought. "Beautiful 19 year old virgin pussy. God, I never get tired of this. So tight, so willing, they give themselves so freely when properly prepared."
Jack thought about the fact that he had never lost any woman who had been through the Mary experience. After this, they would do anything. Once this girl has fucked her 'father', and he was right now her ultimate 'father', she lost all inhibitions. He could get her to do anything. He was definitely going to have this one again.
Not that he needed another. He had six at home to fill any need he had. Any fantasy he could dream up, they would do. His wife believed in submission to God's appointed authority. She had helped bring this fresh pussy to him tonight. She scheduled the girls in his house to fill his bed. He fucked them all while she watched. None of this counted all of the other women in the church that had submitted to him.
It had gotten to the point that he was having to delegate. Mike was really good at this. At least as good, maybe better, that he was. Certainly a worthy successor. Not like his stupid kids.
"Show me what you desire, daughter." Jack parted his robe revealing a semi-hard cock. It was rising as his anticipation grew about what was to come.
Sheila lowered herself to her knees and took the cock in hand and then in her mouth. She brought all of the skills Jill had taught her, and she had practiced on Mike, to the joyous task of pleasuring God's cock. This cock, which in a few minutes, would take her virgin pussy and allow her to become Mary. She was so wet with sexual arousal that she wanted to get herself off while she sucked God dry. But no, she need to give that to her Daddy.
"Damn!" Jack said to himself. "Jill has out done herself this time. This one is better than the last one. What was her name? Yeah, even better than Donna."
Jack had to stop her before he came in her mouth. She had gotten to him faster than he had thought possible. He had been slowing down as he got older, but this girl was going to make him pop like a teenager. He withdrew his cock and pulled Sheila to her feet.
"You have demonstrated your sincerity. You have demonstrated that no one has compelled you to be here. You are here of your own free will."
"Yes, Daddy. I have wanted to be here for a long time. I want to be Mary."
"My good little girl. Tell me plainly daughter, what do you want from me?"
"Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me. Take my virginity and make me Mary forever."
Jack directed Sheila to a strange piece of furniture. It was in the shape in an inverted 'Y'. Where the arms of the 'Y' branched out, there was a bend in the piece that shot the arms up into the air. At the end of each arm, was a projection along the inside edge that was perpendicular to the flat of the arm. All of the twists and bends of this sex chair were made possible because it was made out of one sheet of steam bent plywood, then upholstered over and cushioned.
Jack helped Sheila up on the contraption. He had to take some of her weight while he got her settled. He spread her legs and hooked them over the projections. This prevented her from closing her legs unless she could get them back up and over the projections again. That would be difficult from the way she would be sitting.
The area where the arms branched out from the trunk was cut away so that there was no support for her butt. Her weight was resting on her thighs and back. This allowed unrestricted access to her pussy and ass. Jack could stand upright, step in between the arms of the 'Y' and take her in either hole he desired.
The back piece, the trunk of the upside down 'Y', curved back away from him. When Sheila leaned back, it caused her back to arch, her stomach to stretch and flatten and her breasts to be thrust forward. There were two handles sticking out of the trunk above her head that Sheila could grab on to if she lifted her arms over her head. This allowed Sheila to be able to use her arm and leg muscles to jack herself up and down on his cock, even if he was completely still. Overall, Sheila was bent into a 'V'.
Jack stepped right up to Sheila, took his still hard cock and laid it inside of Sheila's lips and over her clit. She was so wet that she was leaving drops on the floor. Sheila drew in her breath sharply. Her state of arousal could not have been any higher. It had been climbing all day as she was anticipating this moment. Her dream was coming true. She would be Mary as God took her, just as he had that original.
Sheila began to have intense orgasms almost immediately. She had worked herself up into such and emotional and sexual frenzy throughout the day as she prepared, that any touch was going to set her off. He touched. She lit off.
"Oh yes, Daddy, yes. Please, please, Daddy, please fuck me. Please take me Daddy. Make me yours. I'll do anything you want me to. Take my will and make it yours. I'll do it Daddy. Please, just please fuck me!" Sheila was shouting at the top of her voice.
Jack pulled his cock out of that sweet valley. He hated to stop. It felt so good, like slick velvet curling up to surround his rock hard pole. But there was a cherry to pop. A virgin cunt to be stretched for the first time.
As he pulled away, Sheila began to scream.
"No, Daddy, no! Please don't stop. I need it! Please don't leave me! Please Daddy, please."
Jack took his cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down the channel. He felt for the opening of her tunnel. Down that hole was the prize. He teased her some more just for the pleasure of hearing her scream for his cock. His ego soared. He felt his power over her body, over her mind. She was his completely. She would do any kind of sex he wanted. She would perform with anyone he designated just for his pleasure of watching. She had no will of her own. She had given the totality of her being to God.
Jack pushed into her sopping wet tunnel. Just the head, no more. Sheila stopped screaming. She was breathing so hard and short it sounded like a reverse hiccup. She was on the knife edge of anticipation.
Jack pulled out. Sheila mewled. There was a barely heard, "please." Jack pushed back in just a little deeper.
"More. Oh. God, please more."
He slowly stroked in and out, a little deeper each time. Her cunt was so tight. It was like sticking his dick in a furnace, she was so hot. She was whining. Finally, the head of his cock touched her hymen. The sweet cherry at last.
"Not to rush" he thought. This moment is to be savored. Sipped like a fine wine. Enjoy it. Remember it. She will never be a virgin again. It's mine and it will never be anyone else's. He pulled his cock all the way out, just leaving in the head. He pressed in again to touch her shield. He continued to do this again and again, drawing out the moment, tasting his triumph over and over.
It was torture to Sheila, or now Mary as she thought she was. Sheila was nowhere to be found. There was only Mary and God as God took her for the first time. The first of many times God would take her and give her sexual, sensual Heaven. All rational thought ceased as Mary could only understand the need for God to fill her. To stretch her open as he did for her what no other woman has ever experienced before. To become the concubine of God.
Jack pressed his head home against the barrier. Slowly, slowly, a little more pressure, now a little more, until he could feel it start to tear. Stop. Savor. Feel it. Feel it on your cock. No man would ever do this again. Only him. He was the only one who would ever feel her open to a man for the first time. Jack continued to press. He felt his cock pressing through, tear her open. Yes, it felt so good. There was no other experience like virgin pussy.
Mary felt the pain of God tearing open her cherry. His cock was filling her completely, stretching her like literally nothing had ever before. The hurt of the moment was lost in the ecstasy of becoming God's.
Jack continued to full stroke in and out of Mary. Her cunt was like a vise around his cock. He knew that this was the best fuck he had ever had in his life. He continued to increase his speed and force. Mary's hips were throwing her pussy up to him, matching his every move. Every time he increase speed so did she. As he increased force, so did she. They were slamming into each other.
Jack leaned over and placed his elbows on the tops of Mary's shoulders. He continued to lean and brought his forearms down on to the back rest of the furniture Mary was on. His hands gripped the top edge. This stopped Mary's body from moving and giving ground as he was thrusting in to her. She would now absorb the full force of his fucking of her body.
Mary slipped into another realm. She was having a true ecstatic religious experience. No matter what Jack was, no matter what kind of lying, scheming, fraudulent bastard he was, Mary was none of those things. She believed. She believed that she was giving herself to God. She believed that the Almighty had highly favored her and that he had chosen her to give him her virginity.
She was having a kind of in-body, out-of-body experience. She was still in there, but somehow also detached from what was happening. She still felt the physical mixture of pleasure and pain as God was slamming his cock into her. But she was also experiencing the mystical. A union with the ethereal, so pure and holy.
She watched out of the eyes of the body that contained her. She looked at the face of God as she was coming to orgasm with him. The face changed and morphed into the face of Mike. Now it was he who was pile driving his cock in her. She knew that she would give her everything to him as well. It morphed again into the face of her real father, her earthly Dad. He was leaning over her as she gave him the sex he so desperately wanted. She knew that someday, she would lie back on her bed and take sexual union with him also.
Mary was now free of all constraints. There would never again be any restraints on her sex. Fucking was now a spiritual experience that she would share with every man who desired her. And somehow she realized, every woman also.
She was transformed. She was free. Just as Jill had promised.
Sheila came in a screaming orgasm that blew through her whole being body and spirit. It was more than physical. It was a cumming of the cosmos. Her body wracked and every muscle went into rigid lock up. She twitched and vibrated with the intensity of it.
Jack felt his balls light on fire. As Sheila came, his own burst forth from the inner core of his being. The shot of his cum, as it exploded out of him, was pain and pleasure mixed in equal parts. The intensity of the one was matched by the other. He blew out so much cum, so hard, that he thought his dick was going to explode. He kept shooting rope after rope of sticky fluid into Sheila's cunt. It kept on coming over and over. He couldn't believe how many times his cock throbbed out more.
He looked up at Sheila, this 19 year old virgin that he had just used for his own self-centered, ego-driven sexual satisfaction. He had masturbated in her cunt only thinking of the conquest of virgin pussy, the joy of being the first to spoil her purity.
She locked eyes with him. There was a look on her face he couldn't describe. It was a look of total satisfaction, total control. There was something new in that 19 year old face. Something ancient and powerful.
She spoke. "You are mine."
Jack staggered back, nearly tripping over a piece of furniture that he then used to steady himself. His legs felt like he was drunk. He could hardly walk. He lurched from handhold to handhold in an effort to get away. He need to get out of this room. He found the exit and half fell through in his haste to leave.
Jill walked over to Sheila.
"Mary" she said.
"Yes, Mary?" Sheila replied addressing Jill by the same name.
"Did she come?"
"Yes, she became me and I became her. We fucked God. He fucked us."
'Yes." Jill knelt down before Sheila and looked directly into her eyes. "I love you, Mary."
"I love you too, Mary."
Jill leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Sheila's pussy. She began to lick and drink in the cum that was leaking out. Mom's head appeared beside Jill's and together they continued to imbibe the nectar of God's cock. There was so much of it, but they didn't mind.
When they were done, they made sure that there was still a coating on their lips. They stood, helped Sheila off of the furniture and stand on wobbly legs. Then Jill stepped over to Mike, who had come close by as she and Mom had filled themselves at Sheila's beautiful pussy.
She reached her arm around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Mike kissed her deeply.
"Salty kisses" she said.
Mom was next as she and Mike kissed with equal fervor.
"Salty kisses" Mom said.
*Coming: The road to the Magdalene Experience begins at the back door.
Note from TSM - When I started this writing, I had every intention of making Jack "Dad" Baylor the main character around which everything else revolved. Mike and Jill were minor characters. But they hijacked this story and told it the way they wanted, and it became mostly about them and their interaction with Sheila, rather than interaction between "Dad" and Sheila.
So it has gone off in a direction that I didn't think that it would. And they are not done yet. There is a "part 2", The Magdalene Experience. If there is interest, I will tell the next part of Mike, Jill and Sheila and at some point return to focus on Jack.
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Title: Rory's Weekend by Panthera
Tags: Cub, No-Yiff, Other/Herm, Spanking
Rory's Weekend By : Panthera
This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or otherwise published anywhere, in any way shape or form, without the express permission of the author.
It was finally the end of the school year. Rory sat behind his desk, wearing his blue jean cut-off shorts, and his favorite T-shirt, the Cincinnati Bengals one he had been given for his birthday. Happy that the day, and his school year, was finally almost over, he relaxed in his chair. The young tiger cub had been having some troubles during the year, but he thought he had gotten past them. He had his whole summer in front of him, and the fall start of the school year seemed like an eternity away. Five minutes before the final bell rang, the teacher had everyone line up in front of the room. Rory noticed how empty the room looked with all the posters and decorations down, all the desks cleaned and empty. He still couldn't wait to be out for the summer though. Their teacher padded along down the line, saying goodbye to her class for the year, and handing each one their final report card. As she finishes, she spoke to them all as a class for one last time. "Now then, all of you have been given your final report card this year. You'll notice they're folded in two and stapled along each edge." Rory glanced at his folded note card and nodded. "That is to prevent tampering," she continued. "No one can look at their report cards, or try to change anything, without their parents knowing they did so. And I've written in each one that they have been stapled and sealed as well, so your parents will know." Everyone gave small nods, just wanting to be out of the classroom finally. The bell rang, and as the teacher waved her paw, everyone filed out quietly. It was not until they were outside that everyone began running home. Rory put his report card in his pocket and ran home happily. He arrived home a little earlier than usual, but not by much. Panting, he ran into the house, closing the door quietly behind him. He saw his mother sitting on the couch, and calmed down, padding over to her slowly, but smiling. "Hello son." she smiled. "All done for the year?" Rory nodded vigorously, smiling, "Yeah mamma! School's closed!" The two tigers, mother and son, shared a chuckle. "Well, then do you have something for me son?" Rory smiled, "Oh yeah!" he climbed up onto her lap and kissed her cheek. His mother purred to her son, hugging him close in her arms, "Well I never mind getting those from you son, but that wasn't exactly what I meant." "Hmm?" "Didn't your teacher give you a report card for the year today?" Rory smiled and nodded. He reached into his pocket and handed it to her. "Still sealed I see. Why don't you go play in your room son?" He smiled and kissed her again before scampering off to his bedroom. His mother tore out the staples with her claws, and began looking over the grades and final comments listed there. As she read, she began to frown. A couple of hours later, while Rory was still playing in his room, his father arrived home. He came in, tired from a day of work, but happy to have a weekend off with his family. As he saw his wife's demeanor, his spirits fell a little. "Love? Is something the matter?" She sighed, nodding as she passed Rory's report card to his father. He too started to frown as he read the notes and grades listed there. He finished and looked to her, frowning, "Not as bad as it could be I suppose. Have you said anything to him?" She shook her head, "I'm almost too mad to. Would you take care of him?" He nodded, "I suppose I have to after this mess." They exchanged kisses, and he walked off, towards Rory's room. Rory was playing with his toy cars on his racetrack as his father padded up to the door. "Son?" He turned and smiled, "Hi daddy!" His father sat down on the bed, "Son, come up here." Rory gave a shrug and started to climb up onto his father lap. He hugged his son warmly for a moment before speaking again. "We got your report card today son." Rory looked up at his father, nodding. His father sighed. "You know what it said?" Rory shook his head. His father began to read from the card. "Lack of discipline, one of the leading troublemakers in the class, but with more personal discipline and more direction, he could have straight A grades, not just a few A grades." Rory began to frown. His father continued reading. "An A in reading and science. But a B minus in spelling, a C in penmanship and citizenship, and a D minus in math. Son, why didn't you tell us math was giving you problems?" Rory turned his gaze back down at the ground. "You'd laugh." "Why would we son?" "Other cubs do." "But we're not cubs son. I know, we both know, how hard math can be to learn. We would have tried our best to help you son." Rory sighed. His father gave his rear a firm pat with his paw. "You have a serious lesson to learn right here son, and I'm going to make sure it's not one you'll ever forget." Rory squirmed, starting to stand up so he could undress. His father nodded, "Yes, that's good. You know the position. I'll be right back." Rory sighed as he finished undressing. He knew he was really in for it. Not wanting things any worse than they already were, he folded his clothes in a neat pile, set them aside, then bent himself over the foot of his bed, nude, with a pillow underneath his belly, and another one below his head. It seemed like an eternity to the little cub before his father returned. Rory didn't see what his father was carrying. "Now Rory, you know why we have to do this?" Rory nodded his head softly, "Because of my grades?" The older orange-and-black feline nodded. "Yes, and what else?" Rory thought a moment. "Mmm ... 'cuz I didn't come and ask for help?" He nodded, "Yes, and there's one other thing." Rory couldn't think of what else there could be. "What's dat?" "Your teacher said you had a problem being disciplined. Your mother and I are going to make sure you know what discipline is this weekend son, and any other day or weekend afterwards we think you need it." "What you mean daddy?" "I'll explain after this is over son. You're getting this three times. One for your bad grade, one for not coming to us for help, and one for not behaving in school this year." Rory mewled softly, a sense of dread beginning to swell up in his gut. "You'll thank this for me someday son." Rory doubted that, but didn't see any reason to mention it. He heard a familiar snap! of the belt as his father folded the leather strap in half. He braced himself, and as he had expected, a second later, he felt a small gust of wind on his exposed backside, a moment before the belt landed hard, making a line of searing pain across both cheek. Rory jumped against the bed, beginning to sniffle already from that pain, with more on the way. "Just stay there son. This is far from over." Rory had little choice in the matter. He didn't even want to think what his punishment would be if he tried to move out of the way. The flexible, black, leather belt swung true on his rear again, and then again once more. Each one got a new mrew! of pain from the tiger cub, and when the belt landed again, he couldn't hold back anymore, and just started to bawl on the bed, warm cub tears running down both sides of his muzzle as he his face against the pillow. His father moved closer, and Rory felt his tail being lifted by his father's paw. He had only done this twice before, and both times were ones Rory would never forget. Again the belt fell, hard, this time landing painfully right against the base of the cub's tail. This made him shriek out in sheer agony, a whole new wave of sobs coming from the very sore cub. And there were still two more to go. The older tiger sat down by his son, rubbing his back with a paw, letting the cub cry all he needed to. "Son?" Rory wiped his eyes with his paws and looked up at his father. "Mmm?" "That one was for your bad grade. Do you remember the last time I spanked you over my lap?" Rory had to think about that, which he found a little hard to do from the pain in his rear. "Uhm ... wasn't it at the park few weeks ago?" He nodded, "Yes. You remember what it was for?" Rory nodded his head slightly. He remember a lot about that day, mainly the pain. "Cuz I pushed that bunnygirl off the swings and she hurted her knees?" "Yes son. I was very angry at you over that, but also very disappointed you had been so mean to her." Rory watched his father, noticing for the first time his face wasn't angry, but more thoughtful, maybe even a little sad. "And that's how I feel now. Next time you have a problem that you can't handle, whether it's in school or not, I expect you to come to us son." Rory nodded, "I try to daddy." He leaned down and licked his son's face. "Good. Now up you go." Rory shuffled forward on all four paws slowly, not wanting what was coming, but knowing he did deserve it. He set one of his pillows on his father's lap, then climbed across, his rump up in the air as he settled down. His father smiled a little, "I certainly did a number on your bottom I see." Rory had to agree. "I hope this makes this lesson sink home son." Rory only needed to feel one swat to know what was being used. His mother's almost antique wooden furbrush. Each swat of the brush made a big spot of his backside burn, but what hurt the most was how completely his whole backside, even under his tail and down his legs, could be reached by the brush. His father was also an adept at reaching everywhere with the brush. Taking his time as he went along, but still keeping the swats coming at a quick pace, he completely covered Rory's rump in more pain. Knowing what he was doing, he made sure to alternate from side to side on his cub's rear, only giving a few swats on each side before returning to the other side. He didn't go anywhere close to his son's tailbase though. Rory squirmed on his father's lap, but found himself held in place by his tail. Squirm and kick all he might, his father only kept continuing, methodically burning this lesson into his son's already very sore backside. Rory cried again, though not nearly as loud as before. The brush definitely hurt him, but it wasn't as much of a shock each time it hit him. He wiped at his eyes a few times, but gave that up and just let himself cry as his father worked on him. He continued on, covering most areas two, sometimes even three times, before he finally finished. It had only been a couple of minutes, but to the one suffering the furbrush, it felt like a lot longer. The older tiger set the brush down, and rubbed his son's back softly, even purrrring a bit to the hurt cub. Gradually Rory calmed down again, though he didn't think he'd be sitting down anytime soon. His father picked him up, and being careful not to touch his son's rear (or to let him touch it either) he hugged him warmly. Rory smiled and hugged back around his father's neck. His rear still felt like it was on fire, but he knew he was loved all the same. He held his son close, nuzzling him gently. "You know there's one more still son." Rory sighed, but nodded a bit as he snuggled up to his father's warm, rumbling chest. "I love you daddy." His father smiled, kissing his son's cheek before setting him down on his lap again. "I love you too son. But I think you know you need this." Rory gave a small hint of a nod as he settled into position. Once more, his tail was lifted out of the way gently by a paw, then he felt his father's other paw rubbing very warmly over his rear. Rory squirmed and shook a little as the pain was rubbed into him, but it also was rubbing it away a little, so he didn't mind so badly, for the moment. Then, his paw raised up, and Rory felt another familiar type of swat on his rear, his father's paw. Rory jumped a little, beginning to cry again almost instantly as he endured yet another spanking that evening. His rear was beginning to glow bright red underneath his fur, even turning slightly purple in a few well-tended to spots. His father was as methodical as before, but firmer, and quicker, giving barrage after barrage of quick, stinging slaps to his son's rear. As with the brush, he made sure to cover everywhere, even giving a few quick smacks to the back of his son's thighs. As Rory cried louder at that, squirming like a very sore, very sorry cub on the bed, he felt his tail being lifted a bit higher. Knowing what was coming, he had just enough time to whimper once between his sobs, before his father finished the spanking. To send his point truly home, he aimed right at Rory's tailbase. Spending almost half a minute there, he quickly turned Rory's whole body into a squirming, wriggling body of pain, each stinging swat there sending a similar sting up his backbone. Rory sobbed out loud, making a small shriek once again before his father finished up on him. He stroked down his son's fur, knowing his sorry cub needed to cry, and letting him. He stayed there patiently until Rory had calmed down enough to breathe normally. "Now son, I think you could use a nap right now. We'll talk about this weekend after dinner, alright?" The cub nodded. "Good." His father kissed him again. "Rest well son." He set the cub down on his front on the bed, putting his pillows back under his head. Rory was fast asleep before his father had even left the room.
Later that evening, after Rory had uncomfortably sat through dinner, he had a talk with his parents. His mother spoke first. "You see son, we think maybe what you need is more discipline to help you learn about disciplining yourself." Rory blinked a little. "What dat mean?" "Son," spoke his father, "for the rest of the weekend, you're going to be kept right in sight, where we both can see you at any time. Understand so far? That means no going outside, no going anywhere, unless we take you there." Rory nodded glumly. "Good. And during this time, anytime you do something you know is wrong, or something we feel you know better than to do or say, we're going to punish you however we see fit. Ok?" Rory didn't like it, but he knew he had to accept it. "Ok." Both his parents nodded. "Please clean off the table son. Your mother will wash the dishes." Rory was thankful for an excuse to get off his rear, so he quietly cleared the table. "Would you like him to help you fry off the dishes my love?" asked his father. She nodded, smiling, "Yes, that would be nice." Rory helped to get all the dishes and glasses to the sink, then grabbed the dish towel and stood beside his mother, waiting to help. One by one, as she handed him each glass, each spoon and fork (the knives she would dry herself) he dried them dutifully with the towel, setting them on the counter when finished. They didn't speak much, but both felt happy. She then started handing dishes to Rory, and again he dried each one carefully before setting them on the counter. Then it happened. As Rory was setting one dish on the pile he had made on the counter, his mother began to hold another plate out to him. Rory turned to grab it, before he had set the damp plate on top of the stack. The cub grabbed onto the plate his mother was holding, and neither of them saw the dish fall until they heard it clatter, then shatter, on the tile kitchen floor. His mother quickly pulled Rory back from the broken flatware on the floor, making sure he didn't get cut. As she held him, moving him away from the debris, she heard him mutter, "Dammit." She frowned and turned him around to look her in the eyes, "What did you say son?" He blinked, not even realizing he had said anything until she spoke to him. "Uhhm .. " was all he could muster in his defense. "I see." She frowned at him. "Go wait for me in the bathroom cub. Now!" Rory frowned and padded off, carefully avoiding the dish on the floor. His mother swept up the pieces on the floor, made sure all the tiny pieces of flatware were gone, so it was safe to walk, then padded into the bathroom, upset, but calm-headed. Rory was standing by their tub, waiting quietly. "Son ... " his mother spoke as she sat beside him on the edge of the tub. "Where did you learn that word?" He frowned, looking down at his feet. "School." She sighed. "Oh. Did one of the teachers say it?" He shook his head. "Someone on the playground?" He nodded. "Don't you know that's not a good word to say?" Again, the cub nodded. She put her paw under his chin, raising it slowly, making him look her in the eyes, "So why did you say it Rory?" The cub gulped a little. His mother didn't scare him, usually, but he was still feeling nervous. "Cuz I got real mad. It was loud .. an' I didn' mean for it to drop mommy." She nodded to him, kissing his cheek gently, smiling just a little. "I know you didn't son. If I thought you broke that dish on purpose, you'd be over my lap right now, ok?" Rory nodded a little, feeling less nervous. "But ... I do not like potty mouths that use bad words. Do you ever hear your father or myself use those bad words?" Rory thought about it, but couldn't even remember hearing those words come from them. "No momma." Again, she nodded. "That's right. We don't like them, don't use them, and we won't stand for you using them either, even if you were startled." "I'm sorry momma." "Yes, I know son, but remember what we said about this weekend?" Rory nodded. "Alright then. Open your mouth and hold still." Rory watched her begin to get things ready by the sink. "Why?" She glanced down at him, "If you use dirty words, you get your mouth cleaned out cub." Rory sighed, even growling a little under his breath. "What was that?" "Nothing mommy." She gave another nod, then went back to what she was doing. Rory heard running water as he opened his muzzle up as wide as he could. She sat back down by him, holding him between her legs. "Now watch cub." He watched as she held out the damp washcloth. In her other paw, she smeared a big drop of liquid soap onto the cloth, then rubbed the cloth together in her paws. As she rubbed, a white, soapy film emerged on the cloth. Rory still had his muzzle open. She twisted the cloth into a long bundle of soapy cloth, and pushed it into his open mouth, with one end hanging out each side of his muzzle. "Now bite down son." Rory grimaced as he bit down, holding his muzzle closed around the soap, the sickening taste assaulting his taste and smell, some of the suds even starting to work down his throat. His mother put one paw on top of his muzzle, and one paw below it. As she held the cub still between her legs, she held his muzzle closed. Rory continued to grimace, beginning to squirm as the nasty taste worked even more into his stomach. She only watched him calmly, holding him there for his punishment. Rory continued to be forced to taste the stuff, squirming and trying to groan as a sick feeling began to grow in his belly. After a full five minutes, she let go of his muzzle, and turned on the flow of water into the bathtub. "Think you've had enough son?" He did not need to be asked twice. He nodded vigorously. "You can rinse your mouth out, after you get in the tub. You're being given a bath, then put to bed early son." Rory would have agreed to anything to get rid of the taste in his mouth. He climbed into the warm water, and sat down carefully, whimpering softly. Quickly, he put his muzzle under the faucet and just let the water rinse the soap out of his muzzle. He spat out suds as well, but after a good deal of rinsing, his sick feeling began to fade. His mother smiled a little, "Feel better now?" Rory nodded, "Yes mommy. Sorry I said that word." She smiled, hugging the wet cub to her wet shirt, "I know son." She then gave the young cub a warm bath, using lots of soap on his fur, but being careful not to get any more in his muzzle. They didn't talk much, but by the time she had finished rinsing him off, Rory was smiling again. She helped him out of the tub, wrapped a warm, thick, green, adult-sized beach towel around him, almost swaddling him in the fuzzy warmth. He grinned and snuggled against the towel, giggling as she lifted him up and over her shoulder to carry him to her bedroom. Setting the bundle down, she unfurled the blanket, grinning, "All dry now too?" Rory nodded, giggling as he tried to sneak under the towel again. She smiled, tickling his footpaws as he tried to crawl from her. The cub laughed, giggling and squirming in place, all thoughts of getting away now forgotten. Then, she pounced on top of him, grinning as she held the towel down with her weight, holding him snug to his bed. Rory smiled up at her. "Love you son." "Love you too mommy." She smiled down at him, though her voice was slightly more serious, but still happy. "Know what you need now son?" Rory shook his head. "This weekend son, you're not to be out of our sights, even at night." "How you doin' dat?" She smiled. "You're sleeping in our bed son, and staying there from now until we get up in the morning." "But what if I gotta go poddy?" She let go of the cub, sitting beside him on the bed now. "That's why you'll be wearing a diaper son." Rory frowned. "But I'm not a baby!" "I didn't say you were son, but you will wear one tonight, and tomorrow night, and maybe even the night after." Rory mrewled softly, pitifully. "I don't wanna." She stopped getting up and turned to look at him. "What did you say?" Rory felt very nervous, but kept speaking. "I said I don't wanna wear a diaper." She frowned, getting back on the bed beside him. " Rory ... you are wearing a diaper tonight. The only question is if you wear one like you are now, or on a sore rear end." Rory sighed loudly. "Okay, okay." She gave a quick nod, "Move the towel, and stay right there." Rory did as he was told, while his mother found a pile of his old cloth diapers in her closet. She came back with two of them, and two safety pins. She knelt down before him on the bed, much like she used to when he still needed these at night. Both mother and son remembered those days. "Alright, lift your legs son." Slowly, grudgingly, Rory lifted his legs up. His mother lifted them the rest of the way, so he was leaning on his shoulders, his rear a few inches off of the bed. Expertly, she slid the diaper under him with only her one free paw. After the diaper was in place, she slid the other under him. Then, as Rory thought he was about to be let go, he felt a sharp, very painful swat on his backside. He looked up, and met the gaze of his mother. "Son ... I don't like it when you talk back to me like that." She emphasized her words with another very hard smack. Rory winced, "I'm sorry ... I just don' wanna be a baby mommy." She nodded, "I know son, and I don't think you're a baby. I'm certainly not treating you anymore like a baby than just diapering you. You do need this son." Her son gave a small nod. She leaned down and kissed his nose, then let go of his kegs and carefully pinned the two diapers together at Rory's sides. "And now son, you're going to sleep." She moved the sheets down off the bed and pulled Rory up close to her chest. She pulled the blankets over them both, purrring lovingly to her son as she held him close. "Mommy?" She smiles, kissing his head softly, "Yes my son?" "You an' daddy know about math?" She chuckled a little, "We know what we're doing, yes." The worn out cub yawned, "Mebbe sometime you teach it to me?" She smiled, purrrring louder than before suddenly and kissing him again. "Yes son, I promise. It's time for bed now." "Love you pretty mommy." She smiled, turning off the light beside the bed, "I love you too silly son." Rory curled up against her in the dark, feeling safe in her warm embrace in the late evening light. And though he never saw, his mother shed a tear as he fell asleep, his head resting against her bosom, a sight she hadn't seen in years.
The next morning, as usual, Rory woke up before his parents did. He was still being held by his mother's paw, and even if he had wanted to, he would not have been able to get free from her. So he laid there, comfortably, relaxing. He really had to use the restroom, but couldn't get free. After a few minutes more lying there, he lost control, and thoroughly wet his diaper. He kept quiet, and merely snuggled against his mother, waiting for someone to change him. He fell asleep again while he waited, only waking up in mid-morning as his parents did. They all nuzzled, and kissed one another. His mother tended to him while his father went to make breakfast. She smiled as she took him into the bathroom, taking his diaper off and cleaning him up with the soapy cloth she'd used the night before. The cub giggled at the attention, then happily went along with her wishes as his mother dressed him for the day, in a T-shirt, and a pair of shorts, but no underwear. The two walked into the kitchen together, in good spirits. They sat down, growing even hungrier as they smelled the eggs and the bacon cooking. His father sat down a minute or two later, with plates of food, and they all ate well. After breakfast, Rory got out form his chair, and began to pad outside, forgetting about his weekend. "Son?" called his father, "Where are you going?" He looked back, smiling, "I was going out inna backyard." His father shook his head, "No you're not. Come here." Rory frowned, padding to his father's side. The older tiger moved his chair back and patted his lap, "Up here now son." Rory whined, but climbed up and positioned himself over his father's lap. "How come daddy?" He watched the cub as he slid his shorts down his legs. "You're not going out to play this weekend son. You're not supposed to go or do anything unless we tell you to, or give you permission if you ask us." Rory frowned. He had forgotten all about his punishment weekend. He was about to plead his case, when a firm paw swat on his hind end made him forget any ideas of that. He made a small mrewl, whimpering as his father's paw landed again, then again, and again once more. By now, the cub was in tears, sniffling and crying on his father's lap. His mother halfway watched as she cleared the table. The tiger swatted five or six more times before he stopped. He slid his son's shorts off, then set him on his feet. "In the corner cub, and keep those paws at your sides." Rory sniffled and ran into the corner. He leaned against the walls there, fighting the urge to rub his rear end, sniffling until he stopped crying. After his mother had finished washing and drying the dishes, she padded up behind him. "Son?" He kept facing the corner. "Yes mommy?" "We have a few chores we need to do today, you and I. And you know what will happen if you don't help me." He nodded. "What's that?" Rory frowned a little. "I gets in trouble." The tigress nodded, "That's right. Are you ready to help me? Or do you need to stay in your corner for a while more?" "No, I can help you now." She smiled, "Good. Come with me." He followed her into the living room, where she handed a dry dustrag to him. "The shelves by the TV, the legs of the table and the chairs in here, and in the dining room, the TV itself, and the tables by the couches all need dusting." He frowned at the list of things he had to do. "What you gonna do mommy?" he asked. She watched him for a moment, then decided he wasn't getting fresh with his question, so she answered him calmly. "I'm vacuuming the floor in both rooms, as well as the couch and the seats of the chairs, and ironing both tablecloths." Rory nodded, and they both got to work. Rory never liked the vacuum cleaner, so he did his dusting under the tables while she was cleaning the carpets and the cushions, always managing to be in the other room than the one she was vacuuming. When she finished, her went about dusting the shelves and TV and end tables, while she ironed. "Mommy?" She looked down at him, "Yes?" "How come we gotta do all this?" She moved over to the couch, after turning off the iron, and motioned him over. He padded to her side slowly. "Son, do you like having a nice, clean house?" He nodded. "Do you think the house cleans itself son?" "No." "That's why we have to do these chores son." He nodded again and was about to go back to his dusting, when he felt her pulling him back by the shoulder. He looked up at her, then frowned as she was leading him to the couch beside her. "Bend over Rory." He sighed and bent over the front of the couch. With one paw on his back, he found he could hardly move. His mother swatted him five times quickly, leaving stinging pawprints on his rear. He whined, sniffling as she held him down. "I don't mind you asking questions son, but only if you want to know something you didn't before." Rory nodded his head a little, rubbing at his face with his paws. "Now, if I let you up, are you going to behave?" "Uh huh mommy." She let him up, "Good. You're almost done dusting too son." He nodded, and they both returned to work. A few minutes later, both were finished. Afterwards, she picked Rory up and carried him into his own bedroom. "I see you didn't get things picked up in here last night son." Rory frowned as he looked around at all his toys. She set him down, standing in the doorway, "Pick everything up, then come back here." Rory took as much time in picking up his room as he could. Slowly, he got everything put away, folded, and he straightened out his bed. Then he padded back to his mother. She took him by the paw and led him back into her bedroom. "Up on the bed son." He frowned, and climbed up. She sat down beside him, setting something on her bedside table. "Rory?" He looked up at her. "Didn't we tell you to put something away before you get out something else to play with?" Rory could only nod. "In that case son, I think you need something before I put you down for a nap." He sighed and turned onto his front. His young ears perked up and he heard a deep, but soft growl coming from his mother. "You are so going to get it now cub. I hadn't planned on using my brush, but now I think you need it." He whined, but the sound was soon replaced by crying and tears, as well as the steady whack whack whack of the brush on his exposed backside. Rory squirmed and cried, mrewling in the pain as the brush smacked his rear for the second time in as many days. The cub didn't know whether his father or his mother was worse with the brush. While his father had some kind of rhythm to his spanking, his mother seemed much more random about it. He never knew where the next touch of the brush would be felt on him, nor how hard or soft it would be. Sometimes he could hardly feel the smack, and sometimes he thought she was hitting hard enough for his fur to fall out. By the time she finished, his rump had a very bright red glow, even showing through his fur, and the pillow he was lying against had a small spot that was damp from cub tears. She didn't need to even tell him he was being put down for a nap. After she finished with him, he fell fast asleep. He was woken up a few hours later by his father gently shaking him, "Son?" Rory yawned, looking up at him. "Mmm daddy?" He smiled, "It's almost time for dinner son. Come along." Rory yawned and stretched out as he followed his father into the kitchen. The cub sat uncomfortably in the wooden kitchen chair, but knowing the consequences, he tried to keep his squirming to a minimum. His parents smiled to each other as the meal ended. Rory remained seated. "What should we do tonight?" "Well, I'm not sure my love." said his mother. "Perhaps a movie? Or a good evening of quiet reading?" His father smiled, "Those both sound good." He looked to Rory. "You're being very patient son, thank you. Was there anything you had wanted to do this evening?" Rory smiled, finally getting his chance to speak. "I like seein' movies with you ... an' playin's fun too." His father smiled, "A movie does sound nice. But if we watch one here son, you're going to be quiet during the movie, ok?" Rory nodded, "I can be quiet daddy." His father stood up and helped Rory down from his chair. He knelt beside his son, smiling, "I'll pick something we all enjoy while you and your mother clean the dishes, ok?" Rory smiled, nodding. He began to go towards his mother, when his father stopped him. "Hmm?" "And son ... if you say a bad word tonight ... I'll deal with you, got it?" Rory wasn't sure exactly what that would involve, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to find out. "Ok daddy." His father gave him a firm swat on his rear, making Rory whine a little as he went back to his mother's side. After a warning like that, the cub was very careful with the dishes, and even more careful with what he said. They finished the dishes without incident, and went back into the living room. His mother laid down on the couch, resting her head on his father's leg, and Rory sat on the floor. His father turned on the movie, The Littlest Tyger, which was Rory's favorite. His parents kissed quietly on the couch, keeping an eye on the cub while he watched. He remembered his father's words, and stayed quiet the whole time, only smiling during the happy scenes, and even remaining silent during the dramatic scenes. After the movie, he turned to look at his parents, who were just relaxing as far as he could see. "Still like that one son?" Rory nodded, smiling, "Yeah! It's my favorite!" His parents chuckled. "I think it's time for bed, for all of us." Rory frowned a little, but didn't say anything. The three tigers padded into the large bedroom, beginning to settle in for bed. His mother beckoned him over again, "Come here cub." Rory padded over quickly, correctly guessing he was being diapered for the evening. He didn't struggle this time, letting her diaper his freely. The three tigers settled into the warm bed, with a few comfortable sheets pulled over them. That night, though Rory kissed both his parents goodnight, he curled up against his father's strong, muscular chest, nuzzling up to it as he got comfortable. His father purrrred loud enough to make the whole bed rumble slightly, and Rory fell asleep as a very relaxed kitten.
He woke before his parents again, still snuggled to his father's chest. The young cub relieved himself in his diaper, but stayed awake this time, snuggled happily to the older tiger's warmth. With a wide yawn that showed off his teeth, Rory's father woke. He smiled, pulling his son into a warm hug. The cub purrred, nuzzling against his strong, loving arms. "Morning daddy." He smiles, licking over his son's ears, "Good morning my son. Sleep well?" Rory nodded, smiling. His father patted his son's cloth diaper softly, feeling the wetness there. "And you stayed here in bed too I see." Rory nodded, blushing a little. His father picked his son up in his arms, then carried him into the restroom. "You need to go any more son?" Rory shook his head. "Alright then." he set the cub down and unfastened his diaper. Suddenly, the air conditioner started up, blowing a steady stream of cool air past Rory's cold, damp groin. The cub shivered, feeling himself tightening up, suddenly needing to wet again. His father got a washcloth wet, in some warm water, and started wiping down his son. Rory shivered a little more, really feeling like he needed to go now. "The AC a little cold for you son?" Rory nodded quickly. The older tiger chuckled, and continued cleaning the cub. Rory shivered once more, then gave a sad, pitiful mrew. "What's wrong son?" Rory was about to answer, when his body answered for him. He frowned, as did his father a moment later, when a trickle of his pee started to flow. His father held the washcloth up in front of his son's crotch, letting the cloth soak up the sudden flow. A few moments later, it ended. His father sighed, looking down at his son. "I thought you didn't have to go anymore son." Rory frowned. "But I didn't mean to daddy! The air conditioner made me cuz it was so cold." His father frowned in disbelief. Without saying another word, Rory felt himself being lifted up again, and carried. He found himself being carried backwards into his room. He was set down softly on his own bed, nude. His father got down on one knee, looking nose-to-nose with his son. "I'm very disappointed in you son." "But it wasn't my fault daddy!" He sighed loudly, a sound almost like a growl now. "I'm going to get something from the backyard. If you want to sit down at all this summer, you'll stay right here cub." Rory's bottom jaw trembled in fear, and in shame. "What ... you getting?" His father stood up solemnly. "You'll see." He stepped out of the room. Rory watched him leave, not knowing what to think. He frowned, and waited quietly, beginning to get a sense of dread in his gut. A ten minute eternity later, his father approached. He held out a long, thin branch that looked like it had been stripped clean of all leaves and bark and rough edges. "Do you know what this is son?" Rory gulped. "A ... a stick?" His father gave a small nod, "Well yes, but it's a specially prepared stick. Have you ever heard of a switch?" Rory frowned. He'd heard other cubs at his school talking about them, and from how they described it, he wanted no part of it. He gave a small, fearful nod. "Good. You know what to do then." The cub set the pillows up as he had been instructed, and bent over the foot of the bed, positioning himself over the pillows, with his tail at the side, showing his backside. His father rose to his paws, nodding, "Correct. You're only getting five with the switch now son, but if you act up today, you'll get five more before bed. Am I understood?" Rory nodded, sighing into the pillow. He didn't want to know what a switch felt like, but he was about to find out anyway. His father flicked his wrist quickly. The cub only heard a faint whirring sound as the switch cut through the air, then felt it's sting across his rear end. He howled out in pain, thinking his father had just torn apart the skin on his rear. He watched his son's rear, noticing how quickly he could see the bright red welt forming in a long, but thin, line across his son's backside. Making sure not to cross the first line, he added a second, and then a third. Rory roared out with as much might as his small body would let him. Each time it struck him, he lurched against the bed, then bit down on the pillow, screaming into it with his pain. Never had Rory ever felt anything so painful as this in his whole life. He just wanted it to end. Still being careful not to cross any previous lines, knowing that could easily draw blood, he gave his son the final two swings of the switch. Again, Rory screamed into the pillow. After the switching was done, he could only lay there, feeling like his backside had been ripped to shreds, bawling and whimpering, even afraid to touch his backside, even if his father had let him. The older tiger sat on the bed, rubbing his son's back and neck , softly skritching him with his claws. He knew his son would need a long time to clam down from that punishment, and he stayed with him the whole time, rubbing, petting, skritching, and purrring gently to his son. It was a good twenty minutes before Rory could stop whimpering and speak normally, though he was still sniffling. "Dat hurted a lot daddy!" He nodded, "Yes son, I know." "How do you know daddy?" he asked honestly. His father pulled Rory up onto his lap, still lying on his front, and hugged his son tightly. "Because son, when I was a cub, from when I was your age until I was almost in puberty, that's what I normally got my punishments with." Rory nuzzled against his father. The cub couldn't imagine getting that more than once. "You did?" he asked sympathetically. His father nodded, licking over his son's ears. "Yes son, and believe me, I remember each one. But after the first one, believe me, I made up my mind not to get any more." "Didja get more?" His father chuckled a bit, nodding, "Yes son, more than a few times I got more with the switch." Rory nodded, making up his mind suddenly, "Well I'm not gonna." The older tiger grinned, "I'll keep you to that son." The two snuggled together as Rory slowly began to feel better, forgetting about his backside. As early afternoon rolled around, Rory finally stood up. Walking still hurt a little, as did sitting down, but not so bad he couldn't do it anymore. That afternoon, as a family, they got dressed and went to the backyard. Rory stayed close to his parents, helping them with the yardwork, mainly with the raking since he was too young to work the mower. His father would mow one side of the yard, after Rory and his mother had cleared it of leaves and debris. Then, Rory and his mother went to the garden, while his father tended to their front yard. "Now son, I want you to help me pick the weeds out." He nodded, smiling. "Now don't pull out anything unless I tell you to, and then only pull out what I tell you and nothing else." "Ok mommy." She smiled. They walked through the rows of her garden together, and she would point out a weed here and there for him to attack, and he would pull it out, root and all. She was also pleased that he wasn't taking out anything else. "Mommy?" he asked as he stood form successfully removing another weed. She smiled at him, the warm weather brightening everyone's mood. "Yes my son?" "You was a cub too right?" She chuckled, "A while ago, but yes, I was." "You gots punished when you was a cub?" She nodded, "Yes Rory I did." They continued walking along, with Rory doing most of the weed pulling. "How was you punished?" "Usually I was spanked with a furbrush son." "Those hurt mommy." She chuckled again, nodding, "Trust me son, I know." They both smiled. She came to a stop and knelt down, with Rory going to his side. "Why ya stop mommy?" She smiled, digging a little with her paws, "See son, my peppers are ready to be picked now." "Can I help?" She hugged her son to her chest, purrrring to him softly. "Yes son, of course you can. Just do as I do, alright?" He nodded, eager to help. He watched as she gripped one of the large peppers by the stem, then twisted it a bit, and using the claws on her other paw, sliced the stem off. Rory smiled. He was hardly ever allowed to use his claws. They both went at it, twisting and slicing, though it usually took Rory a few swipes of his paw to break a pepper free. Some of the peppers were larger hat Rory's paw was. They finished shortly, having a good harvest of sixteen green peppers. "Can I carry them inside mommy?" She smiled, "I think I'd better do it. I thank you though." Rory frowned, but nodded, "Ok" She watched him for a moment, then carried the peppers into the house. With Rory by her side, she washed them all off, then set them on the counter to dry. "What we gonna do now?" She smiled at him, "Come with me." He followed her into the front yard, now that his father was finished there, and she knelt down by her flower garden. "We picking more weeds?" She nodded, "But only the ones I tell you to pull out son." He nodded a little bit, "I know, I know." She glanced at him again, but said nothing. She merely pointed to the ones that were weeds, and watching him closely, made sure he got them out. There weren't many weeds, so it only took her a few minutes to have Rory get them all. She stood up and brushed off her pants. Rory dusted some dirt off the fur on his knees. "Come along." He followed her to the side of the house, where the hose was. "Son, can you carry the end of the hose back up by my flowers please?" He nodded, pulling the hose carefully as she unwound it from the wall. "There?" she called around the side of the house. "Yeah!" "Ok son. Aim it at the grass and hold it for me please?" "Sure!" She nodded, thinking he was over his little pout, and turned the water on a little ways. As she walked back around to the front of the house, she got quite a surprise. Rory was standing, and aiming the hose away from her flowers, but with his attention on something in one of the trees, the young orange-and-black cub didn't watch what way the water was spraying. He heard a loud growl, only to look towards it and see his mother standing, with a large wet patch soaking her shirt and her jeans. Rory saw her, and though he didn't want to, he started laughing. She growled again and started stalking towards him, getting wetter. "Give me the hose Rory!" Rory gave it to her, still laughing at the scene. She sighed and turned the water on the flowers, muttering to herself. A few minutes later, she stopped, and Rory had calmed by then. She turned the hose off, and coiled it up, then looked at Rory, with a very unhappy look on her face. Rory started to frown. "Inside. Now." Rory padded slowly towards the door. A growl from his mother made him scurry faster. As his mother was padding inside, his father came around the other corner of the house. His mother just glared at him. "Don't even think about it." He gave a nod, keeping his face calm, though he was chuckling on the inside. "Let me guess." She only nodded to him and continued inside. His father sighed. She walked past Rory's room, and stopped. "Get undressed. Now." She walked past to her own room, to undress, dry off, then go into her son's room. She grabbed her wooden furbrush on the way. Rory was undressed when she arrived at his room. He looked up at her with pitiful eyes. "Oh, you're sorry now Rory?" He nodded, "Yeah mommy." She sat down on his bed, motioning to her lap, "I intend to make sure you are. You'd have been spanked for this anyway cub, even if we weren't trying to teach you something this weekend." Rory only nodded as he climbed over her lap, slightly thankful his mother never used the belt on him. He felt his tail being moved to the side carefully by her paw, then that same paw holding his back down, keeping him on her lap. She swatted him once, hard. He yelped softly. "Did you think soaking me with the hose was funny son?" He didn't want to admit that it was an accident, nor did he want to admit that he found it funny all the same. He only shrugged. She smacked him again, hard, four more times with the brush. He began to sniffle and mrewl, tears welling up in his eyes. "So would you have sprayed your father with the hose?" Rory thought about it and shook is head. He got another five hard whacks of the furbrush on his rear, leaving warm, burning patches on his skin there. The cub was crying now, sniffling, panting through his sobs. "I'm very upset with you Rory." Then, she truly went at it. The brush swung up and down again and again, making sure the cub could feel her anger. He kicked his feet, crying out loud, the tears running in rivers down his young face. He whined, he sniffled, he bawled on her lap as she continued on him. After a good, solid five minutes of spanking his rear with the brush, she came to a stop. Rory was crying so hard and so loud he could barely breathe. As he panted, his mother set him down on his bed, on his front, watching him. Now that the punishment had finally stopped, Rory curled up on his belly, crying to himself. His mother remained by his side, rubbing the back of his head softly. His crying slowly tapered off, but even as he was able to speak and breathe normal, his backside still stung like it had just been attacked by bees. He looked up at his mother, and was at least relieved that she looked calmer, and happier. She smiled back at him, "Think you learned something this weekend son?" Rory nodded quickly. "Alright then. Let's see what your father's up to." Rory nodded and climbed down by her side, slowly following her as she went through their house. They found him in the living room, watching TV, a bit of a smile on his face. "Everything taken care of?" The tigress smiled. "Why don't you show him Rory?" Rory frowned, but turned, bending over slightly. He heard the deep laughter of his father. "I see that it was. Do you think he'll need another dose before bed my love?" She motioned Rory to get up. "I think we'll have to wait and see how he behaves." "True, very true." His mother curled up against his father, "It is becoming late though. I should get dinner going." He nodded. "You do that. I want a word with our cub." His mother patted her son's head and went to fix dinner. Rory found himself being pulled in front of his father. He stood there, with his paws behind his back, looking up at him. "Son, why did you do that to your mother?" "I dunno." "You know you should not have done that, don't you?" "Yeah." "Did you know before she punished you?" "Uh huh." "So why did you do it then?" "I don't know daddy." The older tiger sighed, nodding, "I see. Why don't you come up here?" Rory frowned, but climbed up on his father's lap. To his pleasant surprise, his father wasn't planning another punishment, at least not yet. He sat his son down on his leg, holding him quietly. Rory's backside stung and burned still, even more so when he was made to sit on his father's muscular leg. The tiger held him there though, holding him close. After a bit, he rocked the cub softly, making them both smile. A short while later, they sat down to eat, Rory still squirming on his sore backside. Rory frowned at what he saw. "Aww .. not fish." His mother frowned at the cub. "Fish is good for you son." His father joined in as well, "And I think you should eat it son." "Do I have to?" he asked, whining. His father made a small growl, his mother nodding as she knew what was coming. "Well son ... you can eat it, and wait a bit before you get the switch again and gets ent to bed ... or we can do that now." Rory frowned, mewling pitifully. He sulked, but started eating slowly, trying not to eat the food he hated so much. He ate slowly, trying not to think about what was coming. His father finally stood up, "Rory?" The cub looked up at him. "Go in your room and wait for me. You know how." The cub sighed and padded off to his room, sniffling a little already. A few minutes later, his father padded in, carrying the switch from earlier. "Son?" Rory looked over is shoulder at the tiger, whimpering when he saw the switch. "You know you have this coming." Rory turned his head back to the pillow, biting down n it, and giving a small nod. His father moved his son's tail aside, patting his son's bottom softly with the switch. "You know son, if you could behave, we wouldn't need to do this." Rory stayed still. He nodded. "Perhaps tomorrow we'd best have a talk about things. But first ... " he flicked the switch, sending a sudden burst of tears down his son's face as he jumped against the bed, biting down hard on his pillow so as not to scream. The second swing made the cub just lay there, whining pitifully and mrelwing between his pants for breath. The third one made him jump again, but otherwise his body was still, though from the tears and the screams his father could even hear through the pillow, he knew his son was feeling everything. The fourth time the switch touched his son, he jerked against the bed, shivering, bawling his eyes out. The fifth, and final time, his son leaned his head back, the pillow still in his muzzle, and roared! out in cub pain and anguish. His father set the switch on top of Rory's dresser, then sat down beside the bawling, pained cub. The father sat down, hugging his son to his chest, letting the cub cry against his shoulder all he needed to. And Rory did cry, a lot. His father laid back on the bed, letting Rory snuggle up to him as the pain still worked out the cub's tears. He began to purrrr softly, lovingly to his son, hoping the comforting sound would help him to calm down. Close to half an hour later, Rory was still in pain, but calmed somewhat, and no longer crying. He even smiled for a moment when his father licked him on the nose. "Now son ... do you ever want to have a weekend like this again?" Rory did not need to be asked twice. He shook his head. "Nuh uh. Not ever!" The father chuckled, "No, I didn't think so. Tell me son, what will you do if you need help with something, anything?" "I'll come to you or mommy." "Good. Even if you're afraid we might be mad at you?" Rory gave another nod, "Uh huh. Even then." His father kissed his son's cheek. "Even better. And this fall, what are you going to do?" "Pay attention?" "And you will study." Rory nodded quickly. "Yeah!" "And son, some tutoring this summer might not be so bad, either." Rory nodded, but not with as much enthusiasm as before. His father grinned, "I don't mean all summer son. You'll have lots of time to play if you're a good cub, but a refresher before school starts is in order, ok?" Rory nodded, "Well, ok." "Good. Now I'm going to need you to lay on your back." Rory frowned. "I know it will hurt son, but you are being diapered again tonight." "I sleeping with you and mommy too?" He nodded, "Yes son. This will be over in the morning." Rory frowned, but laid on the bed on his back, whimpering as his very sore cub behind touched the bed. His father unrolled two cloth diapers for the cub, set him down on them, then carefully pinned the diaper snug around his son's rear. He then lifted the worn out cub up and carried him to bed. They laid down next to each other, the father hugging the son as they began to sleep. "Daddy?" He yawned. "Mmm ... yes Rory?" "I love you daddy." The tiger smiled, kissing his son on the face again, "I love you too son, no matter what you say or do." "Really?" The tiger settled into the bed, nearly asleep, "Yes son, that's a promise." Rory and his father purrred together as they fell asleep. A minute later, his mother climbed into the bed and curled up with them. That evening, Rory slept between the two furs he loved the most, and they slept protectively against the little cub they loved more than anything else in the world.
THE END | FSE |
Title: House S6E20: Thirteen's Affair
Tags: thirteen, house, television, lesbian, celebrity
*This is set in the TV show House. This story focuses on the character Thirteen. Nicole is played by Eva Amurri.*
*The set up for these stories may be ridiculous, so if super realism is your thing, look elsewhere.*
*Thank you BDD for editing.*
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Nicole was in shock. She was confused, angry, and sad as well. She had just found out her fiancé had been lying to her, or at least leaving out a rather large fact about his life. His last relationship had been with a man, and he had undergone some fairly extreme therapy, including electric shock therapy to "cure" him. Now he was still in the hospital; days after what should have been their wedding day, where he had collapsed during the ceremony.
All this was revealed to her suddenly, after the disaster that should have been the happiest day of her life, and now she had no idea what to think or do. The doctor who seemed to be the lead physician on her fiancé's case was Dr. Remy Hadley. The other doctors called her "Thirteen", and she was the major reason Nicole had found out anything about her fiancée. Thirteen had hinted several times about some hidden parts of his past which could have caused his breakdown, and, eventually, after Nicole had insisted, he had caved and come clean. Now here she was, storming out of his room, tears welling in her eyes. She went and sat in the lounge, not looking around, her head down, and doing all she could to hold the tears back.
She felt someone sit beside her and slowly picked her head up and looked to see who it was. Thirteen knew this was partly her fault but also believed it had been the right thing to do. Still, she wanted to console the poor woman who must be going through an emotional roller coaster right now. Thirteen placed her arm around Nicole, wanting to comfort her, while also trying to buy time to think of whatever she could to make her feel better.
"I just don't understand how he could lie to me for so long," Nicole said nearly sobbing into Thirteen's shoulder. "I feel like I don't even know him." She continued, breaking up as she talked.
Thirteen didn't know exactly what to say to fix this, or if it even needed fixing. She gave Nicole a bit of an awkward hug from the side and said simple 'it'll be okay' phrases while Nicole blubbered into her.
They continued to talk for a while, most of it circling on the betrayal Nicole felt, with Thirteen trying to console her without taking too strong a stance either way. Nicole's makeup was ruined and her body was trembling with anger and betrayal.
"I don't think you should drive in your condition," Thirteen said, still rubbing Nicole's back as they talked. Wanting to help her however she could, she offered to drive Nicole home. Nicole wanted to be away from her fiancé and being home would hopefully help her.
Thirteen helped Nicole to her own car, and after getting an address drove her home in what was mostly silence, occasionally broken by a soft sob. Thirteen still wasn't quite sure what to say, plus she hated to admit she was wrestling with some thoughts of her own. Thirteen was a proud bisexual, and here was Nicole in her car. She had to admit Nicole was definitely a beautiful woman.
Nicole, in her late twenties, she had an hourglass figure with an incredible chest, a bodacious booty, flowing blonde hair that framed her face perfectly, and a gorgeous face to top it all off. When Thirteen had held her earlier, she couldn't help but admire the incredible body she was touching. As they arrived Thirteen noticed Nicole quickly do what she could to clear away her ruined makeup before she could gently help her out of the car and walk with Nicole to her house.
Thirteen was a lithe and athletically built whip smart doctor, part of the diagnostic team at the hospital. Her chestnut hair was held back in her trademark ponytail revealing all of her perfect features. She had high cheeks, luscious lips, and piercing blue eyes. Her body was similar to that of a model, she was admired for both her mind and looks by many at the hospital.
As Thirteen briefly stepped inside she started to say her goodbyes, not wanting to intrude on Nicole. Before she could though, she was in for a big surprise. Nicole quickly turned to face her and pushed her backwards into the door, shutting it as she did. Thirteen's eyes widened in shock, which only increased when she felt Nicole press her lips against her own.
Nicole was desperately wanting to connect to someone else in her time of vulnerability and Thirteen was not strong enough to resist and felt herself quickly returning the surprising kiss. Nicole wrapped one hand around Thirteen pulling her close as they both fell into a passionate kiss. Thirteen's mind was racing, considering the abruptness of the kiss, the information Nicole had found out today, and the delicious taste of the woman she was currently making out with her brain was in turmoil.
Nicole held her close and let their tongue's dance with each other's as she slowly explored more of Thirteen, building more courage with each passing second. Thirteen let her mind go blank just enjoying the moment, the feeling of this supple woman kissing and holding her. Eventually Nicole broke the kiss, briefly looking right into Thirteen's eyes for a moment before Thirteen grabbed Nicole and this time she initiated the kiss.
Nicole hadn't been sure if Thirteen was a lesbian, or whatever, but now she was. Kissing her back and pulling her in now meant she was going to get what she wanted. She knew it was stupid, but she angry and felt revenge was the best way to get back at her fiancé. This seemed like the best way to get that revenge.
Nicole eventually broke the kiss, letting their lips slowly peel apart as both women clearly wanted to keep going. She separated them briefly before grabbing Thirteen's hand and leading her towards her bedroom.
"Why...?" Was all Thirteen was able to get out, still shocked at Nicole's actions, although still dutifully following the buxom blonde.
"No questions," Nicole said, a hint of command laced with frustration in her tone. Thirteen wanted to speak up, but something in Nicole's face along with her burning loins made her hold her tongue. She followed Nicole, her eyes glued to the ample ass swaying and slightly jiggling with each step in front of her.
Nicole dragged Thirteen into her bedroom before practically yanking her arm off when she flung Thirteen onto the bed. Nicole quickly followed pressing herself onto Thirteen. Nicole's impressive chest pushing into her only turned Thirteen on more as she looked into Nicole's eyes. Wanting to talk, but not wanting to risk ruining the moment she kept her mouth shut.
Nicole took one hand and placed in on Thirteen's thigh and slowly started to explore her body moving upward at a methodical pace. Her other hand cupped Thirteen's head and once again brought their lips together. Thirteen lowered both her hands and firmly grasped Nicole's backside, moaning with her first touch of Nicole's incredible ass.
Their kiss this time was more passionate and as both were now fully aware of what was going on, and both, wanting it to move forward, gave themselves into their lust. Nicole enclosed Thirteen's perky tits in her hands, enjoying the firmness and how they seemed to fit perfectly in her grasp.
Thirteen, always wanting to be in control, moved to take over the lead. She gently rocked her body for a bit before flipping both of them in move much to Nicole's surprise. Now on top Thirteen let her hands trail up and took hold of Nicole glorious chest.
Frustrated slightly at the clothes in her way she took hold of the bottom of Nicole shirt and started to lift it before letting Nicole take it off herself. While Nicole stripped her top Thirteen also took the chance to remove her top. Nicole looked up at her, admiring her dark, stiff little nipples perfectly capping her tits. Thirteen simply stared down at the chest below her, practically drooling at their sight. Full, firm, with dollar sized pink areola and seemingly unaffected by gravity or aging.
She dove face-first into them, taking the right nipple into her mouth, suckling at it like her life depended on it. Relishing the taste and the feeling while letting her hands explore the rest of the ample flesh of Nicole. Nicole for her part mewled with pleasure, feeling Thirteen's expert mouth and hands work over her tits. Thirteen briefly pulled her mouth from the beauties.
"Your tits are incredible," Thirteen couldn't stop herself from gushing about them before starting to go to town on the other. Nicole simply smiled and muttered a soft thanks before closing her eyes and going back to enjoying her treatment.
This continued for a while, with Thirteen seemingly never tiring of Nicole's globes, even briefly motor boating them, bringing a chuckle out of both of them. Nicole certainly did not want to stop Thirteen from making her feel so good, so she let her continue to worship her tits to her hearts content.
Eventually though Thirteen wanted to explore the rest of Nicole's body and dragged her face away from her chest, briefly moving it up to start to make out with Nicole again. As she did she let her hands roam down and started to unbutton and unzip Nicole pants - which was hard to do with their bodies pushed together and squirming with pleasure. Eventually though she succeeded and started to pull them down as much as she could.
When she couldn't pull them any further she broke their kiss and moved downwards slipping the pants off with assistance from Nicole lifting her ass off the bed. She then moved her head over Nicole's panties which she then grabbed with her teeth. Nicole watched with appreciation as Thirteen stared into her eyes as she slowly pulled her underwear off using only her mouth.
Once she was done Thirteen quickly pulled her own pants and underwear off too, not wanting to waste any more time with undressing as the night wore on. Nicole only got a glimpse of Thirteen's shaved pussy before Thirteen dove back down placing her face in-between her legs. Staring directly now at Nicole's glistening pussy brought a twinkle to Thirteen's eyes. She loved eating pussy and she was great at it, and by the looks of Nicole's pussy this was going to be a treat. A cutely shaved bush topped the sight off and as Thirteen placed her hands on Nicole legs and moved forward she immediately knew she was right.
A unique and delightful taste flooded her mouth as Nicole's juices mixed with her voracious tongue that was now exploring all she could of the pussy in front of her. Nicole placed one hand on the back of Thirteen's head, as if she needed any more encouragement, and the other played with her tits teasing her nipples that were still slick with Thirteen's saliva.
Thirteen licked and sucked all she could, relishing the taste and feel of Nicole's succulent pussy while Nicole was growing louder and squirming more under Thirteen's skillful touch. Thirteen's hands were simply rubbing Nicole's legs wanting to slowly explore her body but not rushing to do anything yet. Nicole's silky smooth skin was a pleasure to massage and the sounds coming from her only served to turn both of them on even more.
Thirteen lapped and lapped finding that Nicole's pussy fit perfectly with her tongue when she did so. Nicole scooted back in the bed allowing Thirteen to position herself more comfortably and to give her easier access to her pussy, which made both of them quite happy. Nicole was now lying with her head on the pillows, legs apart more than enough to give Thirteen room to play, and Thirteen splayed on what was left of the bed. Thirteen let one hand roam up and played with the boob Nicole wasn't currently mauling, both wanting to make this as pleasurable for Nicole as possible.
Finally tiring of just playing with Nicole's pussy with her mouth Thirteen let her other hand move up to it as well. Thirteen pulled her face away briefly to let her fingers trail over and explore Nicole's pussy. Slick with saliva and Nicole's juices it's silky smoothness was only amplified. Thirteen took her fingers briefly away, popping her head up and looking at Nicole as she seductively took her index and middle fingers and inserted them slowly and seductively into her mouth. Sucking the juices off of them and making sure they were well lubricated, Thirteen plunged her fingers deep into Nicole's pussy with gusto.
Nicole howled with pleasure, getting louder once Thirteen put her mouth back onto her engorged clit. Working all her digits together she plunged her fingers in and out, getting her thumb to play with Nicole's clit while her tongue and mouth worked around them. Nicole quickly experienced just how well versed in pleasing other women Thirteen was.
Thirteen's suckling and finger fucking was rapidly leading Nicole closer and closer to a climax. Her shrieks increased in frequency and volume. Her hands worked overtime as well, one mashing Thirteen's face into her pussy even harder and the other tweaking her nipples roughly. Thirteen was more than aware of what Nicole wanted and redoubled her efforts, driving her fingers in faster and flicking her tongue faster and faster.
Nicole came with an intensity that she didn't know was possible. Pleasure practically ripping through her body, almost an out of body experience as she couldn't really feel anything beyond the pleasure. Thirteen let her fingers continue to work Nicole over but she also liked watching her work. Her head rose and a cocky and satisfied grin appeared on her face looking down at the squirming and moaning Nicole. Nicole's hands had fallen to her side, moving along with the almost wavelike movement of her body.
Eventually though Nicole came down, exhausted yet energized at the same time. When she looked around she noticed Thirteen had finally pulled her fingers out as well and was simply leaning against the bed looking down at Nicole. She slowly moved herself onto the bed next to Nicole and slithered up Nicole's body until their lips met again.
This time Nicole tasted Thirteen along with her own juices and greedily kissed back relishing this new taste. This lasted only briefly as Thirteen had other things in mind. She peeled Nicole off her, and placed one hand on the top of Nicole's head. From there she started to push her down, slowly but surely Nicole complied. Finally, the pressure eased and Nicole was directly facing Thirteen's pussy.
Thirteen wasn't stupid, she knew not to be too aggressive here, so she simply nudged Nicole forward. Surprisingly, Nicole obliged quickly, darting forward and letting her tongue out to lap at the pussy in front of her. While she wasn't awkward or particularly shy, Thirteen did note that Nicole was inexperienced. She seemed to have picked up a bit from Thirteen's performance but she still was mostly all over the place.
She was clearly eager to please. Thirteen had always found herself turned on by the newly minted carpet munchers, and Nicole fit that bill perfectly. Beautiful, confused, and desperate to reciprocate to the best of her abilities that which she had just received. Licking, sucking, flicking, and using her mouth however she could think of. Her hands stayed on Thirteen's thighs allowing her face to press firmly against Thirteen's pussy.
"Slow it down a bit, it isn't a race," Thirteen said, gently coaching Nicole from above. Nicole gave a simple nod and followed her command. Setting a slower and more deliberate pace - trying to emulate Thirteen's earlier actions - seemed to work as Nicole noticed more moans coming from Thirteen, which spurred her on more.
Working her way around, trying new things and noting how Thirteen reacted, Nicole quickly got into a rhythm that seemed to be working quite well. She noticed Thirteen was getting louder, breathing faster, and playing with her own body as Nicole continued to eat her out. Thirteen's juices were practically gushing as Nicole greedily lapped them up, relishing the experience and the taste.
Thirteen mimicked Nicole's earlier action. She let one hand play with her pert breasts while the other shoved Nicole pretty much nose deep in her pussy. This incited Nicole to speed back up, earning loud squeals from Thirteen. Thirteen, on the edge of her orgasm, knew what she wanted and knew Nicole would be happy to do so.
"Faster," was all Thirteen said, knowing Nicole would do whatever she asked. Nicole did, and hurriedly worked solely on that, raising her pace to near frantic, desperate to prove to herself and Thirteen that she could succeed. The devotion Nicole was showing sent Thirteen quickly over the edge.
The suddenness surprised Nicole, but not as much as when Thirteen squirted on her face, drenching her in a mask of fluids that she never expected. Thirteen mewled above her, much tamer in the throes of her orgasm. Nicole pressed on, ravenously continuing eating Thirteen out and lapping up all the liquid she could from Thirteen. The taste, the taboo nature, and the delight she could feel in Thirteen's body all making the situation all the more surreal.
Thirteen finished letting out a final huff of air, snapping back and quickly pulling Nicole up for a quick kiss before dragging her tongue across Nicole's face, licking up some of her own juices. Thirteen didn't want to linger nor let Nicole think it was over so soon so she broke away from her. She then stood beside the bed.
"Stand up and bend over the bed," Thirteen commanded, motioning as well to further her control. Nicole wordlessly complied, her arms supporting her upper body while her ass was shoved outward.
Thirteen moved behind her and quickly dropped to her knees. Using both hands she gently peeled apart Nicole's ass cheeks. Originally planning to take it slow, and ease Nicole into it, Thirteen quickly abandoned that idea. The sight of Nicole's pretty little asshole was too much for her and she decided to dive right in.
Face first she went right into Nicole's plump backside, her supple but firm cheeks forming a wonderful cushioning effect. Her tongue darted out quickly as well, immediately plunging deeply into Nicole's ass, earning a loud yelp from Nicole. Despite everything that occurred this was another new experience and one she hadn't thought would occur.
Even so she quickly found the sensation enjoyable and it was clear Thirteen knew what she was doing back there as well. One of her hands started roaming from Nicole's butt, moving forward until she started to once again finger Nicole's still dripping pussy, quivering now from the new excitement she was feeling.
Thirteen had always loved eating ass, and as her tongue plunged deeply into Nicole they both knew why. The moaning from Nicole was louder than ever, incoherent words jumbled with yes over and over were enough to confirm it was working. She even gave Nicole's bottom a small spank midway through drawing a squeak from Nicole.
Moving from tongue fucking her asshole to slowly circling it, Thirteen was giving Nicole her first rim job. Then moving her finger to Nicole's wet and slick rose bud she started working both in at the same time, all while still keeping her other fingers pumping into Nicole love gash. Nicole wasn't going to last long this time, the combination of the new sensation, and Thirteen's well lubricated fingers once again bringing magic to her loins, was enough to push her over the edge.
Nicole felt herself cumming again, falling onto the bed in ecstasy. Her body embroiled again by the pure bliss Thirteen could bring to her. Thirteen followed, her mouth practically glued to her backside and she kept up a steady pace as Nicole writhed underneath her. Eventually though Nicole came back from her ecstasy, pulling herself away from Thirteen, and laying back on the bed now both mentally and physically exhausted.
Thirteen leisurely climbed up Nicole's body before kissing her one last time, deep and powerful in that moment they both felt more connected perhaps than they had all night. Their eyes locked with one another while their lips pressed and tongues danced. As the moment faded, both women slowly broke their kiss before resting against the other. Their heads on the pillow, their minds blank, and their bodies satisfied, they both drifted off to sleep. | literotica |
Title: Friday Night
Tags: d/s, couple, control, orgasm, denial, orgasm denial, bdsm, cum play, sir, owned
We had both had long, tiring weeks, so when Friday finally rolled around, and we met on the path leading up to the house, we could both hear the sofa calling our names. Not even bothering to lose more than our coats we sink back into sofa, tandem sighs at a week finally over fill the room. You raise your arm and let me curl up against you, my head tucked up against your chest, my arm wrapped across your body. Your arm drapes around my shoulders, tracing up and down my spine, feeling the tension of the day begin to ease. I take a deep relaxing breath, feeling your chest rise and fall same way. I know exactly what I want from this evening. So as my fingers begin to slip between the buttons of your shirt, finger tips tracing skin, my mind begins to imagine us upstairs in bed. Having lost our suits and crawled under the covers, skin to skin, your body molds itself around mine so that your hands can alternate between my breasts and clit, whilst your hips rock leisurely against me, and so when we both cum, with you buried to the hilt inside me, we needn't move to fall asleep.
I am shaken from my thoughts though as you bend forward, leaning across to scoop up the TV remote. At a flick of your thumb the TV clicks to life and you quickly bring up the sports channel, the screen announcing the start of the game in just a few minutes. There is no way you don't hear the slight huff I produce, as I withdraw my hand, and turn to sit forward, my body no longer pressed up against you, though your arm still drapes across my shoulders. The first few minutes are fairly uneventful and I can feel you getting bored. As it nears half time and the opposing team put the ball across the line for the second time in quick succession you shift in your seat. Your hand around my shoulder reaching down to cup my breast, whilst the other reaches across and begins to play with the hem of my skirt. Unimpressed at having been ignored until the rugby had failed to entertain I slide my body across the sofa away from you. Your hand on my skirt tries to use the movement to dip underneath the material and slide up my skin. I only scoot further away, laying on my side against the arm of the sofa, my legs tucking up underneath me. I know my moves will not have pleased you, but I was tired, and when I'd sought your attention I had been brushed off, I wasn't going to play your game.
The whistle blasts for half time, and whilst the players leave the pitch and adverts flash across the screen you mute the TV. I feel you shift in your seat, leaning over towards me. Your hand runs over my ass, my hips and up my back to rest at the back of my neck.
"Why don't you go and get out of those clothes, then fix me a drink?" You say. Though it is clearly more an instruction than a request. I huff in response, curling into a tighter ball and burying my head deeper into the cushion. An obvious sign of defiance. The hand that had been resting gently on the back of my neck moves again, your fingers carding up through my hair. Once you have a good handful of my hair, your fingers curl into a fist, and you gently pull my head up. Leaning down until your mouth is level with my ear, you whisper "Now." Your tone is low and deadly and sends shivers shooting through my whole body.
I lay stock still, not moving a muscle. Your hand begins to tighten in my hair. Only fractionally, but enough that I know you mean business.
"Yes Sir," I mumble into the cushion. You usually hate it when I mumble, but you appear to let me get away with it on this occasion. You hand releases and we move in tandem, you returning to your seat, whilst I go to stand.
"Actually," Your voice cuts through the mounting tension in the room. "I have changed my mind." Perhaps my mumbling will not remain unpunished. "Down to your knickers, the heels remain."
I know better than to fail to comply a second time, and shedding today's clothes is too tempting to ignore. I pull my shirt from the waist of my skirt, and button by button I shed the soft cotton. My skirt goes next. The sound of the zip short and sharp, followed my the soft whoosh as the material is pushed down over my hips to pool on the floor. I step out of it, using my foot to flick the offending item over to the side. I feel your eyes rake up and down me.
Starting at the top, my long dark hair hanging in loose waves around my shoulders, down across my breasts, which are held snug in a lace bra. Below the rounds of my breasts, my waist sits high and narrow, before my body curves out again around my hips, your gaze crosses the matching lace that sits low on my hips. Next you let your eyes fall down my legs, stopping only when they reach the narrowest part of my ankles, and lastly the patent navy heels that encase my feet.
I reach up, sliding the straps of my bras from my shoulders, before reaching round and undoing the clasp. I let the fabric fall down my arms, and add it to the pile of my clothes. I take a step towards you. Now clad only in small, lacey briefs that match the blue of my eyes and my heels.
"Turn." One word. Simple instruction.
I turn on the spot, allowing your inspection to continue. I can practically feel your eyes running up the back of my legs, stopping to inspect the way the blue lace runs the shape of my ass, the cheeks full and pink, the faintest outline of your handprint peaking out from beneath my knickers. Your eyes travel back over my waist, to the loose curls of hair that tumble down my back.
"Look at me." Your voice is soft, but it is as though you are speaking directly into my ear. I move in place again to face you. My hands hang loosely at my sides, though my fingers fidget, curling and straightening with untapped energy. Though I face you, my eyes are dipped in respect. "Turn again." Once more I turn in my place. "Now slowly bend and remove your knickers. Keep your legs straight."
Your instructions are simple enough, but I know the reason for them, for as I hook my thumbs into the waistband and begin to bend at the hip two things happen. Firstly it pushes my ass back towards you, allowing you a full view of my curves that sit atop my legs, which stretch out straight beneath me. Secondly, you get an unadulterated view of my most intimate parts as they are unveiled from beneath the deep blue fabric. I push the knickers down over my thighs and let them fall to the floor, before reaching and taking them in my hand.
"Pass them to me." I turn again to face you, now entirely naked but for the leather encasing my feet, and offer my knickers to you. I had hoped you wouldn't feel how I had already begun to moisten them, but as you clench them in your fist I know there is no way you won't have felt it.
"Now I'll let you decide." I straighten my back slightly, readying myself for your next words. "You can go get me that drink or you can kneel at my feet."
I shift my weight from foot to foot for a moment as I consider your words. I could go and get you that drink, but once return there is the possibility that that is where my night would end. My punishment for my earlier defiance. But if I came and presented myself to you, the night held infinite possibilities. My body flooded with heat at that thought, and I take my bottom lip between my teeth, decision made I take the few steps towards you. Moving to my knees between your legs in one smooth motion.
You smile at my choice, your hand reaching out to stroke my hair. My head leans into your touch. You move your hand, stroking my cheek and a ghost of a smile crosses my face at your touch. You use your hand to guide my head to your inner thigh, continuing to stroke my cheek, your thumb brushing over my lips.
"Are you comfortable little one?" You look down at me nestled between your legs. I look up at you, my eyes filled with wonder and lust.
"Yes Sir," I say. Letting my eyes find yours.
You withdraw your hand before, your voice soft and tone calm, you issue your instruction. "Touch yourself for me." You say. "Keep looking into my eyes and pleasure yourself."
I feel a wave of heat travel through me. After all this time I still can't help the small twinge of embarrassment at performing for you. For you to see how desperate I am for your touch, for you to see how needy my pussy is, and how willing I am to do anything under your instruction for your pleasure.
I reach my hand down between my legs and gasp at how wet I find myself as I slide my fingers between my folds.
"Good girl." I hear for the first time that evening. A small smirk on your face as you watch my eyes roll back slightly.
I begin pressing circles across my clit with my thumb. My breath catching at the new sensation, my body hungry for me. A gentle stroke of your hand through my hair encourages me to keep going. My hips buck as I slide two fingers inside me, curling them and pressing at the sensitive spot there.
"That's it. Show me how naughty you are." You words encouraging me to keep going. My mind flooded with a desire to show you everything of me that you desire.
"Faster." You guide me. My second hand joins in.
"Tell me how it feels."
"So good Sir. Thank you Sir." My voice is breathy with pleasure. You raise your eyebrow in request for me.
"S-so wet Sir. So tight."
"Faster." You prompt me again.
The room fills with the sounds of how wet performing for you has made me, as I struggle to keep my eyes steady enough to be locked on yours.
"I want you to be my naughty little slut, on your knees at my feet." I gasp at your words. So rarely do you call me your slut. I let the words wash over me, the sound of it setting my body on fire, as I begin to tremble with the tension and pleasure running through me.
"Are you close to cumming?" The casual tone of your voice in contradiction to the question.
"Mmm so close Sir." My palm pressing against my clit, my hips bucking against my touch.
"OK. Stop."
My face is awash with anguish, "Please Sir, no."
"Stop. Immediately." If my body hadn't been so turned on, I would have recognised that tone as one that is dangerous to ignore. My hands stop as I decipher your instruction. I hear 'knees' and so place my hands on my knees.
"My knees." I hear your voice again but my mind is still lost in how close I was to my release.
My cheeks flushed pink, my eyes glazed, I spread my hands flat on my knees.
"MY knees. I won't tell you again." Your voice is hard and deadly, and cuts through the fog in my mind. I rush to correct my position. Horror at having gotten something so simple wrong plays across my face.
"That's better." You give the slightest of approving nods. "Now count to 100. Out loud."
I take a deep breath and begin. "1...2...3," My voice getting steadier with each count, but the heat between my legs not lessening. "10...15...20." I raise my eyes back to meet yours. Your voice cuts across my counting.
"When you get to 100, you may touch yourself again."
The desire to speed up my counting is overwhelming. But I had learnt that lesson before, when a hurried count to 100 had been met with the instruction to begin it all again.
"30...40...50." I focus on every number, making sure my voice is clear and steady for every one. "60." Your hand strokes my cheek. "70." My eyes alight as the numbers climb higher. "80." You feel my fingers curl slightly against your thighs as I struggle to keep a steady measure. "90...96...99...100." No sooner had I begin the final number you signal for me to resume my earlier actions.
"Good girl. Now you may touch yourself." My hands moves quickly they are almost blurs. One hand goes straight to my clit, whilst I waste no time curling two fingers of the other up inside me. I let out the longest, deepest sigh as I am finally able to touch the parts that were begging for it. So lost in my relief I almost miss the "Good girl" you offer me. A smile at my actions barely contained in your voice.
It doesn't take long for me to be right at the edge again. My breath speeding up, a fresh flush of pink spreading across my chest and cheeks, my fingers becoming soaked.
"Are you enjoying performing for me?"
My eyes beginning to roll again. "Yes Sir."
You lean forward and reach your hand down, taking one of my rock hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger. You squeeze, twisting the raised nub and pulling it away from my body. My back arches, chest pushing into your touch in response.
"That's it." You coo, watching goosebumps race across my skin.
"Ah -," not a real word. More a sound made in response to the added sensations coursing through me.
You smirk down at me. "Close?" an eyebrow raised in question.
"Yes Sir." I nod as though the action would give greater weight to my words. I could feel a pressure coiling in my core, like a spring ready to release. I see a decision flash across your face.
"Count to 30. Out loud." My eyes clear as I am given a fresh instruction. "Rub faster." You add.
At this my breath catches in my chest, my hips bucking against my hand instinctively. I was going to get my release.
"1...2...3." I begin to count. My voice thready and breathy as my hand moves quickly across my clit. "10...11...12." My words strained.
"Louder." You growl.
I try and take a deep breath. Drawing air deep into my chest. "13." My voice is firmer.
"That's it. Good girl."
"14...15...16." My head starts to fall back.
"Look at me."
"17...18...19." I bring my face back to yours.
"20...21...mmm." Pleasure is flooding my mind. My body begins to tremble as I get closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. "27...28...29..."
"Now stop." Your voice sharp, cuts through the air. My eyes turn the size of saucers. "Hands on my knees."
"N-n-nn..." I shake my head in disbelief.
"Now." I let out a pining moan, my eyes filling with wetness for the release I have just lost.
"Are you desperate?" You ask with a glint in your eye. You have no doubt of the answer.
"Yes Sir. God yes." I exclaim.
"How do you feel?" You prompt.
"I need to touch." Are the first words my clouded mind can form. "Please. I can't think Sir." How am I supposed to put these feelings into words. The hunger, the desperation, the fire coursing through my veins.
"Take out my cock," your only repsonse.
My shaking hands reach out, fumbling with your belt and zip. My eyes are totally transfixed by the sight of you springing free from the confines of your trousers.
"Focus. Breathe." I jump at your words. They catch me unawares until I stop and realise I had been holding my breath. I release it, and take in a new, slow breath.
"Good girl." I let my body relax slightly. Taking control of the anticipation running through my body, I focus. You watch the change play out, from trembling desperation to focused intent. "Now stand. In front of me." I take to my feet and assume the position. "Good girl. Now keep your legs straight. Bend at the waist. And take my cock into your mouth."
I comply immediately. Leaning forward at the hip, my mouth coming open, tongue out. My lips wrap around you, and I slowly lower my mouth down your hard length. I do not halt my actions as you raise your hips to meet me, pressing your head along the roof of my mouth. You push yourself against the back of my throat.
"Look at me." I raise my eyes to meet yours. "Listen carefully." You pause, ensuring you have my full attention. "Your are mine." My eyes are locked on yours. I let your words wash over me. "Nod if you're giving yourself to me."
Without hesitation I nod.
"Good girl. Now take me out of your mouth." My cheeks hollow as I suck my way to the tip of your cock, letting you fall past my lips with a pop.
Your hand reaches forward, and you wrap your fingers around my throat gently, no pressure. You feel me swallow under your hand.
"Mine."
I nod again. "Yours." My voice is soft, but you feel the vibrations through the palm of your hand.
"Good girl. Come here." You use the hand around my throat to draw me another step forward. "Straddle me. Sit on my cock and use me for your pleasure. You have earnt it."
I move forward, placing me knees on the sofa on either side of your thighs. I hold you steady, lining you up with my entrance. You can feel the heat radiating from my core. I look straight into your eyes, and in one move, lower myself onto you fully.
"Good girl." The pleasured relief in your voice mirrors that which floods through my body. I feel myself stretch around you, your size filling me completely. My body pulses around you as it attempts to accommodate your hard length. I place my hands on your shoulders and begin to ride you.
"Use me." Your mouth close to my ear.
My fingers dig into your shoulders as my hips begin to rock. There is no doubt I will have left nail marks on your skin, even through your shirt as I grip you tightly. My hips run a figure of 8. Again and again. Your cock reaching the most sensitive parts of me. My head falls back as far as your hand will allow as your cock brings me closer and closer to the edge.
You give a soft chuckle. "You're a desperate one, aren't you?" I offer a heady moan in response. "Show me that you're my desperate little slut." Slut. A word that cuts to my core, that I hear so rarely pass your lips. My pussy twitches around you in response. I raise my body up again, before slamming down onto you. My hot, wet entrance tight around you, coating you in my juices, until they are running down your length and across your balls. With every move you hit the deepest part of me.
"Yes. Good girl." You encourage, as waves of pleasure begin to course through you. Your fingers tighten around my throat in response. "You love my big cock, don't you?" You lean into my ear. At your words my body seems to curl in on itself, and I bury my head into the crook of your neck as your cock is buried to my deepest point once more.
"Mmm yes Sir, I do. I love it."
"Why do you love it?" As my clit rubs against you again I wonder how you can be expecting me to offer you any real response.
"I love how wet it makes me. I love how it stretches and fills me, but," I have to stop to take a gasping breath. "I love it most of all because it is your cock.
"And what are you?" Your questions continue, as though you do not realise it is taking everything in me to form these words, to form coherent thoughts.
"I'm yours." Your hips thrust up to meet me. "I am your desperate, needy, cock hungry slut."
"Good girl, you purr." My breasts swinging in front of your face every time I move up and down.
Your free hand moves down and cups my ass, guiding me up and down. And each time I slam down onto you, your thumb presses against my anus. I know I do not need to worry about you doing something I don't like. It is just another reminder as to who is really in control. I may be riding your cock, but it is you that will deny or allow my orgasm. My hips roll against you again, my moans louder this time, higher in pitch. You know I am getting close.
"I'm going to count to ten." I don't stop. I have not been given an instruction to stop. "And when I get to ten you are to stop moving. And then you may cum. Do you understand?"
"God, yes Sir." My body moving faster up and down your length. Chasing the release that is finally in sight.
"1...2...3...4." My body moves against you faster and faster. I can feel the tension building inside me, my walls preparing to clamp down around you. "8...9...10. Stop! And cum."
Exactly on cue I sit in your lap and explode. My head flies back, my eyes squeeze shut and my body pulses around you. Wave after wave of pleasure running through me.
"Good girl." Your hand at my throat squeezes harder. The other leaves my ass and takes a handful of my hair. "Look at me." My eyes roll to yours. My hands now taking handfuls of your hair as I try to find something to ground me. "Keep cumming and look at me." You flex your cock inside me. "Mine," you growl, carnal.
I can feel you inside me, buried inside my soaking wet pussy. "Mmmm..."
"Focus." You direct. "Mine."
I find my words. "Yours."
You flex your cock again, lifting your hips and pressing yourself into me deeper, pressing against my clit. "Cum again. Now."
Another shot of pleasure fires through me. My whole body trembling in your lap. You wrap your arms around my shaking form and kiss me deeply. Our lips and tongues crash against each other, desperate to taste more. You flex inside me once more, and break the kiss.
"Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy being my dirty little slut?"
"Yes Sir. I did. Thank you Sir."
"Why? What did you enjoy?" You ask, as the after shocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through me. Still inside me, you feel everyone.
"I liked that my pleasure was in your hands, at your will, in your control."
"Good girl. Now to your knees again." You help me slide from your lap back to my knees at your feet. "There, now, when you're ready, I want you to use your mouth to show me how grateful you are. Show me that you're mine."
I lick my lips greedily and lean forward. I lower my mouth to you. Taking just the head in my mouth I swirl my tongue around it. I moan around you, lapping up the taste of us both on you. I feel you brush my hair away from my face, you hand staying on my head. It remains still, not guiding or moving me, just a reminder of my place. I look up at you, and inch by inch I surround your length with my mouth. Running the tip along the ridges of the roof of my mouth, my tongue, wide and flat, rolls waves against the underside. You feel when you press against the back of my throat. I pause for a moment.
"Further." I hear from above. I swallow around you. "All the way." I relax my throat and begin to take you further. Soon my lips are nearly at your base, my throat beginning to spasm around you.
"Further. You can do it. Do it for me." You encourage. Tears spill over my lashes as my fingers curl and dig into your thighs as I push lower again. I take you all the way. My body bucks and writhes at the invasion. "Good girl. Yes." My tongue hasn't stopped once. Moving backwards and forwards against you. You pull my head back by my hair and your cock escapes from my lips, strings of spit hanging like bridges between my mouth and your glistening cock. A gently slap on the side of my cheek coincides with my gasping breath. "You did very well," you praise. "Remember that feeling. Remember putting my pleasure before your breath." You release my hair as my cue to continue.
I move straight back to you, with a deep breath I take you all the way again, my tongue pushing forward past my lips to lap at your balls. This time it is your turn to let your head fall back in pleasure. I force myself to stay there for as long as I can. Until my eyes are streaming, and my body is bucking, desperate for air. As I pull my head back again I let one hand wrap around your base, and as my mouth sucks, and my tongue swirls around your head, my hand begins to pump.
"Tell me you love it," you growl.
Holding you against my cheek I answer. "I love it Sir. I love the taste of you on my tongue, I love the feel of you down my throat." As my hand resumes its pumping, I feel your hips thrust against my movements. My tongue flicks and lips at your tip. I watch as your let your body relax back against the sofa, one leg coming over my shoulder to hold me pressed against your crotch. My other hand massages at your balls, feeling how full and heavy they are. I let out a keening moan.
"Yes, my slut?"
"I want it Sir." My hand pumps faster.
"What do you want?"
"I want your cum Sir." My mouth returns to sucking your cock, my hunger for your pleasure easy to read.
You smile down at me, whilst you reach across for your phone. A swipe of your thumb brings up your camera, and you begin to film my worshipping you. I look up at your through the lense, whilst you watch me through the screen, your own little porn star. My head continues to bob, my cheeks hollowing as I suck, surrounding you with the warmth of my mouth.
"Take my cock out, tell the camera how you feel." I hold your cock with reverence.
"I feel like a slut. I feel used. I feel like yours. I am so hungry for you."
You wrap your hand in my hair and jerk my head away from your cock, standing tall above me. I look up at you looming above me, your huge cock level with my face.
"Now...I'm going to film you whilst you make me cum." I need no further encouragement. Reaching up, my hand wraps around you. I pump. Hard and fast. Long, twisting movements, whilst I hold your head between my lips, my tongue swirling and pressing against you. My other hand never stilling around your balls. My eyes beg you for your cum, for you to let me know I can be of use to you, that I can bring you pleasure. A growl from you and I know you are close.
"Yes. I want your cum. I want to taste you. Cover me in it." I open my mouth wide, holding you against my tongue and pump. You grab my hair hard, tilting my head back further, giving the camera and you the best view. I look directly up at you, my cheeks flushed and covered in mascara stained tear tracks. At that sight you cum. I moan as the first string of your orgasm lands across my face.
"Mm, yes, good girl." You moan through your climax. My tongue laps up everything it can as you shoot your load across my face. Your knees buckle slightly as I wrap my mouth around you again, desperate to milk every last drop from you that I can. Using my mouth and tongue to draw out every moment of pleasure.
You collapse back on to the sofa, looking down at me knelt between your legs, my face covered in the evidence of your pleasure. I look up at you, my exhaustion and happiness written plainly across my face. I seek your approval, needing to know I did a good job.
"You did very well little one. Now stand up." I stand on shaky legs. "Go get me that drink. When you get back I'll clean you up." Your tone dismissive. As I reach the door you call for me to stop and turn around. I do. "Who owns you?"
"You do Sir."
"Good girl." You nod for me to continue in my task. I give a small smile. Hearing those words makes me feel warm, and protected and useful. I straighten with purpose and go to gather your drink. When I return, I hand it directly to you, before kneeling at your feet again. I notice you have clutched in your hand my knickers from early, still damp from my original excitement. You wipe my face clean with them. Soaking them with your cum. I close my eyes under your ministrations. Once I am cleaned you kiss me again. I open my eyes as you pull back.
You hand my underwear to me, with the instruction to get dressed whilst you finish your drink. We are going to dinner. I nod demurely and go to get dressed. I return and present myself for your approval. Your eyes run up and down me. My dress, though low cut, is a respectful length, and my jewellery is simple and elegant. Yet underneath the sophistication I wear underwear soaked in your cum.
You take my hand and lead me to the door. But just before we leave you push me against the wall, spinning me round so my face and chest press up against the paint. From your pocket you produce a pen, and lifting up my dress you sign you name across my ass.
"Mine." You whisper. Your body pressing up against mine.
"Yours." You pull my skirt down, imagining the red stripes you will add to my ass when we return home. A gentle slap to my backside before you take my hand again and lead us out into the night. | literotica |
Tags: Belly Inflation, Blueberry Inflation, Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, belly inflation, blueberrification, Female body inflation, full body inflation, transform
Text: I've already told the story of how I got the leprechaun's gold. So that is old news. But the next part of the story wasn't as interesting, but certainly stranger.
I had the pot of gold sitting on a shelf at home. I just kind of had it there, wondering what I was going to do with it next. I'd already used my three wishes up, so to me it was just a matter of the best way of cashing the gold in.
But then one night a knock came at my door. I got up and looked through the peek hole, but no one was there. The knock came again. I opened the door, and there was the leprechaun.
"Wow," I said. "I'm surprized to see you here."
"Begosh and begorra," said the little fellow. "True, 'twas no easy journey, but I did come for me gold."
"Now, I took your gold fair and square. It's mine now."
The leprechaun gave me a menacing glare. "Well now, it won't be doing ye much good if you're not breathing now, will it?"
Images from the various leprechaun movies flashed through my head. So I sighed; what the hell, I'd already taken my wishes. "OK," I said. "You can have it."
"A man of reason!" said the little guy. "But I am reasonable, too. Here is some compensation for your troubles." He handed me a roll of loose bills. He danced nimbly into the room, and snatched the pot of gold up. Then he ran out through the door.
I took the roll of money he gave me, and went through it quickly. It was about $500 bucks. Well, I thought, not as much as that gold would have brought, but what the hell. At least I didn't get sliced up by nasty, sharp Leprechaun claws like the teenagers in those movies. I stuffed the roll of bills in my pocket.
Now that I had some loose cash, there was only one thing to do. I went outside, got in my car, and headed for my favorite strip club.
On the way over, I went through the drive-through of a burger joint by the college and got a drink. The girl at the window was one of these incredibly stick-thin waifs. I wondered how she could keep herself upright, but she seemed to do OK. I peeled a couple of dollars from the roll, thinking that it's too bad she didn't have more up top. I handed her the first bill, and blinked. Did her shirt move? As I watched, it definately grew. She didn't seem to notice, but shifted her shoulders a little. Now she was definately larger; maybe a heavy B or small C cup. Good thing she wasn't wearing a bra, or she'd be out of room up there.
I handed her the second bill, and watched. As she turned to get change, her chest surged. Leaning over the cash register, her busom rolled out inside her blue and tan uniform. When she turned back, she had to be at least a DD.
"Here's your change. Have a nice day," she said, leaning out to hand me my change. Her breasts were straining at her shirt, threatening to burst it open.
And that was just two bucks, I thought.
I got to the stip club, and was greeted at the door by the hostess. She was blonde and cute, fairly short, but curvy. She wore a light satin shirt, and a long black dress. Her waist was pleasantly narrow for her wide hips. She welcomed me, and I peeled off a twenty to pay the cover. I thought, "Body, definately body for this one" as I handed her the bill.
The result was remarkable. She took the twenty, and as she turned to put it in the cash register, she swelled. First her breasts pushed forward, followed closely by a rapid swell of her belly. Her hips widend. Her narrow waist filled out. Her butt rolled out, stretching the black cloth of her dress taught. Oddly, she didn't seem to react, exept that she took on a confused look, and her hands came down to her rapidly expanding belly. And still she grew. The waist of her dress gave out and burst. Her breasts strained against the buttons of her shirt, making the satiny cloth shiny with tension. Her belly pushed out into the open air. Her arms and legs thickend. Her shirt finally gave way and ripped open in several places at once; half her buttons popped off, the other half holding on desperately. As her belly filled up and her waist and hips widened, her dress gave up and ripped loudly down the side. She was standing in front of me, filled to bursting, jutting out of her ruined clothes in almost every place.
Well, I thought, she didn't go round. Next time I'll have to be more specific.
I went in and took a seat. A waitress brought me my complimentary drink. I tipped her a couple of bucks and said, "Butt."
She smiled and said, "But what?"
I just smiled back. "Never mind."
As she walked off, her butt cheeks filled out and swelled. Her walk took on a funny gait as the mass of her butt grew. Finally it was huge, about two waitress' girth. She bumped into several of the girls going back to the bar, unaccostomed to her new width.
I turned to the stage; time for some fun.
There was a slender, red-haired beauty with tiny boobs writing around on the stage. I figured she was saving for a boob job, so I decided to help her with that. I held up a dollar.
She slinked over towards me and began writhing seductively. Then she leaned forward, pressing her smallish breasts together around the dollar bill I was holding up. In her hands, her boobs swelled. She danced back, dropping the bill on the floor. When she tuned back, she had gained at least two cup sizes. I held up another bill.
Six dollars later, she was enormous. Her mamaries swelled and grew, sometimes so fast they made audible stretching noises. Now she was having trouble dancing, because of the weight of her firm, massive HH sized boobs. The song ended, and she scooped up her boobs in her arms as best she could, and teetered off the stage.
The next was a goregous black girl with long hair. She was very fit. A little short, but she was very pretty. I watched as she danced a while, then I held up a bill. She danced over to me, and pulled her G-string open; I slipped the bill under the elastic. At once, her smooth, firm belly softened. Her belly button became a soft little divit surrounded by soft, swollen flesh. She danced some more, pulling aside the G-string to show me the good bits. Then I held up another bill, she came over, and I slipped that one in her G-string, too. Instantly, her belly surged forward. Rounder and rounder it became. It took a couple more dollars, but soon she was dancing around the buldge of her huge, brown, full-term belly, caressing it erotically.
Wow, I thought. I like this.
The next dancer was a slim woman with long hair that fell straight down. I slipped her a few bucks in her G-string. After she'd grown a nice belly, I pulled a ten from the roll and slipped it under the strained elastic of her G-string. She writhed erotically back to the center of the stage, and then she grew. Seriously, without any restraint. Her belly swelled and rounded. She didn't even look pregnant anymore; instead, her tummy looked fairly globular. She lost her balance and flopped forward, landing on the still growing mass of her tummy. Bigger than a beachball, soft, round it became. The song ended, and she leaned forward, but couldn't get leverage to lift herself up. One of the waitresses came up and help lift her spherical tummy. They hauled her back to a booth in the back, where she rested her tummy on a small table, and lay back huffing, her legs splayed widely.
Funny how they don't seem to react, I thought. Must be magic.
A waitress came up and I ordered another drink. As I handed her a five, I said, "Deer." What the hell.
She laughed and said, "Yes, darling." Then winked at me and took the money.
Then she stood still, her eyes going wide. Her ears poked out from under her hair, pushing out, lengthening. They turned brown with soft fur. Her face took on a soft haze of fur, too, and her nose turned into a little black button. At her sides, her hands turned into hooves. She canted forward as something happened under her clothes, shifting her posture. Her ears were all the way exposed now, and started twitching prettily. She turned, and walked back to the bar, leaving her shoes behind as she balanced delicately on her deer-girl hooves.
A dancer came up and pressed against me -- a pale, dark-haired beauty. "Want a dance?" she purred.
Getting bolder I said, "Balloon!" and stuffed a ten in the band of her G-string.
She stared dancing for me, close, inside my knees, and then her skin went purple. As she swayed sensously, her skin took on a dusty sheen, looking soft and pliable. I took a breath, and blew on her. She swelled. I took a breath and blew again. She swelled some more. Blowing steadily, I slowly filled her up. Her G-string snapped off, followed shortly by her bikini top. Pretty soon she was a huge shiny purple balloon, standing helplessly in front of me. Her hands and feet stuck out of her round sides, flapping uselessly. Realizing I had forgotten something, I pulled a five off the roll, stuck it between her teeth, and said, "Helium." There was a hissing sound, and slowly she began to lift off.
I turned to the dancer on stage. She was very beautiful, and had exotic eyes. Her hair was cut in a short black bob. I held out a twenty, and leaned forward. "I'll give you this if you roll around on it on the floor." She smiled wickedly, and took the bill. Throwing it down on the stage, she flopped down on it and began cavorting erotically. Her belly surged beneath her. It swelled, bulding out past her sides, pushing her up off the floor. Her tummy continued to swell, until she was having trouble reaching the floor with her arms and legs. Soon her ass was jutting high in the air, her pussy high and free, her arms and legs kicking at her sides, as she rested on the huge mound of her belly. There was a short break as several waitresses struggled to half-roll, half push the enormous bulk of her belly off the stage.
Now I was on a roll. I walked over to where three young-looking dancers were talking. I pulled three twenties from the roll, and walked up to them. "Blueberry, blueberry, blueberry," I said, handing each a bill. They laughed cynically and said, "Thanks!" Then gave each other a look like, "what a kook."
Then the first said. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"
The one beside her said, "Blueberry!"
The third said, "Delicious!"
"I love blueberries!" She turned blue.
"Me, too! My favorite" She turned blue, too.
"Yummy!" said the third, and having said this, turned blue.
Then all three started to swell. The one in the schoolgirl uniform burst out of her clothes first, followed closely by the other two. Their eyes went wide, which looked kind of funny surrounded by their blue faces. They were all a deep purplish-blue, and they swelled rapidly. One girl took a few waddling steps, holding her swollen blue belly, but the other two just stood still and grew. Pretty soon all three were huge, naked, swollen blueberry girls.
And so the night went. The waitresses were all tipped well, and became animal girls. There was a cute cat girl, a mischievious skunk girl, and a rather top-heavy waitress who could be nothing other than a cow girl. Moo. All the dancers were walking around sporting bulbous tummies, or breasts that defied the laws of physics. At one point as I walked past the dancer resting her spherical belly in the booth in the back, I pulled out a ten, slapped it on top of the globe of her tummy, and said, "More!" Her eyes went wide, and she obligingly grew even bigger.
The girls were having trouble on stage, becuse their swollen breasts and bellies made it hard to get up on stage, let alone dance. So some of them took to just sitting in the middle of the stage, rubbing their swollen form.
Finally I reached into my pocket, and came back with... the last bill! Oh no!
I looked down at it. It was a hundred-dollar bill. I broke into a wide grin.
Looking around, I realized I may have done all the girls. The waitresses were walking around on hooves and paws, the dancers were all hobbling around with their watermelon breasts and beachball tummies, and the cutest dancers were completely immobilized as blueberrys, globes, or floating balloons. Then I spotted one last dancer in the corner. She was quiet, with short brown hair, and a look that bespoke shyness and world-weariness at once. Her face was round and soft, her eyes very dark. I waited for a balloon girl to drift by, then I leaned back and looked at the girl until I caught her eye.
She got up and sauntered over. Everything about her looked soft and delicious. She came up and smiled a little smile. "Want a dance?"
"You bet," I said. "Big!" I handed her the hundred.
No sooner had she taken it when a loud rumbling sounded. All the girls looked around, and the dancer before me looked down. The rumbling was coming inside her. She placed both hands on her tummy, and gasped. Then she grew.
Her tummy exploded forward. Her breasts filled and started spraying milk. She filled rapidly, her arms and legs filling up, her body filling then rounding to keep up with her tummy. Her clothes burst into pieces, and the bits of cloth floated down over the room. In moments she was completely round. But she kept growing. Her little head looked back and forth above the sphere of her body as it rose higher and higher. Soon I couldn't even see her head; just one hand that waved frantically where it stuck out from the swollen globe of her body. Still she grew. I jumped up from the table and stepped back as she grew larger and larger. There was an "Ow!" and I looked up to see her body pressing against the ceiling, which was fortunately petty high. But the growth continued. Now her body was buldging out as she pressed harder and harder against the ceiling. There was a crack, then the sound of wood snapping, and she pushed up through the roof and into the night sky. The huge sphere of her body filled most of the floor of the strip club, and no one could reach -- let alone see -- the stage anymore.
Well, I thought. Guess it's time to go.
I walked to the door as the sounds of shrieks and cries filled the room. "What happend to me?" "My breasts -- they're HUGE!" "Oh, my tummy!" "I am so swollen!" "MEOW!" "Oh my God I'm a blimp!" I guess parts of the spell only lasted so long.
The cool night air gusted in as I opened the door. Stepping out, my foot caught on something, and I fell hard onto the cement. I thought, what the hell?
Pushing myself up, I discovered an angry, sputtering little man trapped beneath me. I helped him stand up, and he angrily brushed the dirt from his green outfit. It was the leprechaun who had given me the magical roll of bills.
"Watch where you're goin', ya giant lummox!" He fumed. Then his face grew sad. "Ah, but ye did catch me again, fair and square. So by the law of Leprechauns, I suppose I must give ye my pot of gold and three wishes." He sighed. Then his eyes light up with lust and he rubbed his little hands vigorously. "Unless, that is, ye would consider some compensation for your troubles instead." He pulled out a thick roll of glowing bills.
| bodyinflation |
Title: Meet Me in St. Louis, Stud Ch. 03
Tags: 4degrees, rimming, lit members, blow job, anal, swallowing, romantic, hot, infidelity, lovers
We lay together on the big bed, and I gave you a few minutes to recover from the orgasm you'd just had. I couldn't help staring at you though; you looked so handsome. The pleasure I'd helped you achieve was evident in your lazy smile and dreamy eyes. I wanted to grab you up and hold you to me tightly; to begin covering you with kisses and letting you feel my enthusiasm by rubbing my hardness against your warmth. But instead, I sat up and reached over to the bedside table where we'd set our drinks down. I handed you yours, trying hard to be a gentleman wherever I could. I grabbed the pack of *Newports* that were peeking out of the front pocket of my discarded jeans.
I put a cigarette between my lips and lit it, while saying, "I bet I know what you need now, baby." I handed you the lit smoke and you smiled and thanked me. Then I lit myself one and picked up my drink, taking a large swallow. The flavor of the vodka with hardly more than a hint of orange juice washed the lingering taste of your cum from my mouth. I was confident that I'd get plenty more before this weekend was over, though.
I moved up to the head of the bed, and propped myself up with my back against the wall and a couple of the large pillows cushioning me. You did the same, and we sat side by side, enjoying those always awesome after-sex cigarettes. My cock was engorged and poked straight out from my lap. I did nothing to try to conceal it, although I didn't want you to feel obligated to do something about it yet. I was feeling great, and knew that we didn't have to rush. I put my hand on your naked thigh and rubbed it lightly as I looked back into your face, wanting so much to tell you things; to let you know just how much I was feeling all this. I couldn't find the words, but as you grinned at me and put your hand on mine, I was pretty sure that whatever words I might've come up with would've been inadequate. The look in your eyes told me there was no need; that you knew just what I was feeling.
"Fuck, Rick...I sure liked suckin' you like that, baby. And you know I loved how you fed me your load. Man, I will be needing some more of that in a little while, you know."
"You think *you* loved it," you answered. "Shit, that was the best blowjob I've had in quite awhile. You're mouth is awesome, Curt."
I took another drink and said, "Stick with me baby, there's a lot more where that came from!" But we both knew that wasn't possible. It was left unsaid, but we both felt the effect of this infidelity to our partners. I was sure you felt it much more than I, but hoped that I could put it out of your mind during our time together. I wanted that to be about the last thing on your mind. This weekend was about freedom, and pleasure, and finally being able to experience one another in the flesh. I wanted everything else to not matter to either of us during our time together.
I reached over and rubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray and put my arm across your belly, leaning into you with my chin on your shoulder. With your free hand you took the drink from my hand and set it on the side table. You moved closer and returned my affectionate touch by putting your arm across my middle. I felt you tugging me into you, and I brought my face closer to yours. My mouth was on yours again, unable to resist the need that tugged at me from deep within, compelling me to connect with you in every possible way. I was on fire; your mere presence had me so tightly wound. But your naked presence, pressing into my own bare skin, was too much for me to pretend to ignore.
"Rick," I said in a breathy whisper, "I know there is no reason to rush anything. Except for the fact that I'm so hot now, I feel like I'm gonna bust. Just tell me if you need more time to chill before we, uh...continue?" I had a hard time finding any of the right words. I was so flustered that it was pretty amazing I could speak, really. I didn't want to push you and make you uncomfortable. But as you smiled at my awkward words, I knew I wasn't.
"Curt," you began, "I am just as hot for you, believe me. Tell me what you have in mind, baby. What do you need, little bro?"
God, I loved it when you called me that. And hearing it in person, the words coming from your lips as I felt your breath on my skin, made me quiver. Your hand seemed to float down my body, gliding over my chest and down my abs, until you reached my blood-filled shaft. Your fingers slid around me and I was in the warm circle of your hand. You tugged my cock gently as you waited for my reply.
Shit, I wanted to fuck you so bad now. But I was unsure if it would be right for me to have you first. I really felt that it should be you taking me first. It seemed more proper, you being older and me feeling like the one who was so hopelessly smitten. I knew you'd never had a man-fuck. I also knew that I wanted to go to any lengths to get you ready for such an encounter. But it wouldn't take much effort at all to get me ready to receive you. And oh, I wanted it so badly.
"Rick, I wanna connect again. I want you baby, inside me. Think I can get you hard again?"
You laughed at my query and said, "If you can't get it hard, no one can. But what about this?" You gave my cock another squeeze and raised your eyebrows a bit.
"Man, it's just like how I write about it, Rick. I swear I'll get off so hard while you fuck me. You'll see, it's not bullshit man. It's so true. So...you want to?"
"Want to, what?"
"Do you...wait." I stopped and thought about the words I'd say. I didn't want to sound so crass or casual by saying, 'you wanna fuck me'. This was our special time, that we may not ever get again. I wanted you to know how special it really was to me.
"Rick...will you make love to me now?"
Your smile spread out wide across your handsome face and you said, "Of course, babe. Help me get this hard again, and you got it."
I slid down putting my face even with your cock, which, was already halfway hard with the thoughts you had of being inside me. I took you back into my mouth and began to stroke your length with the wide part of my tongue, and then tightly closing my lips around it. It seemed to come back to life almost immediately. I rolled my tongue over your big dick as it grew in my mouth, and then let myself slide up and down the silky-hard pipe that would soon be fucking me. I felt your hands in my hair again, and sighed as I pulled off your cock. I licked its dark red head several times, and left a good amount of spit on you. Looking up I asked, "How do you want me, bro?"
I knew the answer, but I wanted you to say it.
"On your back, of course. I want you to stretch out and spread your sexy legs, Curt. I want you to lift your legs up so I can give that sweet ass a kiss before I fuck it. Come up here and lay back, sexy."
I was there before you could finish talking. I lay back and spread myself out, opening my arms and legs wide in anticipation of your body coming in closer to me than ever. You put an arm on either side of me and crawled up my body, your knees between my legs. I sighed, it sounding more like a gasp than a sigh as your face was above mine. I reached up with both hands and let my fingers drift over your flexed arms as they supported you over me. Your face lowered suddenly, and your mouth was on mine again. Your tongue pushed in to meet mine, and I felt a huge warm wave throughout my body. I shuddered as we kissed, and tugged your shoulders to bring you down closer.
"Ah-ah," you said as a small sexy grin appeared over your face. "I need to go down there first...You know that." You motioned with your head towards my lower half, and before I said anything, you crawled back down and hooked your arms under my thighs. I raised them a bit, shivering with excitement as I felt the first sensation of your tongue touching my hole. It was so warm and wet, and wonderful! Within seconds, you were rimming my ass perfectly, loving it with your tongue and lips. I couldn't help putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair. My hips moved off the bed, pressing closer, offering my ass to you.
"Oh, shit...That is so good baby. That is in-cred-i-ble! Mmm, do that as long as you'd like, sweetheart. It'll take me a long time to get tired of that!" I meant that too. The way you kissed and licked my hole was heavenly. But after only a few more minutes you raised your head and looked into my eyes, saying, "Fuck, you know I can't wait though. I've been waiting long enough, and I *need* you now."
As you rose up onto all fours, coming forward again I said, "Oh, take me. I can't fucking wait either, Rick, to feel you."
My legs went higher as you came up against me on your knees. You held your cock at its base and touched my slick hole with its head. Our eyes were locked on one another's, and I shook my head 'yes' and said, "Oh, I'm so ready. Do it, Rick. Give it to me, please!"
I felt you start coming into me. Your cock pushed against me and I felt myself open up to you, my spread ass sucking the head of your dick inside it right away. I watched your face as you entered me and was in love with your expression. I could see how surprised you were by the tight tight hotness of my fuckhole. My hands went to your back and pulled at you, wanting you in deep.
Your shaft was buried inside me now. My mouth hung halfway open as I gasped, overwhelmed by this fullness that you gave me. Your hips began to move slightly, and you withdrew halfway. Then forward again, and right away your movement became rhythmic and you sank your dick into me in one fluid motion. I couldn't keep from crying out, feeling so passionate about our connection.
"Fuck yes Rick...Oh, fuck me. Fuck me good, you stud...Show me how badly you've wanted this ass..."
Your thrusting became quicker, and we grunted together as your groin smacked against my asscheeks as I held my legs up tight against your ribs. My hand went to your pec, and I began pinching and pulling on one of your hard buds as you shoved your cock far into me. You let out a groan, telling me it was too much. My own cock was being rubbed between us, our hot sweating bellies mashing and tugging at it. Your eyes were slits now, as you tired to let your mind go elsewhere in a vain attempt to make this fuck last longer.
"Don't hold back, bro. Fuck, I wanna feel your cum in me. Give it to me, Rick...let it go, come in me please!"
"Oh, shit yes," you moaned as your body began to jerk against me as your climax began. Your cock was as deep as it could be, and I felt the pulsing throb as you began to squirt your cum in my guts. My hands moved to your asscheeks and locked you in place there, wanting to feel every twitch of your cock as you succumbed to this pleasure. It felt nothing short of perfect.
As you came you grunted between clenched teeth, saying, "Yeah Curt...take it baby...mm this is mine now. This ass is mine, oh fuck, this is a sweet ass...!"
I was so close to coming myself, but I let your orgasm consume me and ignored my own urge for release. You finally calmed and let all your weight rest on me, panting as you tried to catch your breath. I hugged you tightly with both my arms and legs around your strong back and whispered, "Rick...that was all I'd been dreaming of, and even more. You fucked me so good. Oh, God, it was perfect babe."
I knew you well enough to guess your next move would be reaching for the cigarettes. I clutched you as you began shifting and said, "Don't pull out yet. Please, stay right there."
You smiled so sexily as you put the smoke between your lips, lighting it and then holding it to my lips. I took a drag, and then you pulled the cigarette back and took one for yourself. We exhaled together, both sighing loudly as we enjoyed the afterglow of the fuck we'd been fantasizing about for so long. Then you spoke again and said, "Curt, that ass is fuckin' awesome. Shit, I have never felt anything so *HAWT*." We both cracked up as you pronounced the word so comically, and I saw your eyes sparkle as they met mine again.
"Mmm, so glad you like, babe. I just hope you're prepared to switch with me soon. And that you're still wanting my cock in you as much as you've told me these past few months, because **I am ready**." I licked my dry lips seductively at you, knowing that I'd soon be given that gift of you that I craved so much. | literotica |
Title: Max Longear and Storage Building #52 by hoodedwanderer
Tags: Ace Kenshader, Max Longear, Story, Weight Gain
*The day was a peaceful one here in the community of Forestville, with some of the deer's and antelopes prancing around the forest, mother bears and they're cubs hunting for fish along the riverbed. Birds of all kinds are perched on branches, on the ground searching for some worms and food, or in nests to take care of their young ones. As you can already tell, nature seems to having one pleasant day, no disturbances in the forest, no hunters or tourists, just some peace and quiet, with only the sound of the forest bristling through the bushes, pine needles and leaves like a gentle gale breeze... Well, except for one disturbance that is.*
*The disturbance was being caused by a feral husky with blazing whitish blue eyes and red collar that's strapped around its neck that has a bronze four leaf clover shaped dog tag that has the name 'Brutis' printed on it. He barked and howled as he ran down the forest like a train, trying to catch a figure that looks as if he's trying to get away from the dog or something. Could it be that the dog was hungry, and wanted to eat the running figure like it was a walking dinner, or was it because the figure did something horrendous and the dog wanted to chase it down to make it right? Well actually, it's not as exciting or practical as you thought it was.*
*The figure was that of a 5'11 tall (180* *centimetres**)* *anthro* *rabbit that has light Sienna coloured fur that in a way makes you think of light chocolate. With gentle blue eyes, a large tuft of hair that appears on his forehead, white fur that appears on the bottom of his feet and at the bottom half of his tail, and long ears that are always on a rabbit. His clothing appears to be that of a light turquoise T-Shirt, with an orange vest that clearly has symbols going down on the left and right side of front and back which show food. From delicious cabbages on the front right, to irresistible pieces of chocolate cake that has white icing on it, and as for the ones on the back, care for some fries that appear on the back right side, along with some lollipops on the back left with a long carrot going down the middle between the two? He also wears a pair of blue shorts, but there's nothing special about them. As for his unique traits, well, the most obvious one is that he's got quite a rather large belly; just barely enough for it to hang over his shorts and making the button strain a little. Along with the fact his shirt does seem to have trouble trying to cover the lower part of his belly, and from his height with his belly size, he looks like he weighs about 240lbs (109.1 kilograms if you use that kind of weight system). Anyways, let's get back to the story shall we?*
*The rabbit is Max Longear, a really kind and loveable rabbit, who loves to play with his friends and help others, but is also the kind of rabbit who always seems to have a weakness when it comes to food, specifically cabbage. But you can already tell, after all, Max's got a little bit of a belly on him, which explains why while he's running, he's carrying a large dark green garbage bag that has small air holes in it, in the bag is bout nearly fifty cabbages that he stole from a farmer nearby, the air holes are there so that the cabbages can receive oxygen and not go bad. The rabbit just continues to run and run, hoping to get away from Brutis who is starting to gain in on him. "Darn it," he said, panting after each word because of losing energy. "Why is it that every time I get some cabbage from the farmer's field, Brutis tries to catch me like I'm sort of criminal?!"*
*The answer is pretty obvious to Max, but whenever it involves food, he just seems to forget that answer. What also shows that Max loves to eat is that even though he is running away from the dog as best he can, he grabs a cabbage from the bag every couple of minutes and eats it down, making his belly a bit bigger with each cabbage he eats, and draining more energy out of his body. "Uh oh," he noticed that he added another seven pounds (3.2kg) on him from his just recent snack binge, now his belly is barely too big for his pants, making them strain a bit. "This doesn't look good." he turned around to see that Brutis is now closing in on him like a missile. "Oh no," he yelled as he started to run faster. "Now this is bad!! I got to get away from Brutis before I become a canine buffet!!!"*
*But running faster didn't increase his chances of escaping much, thanks to the fat and pounds he added onto his belly, he was having a hard time of trying to get away from the dog while at the same time trying his best not to fall over onto his gut. And it only got worse when Max came to a dead stop near a steep hill that's bout forty feet long downward and at the bottom is a twenty foot drop, leaving the rabbit trapped. "Oh no," Max said as he turned around, munching down some more cabbages out of nervousness and fear, and making his belly more visible with the shirt exposing bout nearly half of his fat gut. "I'm trapped!"*
*He turned around to see Brutis started to slowly walk towards him with a growl that shows an immense anger at Max for stealing all of the farmer's cabbages, the big rabbit just simply stepped back slowly from the husky. "N-nice d-doggy," he said, now starting to get really scared. "Listen, if you don't attack me, I'll give you some n-nice delicious cabbages." Knowing a dog, he prefers to have meat over cabbages. Now Brutis just growls even louder and moves closer and closer towards Max, forcing him to move even more back. "B-Brutis, you don't want to eat me would you, look at me, I'm all s--- WOOAH!!!" Max took one too many steps back and has fallen down the hill, but ironically thanks to his belly; he's not getting hurt or bruised. "Getting... Sick," he yelled as he continued to roll down the hill like a boulder. "I think I'm going to lose my lunch, thanks to this!!!"*
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*At the bottom of the drop is a dirt road where people usually walk along as means to admire the view of Forestville, with some signs along the side of the road. Walking along the road was a 5'9 (175 centimetres), 121lbs (55 Kilograms) tall male anthro cheetah, He has short brown hair that has two large tuffs going at downward curve left and right on his forehead, brown eyes, and has a purple triforce mark on the back of his left hand (reasons why he has one is hard to explain). The clothes he wears is just a simple black jeans jacket and red pants, nothing special really. "Damn," he said as he swiped some sweat of his forehead, "this is one heck of a hot day, I wish there was a cloud that will cover the sun."*
*He continued walking down the path till he stopped in the middle of the path, standing right next to a sign that hangs on the side of the cliff. The sign showed a chubby blue Chinese dragon that had green eyes and yellow belly scales, gorging down on Chinese food, egg rolls, rice, cooked vegetables, and above the dragon was the words in bold black 'Eat Up San'. The cheetah looked at the ground and noticed that for some reason he was in a shadow that was in the shape of a fat rabbit. "What the," he said, rather confused about the shape of the shadow and how it's getting bigger rapidly, he looked up and immediately said with a 'what the f\*\*k expression'. "Aw crap."*
*In an instant a loud thud can be heard throughout the entire forest, it was so loud that it managed to rustle a lot of leaves in trees that are as far as twenty feet away, and some tourists thought it was a boulder falling down a mountain. But in reality it was only Max landing on the ground with a large velocity, and ironically, squashed onto the young cheetah. "Phew," Max said as he pet his large belly and grabbed the bag that landed right next to him. "I thought I was going to be a goner, thanks for saving me from certain doom." He looked down at the cheetah that's underneath him, the dude appears to be unconscious from the impact of Max's weight, lying down on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, but thankfully, the young cheetah isn't hurt at all, he's just simply dazed and if this were a cartoon, he would literally see stars and birds going around his head as if there was gravitational pull around him. Max's cheeks blushed so red that it looks like he had red paint covering his cheek fur. "Oops," Max said as he put his hand behind his face, a little embarrassed. "Sorry about that Mr. Cheetah, I'll take you back to my home, so that you get better." He picked the young cheetah up and set him on his belly on Max's left shoulder, wrapping his left arm around his legs so that the cheetah won't fall off while holding the cabbage bag on his right shoulder, and took the cheetah, the bag and his monstrous appetite to his house.*
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\_ After having to carry the young cheetah and the bag full of cabbages for a while, Max finally reached his house. The entrance to his home is a small round hole that's at the bottom of a small hill that's roughly a bit over four feet tall, with the hole being one and a half feet tall and wide, it's just barely big enough for Max to squeeze through as from the looks of it, it's only big enough for someone who weighs less than 250lbs (113.6 kg), anyone who weighs more than that will probably be stuck.\_
*"Phew," he said as he set the cheetah down and pushed the cabbage stuffed bag through the small hole. "That sure took a lot of energy!" Max then smiled a bit and picked up the cheetah yet again as he pushed the cheetah head first with ease, he then entered through the hole, his fat belly feeling snug as he slowly wiggled his way through. "Dang it," he said again struggling a bit to get through. "Either this hole is naturally getting smaller or someone purposely made it smaller!"*
*After a few more seconds Max finally managed to squeeze through the hole on his own, and crawled a bit more to get his legs in. "There," he said and smiled as he crawled while carrying the cheetah till there's enough room in the short hallway for him to stand. When he's out of the hallway, he just petted his own belly and said to himself, "looks like there's no worry for me to get stuck for now." His home is pretty simple, side the hallway being less than three feet tall when close to the entrance hole, the rest of the home is about nine feet tall, more than enough for the two to be comfy. Since Max's home is underground, the walls and the ceiling (well let's just call them that) have thick roots that are stemming from the trees above ground, some are going through just the walls or the ceiling, but there are others that just go straight down from ceiling to wall, and when you look at it from a certain perspective, it's a very stylish decoration.*
*On the right side of the room is the kitchen, which has a wooden round table with three chairs with a lamp hanging overhead, a counter to the right that holds some jars and spice racks, a cabinet below the counter that holds some cooking pots and pans, a sink to wash the dishes manually and also an oven on the far right side of the counter to make the food. There's also a cupboard filled with junk food and sweets along with many other ingredients in the top half of the cupboard while the bottom is full of dishes, plates and glasses, and last but definitely not least is the fridge that's to the right of the oven, standing bout six feet tall, regular fridge, nothing special.*
*On the left side of the room is sort of like a living room, with a basic sofa that's big enough for four people, a low coffee table that's made out of maple and stands bout nearly a feet tall, a bookshelf that's full of books ranging from fantasy to mystery, an armchair next to the sofa, and some pictures of some events that happened in the past.*
*Max walked over to the sofa and set the young cheetah down to let him get a good rest, unfortunately Max's belly grumbled very loudly cause it was a sign that Max is hungry for food. The grumble was more then enough for the young cheetah to wake up, "Dang," he said as he sat and rubbed his eyes. "That was some sleep, a rabbit like boulder landing on me, something tells me I should lay off the soda before bed." When he regained some vision in his eyes after the nap he took, he realized that what happened earlier was not a dream.*
*When he looked up at Max, the big rabbit kind of blushed and said with an embarrassing tone. "Sorry bout landing on your earlier Mr. Cheetah, I kind of slipped when I tried to ran away from the farmer's dog, hope I didn't hurt you at all."*
*The cheetah smiled, "Don't worry about it," he said as he poked Max's belly. "Your fat belly managed to soften the impact for me, sides I've had this happened to me before so I've gotten used to it." He grinned a little to Max at that.*
*Max smiled back and held out his hand to 'Mr. Cheetah', "I'm Max Longear," he introduced himself. "How about you sir, what's your name?"*
*The cheetah shook his hand with a smile. "I'm Andrew Kenshader," he said to Max. "But most people call me Ace." He then asked Max. "By the way, why were you running away from the farmer's dog anyway?"*
*Max walked over to the entrance hole till he had to crawl, he grabbed the bag that was left next to the hole and headed back over to Ace. "Well Ace," he said and opened the bag, dumping dozens and dozens of cabbages onto the coffee table. "I was getting some cabbages to make supper, and unfortunately the dog found out before I managed to sneak out." He picked up one of them and started to chew on it, smiling as he* *savoured* *the taste in his mouth and swallowed it, petting his belly proud. "What can I say, I love cabbages!"*
*Ace couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Well you know," Ace said and grinned as he poked Max's soft belly again. "I'm a very good cook; I can make all kinds of foods with any ingredient, including cabbages." He just simply winked at that.*
*Max's ears perked up instantly at the words of 'very good cook', "Really," he said and looked at Ace. His tummy made an even louder rumble, like it was telling Ace to make delicious foods. Max laughed and said to Ace "looks like my belly wants some of your cooked food!"*
*Ace couldn't help but laugh as well. "Well if that's what your tummy wants," he said and stood up, walking over to the kitchen. "Then I'll comply!" He grabbed some ingredients from the fridge, cupboard and the counter, as well as some cooking appliances, and started to cook. Since he's in cheetah form, it probably won't take too long before the table will be covered with delicious food.*
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*The table is almost completely covered in food, but there's not as much food as you think there is because of the small table size, The mini sized feast is comprised of two plates having sandwiches, one plate having a tower comprised of six pancakes, smothered in maple syrup with whipped cream on top, a baked blueberry pie with a hint of cinnamon, and a plate having two dozen chocolate chip cookies. When Max gazed upon the cooked food Ace had made in such a fast time, his stomach couldn't help but made the loudest gurgling ever. Max blushed at that and said to Ace as he sat down, "Guess that's stomach talk for thank you Ace," he put a pancake, a slice of blueberry pie and a couple of sandwiches onto his plate, sliced a piece of pie with his fork, and took a taste at it. "Wow Ace, you really are an excellent cook!!" He smiled greatly as he continued to chow down on the food, but being polite enough to use the utensils cause of company.*
*Ace smiled. "Well I don't like to brag," grabs a sandwich and takes a bite at it,* *savouring* *the taste and swallowing it, giving his barely existing belly a good pat. "But I am I usually cook for very good friends." Ace holds out his hand towards Max. "If you like to be my friend that is."*
*Max was simply touched by that, it's not often that someone he knows for only a very short amount of time, it's also very touching since Max was a bit responsible by landing on Ace. Max took Ace's hand and shook it, with a smile. "I always like to meet new friends," he said as he continued to chow down the food, putting more on his plate with Ace eating some of his food, only a tiny bit slower* *then* *Max. Both of their bellies grew and grew with every few chomps they took, with the chair that Max is sitting on already creaking heavily and his big belly pressing against the edge of the table as he keeps getting fatter and fatter. The chair that Max is sitting on also starts to show signs of straining, the legs are starting to look like they're bending, and it starts to make small creaking noises as Max gets bigger from his eating, obviously Max doesn't mind though, as he continues to eat the feast Ace made as his belly gets bigger.*
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*Bout all of the tables contents were gone within half an hour. Ace stopped eating bout twenty minutes ago, so he only looks like he now weighs in at 190lbs (86.4 kg), his belly way more noticeable as its bulges out of Ace's shirt, probably because his shirt size is smaller than Max's. Max on the other hand ate the other half of the food within the half hour and it looks like he weighs in at 350lbs (159.1 kg). When he got up and stretched a bit, we truly see how big he is. His belly is now almost twice as big as it originally was at the beginning of this story, with it really hanging over his shorts, hanging over a foot above the ground when he stands and he also has three noticeable rolls on his back directly above his short. Surprisingly though the chair is still holding on, even though it's close to breaking. "Ah," he said with a smile as he patted his large gut. "That is one of the best meals I ever had!" He then looked over at Ace, who just finished washing the dishes that are clear of food and placed them back in the cupboards. "You're a really excellent cook Ace; you're bout as great as my friend Martin!"*
*Ace is now the one who's blushing like a blooming rose, "W-well," he chuckled nervously as he places his paws behind his head and scratches it. "I do try to make delicious food for my buddies." He pets his exposed spotted belly and looks at Max with slight curiosity. "So who is Martin anyway, you've talked about an adventure you had with him during the meal but you never told me much about him."*
*Max smiles as he started talking about Martin. "He and I have been best friends ever since we we're little kids, back then I still loved to eat as much as I do today, and have been always getting a large belly thanks to the habit. One day bout seven years ago after I finished eating nearly all of the vegetables in Farmer Bleu's greenhouse he uses to keep animals like me out, I tried my best--"*
*Ace immediately stopped Max out of confusion, since the big rabbit said that the greenhouse was used to keep animals out, it had to make him wonder how Max got in. "Wait Max," he asked Max to get everything straight with a curious look on his face. "If the greenhouse was made to prevent guys like you from coming in, then how did you get in?"*
*Max chuckled nervously at that question, almost as if how he did it embarrassed him. "W-well you see," he shyly admitted. "I noticed that the ground below the greenhouse was softer, so I managed to make a small ditch right below the glass wall where I easily crawled through." Max then got up and went to the fridge to bring out a small cake that's already got a half-eaten up and sat down on his chair and started eating on the cake. "Unfortunately when I tried to crawl out, I gotten so fat that I gotten stuck tightly and couldn't get out, but as luck would have it Martin was walking near Farmer Bleu's place, when I yelled out for help Martin came to the rescue and saved me from certain doom like a superhero!!" After he said that he did a superhero pose, unfortunately the shift he did to do that pose along with the extra pound he added on after eating the cake managed to put enough weight on the chair to have its rear legs snap like twigs. His thud was so loud that it rattled the dishes in the cupboards, and it also made the dishes on the table to bounce a little, but at least nothing was broken. "I guess Martin was right," he said as Ace helped him out, smiling sheepishly. "At this size I can probably measure on the rector scale!"*
*"And you'll probably measure at 1.8," an unknown voice had said from the entrance. Ace and Max immediately looked to see who it was, and from the way Max was smiling, he was a good guy. It was a 5'7 (170.18 cm) tall Pine Marten weasel that has pale golden-brown fur, greyish-green eyes, a long bushy tail and is actually pretty slim but with a slightly noticeable belly, weighing in at around 160lbs (72.7 kg). He's wearing a Lilac coloured t-shirt and blue jean shorts, which is nothing special, he also appears to have an old style Polaroid instant camera that's from the 1980's, a Polaroid Spirit 620 and it looks like it's still brand new even though it's twenty years old, once he got into Max's house, he noticed Ace very clearly. "Hi Max, who's this fellow," He asked the rotund rabbit with a slight chuckle. "I take it he's another one of your newest friends?"*
*"Martin," Max smiled and got up on his own two feet with a little help from Ace, walking towards Martin while holding his belly with his left hand to keep himself steady, and gave him one of the tightest hugs Martin had ever received while lifting him up into the air. "It's so great to see you!"*
*Martin couldn't help but smile as he given a hug back to Max... Well, as much as he could with Max's size and all. "It's great to see you to buddy," as Max put down Martin, he looked at Ace and asked the fat bunny again. "Who is he again, I don't believe you told me his name yet?"*
*"It's a pleasure to meet you Martin," Ace said as he walked his way over to the weasel and shook his hand, they're bellies pressing against each other slightly which shows how chubby they have gotten thanks to Max's influence. "I'm Andrew Kenshader, but I'm usually called Ace."*
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*"It's great to meet you to Ace," Martin said with a small smile. "It's a bit rare for Forestville to have visitors; let alone us."*
*"Well, I never really did intend to come here actually," Ace told Martin. "I actually was walking on a pathway that is close to Forestville; because I've heard in a brochure that the place was very quiet and beautiful." Max and Martin kind of looked perplexed, they never really heard of this brochure about Forestville considering the fact that this place isn't really all that exciting to them; plus Forestville doesn't really have much of a business that would get much tourists except for its seasonal county fair. "Okay-okay, I may have over exaggerated the brochure but it still given me enough interest to check out the place."*
*Well that is great and all," Martin said, still a little puzzled. "But that still doesn't explain how you and Max met and became friends."*
*"Let's just say Max saved me after I got squashed by a big, brown, and soft rabbit-like boulder." he smirked a bit as he poked Max's large belly; it wobbled quite a bit as Martin snickered after realizing in an instant what he meant.*
*The loveable rabbit blushed like crazy, "Hey," he said sheepishly. "I-it wasn't my fault that I got caught sneaking off with the farmer's food and Brutis tried to catch me!" The three then relaxed on the couch, as they're combined weights made the couch do creaking sounds and had the cushions sank a little under the three. "What brings you here Martin," Max asked him as he wrapped his left arm around his shoulder. "It's rare for you to bring your camera over here."*
*Martin picked up the local newspaper 'The Forestville Daily' that was on the table and showed the front page to the two. According to a front page story "#52 Now Means Lots of Food" written by Ginger O'Reilly; the rich gluttonous president of real-estate firm* *Lenax**, Lionel Crane of Daychen; who appears to be a 6'3 (190.50cm) 450lbs (204.5kg) St. Bernard has recently finished building one of the largest storage buildings in the entire region. The storage building in question is basically a 200ft tall 400ft wide and 60oft around building that houses a single giant room that will hold tonnes and tonnes of food and all kinds kept in a special temperature controlled room and is often sprayed from the emergency sprinklers with a special chemical called 'Yargenol' that will make sure the foods never get spoiled or rotten; that's like a special dream for food lovers. "I thought that this might interest you buddy," Martin said has he handed him the copy. "Since I know of your intense love with food; plus considering on how much food there probably will be in there, I thought it would be too good of an offer to pass up on."*
*Max immediately took the paper with jackrabbit speed, his ears perking up with excitement when he heard the phrase 'lots of food', he read through the article in a laser like focus and in an instant after finishing reading, he had the expression of being in pure bliss. His belly gurgling loudly in delight; the sight of drool coming out of his mouth, and with all that, you can practically imagine that hearts are floating around his head. "Oh city of Daychen," he said in a love-like trance. "How much I love you for making this storage building!"*
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*"Daychen?" Ace said with a surprise. "How interesting, I actually live in that city, it's 12* *kilometres* *south-east of Forestville and it is a pretty big city."*
*"You live in Daychen," Martin asked Ace, but before you he could finish his sentence, a faint memory suddenly light up in his mind. "I remember who you are now, your Andrew Eclipse Kenshader, one of the youngest millionaires in the entire province of Nebiahaso, founder and the president of REEL, Research Echo Energy of Life!!" Martin is completely flabbergasted that someone of Ace's status was right here in Max's home, Ace was sort of embarrassed that his status was revealed as he never really intended for the two to know, while Max was just plain clueless at what the tubby weasel was talking about. "But wait," Martin said again, kind of looking perplexed. "Aren't you... human?"*
*Max looked perplexed at what Martin said, since clearly Ace is a cheetah. Ace clearly was blushing red at the cheeks... Actually, since Ace's fur is yellow, he would technically be blushing orange like having basketball for cheeks. "Guess even out here I'm a bit of a celebrity," he said sheepishly. "Yeah I'm human in reality, but..." Since Max and Martin aren't aware of his special abilities, explaining those abilities is about as easy as rocket science. "Let's just say I'm not the average human." He chuckled nervously.*
*"I'll say," Martin said in big astonishment as he looked at Ace all over and started poking at him like a scientist examining a new species. "I have never met a shape shifter before, let alone my best friend being friends with one!"*
*"I didn't know Mr. Ace was a shape shifter," Max said and gave off a jolly laughter. "I just thought he was a normal guy who as fate would have I used as a cushion!" In an instant he remembered about the storage building. "Speaking of which," he got up, his belly jiggling vigorously like jolly Santa Claus. "We really need to get to that storage building, don't want to have the food go to waste!"*
*Martin nodded as he was the first to crawl out of the entrance hole, holding his Polaroid camera in his right paw to keep it steady and popped out of the hole with a bit of relative ease. "Okay," he said with a smirk, "who's the next to come out?"*
*"My turn!" the rabbit just bounced up and down with total glee as he rammed his way towards the hole like a locomotive train at full steam, which considering his mass it does make him fit that description to a tee. You think with a rabbit that big he would just simply destroy the entrance; unfortunately with the wall of dirt around the entrance being a feet thick, and that he lost speed as he got closer to the entrance; when he smashed right into the entrance, the only thing was that apparent to Ace from behind was that his giant belly was wedged pretty tight, with his tail high up wiggling frantically and his feet digging in the ground to get out. On the other side; Max was clearly pulling himself out frantically to no avail, with Martin watching just in front of him. "Urgh," he grunted. "I'm stuck!"*
*Martin smiled as he immediately took a picture of the situation Max was in, snickering. "Well," he told him. "You did dive in headfirst into that hole without thinking of the consequences." Max really felt embarrassed now, especially since Ace has a clear view of his giant belly. But thankfully his two friends aren't the kind who would tease on him all night, as Martin said "Let me help you out buddy!" He grabbed both of Max's paws and started pulling.*
*Don't worry Max" Ace yelled from the other side as he started to push into his doughy middle, having to gain some traction by letting out his foot claws. "I'm not the kind of person \*Urf\* who would laugh at my friends so meanly, when they're in a situation like this!" He pushed more in more into the belly, Max smiled as he was being helped out there from both; you can practically hear creaking coming from the entrance with Max's belly being practically smooshed against the wall. And then just like that; \*POP!\* three just started flying thanks to Max shooting out like a cannonball, landing about five feet away from the entrance. May have been a wild ride, but at least Max is now finally free. Ace got up first; he had a very sly smirk smeared on his face as he and Martin both help up the blubbery rabbit. "I'm willing to bet that this sort of thing happens a lot with you two."*
*Max giggled sheepishly and nodded at that; considering on how fat Max has always been, it's not hard to believe that he gets his rotund self-wedged in small places a lot. Martin laughed heartily at the comment "I can honestly say I have lost tracked on the number of times Max has gotten stuck," he said with a smirk. "Now that we are out here, let's head to the storage building, I know of its location so I'll lead the way!" Max and Ace nodded in agreement as they followed Martin to another food related adventure.*
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*Well, actually it's twenty minutes from Max's home; the problem was that the trail they had to take required them to go uphill, and considering how much weight the rabbit had put on since his feast back at his house, within a minute of walking up the trailer Max was already panting and sweating like a dog in a hot summer day, wanting to take a breather for a little while. Thankfully Ace being the kind soul he is wrapped his right arm around Max's back and helped him up the hill with Max hanging his left arm over the cheetah's left shoulder; though as you can imagine it took quite a while for the three to reach the top since Martin had to slow down in order for the two to catch up to him, but the weasel had a lot of patience so he wasn't irked much that it's taking a lot longer to reach they're destination. "I'm sorry that we're slowing you down buddy," Max said, a little bit ashamed that he and Ace are being so slow. "We really shouldn't have pigged out back at my den."*
*"Don't you mean YOU \*huff\* shouldn't have pigged out," as you can tell from the excessive breathing, sweating, and the sarcastic tone in his voice; he wasn't in the cheeriest of moods. You can't really blame him though as having to carry someone of Max's stature up an incline for almost an hour is surely going to strain your emotions, not to mention your back. "Dang Max you weigh as much as a car!"*
*Max giggled embarrassingly and blushed beep red as Martin looked back with a grin, "Well you can relax Ace," he said excitedly. "Cause we finally made it!" With that Max's ears perked and immediately started running towards the building and left Ace in the dust; his massive gut wobbled immensely up and down, side to side, making sloshing sounds that would resemble a half filled water balloon... Well, a balloon that would be like eight feet in diameter anyway. When he reached the top of the hill, he stared in awe at the sight; the building was pretty huge in diameter, around 1'400 feet to be precise, with 80 feet in height it's a pretty clear telling that this place may likely hold* *tonnes* *of delicious food. The exterior of the building doesn't look half-bad either, the walls being made entirely out of bricks in different shades of brown and dark red; but don't let the old style look fool you, it's very strong and sturdy, you can say indestructible even. An interesting quirk of the warehouse is that it's practically sitting on the edge of a hill that is resting against the west side of the building, and the hill looks pretty steep; if anybody falls out of those windows from that side they will be rolling fifty feet down the hill.*
*"Oh wow," Max said with his eyes glazed over, enough to make anybody hungry for donuts in all honesty. "It's so big!"*
*Ace finally managed to catch up to the two as he looked pretty pooped from carrying the obese bunny up the hill. "Just \*pant\* out of curiosity," he asked Martin. "How \*pant\* in the world \*pant\* are going to get into that building?"*
*Ace did raise a good point; this Mr. Crane from the looks of it has put quite bit of security into #52, a couple of guards for each wall we're patrolling around the perimeter of the building so that no one will be able to escape they're view, the doors have sophisticated electrical locks that requires special keycards, and the ground floor windows were pretty much out of the question due to Max's physique. The rabbit's ears lowered completely when he saw all that security, "How are we going to get in now," he asked with a whimper. "There's no way I can fit through those windows with the guards on the lookout."*
*Martin, rather undeterred from this realization used his keen sense of vision to spot anything that looks like a possible entrance into the building; but seeing as how they were at the hilltop and it was a hundred yards away from the building, it won't be easy to spy something interesting unless your eyesight is perfect. Thankfully for the trio -especially Max-, Martin was able to spot something very particular that looks to be unguarded; nearby is a creek that has a large drainage pipe that's half buried into the ground, 7 feet wide and tall, and ten feet long; connected to the creek, and it also appears connected to the storage building. Very odd for such a rural area as it's more suiting for a big city like Chicago, but hey it's really convenient so they really can't complain. "Bingo," he said with a grin, "looks like we found ourselves a way in guys!"*
*As you might expect, Max beamed when Martin spotted another way into the mystical storage building; it comes as no surprise that Max was about to zoom towards it when Ace grabbed a hold of his arm. "Slow down Roadrunner," Ace cautioned the rotund bunny; "I think it would be safer and smarter if we don't go in there guns blazing, and instead do stealth mode; just so that we won't attract any attention."*
*Of course, Ace was right; someone of the bunny's stature would no doubt create a lot of noise that would give the trio away, so sneaking down the hill towards the drainage is the more sensible option. Then again, I highly don't think that Max is really the patient type, "Aw come on Ace," Max whined, his ears drooped and giving off big puppy eyes. "I am so hungry I can eat a horse!"*
*"It looks like you already ate three; buddy," Martin snickered as he nodded with Ace, slowly walking down the hill in stealthy fashion; seems as though he cemented himself as the leader as he looks back to the two and signaling them to follow. Ace helped Max down the hill -while holding on to his vest tightly so as to not run off and blow they're cover-, following behind the tubby weasel. They crouched down when they entered the creek, they're feet soaking wet and the coldness of the water sending a tingle up the three's spine. Of course they really can't complain at this point, "just h-h-hold on guys," Martin said, shivering a little bit, "we're g-g-going i-in!"*
*Once the trio entered the drainage pipe; Ace let go of Max and pulled out a small penlight from his pocket and turned it on to illuminate the passageway, as you would imagine, the whole pipe was damp, dark, and felt like a cave which leads deeper and deeper into the earth. At least the water wasn't dirty... Somewhat, \*burr\* "Dang this water feels like it's imported from Pluto," Ace said, his teeth chattering a little bit as they go deeper into the unknown. As they go further in, the whole place got darker and harder to see; so the penlight is quite literally they're lifeline. "I didn't think that this pipe goes this deep into the earth," the cheetah was pretty surprised. "How far along is it till we reach our destination--. " Before he could finish his sentence though he walked head first into an obstacle, the collision was pretty painful as the banging of skull with metal was echoing throughout the place. The cheetah immediately fallen back in comedic style and rubbed his booboo, "okay never mind."*
*Even though it did look pretty painful, the guys really couldn't help themselves but hide they're giggling; after all it was kind of thing you only seen in cartoons. Once Ace got up, he shined his light onto the ladder, it did look a bit rusty; as there was some brown rust at the feet of the ladder, but it still looked strong. The only problem was when he pointed the light upward; at the ceiling was a vertical shaft that looked to be thirty feet long and only big enough for a 400lbs person to fit through; way too small for Max. "Oh dear," Martin said as he saw the vertical shaft, "it may take a while to get you at the other end buddy."*
*Max's ears lowered again, giving off big puppy eyes. "But I am hungry as a horse guys," he whined a little, "can't you guys help me out?"*
*"Of course we will," Ace said with a grin. "What kind of friends are we if we don't help out each other?"*
*Max smiled a little as Martin was the first to get onto the letter as he climbed up and stopped halfway into the , "I think I got an idea how to get all three of us up there guys, Max you grab on to my ankles." Martin said to the hefty rabbit, Max obliged and got onto the ladder himself, though as you can likely imagine it was not so easy as his bulk kept getting in the way from grabbing onto it and get his footing on it, but in no time at all he was holding on to Martin's legs. "Okay then, now Ace you climb up last as we need someone to push up on Max to help him wiggle through this shaft."*
*Ace didn't look very pleased at all; considering that he's going to have to push upward on Max's bottom and his belly, it's an understatement that he looks like he has seen a ghost. "You're kidding me right Martin?" He asked with a flabbergasted expression on his face. "It would take us hours to get Max through there!"*
*"Nonsense Ace," Martin cheered at Ace as he starts to climb up the shaft. "Not if you believe!"*
*"Martin's right," Max smiled gleefully as he soon followed the weasel, holding on to his legs as he begins climbing. "You can do it Ace, I know you can!" Of course after he finished that little pep talk, the hole got plugged with rabbit blubber; his legs moving rapidly in the air. Ace sighed and climbed, putting his paws on all that rabbit and begins pushing upward. Now all the cheetah can hear of his two new friends is being muffled out by the sloshing of rabbit blubber.*
*"Maybe I didn't think this through Max," Martin was struggling to climb upward with having to drag Max with him, who as you can see is really trying his best to hold on to Martin as he stretches slowly with each step Martin takes. "You're a lot bigger than I expected!"*
*\*Oomph!\* Max slowly started to squeeze into the shaft as Ace and Martin continue to push and pull the rabbit to get him to the other side. "Come on \*oomph!\* guys," Max said, looking a bit uncomfortable, getting smooshed and stretched at the same time in such a small space is pretty much not the nicest place to be in if your big. "I'm starving here!"*
*"And my spine is about to break," Ace hollered back, sounding pretty damn irate at this point as they reach the halfway mark after minutes of constant pushing and pulling; though it's pretty understandable why he feels that way, with Max on top of him he probably feels like the world is quite literally on his shoulders. "But you don't see me complaining, no sir-ree!"*
*Well, you can make the argument that technically he is complaining right now, but now's not the time to focus on minor details as after what felt like an eternity, even though it was only ten minutes, Martin can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. "We are almost there guys," he cheered as three inched closer. "It's almost over!"*
*With that being said, Martin immediately popped his head out and looked around to see the place. Calling it huge would be an understatement of the year, lights hanging from the ceiling brightens up the place enough to show an endless sea of stacked crates that ranged in height from 4o to 60 feet; kind of giving off the look of an indoor mountain range. An aroma of delicious foods and baked goods, crammed into an endless amounts of boxes and crates, practically engulfed the entire room, which made Martin drool just a little bit, and Max practically making a waterfall from his mouth. "Holey moly," Martin said as he was staring in awe at the place, slowly getting out and standing on his own two feet. "This place is huge!"*
*The place was pretty high security on the inside two, many of the windows have bars on them so that no one can break in, and the doors are padlocked with a fingerprint scanner for extra security, though it's a little bit of a overkill in my opinion. Especially considering that one of the windows that has a vertical slide is not even locked at all. Then again this is right next to the main entrance doorway so it doesn't appear to be too out of place. Max poked his head out and once he took in the sight of it all, he immediately went all wide eyed. "I think I have died and gone to heaven," he said with giddy, as he madly tried to climb his way out of the shaft. It's amazing that food can motivate him into having a burst of speed, but sadly he also forgot that he had to be pushed and pulled by Martin and Ace simultaneously just to get this far, so all that he is doing is just madly trying to pull himself out and kicking into the air. "Oh come on! I'm hungry guys, and I can't be stuck in this thing forever!!"*
*"I am pushing as fast as I can blubber bunny!" Ace snapped back, now he really looks like he is in a sauna, sweating like he ran a complete marathon. I can imagine he couldn't take it anymore, as he just gave a massive push into Max, making the poor rabbit pop out like a cork as he just landed belly first to the ground. Ace immediately climbed out to get out of the sauna the shaft had turned into thanks to Max trapping the warm air from outside, and boy did he look drenched; with his hair looking pretty soaked and his jean jacket shows some pit stains. "Next time Martin," he sighed. "You should be the last one to venture forth."*
*Martin snickered a little at that comment as the three took in the immensity of the sight; Max awed, slowly walking forward towards a stack of crates that have the overwhelming scent of cabbages. "I think I'm heaven guys," Max smiled widely, grabbing a crowbar that was on top of it and pried it open, exposing the cabbages that don't even look a day old!. "Now I definitely know I am in heaven!" And with that he grabbed a cabbage and chomped on it, showing a blissful expression as he munched and munched on the sweet leafy treat till it was no longer there. "Come join in on the feast friends," he said in between chews of his second cabbage, "there's plenty to go around!"*
*Martin smiled as he joined in as well, going towards another crate and using the same crowbar Max handed him to pry it open; this crate contained colorful semi-flat boxes that has a clear plastic cover over a cut out circular middle which shows gentle golden dough with elegantly made holes that reveals a gooey colorful center. Even to the untrained eye one can tell that that the one closest to him must be blueberry; he looks at the other boxes and sees the different array of flavors; strawberry, cherry, pumpkin, banana cream, all the staple pie flavors are packed into this crate. He grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, taking in a huge whiff of the pumpkin pie. "Your right Max," he said as he gobbled down on the pie like a ravenous wolf, mewing in bliss as he finished and patted his slightly expanded gut. "This is heaven!" He then noticed that Ace hasn't joined in on the feast of a lifetime, "What are you waiting for," he exclaimed at the cheetah with a heartfelt grin, "an invitation?!"*
*It would appear as though Ace is a tad more hesitant to join in on the feast of a lifetime then Martin or Max; could it be that he's just not hungry? Or is it more likely he doesn't want to end up a blimp like Max? "Oh no thanks guys," he said, "I am quite stuffed still from the meal back at Max's home." The two buddies just simply looked at each other, each sporting a sort of mischievous grin; almost as if they have both come up with the same devious plan. They walked towards Ace, they're guts making such sloshing sounds and grabbed both of his arms, lifting him off the ground and carrying him to the crates. "Hey," he hollered, clearly he was aware of what the two have in their minds, and was certainly not a happy camper as he struggled to break free of their grasps. "I don't want to be giant butterballs like you two!"*
*"Aw come on Ace," Max giggled bashfully. "There is nothing wrong with having a lot of chub on yourself, makes you a giant plushy!"*
*"There is if I don't want to be a ball," Ace huffs as he struggles more, really not wanting to be a fat-ass like his two new friends. Martin spotted a large pile of cardboard boxes that were full of cakes of varying flavors; which he can tell thanks to his smell instinct, to which he looked at Max with a grin and the rabbit nodding back with a grin as well.*
*"One. Two." The two said together as the swung Ace back and forth like they were playing airplane, obviously a jumbo jet. "Three!" And with that they let go of Ace, sending him flying into the cardboard box pile; thankfully with the added cushioning effect of the cakes, he wasn't hurt, but boy was he messy. Covered in icing of different colors, sprinkles, and cake pieces of varying flavors, you can pretty much guess that Ace was not amused as he took a bite out of a broken cake slice that was sitting on his lap, adding a bit more to his tummy now. "Now come on Ace," Max pouted a bit, "I know there is a glutton in you, we just got to find it with a good stuffing!"*
*"I am fine with not being a glutton thank you very much," Ace said sarcastically with a smirk. Though from the looks of it, he really seems unable to stop munching, Max and Martin clearly see it and just shrugged with a chuckle and give up as they go back to the rest of the food and munches away. All three were just busy munching and munching on any delicious food they can see; Max finishing three boxes of carrots and now moving on to some carrot cake, Martin gorging on some chocolate donuts, and Ace slowly chewing the cake. Obviously these three will certainly get bigger in no time at all.*
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*As one can expect in that amount of time, the trio had put on quite a lot of fat; though at varying degrees. Ace as one would expect had put on the least amount of weight because he still knows his limits.... Well, sometimes; in this case though it looks like he has managed to put on 40lbs, while his face didn't puff out much it was very clear he puffed out like a blowfish; his gut has certainly gotten bigger with the emphasis on big, with his shirt sort of riding up and having a slightly hard time covering it, his pants looking a tad snug covering his meaty legs, and his arms are more sausage-like. Martin meanwhile has managed to put on 60lbs, clearly he is more in tune with his inner gluttony then Ace is, sitting down next to a large pile of empty containers, and judging from the smell, one could guess that they were once filled with delicious lasagna and casserole. His shirt is riding up his chest and the seams of his shorts looked very strained, but he was very content with himself as he murred peacefully to himself and rubbing his swollen tummy. But of course we couldn't forget about Max, managing to put on the most weight in the binge if that was even possible at this point; about 85lbs of pure rabbit goodness. It was actually a miracle that he's not a ball of blubber at this point, as he's just barely able to stand on his two feet, huffing and holding on to his giant tummy with his shirt almost looking like it was meant for a toddler. The rabbit slowly waddled around to a corner of the warehouse where there was more boxes that contained some carrot cakes and cabbage rolls. "My goodness," he huffed slowly to himself. "If I try to eat anymore I think I might end up popping up like a balloon!"*
*"Not to point out the obvious Max," Ace snickered as he looked at the giant rabbit, "but I think you've popped quite a long time ago, well at least your clothing has anyway." Indeed, it was a stroke of luck that Max didn't zip up his vest, because if he did it would have completely been shredded to pieces by now.*
*Max of course blushed into a cherry on top of a chocolate sundae at that comment, still waddling towards the boxes as he can smell the aroma of cabbage and carrots hanging delicately in the air, "Come to papa," he grinned, and sat down on the floor. The action caused quite a bit of rumbling in that section of the warehouse, which was bad because the rumbling caused a drum that was resting on one of the storage racks to tip over and come crashing down onto the ground. Now on its own, this wouldn't be such big issue since the trio made just as loud noises and managed to alert none of the guards that there were intruders on the premises, but the drum just kept rolling and it crashed into a pyramid style stack of boxes that are full of canned foods like soup, beans, vegetables, you name it. The force of the impact was more than sufficient enough to make the pyramid come tumbling down in such spectacular fashion; while some cans were able to escape the fall of death with only a dent, many others just simply cracked and in some cases outright exploded as if the inside was an aircraft cabin under pressurization, either way one slices it the end result is one huge mess and ear shattering noise that would even make the 21-Gun salute envious. "Uh-oh," he gulped at the realization, "I think we may need to get out of here quickly guys."*
*Almost in quick timing, alarm bells rang across the area; seems that the noise caused by the spectacle was sufficient enough to have been heard in the next town over, let alone outside the warehouse. -Attention All Personnel- the monotonic voice rang throughout the premises, -we have intruders in Storage Building #52; I repeat, we have intruders in Storage Building #52.- Martin, alarmed by the... Alarm, quickly rose up to his feet, his gut wobbling and sloshing without a care in the world. "Your darn tooting we need to Max!" With Ace following right behind him, the two immediately went towards the rabbit, figuring that they may need to help him with his mobility since they need to get out of this place before they really get into the fire. They both grabbed onto Max's paws and with great heaving, the rabbit manages to get onto his feet, if only barely. Of course, there's a really big problem as the three waddled they're way back to the escape route: There is no way in heck that any of them, not even Ace can fit down that manhole as they looked down there in complete defeat; they will have to look for another method of escaping.*
*"Wait a minute!" Ace exclaimed with excitement, a bulb went off in his head. "I remember seeing an open window on the other side of the storage building; we can use that to escape!"*
*"How in the world did we not notice that," Martin yelled in utter surprise, the three were wobbling as fast as they can towards the window, which for two of them is really difficult due to their over indulgence.*
*"Less time questioning, more time escaping!" Ace huffed as finally the trio reached the open window; surprisingly the windows in this warehouse are pretty average, like this window all the windows on the ground floor are basically vertical sliding windows with two panels. Both of which are three feet tall and one and a half feet wide, as basically while horizontally it's not a whole lot of space, the window as a whole was a pretty big; which is direly needed for these three butterballs. Though now a new problem emerges; who will attempt to escape first? "Uh-oh, looks like we may have to play some Rock Paper Scissors to decide, guys."*
*Considering the short amount of time they got, Max and Martin nod their heads and the three immediately started to pound their left fist on their right palm. "Rock, Paper, Scissors!" They made their left fist into their desired item, and the result? While Max and Ace hold out scissors, Martin hold out rock; Martin wins this round of the time old game, but they only have time for one round. "Get ready to push me out guys," the rotund weasel said as he climbed into the window to try and squeeze himself through. He managed to get up to his chest till, predictably, his large gut squished against the open frame, wedging him completely. Martin struggled for a few moments, hoping to see if he can get himself unstuck; of course he would have about as much luck to hope the alarm would shut off.*
\_Seeing the obvious; both Ace and Max pressed their paws on Martin as they start to push and shove into him, using a lot of their upper body strength to get him free. It was really not easy; but slowly but surely, he started to squeeze through bit by bit, but while they continued pushing and Martin trying to pull himself out, the hefty cheetah started to hear cracks and groans. He couldn't tell where it was coming since there was many other sounds occurring, like the alarm, the effort Max and Ace were putting, and Martin's struggling, so he ignored it and focused on the task at hand. Of course what Ace didn't realize was that the sounds were coming from the window itself; considering that the walls are entirely made out of bricks, it's not hard to imagine that they are not meant to endure being compressed by blubber balls, it's a miracle that they are still holding strong so either Martin is not that heavy, or the builders were complete masters. \_
\_ In any case, after a minute or so of effort; Martin finally manages to pop out to the other side. "You guys did it!" He said ecstatically, though careful not to get too over-excited since if he stepped too far off he would be rolling down the hill. "Alright, Ace your-." Before he can finish though, Max just simply barged himself through, thinking that his size would break the wall down.... It doesn't; despite it dealing with a mass greater than Martin, the wall is still holding strong, and now he's essentially trapped. "Dang it Max," Martin exclaimed as he grabbed both of Maxes paws and begins to tug really hard. "I said it was Ace's turn!"\_
\_ "I'm \*oof\* sorry," the giant rabbit said with his ears lowered. "I panicked, and I thought I would be able to break the wall down!" Of course, it didn't work, and now that Max has basically plugged the window with his girth, trying to push him back in is now simply impossible. Ace meanwhile, seeing a great wall of Max in front of him, knows that there is simply no way that the rabbit can squeeze through the window, but he couldn't leave his friend behind, so he decided to put twice the strength and effort into it, shoving into Max's enlarged tummy to try and get him through. "\*oof\* Careful Ace, you're making the window break and get its splinters into my tummy!"\_
\_ It was then that Martin got an idea; perhaps Max's idea could work, only instead of trying to tear the wall down with brute force, maybe they can wear it down by constantly pulling and pushing Max; therefore weakening the structural integrity of the window and getting the rabbit free. Of course they would have to do it quickly before security comes. "I got an idea Ace," Martin yelled. "Push like you have never pushed before while I use all my strength in pulling!"\_
\_ Unfortunately, fat is great sound absorption; all that Ace can hear from Martin is just muffling. He had no idea what he said, so he ignored it and continued pushing into Max with a lot of strength. With the combined efforts of the two; the wall starts to make ever louder moans and groans, the window starting to crack under the pressure, and looking like the thing is being pushed outward. "The whole thing is starting collapse guys, you better brace yourselves!" Ace shouted.\_
\_ Indeed the whole wall looked like it would collapse at any moment; but it needs one massive final effort to make the thing topple like dominos. On the exact same time though, Martin and Ace both gave a massive heaves and grunts, using all of their strength in their task to get the bunny out. With that, the wall surrounding the window basically collapses, turning into basically a large hole; and having Max come barreling out towards Martin. Of course though, the pure giddiness on Martin's face is erased when he and the gang just realized; this side of the building is actually facing the slope of the hill it is situated on.\_
\_ "Oh snaaaap," the three yelled like they were in suspension animation as they fall down the slope and start to roll. Ace was basically tumbleweed, bouncing up and down as physics would see fit; unfortunately for Max and Martin, their shape basically turned them into living boulders so they basically roll down the hill and only picking up speed. Ramming down the hill, being unable to stop themselves the two hit a bump near the bottom and just flew up twenty feet in the air. For a moment, they looked like balloons that some sad kid lost; but of course what goes up must come down. They just went straight down and made a long bang on impact, their guts sloshing into pure Jell-O.\_
\_ "On the bright side," Max grunted a bit, trying to get up but only managing to roll onto his side, "at least we managed to escape." He giggled bashfully, folding his ears back. Martin meanwhile struggled to get onto his feet, but thanks to being less of a butterball he was able to get onto his feet; barely anyway. Max looked around from his position, it seems that something is amiss to him. "Hey Martin, where is Ace?"\_
\_ Speaking of whom, the cheetah finally comes crashing into them, smacking head first into the bunny wall which likely helped prevent an injury of smacking into something hard. Then again; his tumbling did look pretty painful, and as it is a bit obvious he does have some scrapes and his clothes look torn, but thankfully the injuries the three sustained can be patched up with bandages. "Okay," Ace grunted as he rested next to Max and Martin. "If I am going to hang out with you guys in the future, how about we make sure to avoid any places that have bank status security, and bring a tub of butter in the event that one of you two would get stuck."\_
\_ "You make it sound like it happens to us all the time!" The bunny smirked at Ace big and grabbed Ace with surprising speed, giving him a noogie while making jolly laughter. "Give us more credit that; at least we tried to have a grand feast; you barely look like you've even started!"\_
\_ Ace and Martin joined in on the laughter, with the weasel helping Max punish Ace for not letting out his inner glutton by ticking him relentlessly. The cheetah laughed even harder now; kicking and flailing while tears roll down his face. "Sue me for the fact that I like to run!"\_
\_ "At least we got you pudgy," Martin giggled a bit. But then he remembered something, he brought his polaroid camera with him, and amazingly it was still strapped on him and only covered in dirt from the roll, talk about luck. He took the camera off him and looked at Max with a grin, showing him the camera; Max snickered and nodded as if he knows what he's thinking. "Now hold still Ace, its picture time!"\_
\_ Max and Martin immediately leaned their heads close to Ace's face in order to bundle themselves together for the group shot; of course with the varying sizes of the trio it was a bit of a miracle they managed to get that close together. Martin then hold the camera out in front of the three; the two shouting cheese while Ace was still laughing, they thought it would be more memorable to get the picture before the cheetah could catch his breath. And with a click of the camera, it made an instantaneous flash, and a lasting friendship was born, with no doubt Max and Martin would be bringing their new friend along for future adventures.\_
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Title: Herz im Kerker by Nathaniel King
Tags: Dog, Emotional, German Language, German Shepherd
Eine alte Tür, von der bereits der Lack und das Holz absplitterten, wurde mit leisem Knarzen der Scharniere geöffnet. Vor ihr ging eine schmale Treppe aus grauem Beton in das Dunkel eines Kellers hinab. Vor ihr stand ein Schäferhund, der mit einer Kralle den Lichtschalter umlegte.
Ein Klicken verbreitete orange-weißes Licht auf dem ebenfalls grauen Betonboden der Treppe und strahlte zum Schäferhund hinauf. Er trug eine weite Jogginghose und ein T-Shirt, beides in eintönigem Schwarz. Hinter seiner Brille ruhten müde Augen, die freudlos zu den Stufen sahen. Sein Fell war ungewaschen. Manche Stellen glänzten fettig.
Nach einem Moment stieg er nahezu lautlos die Treppe hinab. Unten angekommen zog er einen Schlüsselbund aus der Hose, warf ihn in die Luft und schnappte ihn geräuschvoll. Darauf fummelte er schnell mit Zeigefinger und Daumen über die Kanten der Schlüssel, um fast sofort den gesuchten Schlüssel zu packen und die anderen aus seiner Hand fallen zu lassen, sodass sie klimpernd in der Luft baumelten. Der Schäferhund stand jetzt vor einer einfachen, aus Brettern zusammen genagelten Tür. Steine, zwischen denen uralter Mörtel aus den Fugen gerieselt war, umrahmten sie.
An ihr hing ein ebenfalls schlichtes Schloss. Er öffnete es, zog es mit der Linken aus der se und stopfte den Schlüsselbund mit der Rechten zurück in seine Hose.
Sein Blick zu Boden gewandt schob er mit einer Hinterpfote die Tür auf, trat ein, schob sie mit der anderen wieder zu, drehte sich um und schob einen Riegel vor, der von Außen nicht erreicht werden konnte. Mit ebenso mechanischen Bewegungen hängte er das Schloss an einen Nagel in der Wand und betätigte einen weiteren Lichtschalter.
Vor der Tür stehend schloss er mit einem Seufzen die Augen und neigte seinen Kopf nach vorn, als würde er seine Stirn an sie lehnen. Ohne den Kopf zu heben wand er sich dem Rauminneren zu. Er öffnete die Augen und blickte über den Rand seiner Brille, als wäre er ein Welpe der gerade eine Standpauke seiner Eltern erwartete.
Doch in diesem Keller war außer ihm niemand. Von der Decke baumelte eine eingestaubte Glühbirne an einem Kabel, das von zahlreichen Spinnweben und den Leichen der Weber ummantelt war.
Der Raum war niedrig und schmal. Der Schäferhund musste leicht geduckt stehen, um nicht mit den Spitzen seiner Ohren den Dreck von der Decke zu holen. Entlang der linken Wand stand ein langer, breiter Schreibtisch, der über und über mit Büchern, Papier und Schreibgeräten aller Art beladen war. Es lagen Pinsel und Farben durcheinander, Notizen und Skizzen bis hin zu ganzen Bildern und langen Gedichten.
An der hinteren Wand, unter einem scheinbar seit seines Einbaus nicht geöffneten Kellerfensters, ging der Schreibtisch in eine verschmierte Arbeitsplatte über. Sie war wesentlich schmaler, dafür zugestellt mit kleinen Figuren aus Plastik und Zinn. Hier gab es ganze Farbtöpfe, Sprühdosen (die besser an einem gut durchlüfteten Ort genutzt werden wollten), Modellier-Masse, Messer, Scheren, Zangen, Drähte und Kleber jeder Art. Sogar kleine Burgen und Landschaften fanden sich dort, zum Teil noch unbemalt oder im Umbau. Über allem lag eine dicke Staubschicht, die man schon von der Tür aus erkennen konnte.
Und zur Rechten wollte er gar nicht erst hinsehen. Statt eines Tisches oder Regals türmten sich Stricke und Lederriemen. Stangen mit Handfesseln, lange Ketten. Leder, zu Harnisch, Halsbändern und Leinen verarbeitet, manches mit Ringen verziert oder mit Nieten und Stacheln beschlagen. Dazu gesellten sich kleine und große Konstruktionen, an die man einen Körper in scheinbar unzähligen Positionen binden konnte. In Kisten lagerten glänzende schwarze Objekte von verschiedener Form, manche dünn wie ein Finger, andere dick wie ein Arm. Ihre einzigen Gemeinsamkeiten waren scheinbar die Länglichkeit und das Material. Wer es nicht kannte mochte diesen Teil des Raumes für das Lager eines Folterers halten.
Der Schäferhund sah gar nicht hin. Allein das Wissen um diese Seite quälte ihn.
Mit den Händen vergrub er sein Gesicht, während er langsam zu Boden sank. In der Hocke seufzte er noch einmal schwer.
Dann erhob er den Blick und betrachtete alles.
Das waren seine Werke. Seine Arbeit, seine Sehnsucht, sein Verlangen. Und mochte einem auch ein Teil dieses Raumes sich vollkommen von den anderen unterscheiden, für ihn war es gleich, ein und das Selbe.
In seiner Jugend war er experimentierfreudig. Er hatte, von Neugierde getrieben, alles probieren wollen, das er finden konnte.
Doch diese Dinge waren geblieben. Er liebte sie, jedes auf seine Weise. Aber er hatte vor langer Zeit all sein Vertrauen in sich verloren, in sein Können und in seine Gefühle.
Zuerst konnte er seine Fehler nicht mehr von seinen Erfolgen unterscheiden. War der Reim großartig und neu oder konstruierter Unsinn? Dann konnte er seine Werke nicht beenden, Miniaturkrieger blieben ohne Waffen und Pinsel vertrockneten im Farbtopf.
Seine unfertige Arbeit verfolgte ihn so sehr wie seine unerhörten Verlange. Jeder Idee und jedem Neuanfang stellten sie sich in den Weg und schrien: „Was ist mit uns? Uns hast du angefangen und nicht beendet! Wie willst du irgendwas jemals beenden?"
Er wusste es doch. Sie hatten eine Chance verdient. Ich kenne sie ja kaum, ich, ihr Schöpfer! Ich verweigere ihnen ihr Recht sie kennen zu lernen. Und mit diesem Wissen sperrte er alle in den Keller.
Aber es half nichts. Durch die Wände und Stockwerke hörte er sie. Er wollte ein Leben ohne sie versuchen, so viele konnten glücklich sein, ohne die Scham ertragen zu müssen, die ihm diese Lasten geben konnte. Doch es gelang ihm nicht. Und die zum Vergessen Verdammten wussten das. Aus ihren Schreien nach Gerechtigkeit von ihrem Schöpfer wurde rachsüchtiger Spott und Hohn gegen ihn.
Er wollte es ignorieren. Doch etwas, dass dem so tiefem Kern eines Herzens entsprungen war, fand viel zu leicht den Weg dahin zurück.
Jetzt hatte er sich für viele Jahre von ihnen quälen lassen. Sie hatten die Macht ihm jede Freude zu nehmen. Er selbst hat sie ihnen gegeben. Wie Riesen bäumten sich die Figürchen über das winselnde Häufchen Elend, das vor der Kellertür zusammen gesunken war. Lettern schälten sich vom Papier um in einem Reigen um ihn zu tanzen und ihn auszulachen. Dicke Lederriemen, die ihm einmal das Gefühl von Sicherheit gegeben hatten, legten sich nun um Hals und Glieder, schnürten ihm die Adern zu und verwehrten ihm die Luft zum atmen.
Sie hatten ihn einfach nicht gehen lassen. Trotz ihres Spotts hatte er sie irgendwie vermisst. Und jetzt war er gekommen um sich seiner gerechten Strafe zu stellen.
Je länger er weinte, desto weniger bedrohten und quälten ihn seine Gefangenen. Und je mehr er ihn zu ließ, desto schwächer wurde der Schmerz. Irgendwann hob der Schäferhund den Kopf. Das Fell auf seinem Gesicht war von Rotz und Tränen durchtränkt, die Brille völlig verschmiert. Stunden mochten vergangen sein. Er spürte, wie die Kälte des Betonbodens ihm bis in die Knochen gewandert war.
Seine Gefangenen waren weniger bedrohlich geworden. Ihr Spott war Vergangenheit. Erst jetzt wurde ihm klar, wie fremd ihm sein Eigen wirklich geworden war. Doch sie sahen nun freundlich zu ihm und er spürte, dass sie sich mit ihm versöhnen wollten.
Es würde Zeit brauchen, das wusste er. Aber eines Tages würde er alles in diesem Raum als das seine anerkennen. Und dann würde er erkennen, dass es nichts an ihnen gab, wofür er sich je hätte schämen brauchen. Er würde stolz darauf sein. Das versprach er sich und seinem Herzen. | FSE |
Title: Leo and Tigress Introduction by Gez
Tags: Love
Leo hid in the bushes near the stone wall. He was playing with his best friend Tigress.
Although they were of different lands and of different ancestors they were one. Tigress opened the bushes and popped her head in to see him. "Found cha!" she called loudly.
Leo pounced on her knocking her down onto her back. "But I pinned cha." he teased. She pushed him off, and laid down on her side.
Leo laid down by her. "What cha doing?" "Thinking." She replied. Her tail moving back and forth on the ground. "Oh...about what?" He asked. "Has your dad been talking about us? Like in a bad way?" She asked. Leo looked down at his paws. Tigress's were much bigger than his. She was orange and he was gold. "Yeah...He seems to get worst every time he does...Why?" He answered. "Because my dad is to...I wasn't supposed to tell you that." She said.
Tigress's father stormed about the house. "TIGRESS!" He screamed. She looked up at Leo. "I need to go. You should probably go to." "Yeah." He said getting up. "See yea later?" He asked sadly. "Maybe." Is all she could answer before going in. | FSE |
Title: French Leave Ch. 01
Tags: gay initiation, lesbian voyeurs, bi-sexual holiday
The girls had gone into town to do some shopping leaving me and Bob to kill a few hours by the pool. We had only been on holiday for two days and although I'd never met him before this trip, we got on really well. Both our girls had known each other for years but Bob was the new man in Suzie's life and he seemed to have a lot in common with Kim and myself.
I'm Chris, incidentally and there's nothing very special about me. Average build, average looks, average cock ... in fact pretty average all round. The only unusual thing about me I suppose is that I am blonde.
We had hired a secluded luxurious farmhouse hidden deep in the French countryside to chill out for a month after Suzie, Kim and I finished University and Bob had been invited along to make up the foursome. There wasn't much to do except eat, drink, relax in the pool .....and have sex.
The morning passed quietly sun-bathing, reading and cooling off in the pool. At one stage I was lying face-down soaking up the rays when Bob pulled himself out of the water and sat down on one of the poolside mattresses next to mine to dry himself. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze. Bliss! We were both chatting about the girls when Bob suddenly changed the topic.
"Why are we bothering with swimming costumes in a place like this?" he asked. "We're miles from anywhere. There's nobody around and, I don't know about you, but I fancy getting an all-over tan."
Now I may have been around a bit but I have never felt any great desire to get an all over tan and even less desire to lay naked next to another guy. I must have had a shocked look on my face as he went on,
"What's wrong with that?" he asked, almost hurt that I wasn't enthusiastic. He said that, like me, he had never fancied the idea of going naked in company but had once been persuaded to go on a naturist holiday and that had completely changed his attitude.
"Believe me it feels great to be in the outdoors and totally naked. You haven't lived until you've felt the breeze blowing round your bits?" he joked.
I turned round to give him a quizzical look, which for some reason turned into a smile.
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," he said. "Mind if I take these things off anyway?" and without waiting for an answer he stood up and pulled his swimming shorts down to his ankles, kicking them away to the poolside.
I was still staring at him almost in disbelief and my eyes were automatically drawn to his cock, which was another good reason for not dropping my shorts. I wasn't keen for him to make comparisons and his cock seemed much longer than mine, or perhaps he was just getting excited by all this!
He sat down on the mattress again and started rubbing on some sun cream, working it gently onto his hairless chest and caressing himself as he did so. I wanted to turn away but couldn't stop myself watching as he gently smoothed the cream onto his body, up and down his arms and legs and thighs. He was making such a performance of it that I couldn't help thinking he was deliberately doing this for my benefit.
I couldn't turn away now as, for some strange reason, I was fascinated to know if he'd use the cream on that cock and I guess he knew exactly what I was thinking as he caught my eye and smiled wickedly. He poured another gob of cream onto the shaved area where his pubes once were. He must spend hours shaving every single hair away from his tackle. I knew that both the girls had shaven pussies which made me the only one of the four with every pubic hair intact. I made a mental note to do something about that later!
Very slowly Bob started massaging all around his cock and balls, using his other hand to stroke his shaft and caress his balls. It seemed to go on for ages and I could see that his cock was responding to the treatment. Much to my surprise, so was mine!
He caught my eye as he continued the gentle caress and he smiled, knowingly.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked.
Once again I said nothing but smiled nervously back at him and turned away.
'Hey, you need some of this cream on your back or you'll roast," and, without waiting for a response he came to sit on my mattress and started to run cream into my shoulders and neck.
"Wait a min......" I started but somehow couldn't come out with the words. I, a fully qualified heterosexual, should have pushed him away but something inside me wanted him to carry on.
"What were you going to say?"
"Oh, er, .....nothing," I said, and he continued to rub the cream into the upper part of my back. But this wasn't a simple slapping on of sun cream. This was a massage, and a very sensual one at that. Kim had given me massages before but, hell, this guy was better!
My arms were by my side and my hand was just touching the coolness of his naked buttock. I was trying desperately not to move it or give him any indication of just how much I was enjoying this new experience. I can't deny that I've imagined being with another guy. Kim and I had even talked about the possibility of a threesome, but I guess I'd always been a bit too scared to follow-up the idea.
Having worked his hands half way down my back he picked up my right arm and started massaging more cream into that from the top down pressing every muscle until he ended up working on each of my fingers in turn. And when he was finished he replaced my arm so that my hand was now resting on the very top of his leg, inches away from his cock.
As I was wondering what the hell to do next with my hand, he went back to working on my back gradually getting lower and lower until he reached the top of my swimming shorts. Slowly he worked his fingers under the top few inches of the trunks and, as he did so, I could feel he was forcing the top of the trunks lower and lower onto my arse. God, I was enjoying this.
Bob got up now to move round to my other side and, as he sat down he pulled my trunks down so the elastic top was just under my arse, exposing my buttocks to the air. And still I didn't object!
Now he began working on my left arm and when he'd finished with that he replaced it so that my hand was that much nearer his cock. There was nothing accidental about that. I only had to twitch a finger to touch it. He began working on my newly exposed arse, every now and again gently pushing my buttocks apart and running his hands down the crack, and I could feel the cool air on my hole.
My whole body tingled and my hand suddenly seemed to develop a mind of its own as it shifted to lay on top of his cock, with my fingers gently feeling it's length. What was I doing here?!
When he ran a finger round the rim of bumhole I couldn't stop myself grabbing his cock more firmly. And when his finger began probing its way into my hole I knew I was hooked. I was almost wanking another man!
"Hell Bob. What are you doing? What am I doing?"
"Well I guess you're enjoying yourself," he said.
"Time now to get rid of these things altogether.' He pulled my swimming shorts down and over my ankles and threw them into the pool. I thought that if anyone turned up now there would be no way of covering myself up in a hurry but, by this stage, I had abandoned myself to whatever was going to happen next and didn't care who saw.
Now Bob shifted his position so that he was almost lying next to me leaning back on one elbow and with his other hand massaging the cheeks of my bum, up and down the crack and round almost as far as my balls. Unconsciously I lifted myself up a little to allow him closer and at the same time I put my hand around his balls, marvelling at their smooth feel and amazing myself with how much I was enjoying this.
"Turn on your side. I want to see what's hidden under there" he said.
I didn't need asking twice, and my cock was itching to be free. I turned my body towards him and he moved himself further down the mattress so that his face was only inches from my now fully erect pole.
"Now that looks tasty,' said Bob making it pretty clear what was going to happen next and causing a few small drops of pre-cum to appear at the head. Bob stuck his tongue out and slowly ... oh so slowly ... moved towards my throbbing cock. Very delicately he started licking all around the head stopping only to relish the taste of my pre-cum. I was staring down at him as if I had been transformed to a different planet. This couldn't be happening to me.
He gently wrapped his lips around the tip, and used his tongue to probe my pee hole. The sensation was almost unbearable and I felt my balls and thighs quivering. He gradually moved his head down the shaft licking, sucking and even nibbling with his teeth.
Bob's cock was now almost touching my lips and I found myself tentatively giving him the same treatment. I licked around it's head and intuitively rubbed my tongue back and forth on the sensitive skin below his pee-hole. I don't know what I was expecting but I don't think I was ready for the discovery that cock tastes so good.
I should have gone further but just had to pull away to see how he was working on my manhood as he increased the intensity of his sucking. Maybe it was selfish of me but I abandoned myself to enjoy this new pleasure with little thought what I could do for him in return.
I wanted this sensation to last forever but at this rate I wasn't going to hold back much longer and the best was yet to cum!
So engrossed were we that we were totally unaware that we were not alone!
Suzie and Kim had decided it was too hot for shopping and, having bought a pair of skimpy bikinis each, had come back early. They had gone straight up to Suzie's room to change into their new bikinis and both stripped to the buff.
The room overlooked the pool and Suzie had gone to the balcony while putting on her bikini bottom. It must have been quite early in Bob and my sex adventure but what she saw, stopped her in her tracks and she told me later she had to restrain herself squealing with amazement. She whispered to Kim to join her quickly.
Kim, not yet in her bikini and also naked, came up behind Suzie and looked over her shoulder, her bare breasts brushing Suzie's back. She, too, had to stop herself shouting aloud and instead it was she who hurriedly whispered to Suzie to get the camcorder.
Giggling to herself she grabbed the camera on its tripod and crept onto the balcony to set it up, focussing carefully on the action happening below. Then she crept back into the shadows to watch the show with Kim once again watching over her shoulder.
"This is one hell of a turn on," whispered Kim.
"Who'd have thought that Bob bent both ways?" Suzie laughed.
As things hotted up by the pool Kim put her arms around Suzie with a hand on each breast, and she moved in closer so that her shaved mound was rubbing up against Suzie's bare arse.
While Bob and I were engrossed in sex down below, it turns out that the girls were determined not to be left out of the fun!
Suzie put an arm behind her and, almost without thinking, began rubbing around Kim's sex, and Kim responded by dropping a hand onto Suzie's shaved mound, gently rubbing her palm around Suzie's clit and giving it a gentle pull between two fingers.
Suzie spread Kim's labia apart and slowly inserted a finger into the hole which was now dripping with desire. These girls were no strangers to each other's bodies and knew exactly what they both wanted.
Suddenly Suzie broke off and turned round to give Kim a long, lingering kiss full on the mouth, their tongues flicking together as their sexes rubbed together, clit-to-clit. Suzie moved her lips to Kim's neck nibbling and teasing her ear-lobe, then moved down to her breasts rolling her tongue round each nipple, gripping and pulling them with her lips. Kim's growing feeling of excitement was apparently made even greater by being able to see what we were up to at the poolside while Suzie was playing so deliciously with her body.
Suzie dropped to the floor, kneeling with her face close to Kim's shaven mound and her hands went round Kim's waist to fondle her bum cheeks, running fingers up and down her crack and toying with her bum-hole. Suzie blew a soft breath on to those labia lips and leant forward to tease her clitoris with her tongue.
Kim was close to exploding with passion and desperately wanted to moan out loud but stopped herself, knowing that they didn't want to betray their presence to the two of us by the pool.
Seconds later, she came, gushing love juice onto Suzie's face, her whole body shuddered and she sighed as loud as she dare.
"Ye-e-e-es," said Suzie, licking the juices from her lips.
"I'm cumming Bob, I'm cumming......." I groaned but he didn't pull off my throbbing cock. Instead he seemed to bury his head even deeper so that I could feel the back of his throat as the first spurt of cum shot out . I thought he would gag but he just sucked and sucked with ever-increasing intensity at the same time as his hand gripped tighter on my balls. It's as if he was milking them dry and I have never experienced such an intense feeling.
When he pulled his head slowly up the length of my shaft, using his tongue to lick, tickle and stroke it, the sensitive feeling was almost too much to bear. I let out an enormous groan and lay back with my eyes closed.
Upstairs Kim dropped to her knees to kiss Suzie and whisper in her ear
"Now it's your turn my darling,"
"Uh, uh. Let's continue this outside. I think its time we joined the boys," said Suzie. | literotica |
Title: A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being by Cimmaron
Tags: Cock, Cock Vore, Cum, Cum Inflation, Deer, Horse, Hyper, M/M, Macro, Spooge, Transformation, Wolf, vore
A Different World Chapter Two: A Reason for Being
By: Cimmaron Spirit
\*WARNING: This story is smut. Plain and simple. And with a lot of kinks and fetishes that you may or may not like, such as transformation, hyper, stretching, excessive cum, etc., etc. If you don't like it, then read something else. This story contains little, if no, plot or character development, and is designed to be the basis for an entire universe of smut stories. Thank you! \*
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Rick grunted as he drove his massive piece of horseflesh, rock hard at twenty inches, and as wide as his muscular forearm, deeper into the black furred wolf anthro. Despite having done this multiple times by now, Geuafide's ass was still tight, clamping around his cock like a vice, only lubed by the disproportionate amount of preseminal fluid that the horse's heavy orbs produced. The wolf growled lowly as he was taken again and again, his stomach having been bloated out a ways by the sheer force of the horse seed.
The aroma of the ocean air wafted through the wooden cabin on the edge of a beach, though that smell was enhanced by the musk, sweat and of sex that surrounded the two male furs mating with each other. The past few hours here in Azhilohk had been a dream come true for Rick: no worries, no concerns; just the continual pounding and slap of flesh against fur-covered-flesh, and the groans and cries of lust and passion, the feeling of warm, soft, smooth fur against his body and hands as he groped, the taste of the canine's mouth as they explored between sessions.
With nary a warning, Rick whinnied out loud, spraying yet another bountiful load deep into the canine's bowels. After the orgasmic high drained the horse of his cum, Rick collapsed onto the back of the bloated canine that murred softly at the feeling of his body stretched out.
"Alrighty, horsie boy," Geuafide grinned, craning his neck around to lick at the equines face. "I think seventeen times in a day is enough; don't you?"
Rick moaned softly, before forcing himself up to pull the softening horse length from the canine's anal passage. "Yeah, I guess," he nickered, lying on the soft bed beside the wolf. His slick penis, covered in cum, was attended to by the canine, making Rick again groan softly, and started to buck his hips upwards into Geuafide's muzzle.
"Easy there Seabiscuit!" the wolf said, pulling his maw off the already hardened cock. "You have to learn to control yourself, you know?"
The stallion groaned, and then sighed, his tail whooshing lazily under him. "Alright... but later?"
The wolf chuckled, before rustling the chestnut colored stallion's brown mane. "Well, you know you can try other things here as well," Geuafide whispered, using his claw to trace along the thick muscled chest and abs, making the stallion groan and nicker contently.
"Anyway, there is one thing you have to do, as you are a "guest" here, and not born here like I was," the wolf continued, rubbing his paw along the chest of the stallion, before dragging it along his thick, bulky thighs.
"And what is that?" groaned Rick, shivering as the sharp claw traced along his legs.
"A series of tests throughout the land, which will culminate in a challenge before the Great Lord of Azhilohk himself, the ruler of this land," Geuafide explained. "You will learn much, including the different things that are done here, as you go. You will gain power, strength, and knowledge, which will help you in the final test."
Rick looked over to the midnight dark canine with a look of puzzlement. "What if I don't?"
Geuafide shrugged. "Then you will go back to your old life, but every memory here fresh in your mind, but no chance to return. Ever."
The chestnut anthro horse looked away from the wolf, looking off to the distance, at the ocean that lapped at the shores. In the distance he could see other islands, but they were but green specks in the vast blueness, almost like the ocean could simply swallow them up if they want. Sure, his old human life had been alright, being big, strong and in tune with nature had allowed him to be. But still... what could be wrong with constant, daily fucking, even if he had to go on a quest like one of the hero's in a video game?
"Well, when do I start then?" Rick asked, raising an eyebrow. Geuafide grinned, before pulling the equine into another kiss.
"After round eighteen, buckshot," the wolf smirked, turning his ass toward the equine, raising his tail to show the tight pucker. Rick grinned, his cock already hard and leaking precum. Man, this was going to be fun.
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Rick shuffled on his hooves while he fastened the leather belt around his waist, and positioned the almost too small leather pouch in the front that cupped his genitals and held them close to his body. He licked his dry lips as he watched Geuafide handing over a large leather satchel, already heavy with food, small weapons and some gold coinage.
The stallion took the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Other than the bag and loincloth (which still left his tight, muscular ass open to the world), Rick had nothing else on him. He brushed at the pure white fur feathers on his arms nervously. Then again, whenever he went somewhere he never did before by himself, he always got this way. It was nothing new.
Geuafide stepped forward, and leaned in to kiss the stallion lightly, which Rick returned.
"Keep safe. The potions I gave you are only a small amount, but you can always get more. Be very careful, as many in this land have different ways of pleasure than a simple ass fuck. You will learn of them quickly, and possibly find yourself enjoying them," The wolf warned with a smirk, while Rick suddenly felt a bit queasy at the journey. However, he was ready, and he might as well get it over with.
"Alright, so where is the first trial?" asked the chestnut stallion.
The wolf pointed to the West. "Go in a straight line from here, and you cannot miss it." He gave a good whack to the stallion's exposed rear, making Rick jump and whiney in surprise.
"You better hurry!" Geuafide chuckled. "It's getting late, and you might not want to be in the forest at night."
Rick nodded, before at last clopping his way off to the forest, looking back to see the black wolf waving, already stroking his half-erect red canine cock. It almost made the horse turn around and get his ass drilled again, but he had more important things to do.
He focused on the task ahead as Rick continued on his quest. The minutes turned into hours, the sun continued its journey across the blue sky. All this time the stallion, followed the path which lead due west. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he continued into the forest, the light growing dimmer, blocked out by the tall trees that reminded him so much of the forest he lived next to as a human, and where he most likely would have still be in, had he not been dragged here.
Something was rustling in the bushes, making the stallion stop humming. The noise stopped, but now his ears were busy listening to the area for something. Rick sniffed the air, but only the heady scent of the trees, grass and forest, as well as his own musk, was all he smelled.
His hoof snapped a twig, making the horse pause again. The bushes to his left were still, but he thought he could see someone behind it.
Rick reached into the bag for one of the daggers he was given and quietly crept up to the bush, before jumping behind it with a loud whiney, landing on the other side...
...to see nothing. It looked like something had been here recently, though, as the grass was packed down, but whatever it was, it was gone.
The equine anthro sighed. His imagination must have been playing tricks on him. Rick chuckled a bit and looked up.
"Looking for something, pony?" the tall, muscular stag asked, with a voice that seemed a couple octaves too low. The stallion looked up in awe at the stag, easily twelve feet tall, with muscles that put most body builders to shame. On his head was a pair of antlers that would crush any other ordinary deer, but seemed to almost be a nuance to the stag.
As Rick continued to stare at the deer, pass the luxurious brown and white fur, stretching over the thick muscles, threatening to burst free at any moment, he was caught by the enormous sheathe that was positioned between the stags calves, with a sac that looked like it was holding melons instead of testes. The horse blushed at the sight, which the stag noticed.
"You see something you like?" the stag smirked, taking a step closer to the horse, and then another till his genitals were in the horses face, which, considering the stag was twice as tall as the stallion, was not hard. Rick tried to say something, but the overpowering musk of the stag assaulted his senses, making his own member strain at the tight leather pouch it was tucked into, while his mind felt like it was flooded with the smell of sex and sweat.
The tall deer grabbed hold and pushed the horses muzzle into his balls with his hand, the size of Rick's face. "Take it in, pony," he commanded in his deep voice, making the stallion shiver. "Taste it. Savor it."
The horse meekly pushed his tongue out to meet the massive balls. The taste of the sweaty, musky fur made the stallion nicker, and soon Rick's tongue was lapping at the fur.
The stag groaned, pushing the horse deeper into his furry ball sac. "Good pony. You're doing well."
Spurred on by the giant deer, Rick used his hand to massage the nut sack, or as much as he could, while sniffing and licking. The two furs moaned, until Rick felt hot flesh starting to grow on his red. He glanced up to the see the stag's cock starting to emerge in a flaccid state, already easily dwarfing his own member.
Rick continued licking the balls of the stag, who gasped in please, his knees already feeling week. Nobody had been able to do this to him before... or, not for a long time at least.
The deer fell backwards with the feeling of pleasure rushing through him, taking the smaller stallion with him. The stag tried to keep him balance, but soon impacted the ground with a mighty crash, making the ground shake.
Rick's muzzle at last free, he started to lick upwards, toward the stag's massive prick. His tongue lavished the cock, making the deer bellow in pleasure. Already pre-seed was cascading down the cock, soaking the stallion's muzzle, giving Rick a taste of what the stag had to offer. It was intoxicating; Rick needed more. His cock, large for a horse, but dwarfed by the deer's that he was playing with, pushed at the loincloth Rick wore. The stallion, without taking his mind off his play toy as big as he was, quickly used a hoofed hand to slip it off, allowing his already dripping cock out, adding yet more seed to the pool that was flooding the path through the forest.
The equine's tongue at last reached the source of the fountain, easily slipping his tongue into the deer's cum slit, making the stag shout in ecstasy. Rick tried to get his mouth over the head of the deer's cock, but it was too big, and the ever increasing amount of pre-seed was pouring out of his mouth, though he was swallowing as fast as he could. The rich, hot and salty seed seemed too much like a drug... the stallion was now hopelessly addicted to it.
And more he got. The tongue of the horse at last made the genitals of the deer explode, giving out wave after wave of cum, drenching the stallion from head to hoof. Another thick shot, and another and another washed over Rick, while he tried to drink as much as he could. The stag was withering on the ground, lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment. And the cum he received made the stallion whinny out loud, shooting his load over the stag, the first few shots of which splashed against the proud antlers, the next few shots landing on the muzzle and mouth, then the chest, of the stag, before petering out.
The stag gasped for air, his orgasm over at last, though cum still dribbled out of the titanic cock. "You... you... are skilled with that tongue, traveler," the deer panted, using his own tongue to lick at the stallions cum on his anthropomorphic face once he caught his breath.
"Th...Th...Thank you," Rick replied, tired, please and tense. "Um... what now?"
The stag looked up to the horse, and smiled softly. "I am Jerackon, and I am the overseer of this forest. It grants me great powers, so long as I protect it." In that moment as he explained himself, the stag saw something in the stallion that the horse himself could not see, like a bright light, an aura emanating from the stallion. "I see you have great powers, but don't know how to use them. In this world, beyond a small rural village that you never leave, it can spell your doom." The stag sat up, his cock at last starting to soften. "However, I can teach you some of the things you should know, which will allow you to continue your journey with some hope of surviving Azhilohk."
"Um... what do you mean?" Rick asked, lowering his defenses.
The stag looked around, and saw a dead branch, about five feet long, and as wide as Rick's muscular arm. Jerackon grabbed it, but before Rick could think, the deer cock was erect again, drooling pre-cum. The stag smirked, before shoving the log into his urethra, making the gap open to accept it, and the deer groan. Rick gasped, surprised at the suddenness, and the apparent ease that the deer sounded himself.
Although that display of a fetish that the stallion had only heard about till now startled him, what happened next confounded and freaked him out. The cock seemed to swallow the log, pulling the dead piece of wood deeper into the massive prick, making Jerackon shudder and arch his back. In moments, the hungry cock devoured the log, the imprint of the branch pressing itself along the cum tube, before at last disappearing into the massive right orb, before dissolving into nothingness.
The stallion took a step back as the cock moved of its own will, aiming itself at Rick, looking for another meal. However, Jerackon willed the cock to stop, and it simply straightened up, almost like if nothing happened, and that the stag merely got horny again.
"You see? That branch could have been you. I myself don't vore other living beings, but many others do not share this feeling, and will use a defenseless creature as a meal, be it for stomach, cock, anus or... other bodily parts." The stag grinned as he watched the nervous horse. "However, anyone can be trained to survive using their body, besides weapons and wit. The things you cannot train to do, potions and magic will allow you to, for limited periods of time."
"This world is so fucked up," Rick moaned, almost wishing he could back to his old life now. But something still drew him in to Azhilohk, whether his mind was repulsed by it or not. "Why the hell did I come here?"
"But, if you do well in this fucked up world, it will be yours for the taking, if you wish," Jerackon shrugged. "And, since you are a Guest here, you can leave... but why would you? Your one step from being nude, you can have all the sex and perversions you wish, and you are part animal. Why would you want to go back to... human?"
Rick nodded, his loins stirring again from the thought of taking Geuafide again and again and again...
"Alright," the stallion decided. "I would like to train with you, and learn all the secrets I can to fight my battles."
Jerackon grinned, heaving his frame up onto his massive hooves, then looking up at the darkening sky. "Very well. Tomorrow, we shall start. For tonight, we eat, drink and enjoy each other's company, and entertain our erotic ideas! Let's go!"
The stag lead the horse away from the spot they had met and played, deeper into the forest, toward Jerackon's home.
But, at the site they left, a mysterious, dark shadow, darker than the falling night, appeared, growing to form the shape of a bipedal creature, cloaked in a hood. The creature reached a clawed hand to the large puddle of cum, taking only the tiniest taste from the pool, before touching the claw to his tongue to savor it. The creature grinned. It was not just the normal taste of a local's seed.
No, it had a flavor that was exotic, foreign...
A true opponent. A transformed human. With great, but yet unharnessed power. The best kind.
And just as soon as the hooded shadow creature appeared to survey the area, it vanished, leaving the darkening forest to itself. | FSE |
Title: Dr. Snip Ch. 07
Tags: time travel, romance
Upon receiving the text from Alison asking for his help, Steve had jumped to the Orphanage in Thailand. Steve materialised behind the orphanage in a little used area. Alison knew his secret as apparently did a lot of the children, but he didn't want to make it too obvious to adults. Stories by children could be dismissed as fantasies, but if too many of Alison's staff began to talk about him, then it might bring danger to the Orphanage. He strode into the building looking for Alison, and found her in the main assembly hall counting her children. They were standing in neat lines, and she was calling off their names from a register.
So as not to disturb her, he took a seat at the side of the hall and just observed. Eventually she finished the Roll call, and dismissed the children back to their classes. She motioned Steve to follow her into her private rooms. When he had closed the door, she dropped the papers and her pretence of calm, and flew into his arms sobbing. When she had calmed down enough to talk, she told him that a small group of the children were missing. As part of teaching them about life, the orphanage sent groups of children on walks. Some were in the nearby country, and some were in the town. It was to give them a broader viewpoint; she didn't want them to become institutionalised.
It was during one of these trips, that a group of ten children and their teacher disappeared. 'Don't worry darling, this is almost routine for me, I will have them back with you soon,' he promised hugging her tightly. He took the details of the last time the children were seen, and after a lingering kiss vanished in front of her eyes. A few hours after her lover disappeared, she heard the sound of excited children. She ran out to see what was going on, and found herself surrounded by confused children. They were the missing ten with their teacher. They were gabbling to her about being in a museum where a scary robot had pushed them out the back door and locked them out. It had taken them all this time to walk back to the Orphanage.
As usual Steve jumped back to the last time the children were seen. Using his new- found technique of phase shifting which made him nearly invisible, he followed behind the small group as it wandered around the town. The teacher led the kids into a large museum. Steve had to wait until another group of children exiting the museum cleared the steps, before he could follow. Although he was nearly invisible, trying to walk up steps against the flow of excited kids was not recommended. By the time Steve entered the museum, he just caught a glimpse of the group walking through a door into a room dedicated to Science. He walked to the door and peeked inside, the room was empty. He quietly walked into the room and looked about carefully. It was a small museum, and didn't have the funding to exhibit much in the way of modern scientific marvels.
Steve was therefore puzzled; by the exhibit standing in the corner of the room. It looked like a robot but something about it was familiar. He stood perfectly still, becoming virtually invisible as he studied the strange exhibit. Suddenly it moved; bringing its hand up to the blank visor that served it as a face. Steve's heart almost stopped in fear, as his mind registered the chilling fact that he was in the presence of a British Storm Trooper. If Steve had been standing still before, he now froze solid, not moving not even breathing. What the fuck is going on here, he thought these things are of the 26th Century they shouldn't be here.
The Storm Trooper checked its device again, and seemed as puzzled as a blank visor can be. 'Target has not arrived at given co-ordinates,' the machine-man said apparently to itself. 'The trap should have worked, he was recorded as following the children to the museum at that precise time and co-ordinate,' replied a disembodied voice. 'Stand down and RTB.' Steve stood very still as the Storm Trooper activated a device on its wrist and vanished.
It had been a trap for him, the children were just bait. Steve sat down on a nearby chair; his legs had gone weak with fear at the sight of the Storm Trooper. One of those things had handed Angel her arse on a plate, with little or no effort on its part. He realised that had he not been Phase shifted the Trooper's detection systems would have located him, and he would have stood no chance of fighting it. They had known he would be here at this time and place, but couldn't detect him while he was out of sync with this timeline. He switched off the phase shifting aspect, of his modified QT device.
After careful thought, he jumped back to the orphanage. He was just in time to see the missing children being shepherded into the building by a happy Alison. The children had been returned unharmed, when the plan to trap him had gone pear shaped. He decided to keep clear of Alison, until he figured out what the fuck was going on. He was about to jump back to his house, when he realised that it would probably be monitored. He needed to speak to his old friend Merlin, but somewhere where they wouldn't think of looking. Whatever he did from now on, he must not leave a trail that the future enemy could follow.
Taking a chance he jumped back to the Jurassic, he appeared on Angel's sunning ledge high above a blue lake. He instantly triggered his phase shifting device and effectively vanished from the radar, or whatever the 26th Century version of it was called. He hoped that if anyone were tracking him, it would appear that he had jumped away again. The only way to test this theory; was to sit here and wait a while. If he had been tracked, someone would be here soon. After ten minutes he decided that he was safe, and turned off the device. He sat on the ledge, dangling his feet over the fifty foot drop to the water below. He had to ask Merlin's advice, but knew that as soon as he contacted the AI his enemy would be able to locate him. He would just have to be quick and to the point.
'Old Friend, this is your Friend, who is trying to trap me and why?' Steve knew the World Brain would know who was calling it as he was the only friend it had. He jumped to the top of the Sphinx at Giza in the 20th Century. Steve instantly activated the phase shifter, and vanished from sight. 'I received your message old friend,' replied Merlin via his implant. 'I have modified this signal, to be out of phase by the same degree as you are. No one else can hear us now. You have a big problem, you are being hunted by a rogue Storm Trooper, we know it is rogue because all of the British Storm Troopers are accounted for.'
'I thought that there were only Ten Storm Troopers at any one time?' 'Yes Steve, but they are not immortal; they can still die and often do. They are sent into great danger on a regular basis, and although they had almost superhuman abilities they sometimes run out of luck. The most common cause of death of a Storm Trooper is a bomb. No matter how well trained they are, an unexpected bomb can kill them. It is believed that one was very badly injured but not killed. It has been repaired and reprogrammed to suit an enemy of Britain.'
'Reprogrammed? I thought these were humans that had been enhanced similar to Angel.' 'Nothing like Angel Steve, the only human flesh on a Storm Trooper is their brains. The rest is bio-mechanical synthetic material that is almost indestructible. Even their brains are modified by pychotropic drugs and intense conditioning. They become humaniod robots for the State and will follow orders given to them by a recognised authority. It is believed that one had been repaired and convinced that it is still working for Britain, but has in fact been turned and is now working for an enemy.'
'Is it after my QT Device again?' 'I cannot conceive of any other reason you would be targeted,'replied Merlin. 'Why can't we all get along? I have nothing against anyone except child abusers. Still if they want a fight I will certainly do my best to accommodate them. Is there any way I can jump while still phase shifted?' asked Steve changing the subject.
'I must admit I didn't think so, until I managed to contact you as we are now,' replied Merlin. Yes, you can stay out of phase and jump, but the more you use it the greater the risk of not being able to synchronise with your own timeline perfectly.' 'What's the worst-case scenario?' asked Steve warily. 'You would effectively become a Ghost,' warned Merlin.
'How can I possibly fight a British Storm Trooper?' Steve asked despairingly. 'Thanks to your constant curiosity and inventiveness, you may have solved that problem yourself,' replied Merlin. Do you remember why the Storm Trooper who stole your QT grabbed it and ran when Angel attacked?' Steve said he had assumed it had achieved its mission and just left. 'Partly that, but it was also wary of Angel's Mono-filament weapons. They could do great damage to anything, including a Storm Trooper,' said Merlin. 'I'll be sure to tell her that next time we meet,' said Steve. 'It will do her confidence a world of good, to know that even a Storm Trooper treated her with respect.
'As a side effect of your phase shifting discovery,' continued Merlin. 'I have calculated that the event horizon that surrounds your body when you phase shift, has similar properties to surface tension on a sub molecular level. It is evenly spread over the entire surface of your body, and it keeps anything from this timeline from destroying you. There is one part of you however, that has such a razor edge that the event horizon at that location is forced back on itself sharply. Consequently all the destructive power of the phase field that is spread over your body is concentrated there. I am referring of course to the cutting edges of Excalibur. This effect is on the sub-molecular level, and can also be seen as a coruscating line in this universe, as the air molecules are destroyed as they collide with it.'
Steve was listening to the AI, without following more than half the words. Merlin decided that a demonstration was worth a hundred words. 'Draw Excalibur Steve' Steve reached behind him and unsheathed the deadly blade. 'Fuck me backwards Merlin, what's happened to my sword?' All along Excalibur's invisible razor edge, ran a coruscating line of red fire. Steve had seen this effect before; first on Angel's retractable nails, and then on the Mono-filament sword that Agent Red had tried to kill him with on Mars. The colour changed depending on what molecules were being destroyed. However the devastating effects of impact with that sparkling line remained unchanged.
'Remember the story of King Arthur Steve?' asked Merlin 'stick your sword into that stone block.' The top of the pyramid was without its electrum casing in this time slot, and the raw blocks of stone were exposed. Steve stood up and touching Excalibur's point to the nearest stone block, gently pushed downwards. With a frightening hiss like an angry snake, the blade sank into the stone as if it were flesh. 'Wow that is truly scary, what if I miss the scabbard when I sheath it?' said Steve worriedly. 'Run your finger along the blade's edge Steve,' said Merlin. 'Are you out of your fucking mind!' screamed Steve 'that's a fucking monofilament or as good as, it will cut my fingers off.' Trust me Steve, run your fingers along the blade gently.
There were three things that scared Steve, losing the woman he loved, a Storm Trooper, and a Monofilament blade. If really pushed; he would also admit to being scared of spiders. Nevertheless he did trust his old friend Merlin. Merlin had saved his life countless times, and Steve had to put aside his fear. Pulling the sword out of the stone, he gingerly touched the red line. To his enormous relief nothing happened. The razor sharp edge, even with its terrifying enhancement couldn't hurt his finger. He pressed harder and still was unharmed.
Steve let his breath out in a giant whoosh, he hadn't realised he had been holding it so long. 'OK clever fucking clogs, how did you know it wouldn't hurt me,' he asked. 'The effect only happens when you are phase shifted; therefore your body is covered in the same event horizon that runs along the edge of your sword. You are the only object it cannot destroy. When you are not phase shifted neither is the sword, so in fact it is more dangerous to you in normal mode than it is in monofilament mode.
'So the bottom line is that the Storm trooper will be vulnerable when I am Phase shifted' said Steve. 'Precisely' said Merlin. 'Well thank the Lord for small mercies,' said Steve cheering up a bit. 'I've just thought, if a monofilament edge can't hurt me how about a bullet?' 'When phase shifted, you are effectively invulnerable to weapons,' answered Merlin.
'What's to stop the Government phase shifting their Storm Troopers?' asked Steve. He knew from experience that if something seemed too good to be true, it usually wasn't true. 'Since that trouble we had before when part of me tried to kill you I have placed you in a separate folder,' answered Merlin. 'Only this aspect of my personality has access to it. The ability to move more than one person, and now the ability to Phase shift are locked away inside it. There is a possibility that they may arrive at the same ideas themselves, but it will be without any help from us.'
'Fair enough old friend,' said Steve ' it might be best if I used the phase shifter sparingly. I don't want to turn into a Ghost, and if they see me using it they may put two and two together and start experimenting themselves.' 'Very wise Steve,' replied Merlin.
In the blinding glare of the desert sun, a group of men stood beside a rusty oil pipeline near Ad Dammam on the Persian Gulf. The Pipeline once carried Oil from Saudi Arabia's vast Al Ghawar oil field (the world's largest) and others to the port of Ras Tanura, where half a million barrels used to be refined daily. In the 20th Century these enormous oil reserves had catapulted Saudi Arabia from an agrarian-based subsistence economy, into a wealthy nation. This was before the Israeli nuclear strike; that shattered the oil-bearing strata, and ruined the Oil fields.
These were rich and powerful Arabs who had a justifiable hatred for Britain. Despite Britain's best efforts, no secret could be kept indefinitely. There had been too many people involved in the project to send a Portal back in time to before the Arabs even knew what Oil was, and basically steal it out from under them. This stolen Oil was the cornerstone of Britain's wealth in the 26th Century, and these men knew it had been stolen from them. The rest of the world was recovering from the curtailment of the Oil supply, but it was a slow process. Britain was decades ahead of the rest of the world due to the stolen Oil.
These men had declared a Jihad against Britain, and by using their wealth and power had managed to acquire a QT device of their own. It had been a Herculean task, and had cost them millions of Pounds and not a few lives. They had been planning this for years and realised that at the first sign of rebellion against Britain, they would be the target of British Storm Troopers.
After a painstaking series of suicide missions, one of their suicide bombers had eventually managed to severely damage a Storm Trooper. It was made to look as if the Storm Trooper had been vaporised in the explosion. Its damaged body had been taken to their laboratory hidden in the desert near Al Hufuf.
This was a walled city and trade centre situated in eastern Saudi Arabia, in the country's largest oasis. Originally called Al-Hasa, the city was the headquarters of the 10th-century Qarmathian terrorist movement, which seemed a good omen to this group of 26th Century terrorists.
Their technicians had managed to repair the material damage to the Storm Troopers body. However its brain had lost a lot of its innate intelligence; and it had barely enough cognitive capability to follow simple orders. These men knew about Steve from historical records, and were determined to acquire his QT device.
They weren't constrained by BTO laws; they just wanted him dead. He was just a primitive Briton after all; he would be no match for even a damaged Storm Trooper. The Storm Trooper had accepted that they were its master, and obeyed their orders to the letter.
The group called themselves "The Sword of Allah", and were determined to regain access to the oil for Saudi Arabia. In the process, they were going to use their Storm Trooper to kill as many of the British Government as they could. While the British, were shaken by the deaths of their most powerful and influential Aristocrats. The 'Sword of Allah" would strike at the very head of the Government.
They would kidnap the King of Britain himself, and hold him to ransom for their fair share of the oil. This plan would work, as a State based on Genetic Purity and Eugenics, the Royal Family was the genetic pinnacle of the British genome. One of the more enjoyable duties of the British King, was to impregnate as many British women as he could.
Such was the demand for his seed that when he wasn't actually having sex with a favoured woman, he was donating seed to the many IVF clinics. This ensured that the Royal seed was well distributed amongst the British bloodline. Only the Aristocracy was honoured by actual physical sex by the king, but any British woman could petition to be impregnated by his sperm.
The plan was to have the Storm Trooper materialise next to the King. It would then attach a pre-programmed QT to him, and both jump out to Saudi Arabia. Only a Storm Trooper could do this, as the King had his own Storm Trooper as a personal bodyguard. With double boost capability, it could stop any assassination or kidnap attempt by a human. The rogue Storm Trooper also had double boost, so it could use the element of surprise to achieve its mission.
However to do this they would need a second QT device; as everyone knew it took one device to transport one person. Which was where Steve became involved; his was still judged the easiest device to steal. It was obvious that the historical records were flawed, as Steve hadn't followed the children into the museum as planned. However that was all they had to work with, so they sent their Storm Trooper to the next window of opportunity.
By the 26th Century, it was known that Steve had been Dr. Snip the Vigilante. His exploits were well documented by the newspapers of the day, and the Storm Trooper was sent to a documented time slot where Dr. Snip had definitely been. Dr. Snip was only one man even with his powers; he just couldn't be everywhere and save everybody. Therefore he tended to concentrate on child related crimes, leaving the rest to the police.
Merlin's 26th century computer flagged all child related crimes, and for a change also flagged the rape murder of a young female on a university campus. The girl was eighteen years old and normally wouldn't be classed as a child. The reason this crime was brought to Snip's attention; was that the girl was one of the children he had saved when young. Her name was Mary, and he had rescued her from a pervert called Vince when she was just a child.
'Well I'll be fucked; the cheeky fucker dares to kill my little Mary? I'll cut him to pieces' snarled Snip as he read the police reports of the incident. Usually he approached his rescue missions with a degree of cool professionalism, but this case infuriated him. Once the case had caught his attention, he discovered that there had been three previous rapes in the area and the police still hadn't a clue who the culprit was. It was a good bet that the person who killed Mary was the same man. He recorded all the details on his implant so he wouldn't forget them, and jumped to the location of the attack.
It was nighttime, and the campus of the university was deserted. It was drizzling with rain, and a cold wind was causing the wet trees branches to sigh dolefully. Mary was walking quickly back to the student accommodation, she had been asked to cover for a friend working at the Universities Bar. The party had dragged on into the small hours, and she was anxious to get into the warm and go to bed. She was a tough young girl, and it took a lot to spook her. However tonight she felt creepy and jumped at every sound, from the rustling of the trees to the snapping of dead branches as the cold wind blew them along the wet footpath.
She wasn't a stupid girl, she would always shout at the silly woman in the horror films, who would insist on walking down into the cellar when the light wasn't working. She was well aware that there was a rapist about in the area, but hoped that the cold wet weather would discourage him from being out on such a miserable night. Her hopes were not to be realised as this particular rapist was feeling the urges very strongly, and had been in the bar watching Mary as she served the drinks. He had admired her lovely big breasts, barely constrained by her tee shirt bearing the University logo. She had lovely long legs, and he couldn't wait to force them open and discover her secret places.
The police records were vague as to the actual spot where the attack first took place, as the body had been dragged quite some way into the bushes. Steve decided it was worth using the phase shifter to follow her closely. Mary kept hearing twigs snap behind her, but every time she spun around she could see nothing threatening. It was on one of these occasions that as she spun round to see if anyone was creeping up behind her, an arm was put around her neck and she was pulled off the path into the bushes.
Mary tried to scream but the arm was crushing her throat, and all that emerged were choked grunts. She thought she was seeing things, when the night seemed to take shape in front of her eyes. The rain that had started to lash down; was running off a human shaped piece of darkness. This apparition was leaping towards her and she heard a pain filled cry, as the arm around her throat released its crushing grip and she fell forward onto the wet pavement.
She saw the rain-shape grab hold of her attacker, and hurl him into a nearby tree trunk. The man hit the wood with a snapping sound, as his collarbone fractured under the impact. Mary was still gasping for breath, when to her amazement the rain shape suddenly turned into a big man in a black coat. He turned to her and asked 'Are you all right Mary? Don't worry he won't hurt you, I promise.'
Steve picked her up from the wet ground, and jumped her into her room in the accommodation block. Mary assumed she had passed out for a moment, because that was the only explanation as to how she came to be here so fast. 'Wait here dear, I will just see to the rapist and I'll be back to check on you.' He used his fingers to close her eyes, and when she opened then he had vanished. Mary sat down on the bed, she was shaking with fear but something else was trying to surface in her mind. It was the memory of a big man in a black coat, a mysterious man who had rescued her when she was small. She was sure this was the same man.
Dr. Snip was in a very bad mood, seeing Mary again had reminded him of his total hated of child molesters. This rage was going to be directed at this stupid bastard, who dared to attack a girl that Snip felt responsible for. He was back to the rapist ten seconds after he jumped out. The man had just painfully clambered to his feet, and was trying to run away.
'Let's see how fast you run without any fucking legs' snarled Snip as he phase shifted, and drew Excalibur in one smooth movement. There was a loud hissing crackling sound like bacon frying, as the lashing rain impacted on the coruscating red line that danced along Excalibur's blade. The rain was annihilated; by the sub atomic forces that were in play on its razor sharp edges. Snip swept the burning blade in a horizontal fiery arc that passed through the rapist's thighs without effort. The intense molecular energy cauterised the man's flesh, as it severed both his legs.
The rapist's body hit the ground hard, for a second he didn't understand why he had fallen until he saw his legs lying separately a few feet away on the wet pavement. Before he could draw breath to scream he was roughly pushed onto his back. He looked up to see the terrifying invisible shape outlined by the pouring rain lift a burning sword, and gently brush it against his arms. With a hissing sound his arms were severed, and fell limply to the ground to join his legs.
'You have fucked me off so badly that I'm not going to kill you, you stupid Cunt, explained Snip; to the shocked man who was trying to believe that this was just a Nightmare. He was partly right, this was a Nightmare. Dr. Snip was every pervert's Nightmare, and he had ensured that this pervert wouldn't be a problem in the future.
Snip switched off the phase shifter and stood in the rain. He gave the man the news that his punishment was at the hands of Dr. Snip, and to confess to the police every thing that he had done to this point. 'If I hear that you lie to them, I will return and cut off your balls and blind you,' threatened Snip in a cold dead voice. This frightened the mutilated man far more than the rage filled voice that he had heard previously. He knew that Dr. Snip meant every word of this threat, and decided to comply to save what little life he had left. His mad brain although thoroughly cowed, still hoped that something bad would happen to this psychopathic vigilante.
He looked in wonder, as his prayer seemed to come true. One second Snip was standing over him, and then he had been smashed sideways, as a large black shape leapt out of the concealing bushes and hurled him into the open grass of the park. Steve had an automatic bullet-dodging programme that protected him from unexpected bullets. His QT could detect the missiles approaching his body, and jump him out of their path without notifying him. However this function only worked on high-speed objects, otherwise every time someone patted him on the back it would jump him sidewards. Not of course that anyone ever patted him on the back.
Consequently although the Storm Trooper hit him hard and fast, it wasn't fast enough to trigger his automatic dodging programme. Although it was Steve who was slammed sideways, it was Dr.Snip who rolled with the blow and regained his feet to face the attacker. The Storm trooper had jumped from ambush, and used his battle knife to skewer his target. The 26th Century Kevlar coat that was Snip's favourite apparel had done its job. It had deflected the razor sharp point of the knife, preventing it from entering his body. The Storm Trooper had expected the mission to be over in one strike, and it took a few seconds to realise that Snip was still standing. Steve knew he had no chance against this Killing machine, unless he Phase shifted.
He Phased just as the trooper blurred into boost, and hurled itself across the intervening space between them. Its biomechanical hands closed around Snip's throat, and tried to squeeze the life out of him. The phase field negated the crushing pressure, and Snip slammed his fist into the chest of the trooper sending it stumbling back a few paces. Fast as lightning the trooper drew its sidearm and fired, the 26th century projectile had the destructive power of a small grenade. It was deflected by the phase field and ricocheted into the trunk of an oak tree, exploding it into burning splinters.
This gave Snip time to draw Excalibur, and the Storm trooper already confused by its targets defences, took a step back as it recognised the distinctive blaze of a Monofilament weapon. This was not on its mission briefing, it fell back on standing orders that told it to retreat in the face of overwhelming odds. It decided to jump out, rearm, and return to the next window of opportunity.
Steve couldn't believe his luck when he saw the Storm Trooper jump out. He staggered away towards the accommodation block, nursing his side where the blade had tried to skewer him. His coat had stopped the blade penetrating, but the almost superhuman strength of the trooper had still caused extensive bruising to his ribs. Plus his entire side where the Trooper had slammed into him was a source of dibilitating pain. After a hundred yards of painful limping, he remembered to switch off the phase shifter. Immediately the pouring rain soaked him, as the phase field no longer thwarted it. He was concussed so didn't think to jump to her room.
Mary heard a quiet knock on her door and leapt to open it. She was shocked at the appearance of her Hero. His face was pale with pain and he was soaking wet, he looked exhausted and she led him over to her bed and forced him to lie down on it. The adrenalin rush that had allowed him to keep moving and fighting his most feared opponent had left him, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and rest for a second.
Somehow he felt safe here with Mary, and he dimly felt her undoing the fastenings of his greatcoat before he slipped into uncociousness. 'Please don't be dead' she cried as he relaxed totally. She lowered her face to his mouth and felt his breath on her cheek, 'Don't you dare fucking die on me, I have lots of questions for you Mr. Mysterious,' she muttered as she divested him of the wet greatcoat and a fucking big sword. 'What the fuck are you, some sort of Knight? or what,' she asked his comatose body as she checked him for wounds. Pulling his shirt up, she saw a massive purple bruise spread over his lower ribs. There was no bleeding so she decided to just rub some ointment on it, to ease the pain that it must cause. There was also a big bruise on his left shoulder that ran down his side where the Storm Trooper had first struck him like a Train. She took his shirt right off, so she could rub cream on that as well.
Lying there naked from the waist up, he looked just like any other guy that she had seen in similar circumstances. She had no idea how he had been able to save her from the rapist, nor did she know of the attack by the Storm Trooper. She could only think he had received these injuries from the rapist, when he went back to sort him out. 'You poor man, did that bastard do this to you? She asked smoothing his wet hair from his forehead. He had a normal looking face; nothing special, he was just a tall dark haired man. She noticed that his body was well muscled, it reminded her of a soldier lover she once had; he had the same type of body.
Her lover hadn't been so hairy as this man; his chest was covered in dark hair. She found herself running her fingers through it, as she stared at the man that she was sure had now saved her twice. Did she have a Guardian Angel? No, this was a flesh and blood man, not some supernatural being. Besides she found herself attracted to him, and was sure that Angels were not allowed to be so fucking sexy when they were asleep. 'A girl's Knight deserves a kiss when he rescues her' she murmured, and leaning over him kissed him slowly on his mouth.
Swimming up from unconsciousness Steve thought he was in bed with Angel, and his arms closed around her as he returned the kiss. Mary had stripped off her wet clothes, and thrown on a dry dressing gown before he had returned. His hand slid up her naked leg, until it cupped her bottom and squeezed gently. 'Oh God Angel, you're so soft and warm' he whispered, as she felt his manhood swell between their bodies. He called me his Angel, she thought pleased at the endearment. Her body reacted to the sheer masculine signals she was receiving, and she groaned as she became hot and wet. To relieve the aching in her groin, she rubbed herself over him grinding her hips against his. 'Fuck this,' she said to his awakening body, ' I need this as much as you do.'
She slid her hand between them, and released his swollen member from the confines of his pants. As it sprang erect she positioned herself over him, and lowered herself down. Mary gasped, as she felt herself being filled by his massive erection. He groaned and hugged her to him, nuzzling her large breasts until he was sucking on her nipple. 'Shhhh lay still Mr. Mysterious,' whispered Mary, ' let your little Angel do all the work, you just relax and enjoy.' She ground her pubes against him, as she made gentle love to her Hero and rescuer.
She had never felt so in charge whilst making love to a man before, and his acceptance of her dominance really turned her on. Soon she was bouncing wildly on his shaft until she felt the familiar stirrings of her orgasm approaching. 'Thank you Mr. Mysterious,' she panted as she orgasmed over his balls soaking them with her hot juices, and finally collapsing onto his muscled chest her body limp and sweaty from her efforts. 'You're a sexy fucker Angel,' murmured Steve as he felt the familiar wetness soaking his groin. He pulled her head down and kissed her passionately on her mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled at.... 'What the fuck! You're not Angel, you're Mary, what are you doing?' He exclaimed, very aware that he was still buried deeply inside her. 'That's not very nice, you called me Angel a minute ago, my sexy Mr. Mysterious' replied Mary, clenching her vaginal muscles on his shaft. Steve went red as he realised his mistake, and began to apologise to Mary. 'Shhhh, shut the fuck up Mr. Mysterious, I am not moving until you tell me who you are, and why you have saved me twice,' she stated grinding her pubes against his. Although Mary had orgasmed Steve hadn't, and his shaft was quite happy to stay where it was while his brain tried to form a coherent thought. 'Mary, dear girl please,' he whispered blushing furiously. 'Please what Mystery man? Please fuck me again perhaps?' she said mischievously. 'You have three seconds to tell me your name, or I fuck you,' she threatened seriously.
'Steve, my name is Steve' he gabbled, 'how can you remember me after so long?' 'Oh I don't know Steve; perhaps being kidnapped and almost raped by a pervert when I was twelve, had something to do with it sticking in my mind. Then of course there was my rescue by a big man in a black coat, perhaps that helped the incident stick in my mind. Then of course the aftermath when it was realised it was the infamous Dr. Snip who had rescued me, and castrated the pervert. I think you will agree, that it would be very hard for me not to remember you my darling Hero,' she said kissing him lovingly on his mouth.
She could feel him swelling inside her, and began to rotate her hips and gently bounce on him again. 'Fuck me, Mary ..........,' he began to protest. She closed his mouth with hers and increased the tempo of her lovemaking until he was groaning in lust. She felt him grab her breasts as he orgasmed deep within her, bucking and convulsing as he pumped his seed into her womb. 'Wow, that was like riding a bucking bronco.' She gasped admiringly as she lay limp on top of him, her heart pounding from her efforts. She could feel him shrinking inside her, until she lifted herself off him and tucked him back into his pants. Wrapping her dressing gown around her, she sat on the side of the bed and continued to question him. 'First of all, thank you for saving me just now, and also for saving me when I was young,' she said formally. 'You are very welcome Mary,' he replied sitting up carefully as his bruises reminded him of the Storm Trooper.
'What happened to the rapist?' she suddenly asked. 'Er I made sure that he wouldn't rape anybody again,' he said avoiding a detailed answer. 'Did you cut his balls off?' she asked with the ghoulish interest of the young. 'No I didn't,' he answered truthfully. 'Pity, perhaps you're getting softer in your old age' she said smiling at him. 'I don't think he would agree with you on that.' replied Steve softly. 'Did he cause all that damage?' she asked pointing at his bruises. 'No dear, that was something else entirely, any chance of a cup of tea?' he asked to change the subject. She smiled at him, and bounced into the small kitchen to make her hero his tea.
Steve seriously considered jumping out right away; he had no business involving Mary in his life. Why the fuck hadn't he jumped away earlier? He realised that the reason he had checked on Mary, was because he felt so protective of her. He couldn't leave until he was sure she was out of danger. Not from the rapist, he was now no more dangerous than a bookend, but from the Storm Trooper. What the fuck was he going to tell Alison and Angel, his lovers? Well he wasn't worried about Angel she wouldn't give a fuck, in fact she would be pleased he had fucked another woman. Angel had a 26th Century mindset that didn't consider sex as a big thing. Alison on the other hand was a 20th Century woman, and wouldn't look kindly on him fucking a young girl. Although to be fair she had actually fucked him, not that it would make the slightest difference if Alison decided to be bloody minded about this.
Mary returned with the tea and they both sat quietly as they sipped it. 'I'm not going to see you again am I?' she said sadly. 'I honestly can't say Mary dear. As you only see me when your life is in danger, it may be best if you never see me again,' he replied truthfully. 'Who are you Dr. Snip and why do you do what you do?' she asked looking at him as if to memorise every detail. 'I am just a man who has been given the power to do something about certain events. I am really sorry that I have had to intervene twice in your short life. I am very proud of how you have turned out. You are a beautiful and intelligent young woman, I will do my best to keep an eye on you,' he said kissing her gently on her mouth. 'You are a lovely man Steve,' she said kissing him back. 'When you hear about the rapist you may change your opinion, but please remember that I know he was going to kill you after he raped you. I can't tell you how I know, but I do, that is why I treated him so harshly,' he said looking into her eyes. 'Close your eyes Mary,' he asked. As she closed her eyes, she felt a slight breeze and he was gone. 'Thank you Dr, Snip' she whispered.
Steve was worried; it was bad enough fighting his own brand of criminals. He now had to look over his shoulder for another attack by the Storm Trooper. He also realised that the trooper had thought he had a monofilament blade. It was a reasonable assumption that when it returned, it too would be armed with that deadliest of weapons. Rather than wait he decided to draw it out by arranging a press conference for the next day. He contacted his friend Jack the reporter, and told him to publish the fact that he would be holding a briefing on top of a disused Gas tank at Canvey Island. He had something important to say and wanted the press to report it.
'If that doesn't draw it out then I don't know what will' he muttered to himself. That done he had a thought and sent out a call for Merlin. 'Hello Steve old friend' said the old wizard; as it appeared to be sitting on one of his chairs in his kitchen. 'Hello Merlin, I have had a thought, the rogue trooper is using a QT a stolen one I assume, can you still track it when it is used?' 'Yes Steve.' 'Do you know where it comes from?' 'Yes Steve.' 'Well where is its base?' 'Saudi Arabia.' 'Why the fuck didn't you tell me this?' 'You didn't fucking ask,' replied the old wizard logically.
Steve tended to forget that he was dealing with the World Brain, when he spoke to Merlin. The image of an old wizard, was only Steve's brain trying to make sense of the transmission from his implant.
He understood that if Merlin were to tell him things he hadn't asked about, he would be constantly inundated with data. He took a deep breath and smiled at the simulacrum of the wizard. 'Sorry old friend, stupid of me, but why would Saudi Arabia want to kill me?' Merlin reiterated the story of Britain's raid on the Oil fields of Saudi Arabia, Steve soon realised that they had a very good reason for revenge. 'But why attack me? Why not attack the aristocracy?' 'They have been attacking it; six high-ranking members have been assassinated this week alone. It must be the rogue Storm Trooper that is killing them, as it is the only one who can cut through their security with such ease.'
'Doe's the Government know about this?' asked Steve. 'No Steve, like you they haven't asked me the question yet.' 'Well I must admit a certain sympathy for the Arabs, but as they are trying to kill me and have already killed defenceless Britons, I say fuck them and the horse they rode in on. When I kill the Storm Trooper they will have to go back under their rock and start all over again,' said Steve firmly.
Canvey Island was a main storage area for Oil and Gas, there were lots of Tanks scattered around the Island. Steve had chosen one of a pair that was situated well away from the main cluster. He had called the press conference for no other reason, than to tempt the Storm Trooper into attacking him. However on the agreed time, the Press were waiting at the bottom of the massive tank for his appearance. He materialised out of sight between two big vent pipes, so they believed he had been hiding on top of the tank before they assembled beneath.
'They are saying you are a psychopath Dr. Snip. Why did you mutilate that rapist so horribly?' yelled a reporter when he saw Steve wearing his customary executioners hood, standing on the edge of the tank looking down at them. 'He was going to kill the girl, I know this, that's why I punished him so severely.' From the ground, the reporters could only see Steve if he stood right on the edge of the tank. Consequently they didn't see the Storm Trooper materialise behind Steve and leap towards him.
Steve had been waiting for this, and jumped via his QT to the other Gas Tank half a mile away from this one. The Storm Trooper followed instantly, and as it materialised it drew a monofilament sword and charged at Double boost. Dr. Snip phase shifted and drew Excalibur, setting himself to meet the charge. If he hadn't been phase shifted he would have been killed in the first attack. The Storm Trooper was just a blur, as its weapon sliced towards Snip's head too fast to parry. As the monofilament blade hit Snip it flared into incandescence, and bounced off his body leaving it unharmed. Five times the trooper attacked, each time scoring a hit but causing no damage. Eventually as Snip expected, the trooper had to drop out of Boost.
Boost was usually used for seconds only, as it severely depleted the users energy. Snip could only hope that Double boost weakened the user even more. At last he could see his enemy clearly, it was the same type of monster that had stolen his QT before, and he had a score to settle with these Storm Troopers. Snip attacked fast and low, sweeping his sword towards the trooper's legs. His strike was parried by the trooper's blazing blade; and the swords seemed to scream in frustration as they ground their flaming edges against one another.
Snip had an advantage, that he couldn't be hurt by the trooper's blade when it slipped through his guard and scored a hitas it seemed to do easily. However the trooper was a trained professional soldier enhanced to the limit, and he just couldn't get past its guard to strike a telling blow. 'Fuck this for a game of soldiers,' swore Snip. He had been hoping to avoid his next course of action, but couldn't risk allowing the Trooper to escape. 'I love you Alison' he murmured, before stepping back from the Storm Trooper, and kneeling down on the steel lid of the massive Gas Tank. For a second the Trooper thought Dr, Snip was surrendering and stood undecided. It watched as Snip raised Excalibur into the air, its blazing blade lighting up the darkening sky. As it saw Snip slam his sword through the steel top of the Gas tank, it realised his intent and began to jump out. As its fingers hit the appropriate button on its QT device, the flaming sword of Dr. Snip sliced through the steel lid, and plunged into the Gas and Air mixture inside the Tank.
The world exploded in a cataclysmic Fireball; that completely destroyed the Gas Tank and everything within 100 yards of it. The Fireball reached up into the sky, lighting up the area around for miles, the temperature inside the fireball was enough to melt the steel Tank. Steve found himself falling down through the blazing gases, and was sure that he had managed to destroy the Storm Trooper before it jumped out. He was unharmed, protected as he was by the Phase shifter. He had hoped this would be the case but wasn't certain. Before he hit the ground he jumped out, and reappeared between the vent pipes on the original Gas Tank.
Looking down at the group of reporters below, he saw that they had lost all interest in him. Their cameras were trained on the Fireball that had once been a Gas Tank. His friend Jack did look up and saw him standing there. 'Did you do that?' he shouted pointing at the Fireball. 'Hey, what am I, a Magician? you'll be blaming me for Global Warming next,' Steve shouted back smiling at his friend. He stepped back out of sight and jumped to his kitchen, he deemed it safe now.
"The Sword of Allah" was very displeased with their Storm Trooper. It had materialised back at their base as planned, but it was in a terrible state. Had it been human it would already be dead, with ninety percent of its body charred by the intense heat of the fireball. The technicians estimated it would be at least a year, before it was capable of being used again.
Steve sat quietly and sipped his tea; he was in a very thoughtful mood. He realised now that he loved Alison more than he loved Angel, and that made him very sad. It was Alison he had thought of when he risked death on the Gas tank. He could only put it down to the fact that he knew Angel would survive in the world without him, but he felt that Alison needed him more. He smartened himself up, and jumped to Alison's Orphanage. She was not there, one of the children told him that Missy Doctor had gone for a ride on her horse Peggy. Steve knew roughly where she might be and jumped to the location.
He arrived on a grassy knoll and looking around saw her riding towards him. She was wearing a white blouse and jodhpurs, and looked very sexy in her shiny black riding boots. He watched in admiration and mounting lust, as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of her horses gait.
'Just the man,' she cried as she slipped off the saddle and embraced him. 'I need to try out my new plumbing, and guess who I want to be the first to assist me,' she said smiling up at him. Tying Peggy's reins to a nearby bush, she dragged him into the shelter of a small tree. He smiled at her enthusiasm, as she stripped her clothes off and flung herself at him in lustful urgency.
'Fuck me Steve darling, fill me with your seed, I want every drop you have in those big balls of yours,' she ordered fondling him to rigid attention. All thoughts of Angel and Mary left his mind, as he entered her hot body and fulfilled her wishes. After the screams of her orgasm had stopped echoing around the hills, he lay beside her, just holding her to him.
Life was all about children, without them the human race would cease to exist in a single century. They were all any human could leave to prove that they had ever existed. After all this time trying to protect them, he was now actually trying to create one of his own. He looked down at Alison and hugged her tightly, 'I love you Alison Fairweather,' he said quietly.
Suddenly his peace was shattered by a Scream transmitted via his implant. It was Angel and she was screaming for him to come to her. 'Sorry darling got to go,' he explained to Alison, and getting the co-ordinates from his implant jumped to Angel's location. As he had guessed, he arrived at Angel's sunning ledge in the Jurassic. He was stunned to see his favourite Amazon warrior princess, distraught and actually crying.
Her face was buried in her hands, so she hadn't seen him arrive on the ledge. Her almost invincible body was racked with deep choking sobs, as she rocked back and forth in her misery. 'Angel, it's me what the fuck is the matter,' he said moving towards her. She took her hands away from her face and looked up at him, her eyes were red from crying and she leapt up and threw herself into his arms.
'Oh Steve please help me, my mother has been murdered, and I don't know what to do,' she sobbed into his chest. Steve was at a loss, so called upon Merlin to fill him in on this situation. How did Angel's mother die? He asked via his implant. I thought I had already told you Steve old friend, the Storm Trooper killed six Aristocrats and Angel's mother was one of them. Her name was Lady Gloria Black and she was a handmaiden to the King.
Oh fuck; he thought, I had forgotten about them. He held Angel until she calmed down enough to tell him more or less what he had learned from Merlin. 'What can I say Angel my love; I have already avenged your mother. The rogue Storm Trooper is dead, I killed it just a few hours ago.'
Angel wiped her eyes and looked at him steadily. 'I don't want my Mother avenged Steve; I want her saved. I want her saved just as you have saved countless children so far. I need you to rescue her for me, please Steve I beg you please do this for me.' Steve was caught flat footed by her request, she was perfectly right in what she said.
In fact he had just altered time by rescuing Mary, who had been raped and killed before he intervened. Plus he would have died for Angel if he had to, so her request wasn't that much of a problem for his conscience. It was just that this was so close to home; that he couldn't think clearly about it just yet.
'Give me a minute to get my head around this darling, if I can save your Mother I promise I will,' he said hugging her to him. 'Forgive me if I am puzzled by your grief Angel, but I had the impression that you weren't that close to your Mother,' he asked as tactfully as he could.
'What can I say Steve; she is a vain power hungry social climbing Bitch, who would fuck anything to get what she wants. She leads my father a merry dance, and treats me with utter contempt. At the moment she is .....was a handmaiden to the King, which basically means that she gets to fuck him on a regular basis. Despite all that, I love her madly and I should have been there to protect her.'
Once again Steve was forced to realise that Angel was to all intents and purposes a complete alien, as far as emotions were concerned. Anyway as far as he was concerned Gloria was her mum, and he would rescue her from the Storm Trooper that he had already killed. This situation reminded him of the fact, that someone who was already dead in the 20th Century had nearly killed him on Mars in the 26th Century; The Time Agent "Red" from whom he had acquired his QT device.
'I will need all the information concerning the manner and time of her death, I will then jump back and try to save her,' he said to Angel. 'Thank you Steve, I would try and do this myself but although I wasn't conditioned not to alter time, I haven't had your experience of actually doing it. I promise I will fuck you senseless when you rescue her, that is of course unless Mother fucks you senseless first.'
'Do you have a picture of your Mother?' he asked. Angel sent his implant a recent hologram of her mother taken on holiday. Steve could see that regardless of how old she was in actual years, Gloria Black looked like a young twenty-year-old glamour model. Like Angel she only had hair on her head, it was a rich auburn colour almost a deep red. Steve could tell she had no other hair on her beautiful large breasted slender body, because the hologram depicted her naked. 'Fuck me Angel, don't you have any shame? Showing me a picture of your mother naked,' he scolded.
Angel just shrugged making her own large breasts bounce charmingly. 'For fucks sake Steve, she is so rarely dressed it is something of a scandal in the royal circles. Knowing what you do of our almost complete lack of sexual morals, it should tell you a lot about my mother that she shocks even us.' 'Well I can certainly see where you got your beautiful breasts from' he murmured looking at the hologram again.
'Not counting you and Alison, she is the only family I have, Father has hardly seen me for years and I wonder if I would recognise him if I passed him in the street,' said Angel quietly. Steve was very touched that Angel included Alison in her family; it reinforced his love of this strange woman who had changed his life completely.
'Do you want to come with me?' he asked. 'No Steve I am far to close to this, my judgement would be compromised and I might endanger you. I will wait here and pray for your success.' 'OK lover, I'll be as quick as a wink,' he said smiling at her. He decided to jump to his kitchen for a last cup of tea before the rescue mission.
After Steve vanished Angel decided to go for a swim, and stripping naked except for her QT, dived from her ledge fifty feet to the blue lake beneath. She wasn't afraid of predators today, God help any T-Rex that fucked with her, she would skin it alive.
Steve was uncertain what to do in this situation; he knew he hadn't killed the Storm Trooper whilst possibly rescuing Gloria, because it was still alive when he fought it on the Gas Tank. So his best possible outcome could only be to stop the Storm Trooper killing her, without killing it. Also he would have to make the Trooper believe it had killed Gloria, so there was some logic in the situation. 'My head hurts,' he thought to himself,' fuck Temporal Paradoxes and the horse it rode in on.'
Dressing himself in his full Dr. Snip regalia complete with sword, Steve looked around his kitchen. He hoped he would see it again, but he knew that contrary to common sense,he could be killed by the Storm Trooper even though he had killed it first. He set the QT for Angel's mother's house, and jumped into the Future.
To be Continued. | literotica |
The Monsters in Dorm 13
Crystal moaned softly as she slept, her hips making gentle bucking motions as a wonderful sexual encounter played on the screen of her subconscious. her eyelids fluttered for a moment, then opened fully as she thrust hard into her pillow, the warm gooeyness of her seed soaking it, dribbling down, coating her shaft and her balls.
She loved her new cock, and all things considering, thought it more then made up for what she had lost in the trade. Up until a week ago, Crystal had been your normal, average, run of the mill high school girl. Decent grades, an interest in athletics, particularly the girls' wrestling team, a few friends, as well as the usual bullying by cliques and abuse from one particular girl.
As jet after jet of cum gushed from her, she couldn't help but moan loudly. Shi was most certainly not a normal girl any longer, and in some circles her status as a female at all was up for debate. The doctors and nurses weren't quite sure how it happened, but over a period of several days a week prior, her pussy had begun to shrink, and her clit began to grow.
After about thirty seconds of climax, Crystal's orgasm began to fade, her cock spurting less and less, until finally there was only a trickle. Gods, did she love her cock. It was much more fun being a shemale, especially with all the dreams. Wonderful dreams, dreams where her friends and her rivals alike appeared, catering to her every sexual desire and whim.
Crystal sat up, scooping up a double handful of seed in her cupped hands, rubbing it over her belly and breasts. She loved being all gooey and sticky. She stroked her still erect shaft, coaxing a few more drips and dribbles from it, delighting in the feel of her slick length. She scooped up another handful, bringing it to her mouth, gulping it down happily.
She wasn't the only one enjoying a new appendage, all the girls in her dorm had them now, to varying reactions. Her roommate Elena didn't seem to care much one way or the other. The couple next door, Kirishia and Shrissia, Rissa for short, seemed to love theirs. Though from the playful beggings and pleadings of Rissa, and Kirisha's own demands, it seemed that the two of them had become hermaphrodites. The mismatched roommates on the other side of the common area had radically different reactions as well.
Christa, the playful catgirl, was uncomfortably proud of hers, and had taken to walking around naked. Terri, on the other hand, was repulsed and disgusted, and as a result spent more time away from the dorm then was normal even for her. Their dorm supervisor, Miss Wainright was also rather thrilled. She had been saving up to have a cock added anyway.
Crystal rather liked Miss Wainright, the older woman loved to talk about what changes she planned on getting, as well as discussing other change related things. What they would turn people into if they were evil avatars for instance. Crystal really liked those sorts of conversations. Crystal had also made good use of Miss Wainright's four breasts, the dorm supervisor was very friendly with her girls, at least those that wanted to be friendly. Unlike Terri, who took every opportunity to hang out with the 'cool' crowd and tried to boost her reputation.
The shemale wasn't too fond of Terri, she was a huge suck up to Misti Davis, one of the prettiest girls in school. And also one of the meanest. Misti took the opportunity to torment Crystal at every opportunity. It was almost like an obsession, Misti spent more time bullying Crystal then just about anything else.
Thoughts of Misti were dismissed with a snort as Crystal climbed out of bed, wrapping a towel around her waist and picking up the basket that held her shower kit. She sighed as she looked over to the small half bathroom she shared with Elena. That girl spent so much time in the shower, people joked she was amphibious. She was also a part of the swim team. The amount of time she spent in the water had lead to the nickname 'Froggy.'
As usual, Crystal was going to have to get herself ready for the day by using someone else's bathroom. With a chuckle, the shemale took a plastic fork from her shower kit, one that had all but one of the outside tines removed, and used it to pop open the simple doorknob lock, sticking her head in.
"You okay in here, Froggy?" Crystal said pleasantly. "Just checking in to check that you haven't drowned, or turned into a big pink raisin or anything."
Elena's answer was a loudly moaned ."G-get out! I'm f-fine!" followed by a pleasured howl and several large gushes of semen running down the semi-opaque shower curtain.
"Alrighty! I'll leave you and your little 'friend' alone in there. I just hope your not using my bottle of shampoo to masturbate.
"Ooooooh, I'm cumming agaaaaaaain!" Elena moaned as Crystal shut the door. The shemale grinned, Elena had gotten her sex drive increased greatly when her dick had grown in on that class trip. Investigators were still looking around for the source, though it might be a major attraction, it definitely wasn't safe to have something that caused transformations around.
Crystal hummed happily to herself as she walked out into the common area, then around the corner to the room shared by Kirisha and Rissa. The door was wide open, as usual. The two were notorious exhibitionists. Kirisha was seated at her desk. She was the writer for several popular comic series, and had made enough money to have been altered by Mammon into the real life likeness of her Kirisha Raptoress comic book character.
Kneeling on the floor, hugging her mistress' leg was Rissa. A bit of a nympho and a playful submissive, a room pairing with the naturally dominant Kirisha had lead to an almost immediate bond between mistress and pet. They had roomed together at the Caplin School for Girls since their Freshman year. Now seniors, with preferential treatment to class arrangements, the two had no morning classes at all. Which thankfully allowed them to be able to skip the mass rush of getting ready to go to class about now, and allowing Crystal to use their bathroom.
Crystal knocked on the door frame, waving at the two. The raptoress turned her head and smiled, waving her neighbor in. Rissa didn't even look up, continuing to finger herself and lick her mistress' leg. Rissa had been beautiful before, but over spring break, she had bought a demon cum treatment, altering her form to show her devotion to Kirisha. While still human in form, the girl's skin had been replaced with highly reflective purple scales, her hair becoming a shimmering shade of lilac. A long forked tongue had come with the change, which she put to good use.
"C'mon in Crystal. " Kirisha said, seemingly ignoring Rissa's licking. "Shower's all yours. Don't worry about getting the floor wet, Rissa already is. The naughty thing."
Kirisha gave her pet a playful swat on the head. "Just look at that mess. You could almost float a boat in that puddle of cum and girlgoo." the scalie said with a wide, toothsome grin.
"Yeah, but it gives the special cleaning crew something to do." Crystal replied, making a big show of stepping over the foot wide, several foot long puddle leading out from between Rissa's leg, out into the middle of the room.
"Mmm... Crystal, tell Mistress that she would have better, deeper, more wonderfully sexual ideas if Rissa were allowed to sit under Mistress' desk with Mistress' wonderful new cock in her mouth." the purple girl purred, looking up at Crystal with lustful yellow eyes.
"Crystal, please tell my pet that although it is rather fun and exploring the novelties of being a hermaphrodite, that Mistress Kirisha can't be playing with her pet all the time if she is to be writing the next few comic books that will allow said pet to be gifted with a tail."
"Mmm, Mistress... a tail. That would be wonderful. Thank you Mistress, ooooh, Mistress..." Rissa moaned, adding more fluids to the growing puddle.
Kirisha looked down at the mess, then up to Crystal. "I can see why the school has a special cleaning crew. If they didn't have the maids in here twice a day to clean and mop things up, the whole place would smell permanently of sex in no time." the reptile chuckled.
"Rissa would love that, Mistress. Everybody living in this room taking a deep breath and smelling that Mistress and Rissa had so much fun in here." the submissive purred before resuming her licking. Crystal smiled at the two as she slipped into the bathroom, turning the water on and waiting for it to heat up. She almost felt sorry scrubbing the cum from her body. But then again the school frowned upon students smelling like sex in class.
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Almost two and a half hours later, Crystal yawned, bored by her first class. Her mind was filled with all sort of strange, monstrous, but highly arousing creature designs. She was rather looking forward to the next two hour block of class. Her art class was taught by the wonderful Miss Wainright, so they would have all period to talk about such things.
The shemale loved the frightening, gruesome, monstrous forms that were forced upon unfortunate people by malevolent demons, or freak accidents with demon cum, or by malicious peers with deep grudges. Crystal's mind wandered as the teacher droned on and on about some obscure date in history in some tiny little country that Crystal had never heard of that had once been ruled by an ambitious avatar of Karma. They skipped over the really fun parts of the lesson, the Warbeast breeding programs. Crystal always wanted to hear more about that. But of course there wasn't going to be anything fun and sexual like that to be had in a school lesson.
It wasn't soon enough before the bell rang. Crystal stuffed her books into her backpack, holding it down over what would be an all too obvious erection as she made her way through the crowd of other students going in and coming out. Right as she made her way out the door, a sudden pain shot through her body, centered around her sensitive groin. A look to her left saw the sadistically smiling face of Misti Davis, and the wide, knowing grin of Crystal's dorm-mate Terri behind her.
"Excuse me." Misti said in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice, pushing through into the classroom, Terri trailing behind like a loyal dog, carrying Misti's books. Crystal leaned up against the wall, trying to force the burning pain from her body. She began thinking hateful thoughts about Terri, the bitch had gone and told Misti about what had happened on the class trip, giving the bully yet another way to torture Crystal.
The shemale hoped that some day Terri would get the punishment she deserved for making other people miserable just so she could seem 'cool.' And that went double for Misti. With a sigh, Crystal began to walk gingerly towards her next class, plotting what sort of gross, disgusting things she'd turn the two bullies into if she had the ability.
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"Did you see the look on her face?" Misti said to Terri with a chuckle, sitting down at their usual spots in the back of the classroom.
Terri smiled, "Yeah! That was great! She's in love with the damned thing. Every time I see her she's always got a hard on. She's either masturbating or thinking about masturbating. It's disgusting. It's hideous. I'm just glad mine is as small as it is. Did you see her trying to hide that monster cock behind her backpack? She doesn't realize that she's not hiding it in the least." the sycophant said, sticking her tongue out.
"She might as well tie an orange flag on the thing." Misti said with an expression of disgust. Terri giggled at the remark.
"Hmph," Misti continued, "As soon as my parents send me the money, I'm going to get mine magically removed. Something looking like it does has no place on my perfect, beautiful human body!"
"What's it look like?" Terri asked, rather curious.
Misti scowls at her friend. "Urgh! It's not something I want to talk about!" she said as the five minute bell rang.
"But if you must know it's disgustingly big. I had to go out and buy a pair of those tight shorts that keep it pressed down between your legs." the bully said, absentmindedly licking her lips.
Her eyes widen as she realized what she just said. "Dammit! I don't wanna talk about it, like how it's the size of my arm from the elbow down, animalistic, with a sheath, kinda green in color. Or how the head is shaped like a spade, it looks just like this." Misti continues, making a spade shape with her index fingers and thumbs.
"And it's about the same size as that, maybe a little bit bigger." the bully says in a pleasant tone of voice, not at all matching the wide eyed, horrified expression on her face.
"Misti, are you okay?" Terri asked, worried.
"No! I don't want to talk about my cock, how it's throbbing now, dripping with pre cum, how I want to sink it into a nice, wet cunt." Misti hisses in a strange tone of voice. "Oh Terri, help me! It... it hurts!" the bully wailed, both hand suddenly clawing at her groin.
"Miss Davis, what's all the noise back there?" asked the teacher, rather annoyed, just as the class bell rang.
"Fuck... need to fuck... need to cum... fill you up, Terri." Misti growled, barely audible.
Terri stood up, backing away. "Th-there's something wrong with Misti. She... she's..."
With a loud growl, Misti ripped her skirt and sorts away with suddenly clawed hands, her cock just as she had said, huge, thick, and bestial, tipped with a massive spade shaped head. Muscles pulsated in her legs, her body growing, the flesh swelling, becoming a brown-gray in color. Swelling breasts and a rapidly expanding, round belly ripped the front of Misti's shirt open. The transforming girl pressed up against Terri, only to be shoved away by the frightened girl.
"Everybody out!" the teacher shouted, "Get the nurse!"
Misti pounced on another student, sending the two of them sprawling into the aisle near the entrance, blocking the way. "No one goes anywhere!" Misti growled, "Not until I've fucked each and every last one of you!"
With a number of sickening pops, the bully's legs altered, becoming digigrade, but strange looking, backwards. Thick claws ripped through her shoes and socks. She massaged her powerful legs, seemingly out of proportion with the rest of her body. The brown coloration became accompanied by scales on her hips and shins, and began spreading. Her cock, already large, begin to grow larger.
Rather then muscular, her body began to take on a more bloated appearance, like she was a balloon being inflated. She thrust against the girl in her grasp, her massive cock dripping precum all over the terrified, helpless girl. Misti began to rub at her navel, a thick nub growing from it, lengthening into a second cock, more human looking.
She stroked the new length with a now webbed hand, her fingers lengthening, her arms changing in shape as well. The scales covered her lower body entirely, stopping at the waist. Her cock continued to grow, now an obscene three feet in length. The brown scaled sheath seemed to be growing as well, sliding further and further up her member, the pale green-pink coloration of her cockflesh becoming less and less.
It softened and became more mobile, swaying from side to side. Several girls screamed as they were spattered by streams of precum, frantically wiping it off themselves for fear they would begin to change as well. Misti's tongue lolled from her mouth, repulsively long, about two feet in length. It curled around the cock growing from her belly as it changed into a tapering, conical shape, like a tentacle, like those that suddenly erupted from all around her neck. The suckered appendages flailing about in the air, caressing her transforming body.
While her legs and her massively pregnant looking belly ceased swelling, her arms continued to change, their arrangement altering into a leg-like configuration with several revolting cracks. From navel to waste a fissure appeared in her belly, widening, lengthening, forming a pair of fleshy lips around a dripping, hungry slit.
The skin coloration around her breasts was changing, lightening, turning white in place. The two orbs becoming smoother, her nipples receding into the skin. A small line appeared in the flesh, then a hideous pair of reptilian eyes opened. "Oh... oh... it... it fells like I'm being torn APAAAAAAAAART!" Misti screamed in agony.
It appeared that she was experiencing just that. Her head fell away from her body, rolling onto the floor, tentacles lashing frantically about. Her torso pulled away from her legs, snarling out of a mouth that had formed where her neck had once been. It hopped towards the knot of frightened schoolgirls on hideous frog-like legs, knocking one of them down, it tore at her panties with sharp teeth.
Misti's legs were much the same. Feet covered in tattered scraps of socks and shoes rotated 180 degrees, the former pelvic region pivoting to reveal a fearsome saber-toothed maw with a lashing tongue. It was like some kind of two legged lizard, its thick tail ending in a spade headed cock. Misti's buttocks had vanished, her anus and vagina altering, switching places to be properly aligned in regards to her former cock, now a tail.
The lizard half's tail slide up under the shirt of the girl Misti had originally pounced, it bent down, its drooling maw pressing up against the girl's face in an grotesque kiss. Slow, torturous minutes passed, teacher and students watching in horror as the beasts raped the two girls. From their savage grunts and moans, it was obvious the two creatures were close to climax. With a pair of feral roars, they came, the frog-like upper body pumping seed into the poor girl's sex, while the other shot huge jets of cum of its victim's face, breasts, and a goodly portion of the floor.
The cum seemed to float into the air, creating a strange white fog. The terrified girls made a run for it, darting right by the lizardish lower body as it continued to cum, covering the girl with more goo, and making the air even foggier.
As she fled, Terri felt something wet and sticky wrapped around her leg. She cried out in terror as she say Misti's tentacled head clinging to her. She stumbled, falling to the ground out in the hallway, the horrible octopus like thing crawling up her body. As she watched she saw her former friend's face beginning to bloat, her ears erupting into paddled squid like tentacles.
"Help me, Terri." Misti whimpered, clinging feebly to the other girl's body with her new tentacles. "Get me out of here, get me away from those... those things! Please! Th... they're not me, they're monsters, they might eat me! Please!"
Nodding, Terri wrapped an arm around Misti, getting to her feet, dashing off towards the girl's dorm nearby. Terri could lock her room and be sure to keep the things out. If Misti had changed, there could be other girls doing the same thing.
-o-
Elsewhere, a little ways into her art class, Crystal was quite enjoying herself. She was seated at one of the large drawing tables, Miss Wainright sitting next to her, talking about a design for a strange transformation where the victim's body would reverse itself, head and genitals switching places, the back becoming the front, the front becoming the back, the arms becoming legs, and the legs becoming forelimbs. Thankfully the table hid their erections, as well as the teasing gropes they occasionally gave one another.
While it wasn't exactly encouraged, sexual teacher-student relationships weren't unknown, especially when the student had a powerful sex drive, and the teacher thought they were cute. Both Crystal and Miss Wainright, Kelly when she wasn't acting in capacity as a teacher, rather enjoyed their relationship. Though it lead to Crystal's occasional taunting as a Teacher's Slut.
Across the room, engaged in sketching a piece of fruit that had bite shaped pieces mysterious keep vanishing from it, was Crystal's dorm-mate Christa. The white furred catgirl's tail twitched back and forth behind her desk, and beneath that of the student behind her. The catgirl hummed happily, her feline ears twitching occasionally. Her ears and tail were natural, her mother had been transformed into an anthro feline. Her green feline eyes were the only other trace of cat on her body.
The student behind Christa giggled, the soft, fluffy cat tail tickling her legs, then slipping up further, tickling at her thighs, then... "Miss Wainright!" the student calls. "Christa keeps putting her tail under my skirt!" she says, with two handfuls of tail, trying to push it away. Christa, who had begun to purr, looks up, completely unaware of what she had been doing.
"Sorry!" she said, scooting her desk forward a bit. "It has a mind of it's own sometimes."
The catgirl blushed heavily as she turned back to her sketch, which was now a little bit off, as she had once more taken a bite out of the pear she was attempting to draw. Just a few moments later, her tail was back at it, under the girl's skirt and rubbing against her sex. "Oooh... c'mon, stop it Christa, as good as it feels, I don't want to cum in class. Everyone can see."
"Huh?" the catgirl says looking back. With wide eye she tugs her tail forward. "I'm so sorry my mind must be else... waaaargh!" she says with a grimace, doubling over.
"You okay, kitten?" the student behind her asks.
"Meurgh." Christa says disgustedly. "Stomach cramps."
The catgirl got up from her desk and walked over to where her dorm-mate and her teacher were sitting. "Miss Wainright, I'm not feeling very good. My tummy is cramping up and it kinda hurts to be upright. Could I go back to the dorm and lay down?" she asked, wincing as another painful feeling shot through her belly.
Miss Wainright looks over the feline, though absentminded and a bit lazy, Christa wasn't one to skip classes. "Go ahead, I'll get your homework from your other classes and bring it home for you." the art teacher says, giving Christa a four breasted hug, and a kiss on the cheek, drawing a purr from the feline.
"You go and get some rest. We can do your make up work after dinner, when you won't be taking bites out of the object your sketching. Well, you might, but if you do, I'm ghoing to be strangling your with your own tail." Miss Wainright said with a grin, giving the feline a playful swat on the rump.
The affection between the two drew a few stares, mostly jealous ones. There were a large number of girls that had new additions from something on that field trip, and most of them would have loved to put it to use on their cute, four breasted art teacher.
"Could I help her 'study' too?" Crystal asked with a grin.
Miss Wainright chuckled. "Only if you can get your project done. Now, what happens to her victim's personality when the worm starts manifesting the change?"
"Well, with this one it'd be kind of a benevolent, feral fusion with the host. While retaining her original memories and personality, she feels a sort of mental dulling, making her feel friendly and loyal, kind of like a dog." Crystal explained. "All in all..."
-o-
Christa walks down the hall, not bothering keeping up the appearance of stomach cramps. "Dammit," she whispered, "You almost gave us away back there. You can't be doing things like that." she seems to be saying to no one in particular.
<I>"Want play. Be petted. Fuck. Play with cock?"</i> said a voice that only Christa heard, entirely inside her own mind.
"I know you do, believe me, I'd love to be able to do that all the time. But we can't." the catgirl explained to the disembodied voice.
<I>"Why? Feels good."</i> came the reply.
"Yes, it feels very good. But we need to learn things so that we can go out and earn money by ourselves. Have our own place to live, making it look the way we want, and not have Terri's nose burning perfume around all the time." the catgirl whispered.
<I>"Yuck. Terri burns nose. Smells bad. Not like us. We smell nice."</i> the mental voice said, purring happily.
Christa's tail came up and curled around her body, caressing a breast. The catgirl gasped softly as she headed up the stairwell, reaching down and stroking the furred length. The touch of her fingers across her fur sent thrills of pleasure down her spine. Almost from the moment she had started to grow a cock, something funny had been happening with her tail as well. Not only had it literally begun to develop a mind of its own, but it had begun to change. It was definitely almost six inches longer, and though no one had notice because of her fluffy fur, it was also at least a half inch thicker.
<I>"Changes, yes. We change. Change more soon. Mother requests it. We want to change? Make so kiss each other, two cocks, two cunts, play with each other. Both of us."</I> the mental voices purred.
"Oh yeah, I'd love that." Christa said, "Is that what you've been doing, those pains?"
<I>"Yes. Sorry. Learning how to make change as Mother instructs. We know now, no more pain. Pleasure."</I> the voice purrs.
"Mmm... good... pleasure. We like pleasure." Christa purred, slipping into the dorm. She walks right into her door, the usually open door, not at all responsive. She tries the knob. Locked.
The rattling of the knob drew a startled "Eek!" from the room.
"Terri! C'mon, open up!" Christa calls, rather annoyed.
"G-g-go away!" Terri stutters, "There's weird creatures out there, and I'm not gonna let them in to hurt Misti and me!"
Christa snorts, weird creatures indeed. She went over to Miss Wainright's room just around the corner. It had a nice big bed, and she was sure that the dorm mistress would be thrilled to see a naked, sexy, cum covered feline plaything in her bed, all dripping and eager to be played with.
The catgirl was bereft of clothes in almost record timing, flopping down on the big, soft bed, curling up in the thick quilt top. Her cock had become achingly hard in the stairwell, it felt so good to have it rub against the soft material of the bed. She wrapped both hands around her member, stroking it slowly, wanting to make the pleasure last, and wanting to give her body a good coating of precum.
<I>"Mmm. Yes. Yes. Rub cock. Feels good. Make bigger."</I> said the disembodied voice.
Christa squealed delightedly as she felt her cock growing beneath her hands, growing thicker, longer, her balls swelling in size as well to keep up. "Oh yeah..." she moaned, "Bigger. Make it bigger. Big until it hits my tits, I want to suck on our cock."
The organ soon erupted to the requested size, accompanied by an explosion of sticky precum. The pale pink length quickly found its way into the catgirl's mouth, where she began to suck on it happily. She squeezed her breasts against the slick length, tit fucking herself, massaging her sensitive nipples at the same time.
A pleasurable pulse flowed down Christa's spine, and with it came a surge of growth in her tail, growing thicker and longer. Again. And again. And again. Withing a few moments it wasn't a feline tail, but a fleshy length with short fur, long and blunt tipped. It curled around, pressing against her femsex, a long wet tongue slipping inside.
She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure flow through her body. As promised, each pulse of transformation felt so good. She felt her tail growing, stretching, as was the rest of her body. But it was also becoming more flexible, so she easily kept her grip on her cock. Even better, she was able to slowly take more and more of it into her mouth, inch by wonderful inch.
Her breasts began to throb as well, growing, shifting, splitting. She moaned loudly as her breasts divided, two massive ones becoming four that were slightly larger then her original size. She didn't want those, but it felt so good having them, what with their new, long, teat-like nipples that rubbed against the bed deliciously. Four became eight, eight became sixteen, and Christa quickly lost count in the sea of pleasure.
Her body had become a single pulsing, throbbing organ of pleasure. Even her skin felt good, short, soft white fur spreading over it. Her cock wriggled in her mouth, like a snake. The pleasure from her transforming cock was too much, she came, and came hard. She couldn't keep it in her mouth, cum dribbled down her chin and neck, thick gushes landing on her face and belly.
The licking at her pussy ceased, a soft tongue sliding over her face, kissing her, then pulling away. Christa opened her eyes to look at the face of her body-mate, the wonderful friend that had shared her body and given her so much pleasure these last few weeks. Most girls would have screamed at the sight. a multiple eyed, mandibled worm-like face in front of her own. A face that was connected to her, as it was at the end of her tail.
But Christa just smiled, reaching up with a hand to caress her lover, only to find that all her fingers had grown together, her entire arm beginning to shrink. "We don't need those anymore." the worm said, having it's own mouth to speak from. Christa looked over herself, her more flexible neck allowing her to look over her body.
Soon her arms were no more. She watched also as her legs merged into her body. They looked like a caterpillar. All soft, fleshy, and fuzzy. With a few experimental wiggles, she found that their breasts worked much like a caterpillars feet. Any time they went somewhere from now on, it would feel so good.
No, she still had arms, but they were tiny, and hard, and still changing. Christa couldn't see her head merge into her neck, and her neck with her shoulders. But she soon realized what was happening as the two bony growths that were once her arms found their places at the sides of her mouth. Mandibles, giving her a face similar to that over her other side.
Her hair receded into a stiff mohawk-like shape, her feline ears becoming feathery antennae, the changes mirrored in the head belonging to her other half. Both heads moved forward, mandibles meeting, long tongues curling around one another. Both moaned as the tail end began to mirror the front. The muscles for the breast-feet altering, reversing, so they could move in either direction just as easily. The formation of a second cock and cunt brought them near to climax. Their long, flexible cocks entwined, the slick lengths slipping into the female sex at the base of the opposite.
Teats curled around their opposites as the two halves pressed together, feeling the absolute peak of sexual pleasure, a body designed with self-stimulation in mind. Not needing another creature in order to have every aspect of their shared body pleasured to peak potential. The sexual caterpillar purred happily, just about the only remaining sign of Christa's formally feline form.
-o-
"Oh, I was so scared!" Terri said, hugging Misti tightly, softly stroking the octopus-like girl's hair. "I thought it was those monsters come to get us!"
Misti snuffled softly, her suckered tentacles curled around Terri's body, holding her in place. "Me too. Oh Terri, I don't ever want to do anything like that again! It was like my mind wasn't mine, and now my body isn't! I... I can feel the other two, kind of. When I was right there, it felt like they were still a part of me, it felt so good. But it was so horrible. I can't control them at all. They're their own creatures."
She sighs, holding up a tentacle and looking it over. "What am I gonna do now, Terri? I'm not pretty anymore. I don't even have breasts of a butt for people to look at. I was so pretty, now I'm a freak."
"I think you're cute, Misti." the bigger girl says softly. "So tiny and small and cuddly. We've never just sat and snuggled before. I like it. I'm just sorry you had to be like this before I could feel it."
"I... yeah. I think this feels nice too. I am pretty much made for it now, all these tentacles, and no genitals. At least none that I can find, you looked, right? There's nothing on the bottom of me, right?"
Terri shook her head. "Sorry, no. It doesn't look like you have anything."
"Then dammit, why do I feel so horny all of a sudden? I don't have anything that ought to make me feel... mmm... horny." Misti murred, licking her lips.
Smiling, Terri gently lifted her friend up so they were face to face. The bodiless girl opened her mouth, allowing Terri's tongue in, her own slipping into the larger girl's mouth. A pleasured moan escaped her, though without a neck how she spoke at all was a mystery. After a few moments, Terri gently pulled away.
"Oooh... that felt so good!" Misti said, eyes half closed. "My mouth works feels just like a pussy when you put something in it."
"Mmm, do you want something put in it?" Terri asked, smiling.
"T-terri, can I please suck you dick?" Misti asked, tentacles already making their way under Terri's skirt, tugging at her panties.
"If you insist." she said, pulling off her skirt and panties and laying back, letting the octopus-girl crawl over her, suckered tentacles feeling wonderful on her bare legs. She took her top off as well, completely naked for her transformed lover, soft tentacles curling around her breasts, strange feeling suckers running over her nipples.
Misti curled her tongue around Terri's modest cock, only about five or six inches or so. The octo-girl had enough tongue to wrap around it's entire length, pulling herself towards it, taking the shaft into her mouth. Her tentacle=like tongue slithered out, slipping into Terri's femsex, drawing a surprised gasp from the girl.
"Ooooh, I wasn't expecting that, but boy does it ever feel good. Mmm... this is a whole new meaning to the term 'giving head' you realize." the herm girl jokes, drawing a playful tentacled swat.
"Freya's tits, Misti, you're good at this. Oooh! Slow down! Oooh! Mmmm! I'm gonna cum already! Stop! I'm gonna CUUUUUUUUM!" Terri howls after only maybe a minute of the octo-girl's ministrations. For having such a small cock, Terri seems to cum a lot to make up for it. In fact there's so much that Misti can't take it all, using her tentacles to pull herself forward, using her tongue to push the cock away, so as not to get messy.
To both girls' astonishment, Terri isn't coming in jets, but more like one continuous stream. Terri moans, continually bucking her hips in the feeling of the strange sustained orgasm. "Oooh, I feel funny." she moans.
Misti gasps as Terri's head suddenly recedes into her head. "Oh no, not you too, Terri! You're ch-changing!"
Terri tries to feel her head, to see what the changes are, but she's too weak to lift her arms, her mass seems to be flowing out of her as cum. "No!" she whimpers. "Make it stop!"
But it doesn't stop, her skin begins to darken, taking on a reddish black hue, her ears shift and change, becoming large bat-like wings. Her eyes take on a solid green coloration, as all the while her body continues to dwindle away, now nothing but skin and bones, and shortly after that, no bones either. Her skin begins to shrink, bringing her cock closer and closer to her neck, finally affixing it underneath.
With a series of pops and cracks, the back of Terri's head alters into a four eyed, reptilian face with a forked tongue and sharp fangs. The new mouth opens and hisses at Misti. "Fuck. Stroke cock. Suck!" it demands, headwings flapping, pouncing on the now similarly sized Misti.
"I.. I can't control myself, Misti!" Terri wails from the other face. "Please, I'm sorry, this isn't me!"
"I know." Misti whispers, stroking the cock shared by Terri and the monster on the other side of her face. The octo-girl moves around, face to face with Terri's original face. "I don't mind, we're kinda made for each other now, even if you do have a grumpy, horny lizard on your back.
The lizard half seems content to let Terri control their wings, as long as their shared cock is being pleasured. The bat-wing headed girl wrapped her wings around her tentacled friend, while Misti tenderly curls several tentacles around Terri, the best hug the two can manage.
-o-
Crystal skipped happily down the dorm room hall. School was canceled for the day, and everyone was to stay in their rooms for the rest of the evening. Apparently some kind of monsters appeared on campus, and they had yet to be rounded up, and they were very dangerous. Probably not as dangerous as the chicken pot pie they served in the lunchroom, but still probably pretty fearsome.
The shemale pushed open the door to her dorm complex, looking around and finding no one in the common area. Ah well, no matter. She walked over to Terri and Christa's room nearby, trying the knob. The sound of soft moaning came from inside, Terri and what sounded like two other people, one of them male. "Just so you guys know, school's been canceled for the day. Have fun in there!" she shouted, not waiting to hear the reply.
She poked her head into Miss Wainright's room, there was a large lump under the covers, curled up in the middle, wriggling a bit. Knowing that Christa kept trying to perform self fellatio, it was no surprise to her. Nor was the catgirl using Miss Wainright's bed. It's where she went whenever Terri locked her out of their room, like had just happened. Knowing Christa had been given the afternoon off anywhere. Crystal saw no need to disturb her. From the wet, sloppy noises, it sounded like she had finally achieved her goal of being able to fuck herself. Her mouth at least.
A quick check in her own room confirmed that Froggy was, as usual, in the shower after her second period gym class. She always showered right before lunch. And right after lunch, and then again after 4th period, then right after dinner, then right before bed. It was rather silly. But she'd be out in a few minutes.
Finally she poked her head into Kirisha and Rissa's room, in a bit of a role reversal Kirisha was tied to the bed, with Rissa being the dominant one, for a little while anyway. The purple scaled girl had her lips wrapped around her mistress' cock and seemed to be rather enjoying herself.
"Heya Crystal, I'd wave you in, but I can't move my hands. Or feet. Or tail. I got a bit sick of my pet's whining and decided that the best way to shut her up would be to cram a cock in her mouth. You're welcome to join in if you want. Rissa seems to have developed a rather unpleasant leak, and we need a nice, big cock to lessen the flow."
The shemale chuckled, "No can do, I'm heading over to the cafeteria to pick up some food. School's canceled for the afternoon, and we're all supposed to stay in our dorms. Miss Wainright is seeing what all this is about, so I'm going to get lunch and dinner for everybody. We're supposed to stay in the dorms for a headcount, and remain in here until they find the monsters that caused all this panic and get 'em taken care of. Not that it's going to be a problem for the two of you. Any idea who Terri has in her room? It sounds like she has a boy in there, but I can't imagine her every getting any dick that isn't rubber and/or belonging to Misti Davis."
Kirisha laughed, "Nope, no idea. I didn't see anybody come in."
"Because Mistress was too busy cumming in her pet." Rissa said, ceasing her sucking for a moment.
"Hey now, I won't be cumming in you any more today if you don't keep concentrating on the task at hand, you got me?"
A muffled "Mmmhmmm." is Rissa's reply.
"Anything special you guys want me to pick you up in the lunchroom?"
"A hamburger for me, rare please, and another for my pet. Though how she could be hungry after having a belly full of my seed, I can't possibly imagine. Can you shut the door on your way out? I don't know if it's Terri and her friends, or Christa, or somebody else, but there's an awful lot of loud moaning out there, and it's kind of distracting from all the loud moaning in here. Quite a turn of events, huh? Me being disturbed by the sounds of people having sex."
Crystal laughed and did as she was asked, closing the door behind her before heading off to the cafeteria. Rissa and Kirisha were such a perfect match for one another. Crystal only hoped she could find someone like that in her life. Preferably soon.
-o-
"Mmm, so how do you like being the pet for once, Kirisha?" Rissa purred the moment Crystal was gone.
"Don't be so sure of that 'Mistress,' you're still acting awfully subby for someone who's supposed to be dominating." the raptor said with a chuckle.
"By the way, what are these bonds made out of? They feel rather nice, no chaffing at all."
"Spider silk." Rissa said with a grin, her tongue tracing down Kirisha's cock, circling the lips of her slit.
"How do you get spider silk so thick?" the puzzled scalie asked, "Magic?"
"Nope, really big spider."
"And where did you find a really big spider?"
"She's licking your cock, Mistress Kirisha." Rissa said with a grin, licking her lips. "I'm changing, I'm transforming, I'm becoming something wonderful, and I love it. Mmm... there's this presence inside of me, whispering inside of my head. It craves pleasure, and it enjoys the pleasure I give it as your pet. But it wants more, it wants to feel the pleasure of control. Of domination. It wants to change me now, Mistress, and I want it to. I want to change for you, become a wonderful, sexual creature for you. All it wants in return is for you to be our pet. Not all the time, but sometimes, just for fun."
Kirisha's eye widened, and the raptoress gulped. "Y-you too? I... I've been feeling the same thing. It tells me that it wants to try being your pet, to let you control things, to let me fufill your every given command. Mmm... and I want to. I came so hard when I changed the first time, I came just as hard when I grew a cock. But I'm going to cum harder then I ever imagined while I'm yours, and we change together."
The two began to gasp as the changes began. Rissa's cock began to change, growing longer, thinner, becoming a single thin tentacle. She curled it around Kirisha's own cock, moaning softly as her sex continued to change. The lips of her cunt growing outward, extending, up past her tentacle-cock.
Rissa mmmed softly, rising up to give her 'pet' a view of the changes. The tentacle, maybe an inch at the base, tapering down to a point after two feet of length, curled gently around Kirisha's right breast. Rissa moaned as a second tentacle emerged from her cunny, then a third. All the while her femsex continued to grow absolutely massive, coming to a stop just below her naval.
She giggled, reaching down with one hand to stroke the massive, swollen lips. "Mmm... fuck. I wish I had a cock big enough to fill me UUUUUUH!" Rissa howled as her three cock-tentacles were joined by yet another, and another, and another, and yet another. Seven thin tendrils writhed, pulling away from Kirisha's breasts, instead curling around her tail.
Rissa grinned, "Mmm... it may not be a cock, but it's big enough to fill me up, and mmmm... you know how I love rubbing myself against your scales, pet." she purred.
Kirisha gasped softly as her tail quickly vanished into Rissa's gaping pussy. The purple scalie's juices running down the length, coating Kirisha's sexes with their warmth, and filling her with desire. Within a few moments, Kirisha's tail had vanished completely into Rissa, her tentacles easily sliding into the raptoress' eager openings, pulling her cock inside as well, rubbing at the top of the gargantuan snatch.
The raptoress' first change was far more widespread. Her scales began to shift color, taking on a darker shade of green, becoming shiny, becoming harder, merging together into thick plates. The raptoress now had a slightly insectile look to her with her new carapace. The change drew a pleasure yowl from Rissa, the smoothness allowing her to hump Kirisha's tail at an increased pace. "Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!" she moaned.
Rissa's hands went to her own breasts, mashing them together, her forked tongue slithering out to lap at thick purple nipples. Her tongue was suddenly accompanied by two more, each originating in her palms. She pulled them away from her body, looking at the new additions, a mouth in the palm of each hand. With a soft mmm, she began to french kiss one hand with her mouth, the other suckling on a fat nipple.
The changes in her hands continued her human-like nails becoming sharp claws, going beyond claws, becoming huge curved spikes, her fingers thickening to support them. Her hands were little more then inarticulate paws.
The raptoress yowled as well as her arms began to change. Filling out becoming more and more muscular, far too muscular for normal arms to support, and then then began to stretch downward, her hands and fingers thickening, doubling in size. With a wet ripping sound, her arms divided, granting her four limbs where once were two. But the changes didn't stop there.
The upper arms continued to grow, the fingers fusing together, her bone structure twisting, the single massive claw that her hand had become continuing to grow, adding to her insectile look. Her upper arms were now very much like those of a mantis.
The silk had somehow held, keeping her lower arms bound, but not her upper pair. She pulled Rissa's hands to her breasts, placing her own claws on Rissa's tits. Neither could speak, they could only pant, moan, and yowl their pleasure.
Rissa's legs began to swell, filling out in the same way Kirisha's arms had, and with similar results as a they split into, not two pairs, but three! They continued to change and shift, becoming longer, but thinner, bending differently. Her six feet became more hand shaped, and like her hands, her nails became claws, then thick spikes. Six new mouths and the tongues within were soon put to work kissing and licking Kirisha's carapace.
The raptoress soon experienced a similar effect. As all her joints seemed to realign themselves, her legs began to pulse, growing much as her arms had, but adding in insectoid changes, becoming longer and thinner, more suited to a scuttling arachnoid rather then a bipedal raptoress. Her toes shifted, altering into a three part claw-like foot, sickle claws at the back of each of her four new feet.
Arachnoid limbs curled around one another as Rissa's belly began to swell, quickly becoming round, then inflating as if with pregnancy, and beyond, pushing her breasts upward. Her breasts began to follow suit, inflating to become huge, beach ball sized orbs topped with six inch long, two inch thick teats.
Kirisha's own body began to react much the same, her belly bloating not with pure roundness however, but instead in the four merged lobes of a massive belly-udder. Her breasts, however, began to expand in a similar fashion to Rissa's, and attained the same shape and size.
Rissa's scales soon shifted to match Kirisha, becoming a purple plated carapace, though it retained the shimmering metallic coloration of her scales. She howled as she felt Kirisha's tail changing, shifting inside of her.
The two began to moan, the changes nearly complete, and the fires of climax building to an explosive pressure within them. Both threw back their heads and howled, the sounds distorting from their shifting faces.
Rissa's began to fill out, losing bone structure in the front, becoming rounded. Her tongue erupted from her mouth, becoming a big, pink cock. Her lips shifted, her nose vanishing, as did her eyes. Her head dropped forward, and in a few moments was a third breast atop the other two, with a cocknipple erupting from a vagina in the center of it.
But the former back of her head broke away from the squishy mass, moving down between her shoulder blades. The smooth, blank area beneath her hair was quickly featureless no longer. A pair of antennae sprouted from her temples, a two rows of eyes, three to a side, appeared over a growth that pushed out into a reptilian muzzle, the lower jaw splitting into a pair of mandibles surrounding a long, tentacle like tongue that lashed in the air as she roared with climax.
Kirisha's neck began to lengthen, her lower jaw stretching as well, downward and outward. A pair of yellow eyes opened on the sides of her neck, the alteration of her lower jaw opened into a toothsome maw that began to extend forwards into a second head beneath her own, her lower jaw forming the top of a crocodillian cranium, both mouths roaring their pleasure.
The two strange sex creatures snuggled together, mistress and pet, in their bed, delighted with their new bodies, keenly interested in exploring them further. Just as soon as they caught their breath.
-o-
Crystal walked down the somewhat noisy halls of the school, a bag filled with food under her arm. She nudged the door to the dorm open with her shoulder, stepping inside. The halls seemed to be quite empty, everybody appeared to already be either off campus, or cloistered inside their rooms already.
She set the bag down on the table in the middle of the room, and walked towards the room shared by the two scaled girls. She heard the pleasured moans before she was half way to the door, best to leave them be.
Ducking into her own room, Crystal sighed as the shower was STILL running. Plucking a towel from atop her dresser, the girl opened the door and walked right in, intent on pulling Elena out. "Now you're just being silly, Elena. You've been in the shower all day. I swear there's something wrong with you!" she chided.
"N-no! D-don't come in! I... I... AAAAAAH!" Elena moaned from behind the opaque curtain. Crystal paid her no heed, reaching in and turning off the water before tearing the shower curtain open.
Down in the bottom of the tub was Elena, her body twisted into something pink and inhuman. Her arms had split into a pair of thick, suckered tentacles. Her legs had fused into the solid mass of a tail, and her head had becoming like that of a shark, filled with sharp teeth. Her cock, a prehensile, tapering tentacle, slithered back and forth across her belly and breasts, her entire body covered with her seed. Her skin was a bright pink-purple, the color of a blush, or an engorged cock.
Crystal's eyes widened for a moment, then she simply reached down and with a groan of effort, lifted the aquatic-shaped girl from her place at the bottom of the tub. The merest touch caused Elena to moan loudly, her skin suddenly slick with a cum-like substance that seeped from her pores.
"Oohhh... mm.... That feels sooo good, Crystal." she moaned, her tentacles caressing her skin. Her entire body had become, in effect, one massive sex organ.
"Glad you like it." Crystal said with a smile, carrying Elena into the living room and setting her on the couch. "Now, I brought lunch, but I think there's something else you'd like more, now isn't there?" the girl said.
Elena nodded, "Oh please, Crystal, please fuck me! I... I can't think of anything else, I just want to rub myself, stroke myself, make my whole body cum. I can't stop. I don't want to stop." the aquatic creature whimpered, tentacles stroking up and down her sides, curling around her cock, massaging her breasts.
The human girl smiled, pulling off her shirt and removing her panties, her cock already hard and dripping with pre. "Oh of course! I've been waiting all day to do this..." she said with a predatory grin as she sat down, straddling Elena's tail, her cock penetrating the slit that housed Elena's femsex, right below her massive, wriggling cock. The serpentine member slid around Crystal's leg, seeking to return the penetration.
"Huh? What do you... oooooh! Mean been waiting all day?" Elena asked, eyes wide.
Crystal just chuckled, "You'll find out soon enough." she teased, leaning down, filling the aqua-girl's mouth with her tongue, silencing her.
-o-
Miss Wainright made her way quickly down the hall, glancing nervously behind her. Things had suddenly gone to hell in a handbasket. There was some sort of... transformation plague going around or something. It seemed to have affected a significant portion of the students and staff. Kelly had seen classrooms full of freakish, yet arousing, creatures that had once been normal girls, as well as dozens of unaffected girls, trapped and used to slake the lusts of their transformed classmates.
She turned the corner and eeped, a girl whose belly had bloated and swollen, and split into eight thick tentacles tipped with horse cocks, with another massive cock between heavily muscled horse hooved legs, plowing into another girl who's body seemed to be adapting to taking the huge cock, and the tentacles, a row of six vaginas appearing on her back to take the tentacles, another buried in her ass, and yet another entering her mouth.
She couldn't help herself, she was aroused by the sight. But she resisted the urge to join in. Kelly darted to the other side of the hall, giving the two girls a wide berth. She darted down the hall that lead to the dorms, rounding a corner into the stairwell, she tripped over another set of coupling transformees.
A girl that looked like a collection of snakes engaged in orally pleasuring some... thing with frog legs, and a two legged lizard without eyes. The frog and lizard thing turned towards here, breaking off their coupling with the living nest of snakes.
Miss Wainright screamed as she ran up the stairs, bursting into the hallway, making a mad dash towards her dorm, where she could lock the door. She could hear the creatures pursuing her. The frog was slow, but the lizard thing was almost on her heels. With a desperate cry she flung herself at the door of her dorm, finding it ajar. She went to slam the door, but she gasped in awe and horror at the sight within.
The girls were all gathered in the living room, and all but Crystal had changed. The remaining human sat naked in a chair, the others all gathered around her. Terri was nothing more then a bat winged head with a second lizard-like face on the other side, and a large cock where her neck used to be. Laying next to her on the couch was Misti Davis, the former beauty queen now looking like an octopus with a human face, her tongue a long tentacle, holding a spoon and feeding Terri's second face mashed potatoes.
Laying on the floor, recognizable only by her white fur and her purring was the giant, fat, caterpillar-like creature with breasts for limbs that Christa had become, her two mandibled heads nibbling on a biscuit held between their two mouths. Kirisha and Rissa were a pair of arachnoid monstrosities, Rissa a round bellied, bright purple spider, and Kirisha a cock-tailed scorpion.
Elena had become, fittingly, a completely aquatic looking creature with squid tentacles, a shark's head, and a dolphin's lower body and cock. Two of her tentacles held onto a sandwich, while the other two stroked her cock. Her entire body seemed to drip with cum.
The lizard and the frog thing pushed by her, taking up places by the couch, where Misti stroked them with her tentacles. Crystal looked up at her and smiled. "So, what do you think?" she asked, one hand lazily caressing her cock.
"What do I think of what?" Miss Wainright asked, confused.
"Why, my designs of course. Every single person in this school soon to be transformed into my creations, each a physical form designed for pleasure, to house and feed my little babies with their arousal and excitement. Now, no need to be afraid, come over her and kneel before your Queen." Crystal cooed.
Miss Wainright knew that she should run, but she couldn't help herself. She walked to Crystal and got on her knees, resting her head in the girl's lap. Something seemed to take over her body and make the movements without her permission, keeping her held there.
Crystal petted Miss Wainright's head, running her hands through the teacher's hair. "You see, I found something rather interesting on the class trip. She was a strange, beautiful creature created by a demon for a particular purpose. A beloved pet who got lost one day. I found her, and gave her a new home, inside of me. With the warmth and protection that my womb offered, she could release her spawn into me, and from me into all of you, each with instinctual knowledge of a form I imagined, able to give the gift of a beautiful body to anyone who ingests one."
Miss Wainright moaned as she felt her body begin to change. Everything felt funny. Her joints ached. All the while Crystal continued to explain what was going on. "Helping with food preparation made it soooo easy. All I needed to do was contaminate it with my seed. Such a naughty girl I was, jacking off into the spaghetti sauce."
Kelly cried out as her shoulders and hips popped, her arms and legs twisting into a new configuration. The 'normal' position for them had shifted, both her arms and legs straight out from the sides of her body, and bent at 90 degree angles. She fell back, held up by this strange new configuration.
She stared up with horror at Crystal, who just smiled down at her. "Mmm... now that everything is in place, I can finally let the worm merge with me, and change our shared body into something befitting my role as Queen." she said with a gasp. "Oooh... time to meet the wonderful creature that made all of this possible."
At that Crystal's cock began to pulsate, transforming, a segmented look to it. The coloration began to fade, becoming pure white. It began to lengthen, new segments appearing while the ones behind it fattened. Two and a half feet long and six inches in diameter, it curled and twisted, the last segments reaching the same six-inch thickness as the rest. A cluster of beady, pure black eyes appeared on the flattened cockhead, a pair of mandibles appearing, flanking the slit.
Crystal leaned down and kissed her worm-cock. "Hello, lovely. It's been so long since we've truly seen one another, now hasn't it?" The worm chittered softly in reply.
"Yes, of course. As you wish." Crystal said, placing both hands around her length, and began stroking up and down.
Miss Wainright moaned as her changes began anew. She watched, horrified, as her four breasts sank into her body, though there was a sudden presence of weight on her lower back. She twisted her head around to see, and found that her head twisted all the way around, and hand a much wider range of vision, as her neck lengthened and became able to move in a prehensile-like manner.
The breasts that had vanished from her chest appeared to have had reappeared on her back, only larger, stretching out the material of her shirt. They hung only inches from the ground. To her embarrassment her cock strained at the fabric of her pants, making an obvious tent for all to see.
She felt her face... melting. Eyes, nose, and mouth moving downward onto her featureless chest. Her head began to shrink, her hair falling out, her neck continuing to stretch. Miss Wainright was suddenly blind, deaf, mute, and without sense of smell. After a few moments of mental terror, there was light again, but no sound.
As she gazed upon what had once been her face, her eyes and mouth now a trio of vaginas centered around the clit that was once her nose, Miss Wainright recognized what she was becoming. Top to bottom, back to from. Head to tail. She was becoming the very creature that Crystal had been drawing in art class!
She knew her vision came from a single eyeball at the end of a narrow, flexible, whip-like tail. She also knew what else was coming. An expansion of her shoulders and biceps, taking on the rounded curve of buttocks, claws sprouting from her fingertips, her palms and fingers becoming longer, her thumbs becoming almost nonexistent. Her feet went the other way, claws sprouting, the main mass shortening, the toes elongating.
Sound returned to the world as she felt something stirring in her loins, trying to push it's way outward. The bulge made by her erection vanished, quickly replaced by one larger, something that lashed from side to side, trying to break free. Mmm... it felt so good. So much better then her cock had before. So good she didn't want to fight anymore.
Why would she want to fight? Queen Crystal was her mistress, and kind of her mother. She would take care of Kelly, pet her, play with her, make love to her. All the things a worm-morphed creature like her could ever want or hope for. Mmm... the scent of her own arousal, the sound of fabric being rubbed against, the feeling of the need to cum.
With a chittering growl, a worm-like head tore through the crotch of Miss Wainright's pants, the physical manifestation of the worm that had transformed her. Thick cum dribbled from its vertical mouth, small horns studding it in place of mandibles.
Crystal reached down and petted the head of the creature. "You look so cute, Kelly-pet." she whispered, pulling the worm-like head down to her worm-like cock. Kelly's head twice the size of the cock. Kelly's mouth opened, allowing the worm cock to slide in. The creature purred softly, it was time to be fed. Her single human eye half closed in pleasure as her mistress fuck-feed her.
The Queen was happy. Her human half now able to create physical manifestations of the beautiful creatures that filled her mind, and her worm half with a loving caretaker who would provide her spawn with homes to occupy. It was time to take on their own form, the one that both had spent so much time dreaming about one day being.
The color drained from Crystal's skin, leaving her flesh pure white. Hair, lips, nipples, nails, and eyes became a glistening black. Her body began to grow, growing larger, growing more muscular, growing more powerful. The smallest fingers and toes vanished from her hands and feet. The nails on her hands extended straight outward, tapering to needle-like points. Stingers for an insectoid queen.
Her toes shortened, becoming tipped with thick black claws. Her legs reformed with a series of pops, becoming digigrade, specifically like a raptor's. Crystal had always admired Kirisha's legs, and those beautiful, sexy sickle-claws. Claws that were now her own. Her breasts grew, attaining basketball sized. Her nipples grew wider, and then split, each one becoming three four-inch long teats, the black tips dripping with white milk.
Two more clusters of three teats appeared on her chest, the flesh beneath blossoming into a second pair of breasts, slightly smaller then the pair above. "Oh yes! Oh, it feels incredible!" Crystal moaned, her hands finding their way to her breasts, squeezing them, causing cascades of milk to trickle down her body.
Crystal moved to the floor, keeping her cock buried deep inside Kelly's throat, kneeling as she thrust into the warm, wet depths. The reason was soon made clear as a massive, muscular tail erupted from Crystal's backside. Her tail ended in three cock tentacles, surrounding a stretchy cunt that could admit nearly anything. Crystal had sacrificed her original femsex to make sure the worm stayed safe, unable to be removed without cutting into her. There was no longer any worry of that, as it no longer occupied just her womb, but her entire body.
A line of additional cock tentacles appeared on her back, running from the base of her tail, to the back of her head, each tipped with the cock and balls of a different animal, sized largest at the top, and smallest at the bottom. She had a cock to fill every cunt.
Horns grew on her head, a pair of bull's horns at the sides, and a second small pair of slightly pointy nubs at the temples. A feature very common to literary demons. Though she wasn't a true demon, she did have similar transformative abilities, though it took weeks for the larvae to mature to a point where it could make changes. Crystal wasn't complaining, however.
Her ears grew, taking on a triangular shape, then moving up to the sides of her head. Pretty kitty ears, then they split, giving Crystal four beautiful feline ears. She left her face alone, leaving it mostly unchanged. There were a very tiny tweaks in the shape, and the addition of fangs and a three foot long, four inch wide tongue were more internal features.
The next change took place on her back. Massive draconic wings, the membranes laced with veins in an insectoid design, erupted from her shoulder blades, allowing her to fulfill the dream of flight that Crystal had yearned to live out for so long, and that the worm missed without the presence of its creator.
With a snarl the Queen came, pumping Kelly's throat full of seed from her expanded melon sized balls. Pulling out, Crystal's transformation completed itself, he skin quickly covered in thick, soft, snow white fur. "Mmm..." she purred, "The real me is finally out for all to see."
All eyes were on her, all of them waiting for her word on what to do. Elena, Misti, Terri, Christa, Rissa, Kirisha, and Kelly, her friends, her lovers, her mates, her pets, her subjects, her children, all waiting to act on her word.
"Now that everybody's been fed," Crystal said with a grin, "I think it's time we go see how the others have progressed, and hopefully..."
The Queen licked her lips, "Find some unaltered humans to play with." | yiff-extreme |
Title: Take Comfort Now by Squirrel
Tags: Bat, Character Development, M/F, Mouse, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel, Tie, Vaginal, Wolf
AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the Series Finale ... of 'Luminous' ...
The wolf's teeth razed through her fur. Nip, nip ... nipping her.
The chipmunk, on her back, sinking into the sheets ... gave little chitter-huffs. Paws clutching to the fur on his back. Arms wrapped round his back.
Pyro slid his hips forward ... giving a whimper. Stopping. Swallowing ... nipping at her neck.
Dotna lolled her head to the side.
Pyro's paw fished for her own, and he brought it up ... to his muzzle. Where he sucked and chew-chewed on her fingers. On her paw. Gently. So gently. So that she felt the pressure, but ... so that it never, ever hurt. He would never, ever hurt her ...
They were in their bed in their housing unit. The central air system ... humming ... (but, as was the case ... not entirely working). The two furs going slow. Taking their sweet time. Loving the warm, warmer ... warmest ... touches. Caresses. Glances.
Oh, loving ...
... in the middle of this afternoon.
And the wolf could howl at climax ... without being ribbed for it. All the other furs were at the arboreal gymnastics competition. A bit deeper in the forest. The wolf and chipmunk, however, not being squirrels (or having a squirrel for a mate) ... and not being the type to be able to sit still (for such a thing) ... they had stayed behind.
They'd quickly found a way to pass the time.
Pyro drew a breath ... humped. Slowly, softly ... in a missionary position. His welling knot beginning to press to her. Slowly, slowly ... moving. Oh, such teasing! How it teased him ... to have to move this slow. But he had to lull her with the pleasure ... had to lead up to it. It was always a tad painful when the knot slipped in. After a few seconds, her body would adjust, and the pain would go away, but ...
" ... oh," Dotna sighed. Fur lightly matted with sweat. Fur brown and striped with darker colors of brown. Tail a brushy wire ... not as thin as a mouse's. Not as thick as a squirrel's. And her whiskers ...
... Pyro was licking at her whiskers. His tongue lapped at them. And it made her shiver. The whiskers meant for sensing the air. For sensing things. Sensing only his breath, his tongue, his ... presence. It made her feel all hazy.
The wolf started growling from the throat. It ... oh ... felt so good. So sensitive. So wet. So hot. And he couldn't hold back from humping harder, and ... as always (as happened every time), the knot slipped in as a result of his lost control.
"Uh!" was her yelped grunt.
And he put her paw and arm aside (her arm going back round his back), and he bit on her ear. Leaving slight indents ... with his teeth. Nothing permanent. They would fade in a few minutes. But, oh, he had a biting fetish, and ... as he growled from his throat, he moved away from her ear ... and began to nibble on her lips. Not with his teeth, no. Lips were too delicate for that. He nibbled with his own lips. Lips nibbling lips. Oh, sweet wetness ...
"Huh ... oh," the chipmunk breathed. As she strained. As she flushed. As she went limp.
They were tied, but the wolf ... wasn't done yet. It wasn't over yet. Tied ... so that his seed would be sure to enter her and STAY in her. Nature's way of making him a good breeder. But they weren't genetically able to have a child ... but they took great pleasure from the ability, all the same. The wolf had a sheath and a knot ...
... and the chipmunk had never been with a fur who'd had both those things. Or, really, either of them ... oh, to have found a mate like him. With his red, red eyes and his powerful nose, and his ... sense of humor. And his ... well, everything. To imagine he'd come from another universe! She was mated to (and making love with) a fur from an entirely different universe ... (and Dotna still not knowing, for Pyro had never told her ... that, IN that mirror universe, Pyro's mate had been none other than Assumpta ... but that was a different Assumpta than the one here ... but, still, Pyro had told neither femme about that part of his past ... hadn't even told Field ... ) ...
Pyro humped ... sensitive. Huffing. Hump ... the knot stretching her, keeping them stuck together, but not preventing the wet friction of flesh and muscle. Not preventing him from inching them both closer and closer to their reward ...
Dotna chittered. What a sound ... chitters! High-pitched and quick ... and squeaky ... and so soft. With a rat-a-tat-tat precision ... chitters ...
The wolf's tail wagged with a wish-a-wish-wish ... in the air above his rump. Quite pleased ... oh, quite pleased ...
"Oh ... oh ... "
Hump ... hump ...
"Hum ... um ... " Dotna's breaths became shorter, quicker. She was close. Close ...
... closer! The wolf so much closer. Whining in that wolf-like way. As he ferally rutted her (or tried to ... his humping was shortened by the knot). "Mm ... mmm ... mm!" Almost, almost ...
... there!
There.
"Ohhh ... ohh," was all Dotna could do. The sheets stuck to her furry, matted back. And her legs (spread ... with foot-paws digging into the backside of her mate's body) ... they tingled with the spasms emanating from the source. Her femininity in heated, waving spasms. In leaking spasms. Pleasure. Oh, pleasure ... oh, was that what this was? Or was this love ... acting like some kind of hallucinogenic drug? How did anything feel like this? Oh ... who knew, but ... who cared? It did, and ...
... the wolf growled with satisfaction. Nose flaring. Body going limp as he sowed with a twitch-twitch ... twitch. Spurting ... and little, little sounds escaped his throat. The cutest sounds.
Dotna, eyes closed, hugging him, breathed, breathed ... and was the first to speak. "Oh ... I, uh ... oh, Pyro," she said. Well, at least she'd TRIED to say something coherent. But ... best wait a few more minutes for coherency.
Pyro nuzzled and licked at her ... tongue on her neck, her cheeks ... panting hot, wet breaths.
"Oh," was her flowery exhale.
And Pyro breathed deeply, stopping his actions ... so he could simply lie on top of her. Hug her. Protectively. Possessively. In the wolf's own universe, he'd been prey ... in this universe, what was he? What was he becoming? He didn't know, and ... it didn't so much matter. As long as he grew ... with her. As long as he found out ... with her. Through her. As long as they grew together. Was that not a wish of all mates?
There was a pause ...
... and Pyro, angular ears cocked and swiveling, whispered, "Did you feel that?"
"Mm ... yeah," she squeaked out. "I felt it ... " A clutching hug.
"No, no ... heh ... " A toothy grin. "Yeah, no ... I mean ... there. There it is again."
"What?" She blinked. Still tied with him. Still sweaty and ... smelling of wolf-fur. And him smelling of her. Still basking in the glow of their yiff.
The wolf's red eyes (which were a bright color ... his eyes, she'd come to observe, were a different color red ... depending on his mood) ... his eyes darted. "The ground. The floor ... it's ... moving."
"What?" she asked again.
The wolf grunted, pulling back ... and huffing. Stuck. "Heh ... um ... "
A shy giggle. "Mm ... relax, darling. Come on ... " Her paws on his shoulder-blades. "Settle. Down, boy ... "
A toothy grin. "Mm ... think you can tame me?"
"Oh, I tamed you months ago," she assured ... with playful confidence.
"Well ... heh ... alright. You win," he said, settling back down. Laying with her. Nuzzling with her. As they breathed and nipped and kissed and ... mm ...
Until, eventually ... his knot began to loosen, and ...
" ... there it is again!" He grunted and ... with a pop! ... slipped out of her, wolf-hood dangling, wet and glistening (and retreating into its sheath). The wolf hopped into his shorts, and ... left the bedroom.
"Pyro," Dotna called, with a hint of worry in her voice. "What is it ... " She pulled on a long, plain t-shirt (which went down past her waist). She padded out of the bedroom. And saw Pyro at the front door, squinting, looking out ... into the grassy area in front of their housing unit.
"What?" Dotna whispered, coming up behind him. Standing on the tips of her foot-paws. Looking with him out of the window in the middle of the door.
"There's a ring of dirt around our ... house," Pyro whispered. "Well, half a ring ... and it's growing."
"I don't ... what ... "
"Like someone's digging a hole," he said, squinting, opening the door. Going outside.
Dotna followed. The furs were all at the gymnastics do, so ... no worry about being seen with only a shirt on. (And, Pyro's wolf-hood was still bulged enough to be seen through his shorts). And both furs, though curious, a bit nervous ... neither was scared. She was a security officer, and he came from a universe of darkness. They had both faced greater dangers than a ring of dirt ...
... but, all the same, Pyro got down to paws and knees, all fours ... his powerful nose (stronger than any nose on the Luminous crew) probing, probing. Pushing to the dirt. Sniff-sniff ...
"Anything?" Dotna asked, standing over him, looking around. And feeling a slight rustle-rustle in the ground beneath her foot-paws. A bit unsettling. Like giant worms were tunneling beneath them. "Pyro?"
A growl, and ... the wolf brought his paws up ... and smashed, punched them down on one of the dirt-piles. Flinging dirt away. Punching, digging with his claws (which weren't meant for digging).
Dotna was about to ask if she should get her phase pistol, but ... a beep. A beep-beep. Proximity alarm. Coming from her computer pad. All the furs had rigged their computer pads (very slim, very portable computers ... which were all tied into Luminous' main computer core) ... to alert them if the ship's sensors picked up anything, or ... and her pad was beeping. No one else was in the settlement, so ... she scurried back inside. Grabbing her pad. Eying the read-outs.
While Pyro's paws penetrated the tunnel that was being dug beneath the dirt ... and grabbed fur! Squeezed! Causing a squeal ... and a squirm, but Pyro grabbed onto the warm, wriggling thing with BOTH paws, and growling, he pulled it up through the dirt ...
Dotna, a bit shell-shocked, padded back outside, swallowing. "Pyro," she whispered.
"I caught a mole!" Pyro said proudly, in pure wolf-like fashion. The wolf covered in dirt and soil. Fur already matted with sweat (and yiffy fluid). He was panting, panting ... and the mole (visibly shorter and stockier than the wolf) shivered, tucked into a protective ball ... big digger paws and feet ... exposed. It was whimpering blindly.
Dotna eyed the mole with curiosity, but said, looking back to her pad, "We're being hailed ... by a ship."
"A ship?"
"A furry ship," she whispered. "A prey ship."
Pyro tilted his head quizzically.
"They say they've come to take us home."
The senior staff (and their mates) ... came to be, two hours later, assembled in the conference room back on Luminous.
The windows in this room stretched along the entire wall. And showed the bright blue sky. Showed that inverted sea, and how, today, it had no islands (no clouds). And the grasses and grains, and ... the trees ... went for miles. Oh, redemption could be found ... just along the way. Just over there.
Wren, sitting at the head of the table, squirmed ... got out of his seat. He could never sit in chairs for very long. He went to the window, paused, and ... came back. Standing in front of the rest of them. Leaning forward, paws on the smooth, gray surface of the table. And he took a breath and explained, "He says his name is Advance ... Captain of the Solstice."
"Didn't know there WAS a Solstice," observed Rella.
"Well ... there is." A sigh. "Apparently, after we wiped out the bulk of the furry fleet ... and the predators sent us into exile ... well, the prey didn't like it. I don't know. Advance says that ... Admiral Silver was ousted nine months ago."
"Ousted?" asked Field.
"Poisoned," Wren elaborated. "No suspects. But ... the prey overthrew the Council. The Council was made up of ... ALL predators. The prey demanded to have equal representation. And they got it. Civil war was averted, and ... things are more stable."
"So ... "
"So, the Council's newly-appointed prey members ... took over construction of a new fleet. More Wabash-class ships," he said, of Luminous' ship-type. "And other varieties. I don't know ... don't know the details. I only talked to Advance for twenty minutes. But ... Adelaide was in the room with me. Out of view. She read his mind over the comm line." Wren looked to the pink-furred bat.
"He was telling the truth," Adelaide told everyone. "I mean ... he wasn't lying. He's a mouse. So ... it wasn't too hard for me to make a connection with his mind. But I evaded detection."
"So, why's the Solstice this far out?"
"Well, she's a new ship," Wren said ... " ... a deep-space exploration vessel. Like Luminous was intended to be," Wren said, voice trailing. Intended to be. Before everything had ... gotten swept away. But, thinking back ... and thinking now ... he wouldn't have had it any other way. Oh, swept away! A blessing ... it had led to so much. So much that wouldn't have happened otherwise. So many friendships and mate-ships and discoveries and lessons and ...
"Were they TRYING to find us?" Dotna asked.
"No," said Wren. "They stumbled upon us by accident. There are no furry ships this far out. They were mapping the system, and ... found us parked here. So, they hailed, and ... they want to bring us back into the fold. With the prey holding more sway in the government, and with the predators' licking their wounds from all their recent, stubborn defeats ... and with news that the Arctic foxes threw up a white flag at the snow rabbits ... the tide is changing. Our exile has been rescinded. Advance wishes to escort us home, and ... he assures we'll be greeted with parades and medals and ... bolster the confidence of all prey. He believes that our return will make the predators' realize our mettle. That we'll earn their respect and further ease tensions ... that we've been gone for so long that ... any lingering fury about us ... will have long dissolved."
There were eye-darts. There were blank gazes. Some staring at the table. Others fidgeting.
"I, uh ... I know this is our home. I mean, this ship is our home, but so is this planet ... we worked really hard to get here. We sacrificed a lot of ourselves to ... find and make a home for ourselves. We went through a lot," Wren said. "I know that ... and I can't ask any of you to leave here. I mean, Advance says one thing about going home, but ... by this point in time, I know all of us had given up ANY hope of going back. It was like ... dealing with a great loss. Our home, to us ... was dead. We grieved. We moved on. And ... to un-bury it and go back ... it wouldn't be the same. But ... it IS home. Our families are there. Our ... where we were born. Each of our species. Other furs. You know, it's ... I know the need for that is beating in our hearts."
There was silence.
Wren stood up a bit straighter. Whiskers twitching. Ears ... swiveling. His bushy tail flickered a bit, and he took a short breath. And sighed it out. "I was the first rodent captain, but I'm ... obviously no longer the only one, if Advance is any indication. So, I mean ... and Adelaide says he's telling the truth. So, I know it's safe to go back. But ... do we want to?" was his question.
"Wren," Field whispered, eyes watering ... unable to look at the squirrel ...
"Field," he responded ... sighing. Wishing he could hug the mouse. His friend. Oh, his friend ... the mouse welling up ... because he already knew Wren's personal decision. "I'm, uh ... " He looked to the others. "I'm going back." A weak shrug. "I mean, this is my ship. I'm her captain, and ... I love this ship. And ... they want her back in the fleet. I can go on missions again. Help my species again. Be a part of greater furry society again. Travel to worlds and ... it's what I've always wanted. To captain a ship and be in the stars, and ... you all know I've had the hardest time settling here. I've had the hardest time letting go. I ... they want me back. They want her," he said, of Luminous, "back. And I'm gonna go."
Rella whispered quietly, "I don't really need to say that ... I'm obviously going with you." She swallowed. Sitting next to her mate. Fishing for his paw. Squeezing it.
Wren nodded with ... gratefulness. Not that he'd doubted his mate would stick with him, but ... he hadn't wanted her to do it ... because she felt she HAD to. He wanted her to feel comfortable going back with him. And, from her quiet, supportive reaction ... she was. It made him feel better ...
"I guess ... you want our decisions, then?" Pyro asked. At a hush.
Wren nodded lightly. Squirrel tail flickering. "Yeah," he whispered back.
Quiet. Whisker-twitches ... tail-snakes ...
And Juneau, fumbling with her own tail, saying, "Um ... we're going, too. We'll go ... too," she said. Of her and Chester. "I tried. I've really tried. You know? To unplug myself ... but I can't. I'm an engineer. I wanna be on a star-ship." She looked to Chester.
The mouse nodded. "And if she's gonna be keeping this ship running ... I wanna be the one piloting it. Can't trust just any-fur, you know, to ... steer her." Whether the 'her' was Juneau or Luminous, it wasn't clear ... and though Chester loved nature, and had really begun to love it here ... his loyalty was to his mate. And he missed their little 'breaks' in the shuttle-bay. He missed ... having dinners in the mess hall. Missed that kind of life. That kind of regularity. That kind of routine ... that serving aboard a ship gave you. It ... it all didn't matter. He knew how badly she wanted to be doing her job again. And he supported her. And would go with her ...
More quiet.
"Well, uh ... " Denali was next. "You all know that I never really wanted to be the ship's doctor. I mean, Kody might've been a bit unhinged, but ... he's not the type I was ever gonna be good at truly replacing." A swallow. "Ketchy's ... gonna have a baby soon, and ... our baby. And ... I've seen what dangers lurk out there. And I know we'd be going home, and ... I mean, we would have the support of our home, the furry fleet, and ... we wouldn't be alone out there. I know that would make such a difference, but ... no, I can't. I can't go ... we can't," he said.
Ketchy nodded quietly. Saying, "We want to stay and settle. I love this place so much. And ... I'm one of those furs, you know, that ... I can't go back."
Wren nodded.
Ketchy squeezed Denali's paw ...
"I cannot go back, either," Assumpta declared. "Although the crew's banishment, the ship's exile ... is now rescinded ... my personal banishment from predatory society will never be revoked. Predators hold grudges. They tolerate things ... when they have to. But it doesn't mean they like them. The rift between predator and prey will never go away ... it is a natural dissonance. I am a fur ... caught between worlds. A predator who loves prey. Who wishes to be like prey. I have taken prey ... as my mate. I ... have been among you too long. To go back, I would ... it would bring things back to the surface that I do not wish to see again. I ... " A breath. "I do not wish to go."
"Neither do I," Azure whispered, joining his mate. "I mean, you all know that I had a ... well-off upbringing. But, here, life is humble, and ... there's something spiritual about that. I don't know. I just ... and I know the kind of pain Assumpta would be in if she went back home. And, to be honest, I would ... it would pain me, too. I mean, I feel my soul's become better ... by being here. I stay with my snow leopard. I love her."
Assumpta's eyes felt ... wetter. She blinked and ... stared at the table-top. She had never cried before in her life. She was not going to start now. Not in front of her friends.
But Field had no inhibitions about public crying, and ... the tears were streaming silently down his cheeks. He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his paws, speaking in quiet, airy sniffs. "Mm ... um, I ... I ... " He squeezed his eyes shut. I'm so damn weak ... but he couldn't help it. The emotional mouse ... had no family. Had left home without a family. And then had lost his home, too. Had lost everything. And ... had found it all. Had found it all again. In Adelaide. In the other furs. His friends. In the ship. In Luminous. In ... their journey. He'd found it all again, and ... it was so much better than before. A sniffle. He opened his eyes, which were reddened ... which darted. He lowered them, saying, with a deep, stabilizing breath, "I feel ... like I'm losing a part of my heart. Each of you that goes," he said, briefly looking up. "You're taking a part of my heart with you ... " His whiskers quavered. And he raised his nose to the ceiling, breathing deep. Sniffling. Lowering his head and continuing, "Keep that part of my heart with you ... please. Don't lose it." A sniffle-sob ...
... resulting in Ketchy starting to cry, too.
Assumpta watched the emotional display with an empathetic gravity.
Adelaide wrapped a pink, winged arm around Field, pulling him to her. The mouse leaning, eyes closed. Sniffling. Going quiet. And the bat continued for him, "I think it's, uh ... " She was feeling his emotions. All of them. On top of her own. "I, uh ... there's no question that Field and I are staying. Our daughter, and ... no matter what Captain Advance says, things back home aren't rosy. You know, it's ... all those wounds? All those strains? They didn't heal when we were gone ... the bulk of the power just happened to shift to the prey ... but how long will it remain that way? How long before the predators get angry enough to wrest it back? I ... the tension, and ... my species was hunted to near-extinction. We're not endangered anymore, but ... I have no family I wanna go back to. Neither does Field. Too much pain, and ... but ... we have a family here. In each other. And our baby, and ... " She realized she was rambling. "Field and I are ... religious furs. Artistic furs. This unfettered nature is ... such a medicine. Such joy. I ... I almost lost him." Her voice broke. "And, back when our mission first started ... he almost lost me." Speaking of the time Luminous had been surprise-attacked by space pirates. "And ... " A sigh. "I feel like I have to justify this ... with everything I can think of, but ... we want to stay. We don't wanna go," she said, stopping.
Field, nose in her fur ... not caring that he looked so dependent and submissive (for, after all, he WAS) ... he was biting down on his tongue ... to keep himself from obsessively-compulsively apologizing to Wren for not wanting to stay with the ship ...
Adelaide soothed her mate with pleasant mental waves. Trying to calm his breathing ... until he'd stopped sniffling. Until he sat up, holding his own tail in his paws.
"Guess that leaves us," Pyro said ... breaking the resulting silence. And he looked to Dotna. "The rest of you, I guess," he said, looking to his friends, "have strong reasons for wanting to stay ... or strong reasons for wanting to go. But I don't think me and Dotna have a strong case for either. I mean ... but, you know, I'm not even FROM this universe. I was adopted by this crew." The wolf flushed with gratitude. "I, uh ... I owe you furs everything." Quickly glancing around the room. And eyes resting on Assumpta, and ... darting away. Resting more comfortably on Dotna. "I've been through a lot. We all have ... but I ... I need to live again. To rest. I don't know."
Dotna nodded. "We'll stay," she said, finishing for him.
Wren breathed, slipping back into his seat. Nodding. Looking tired. "Alright ... if this room is any indication, I'm betting ... a good two-thirds will stay behind. A third will go back." A breath. The sunlight coming through the window ... warming his back. His tail. And he sighed. Closing his eyes for a moment. Breathing. Feeling Rella's presence beside him. And he opened his eyes. "The settlement will still need a chain of command." He looked to Field. "Field, I'm ... giving you a field promotion to ... Captain."
Field sniffled, smiling at the squirrel's cheesy pun ... knowing Wren had worded it like that on purpose. To get him to smile.
"So, you'll be the equivalent of the furry governor, as it were. A Captain ... with no ship. But ... you WILL have all four of Luminous' shuttle-pods. We can get more when we get home. No doubt we'll be polished in Space-dock and retrofitted and everything. You can use the pods to explore the rest of the planet ... or go into orbit. To move things. To just ... for power. Whatever. You'll have your own little fleet of pods."
Field smiled shyly ... having stopped his crying. Nodded quietly. "Alright," he whispered.
"Adelaide, I'm promoting you to full Commander ... the rest of you ... mm ... I can't give promotions to EVERY-FUR ... heh ... mm ... but I think all of you trust Field and Adelaide, and ... I think the settlement would benefit from their leadership."
The furs nodded ...
... gave Field smiles ...
... agreeing.
Wren took a breath. Nodded. "Okay," he said, smiling a bit. "So ... what else ... " He considered for a moment. "I'll leave you spare food processors, all the technology you'll need to keep the housing units up and running ... and, no doubt, furry ships may start passing through this system now and then. Might check up on you. If they're starting to map this part of space, but ... all the same, I wouldn't expect much traffic. This is still really far from home ... but you can be our deep-space furry outpost. Solstice is going to dump a class-three satellite in orbit. It'll allow you to send sub-space signals back home ... so, you have a tether to us ... if you ever need help. It'll take anyone a while to get here, but ... I mean, you'll be heard ... just ... " The squirrel trailed.
"What about the moles?" Pyro asked. "I caught a mole," he told everyone.
"Oh, I talked to him," injected Rella. "They were afraid of us ... they wanted to dig hollows under the settlement. Cave some of the housing units in. They were hoping to scare us away, but ... I talked with him, and ... let him go. Told him about us, and ... why we were here. And ... so, you should be hearing more from the moles. They've agreed to make an official first contact," Rella said. "Looks like you'll have some allies. They might be able to help you get through the winter, when it comes," she said. "But they're very prey-like, so ... I mean, once you get over any communication problems, and ... should be okay ... "
"What about our housing unit?" Pyro asked. "It's on semi-solid ground now!"
"They've agreed to fix it," Rella said diplomatically. "But ... you sort of freaked that mole out, Pyro. You'll have to be really nice to them."
"I'm always nice!" the wolf defended, red eyes sparking.
Dotna hid her smile.
Wren was out of his chair again. He padded about. Stopped. Went to Rella's chair, standing behind it. Paws on her shoulders. He looked at his senior officers and their mates ... taking a breath. Saying, "I, uh ... I've come to find," he said quietly, "over the past year and a half ... that the destination is so, so important. It's what we work for. It's what we live for. The destination. But ... as cliched as it sounds, you really can't reach the destination without journeying. The journey MAKES the destination ... worthwhile. And this journey we've been on together ... it's ... when we all reach wherever it is we're going. When we all get to whatever it is we're wanting. When we're older, and looking back, or ... when we're in heaven," he said ... " ... I, uh ... " He swallowed. Breathed deeply through the nose. "When we reach our destination ... or destinations. When we reflect back on the journey of life, I believe ... that our journey together will ring clear. Will stay sharp in our memory. Will shape us for years to come. Wherever our futures take us, and no matter what happens to us ... we'll always have the journey." The squirrel smiled ... with apprehension. With sadness. With ... anticipation. And he reached forward, extending his furry, brown arm ... and his clawed squirrel paw ... putting it out on the tabletop.
Rella stood ... putting her paw on top of his.
The other furs quietly picked up on the cue, and ... soon, twelve furry arms, twelve paws ... in a pile. And twelve sets of eyes (in various emotional states). Wren closing his eyes and whispering, "May God bless this crew ... Luminous ... means 'bright or shining ... especially in the dark' ... " A shaky breath. And he forced his eyes opened. Made himself look at all of them from so short a distance. The warmth they were all giving off ... so comforting. So hard to break from. Paws still in a pile. Still all touching. "But it's my honest belief that, though the ship is named Luminous ... it wasn't the ship that shined most brightly. It was her crew. You furs ... " A sniffle, and ... though captains weren't supposed to cry, Wren did, anyway. Quietly. Swallowing. A sniffle. A weak smile. And he finished the prayer with, "May the Holy Spirit protect us ... may our Savior bring us home. Wherever our homes may be ... " A pained breath. A lump in his throat. "Amen."
"Amen," Field echoed weakly ...
... and the other furs nodded, and ... echoing it back ...
... and the paws retracting, and ... the furs filtering. Starting to chat.
Juneau asking Ketchy to take care of her gurgle-goo (which she felt needed to say on this planet, its home).
Pyro trying to explain his over-enthusiastic capture of the mole ...
Adelaide nuzzling Field (who'd suddenly found a name for the settlement: Eveningland ... for evening was the promise of rest and hope ... after a long, weary day).
Wren watching them all.
The sun still coming through the window. The middle of a day. Still time. Still hope.
Nightfall.
Luminous hadn't yet left ... she would lift off in the morning, and ... with Solstice at her side, would warp for the six-week journey back home (at maximum speed). That's how remote this planet was ... Luminous, in its nomadic flight ... had ended up this far out.
It was after midnight, and ... Adelaide's eyes blinked open. And her feelers went out. And her paws physically felt beside her. Field wasn't there. And ... she sensed he was in the sparse living room. On the couch. And she slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Field's shirts ... and padding, half-bare, to the bedroom door. It swished open for her, and she paused in the entryway ... blinking the sleep from her eyes.
The mouse was on the couch. Akira (seven-month old Akira) ... in his arms. The mouse patting her back and, eyes closed, whispering her a lullaby ...
Adelaide listened ... throwing up mental shields ... so that the mouse wouldn't detect her standing there, watching him. Afraid that, if he knew she was watching ... that he would be too embarrassed to keep singing. She wanted to hear him sing ...
"Wouldn't be the first time ... love made a fool of me," the mouse whispered, in quiet, quiet sing-song tone. Singing an old lullaby ... a mouse song. Adelaide had heard the tune before, but never the words.
"Wouldn't even care," Field continued, holding his daughter warmly in his arms. She'd been crying. Adelaide had been so tired, and ... Field was a lighter sleeper. He'd heard her, and ... had come out here. Had tried to rock her to sleep. And had begun to sing her lullabies. The soft sound of his voice ... " ... but now you're here to see," he whispered. "It comes as no surprise ... just leave the light on ... "
Adelaide breathed slowly, quietly. Angular, swept-back ears ... lulled ...
"What I wouldn't give," the mouse whispered to Akira, still singing in quiet tune, "if you could have it all. The sun that's goin' down ... the bed that breaks the fall ... the cradle and the bough." A breath. "So ... you can take comfort now." Another breath. And he put his lips to the mouse-bat's forehead. Kissed softly ... her soft, soft fur. "You can take comfort now," he promised her.
Adelaide's eyes watered. Her vision blurred.
"Sometimes, a heart can break ... and make its own relief." A tiny, soothing squeak. "The way a cold, dark night," he sang, "invites the fire thief. He wants to show us how ... " Gently rocking the baby. Gently. "So ... we can take comfort now. We can take," he promised, "comfort now." An exhale. "Just leave the light on," was the sung prayer. "Leave the light on," he asked of God. Repeating, a final time, "Leave the light on ... "
Adelaide's quiet sobs ... her mental shield failing.
And Field's sensitive, dishy ears swivelled. He looked up, blinking. "Adelaide," he whispered. Flushing.
"Field," she stuttered. Walking weakly toward him. Knees wobbling. She sank next to him on the couch. Leaning her head on his shoulder, the tears dripping. She sniffled, trying to stop. "Field," she said again ... not really knowing what she wanted to say. Just ... saying, "Field ... "
The mouse's own eyes watered. Her crying was going to be contagious ...
She breathed, breathed ... and sighed deeply, opening his blurry eyes. Stopping, and ... smiling ... " ... darling," she whispered. "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked. Akira was now asleep in his arms. So gentle, reflecting each of them ... born of each of them. A result of their love. And evidence of ... hope and life and ... renewal.
"For just ... being you. Just being here. Just ... " A breath. "For everything."
The mouse flushed, gently giving the baby to its mother ...
... Adelaide, beaming, took her. Sniffled. "Hey," she whispered, fingers brushing the baby's sleepy cheeks. "Hey," she cooed.
Field, sitting beside them, watched them ... the both of them. The two most important femmes in his life. The two most important souls in his life. "I love you," was his easy, breathy whisper. "Both of you ... I ... love you," he repeated.
Adelaide's pink, feminine eyes met his mousey blue-greys, and ... she leaned forward ... gently tilting. Gently kissing.
His eyes gently closing.
And they parted ... and leaned their heads on one another. Until Adelaide stood ... and put Akira back in her crib. And went back to the couch. Extending a paw to her still-sitting mate. "Come to bed?" was her loving, soft request.
A shy, warm nod. And he took her paw.
And she led him to his rest. | FSE |
Title: Meeting Ed Harris
Tags: ed harris, actor, straight, limo, fangirl, fiction, fantasy, oral sex, autograph, hairy chest
When I'd first heard that my favorite actor, Ed Harris, was coming to my hometown to film a scene from Westworld, I'd pretty much thought of nothing else, only that a long-held dream of finally meeting him in person might be about to become reality.
I'd tried to get my best friend, Lexi, to come along as well, but she didn't share my enthusiasm for Ed. "He's old...and bald!" was her stock response. Sure, he's a good 30 years older than me, but that doesn't stop him from being hot! And plenty of bald men are hella sexy. Oh yes, I've loved Ed for a hell of a long time. It pretty much started over 20 years ago when I first watched a little-known movie on TV called Knightriders. Just watch the first five minutes of that and you'll see what I mean. What hair he lacks on his head he makes up for on his chest. Shit, the fantasies I've had about running my fingers through that chest hair! And don't get me started on Apollo 13...well damn!
A large crowd had gathered to watch filming take place. I heard that the crew were signing autographs and followed the crowd backstage. I wanted to go and ask Mr. Harris if he would sign something for me, but as usual, my crippling shyness prevented me from approaching him. I knew he was an incredibly intense sort of guy -- watching any of his well-known roles that became evident. Ed both scared and aroused me at the same time. I was content to watch him from a distance, as he stood, talked, laughed and mingled with the common folk of the town. He really took the time to meet people, which was so nice of him given that he'd just done a whole day's filming.
Slowly, the crowd began to thin out and the actors wandered off into small groups, signing autographs. I knew I should go and call for my ride home. It was getting late. Before I could leave, though, a shadow crossed over me and I glanced up in time to see a very familiar face smiling down at me, one brow raised slightly, "Are you waiting for an autograph?" he asked, with that silky, sexy voice of his. I could only blink and stare. He looked so handsome dressed in a white shirt and black slacks. His shirt was half unfastened, giving me a glimpse of that carpet of chest hair.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he teased, and touched my shoulder lightly, "Cat got your tongue?"
No, you have! I thought, feeling my face blossom into what I was sure looked like livid crimson blotches. Damn my fair complexion! "Um, no... I mean...sure...thank you!" Sure? Thank you? What the fuck, Katie? You sound...deranged! Ugh...
"I'm sorry," I said, as I handed him a 8 x 10" inch photo of him as Gene Kranz in Apollo 13, and watched as he held it to a nearby wall to scrawl his name across the front in black ink before handing it back to me, "I didn't mean to sound all...fangirlish..." I rolled my eyes at this and to my surprise, he laughed.
"Don't worry," he said, turning gracefully to wave at a group of people who were just leaving, "It happens more often than I'd like, actually." I'll bet! I thought. He was pretty much the star in several women's daily fantasies. Including, I thought with another blush, mine. I was watching him through the corner of my eye, not knowing what to say to him. I'd never been good at public speaking or talking with people in real life very well. Online I was the most talkative person you'd hope to meet. Social media was one thing. Real life completely another!
"Are you waiting for someone?" I heard him ask, and realized that we were suddenly nearly the only people left. Slowly, in groups or in twos, everyone had vanished. Save for a few people milling around a nearby trailer.
"Uhh...not really," I said, mumbling like a nervous little kid at their first day at school. He gave me a look with those intense blue eyes, "I know it's...a bit presumptuous of me, but I'm on the way to a little get-together," I blinked again and waited, not ready to believe what he was saying, "And," he went on, "Since you don't seem to have any plans...how would you feel about coming along with me?" How would I...? Was he serious? I could only nod before he reached across to take my hand.
"Sure!" I smiled, hoping I didn't appear too eager. After all, it wouldn't do for him to start thinking; "Oops, stalker material. Better ditch this one!" I followed him outside where his limo driver was waiting. A sudden rush of thoughts flooded my mind as to what the hell I was getting myself into here and was my name likely to end up on just about every gossip site from Gawker to the National Enquirer? Well that was a risk I was willing to take. I'd never been a girl who lived dangerously -- until now.
My town being the size it was, people pretty much kept to themselves. If a famous person showed up, most of the town members were polite enough to give him or her room to breathe. A few people gawped as we climbed into the car, and I saw one older woman hold up a smartphone before the door closed and the car began to inch forward.
Seated next to me upon the plush velvet upholstery, Ed appeared relaxed and at ease. It was a totally different Ed than I was used to seeing in interviews. He just seemed calmer right now than I'd ever seen him before. As if he was only free to truly be himself off-camera and out of the sight of the public. In fact, sensing my nervousness, he leaned over and began to tell me some of the most off-color dirty jokes I'd ever heard until I couldn't help but crack a smile and, covering my face with my hands, I erupted into giggles.
Ed didn't hold back on getting in a few digs at James Cameron, regarding The Abyss. "I thought discussing the A-word was off limits," I said, aware of the horrendous filming experience that movie had been and apparently he'd vowed never to talk about it. He made another quip about drowning and I couldn't contain myself.
"That's better," he said, once we'd stopped laughing, "We're not heading to a funeral. It's quite all right to laugh. Relax," he said, drawing one arm about my shoulder, "I won't bite you, you know!" Oh, that voice! How could he ask me to relax when he was doing things to me that even I couldn't explain. He asked my name then and I told him. Miracles of miracles not stumbling over my words! I had a really difficult time speaking out loud.
He drew away from me for a moment to look at me in the glow of the overhead light he'd switched on. I was wondering what he was looking at. "How old are you, exactly?" Oh, great. I was curious as to how long it would take before I was asked that question. The one question that everyone asks upon first meeting me. And, as usual, I couldn't help but give my standard response;
"Guess."
"Well, I am hoping for my sake you're over twenty-one!" I smiled at this, and raised my eyebrows. "Twenty-five?" he ventured and I shook my head. People have mistaken me for sixteen before. Between sixteen to early twenties. I looked extremely young and, depending on my mood, could behave either extremely young or my own age.
"Okay, I give up," he said, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture, his blue eyes twinkling, "how old are you? And no lies! I know how you women are!"
"Okay, no lies," I agreed, "I'm thirty-one." "I don't believe you," he said, as I knew he would. No one ever believed me when I told them my real age. "Seriously?"
I nodded, "Seriously. I can show you my ID if you'd like..."
"No, no," he laughed, "That's not necessary. You're pretty lucky you know. When you're my age you'll look years younger!" Ed reached out to the seat in front of us and pressed a button. I watched with interest as a mini-bar opened up and he offered me something to drink. I smiled but was at a loss as to what to ask for. He seemed to sense my discomfort and told me not to worry.
I didn't ask him what he'd given me. I didn't ask a lot of things. It was enough to be here, so close to him, in the warmth of the car on this pleasant March evening. I could really care less if we made it to the destination or not. I only wanted this ride with him to never end. I drank a bit more and felt the heat rushing to my face again. Something that happened whenever I drank, and began to feel a little bit light-headed. Part of me worried that an irate Amy Madison would be waiting to thump me when the limo stopped. I usually avoided reading celebrity news, but had heard rumours that Ed and his wife had separated on amicable terms. They had been together a hell of a long time and I'd been genuinely surprised at the news.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but I found myself blinking at him, smiling, my drink held halfway finished in my hand. I wasn't drunk, just a bit buzzed. I think the alcohol's effect enabled me to lose much of my shyness. I would never had reached out to stroke his face. I thought he would move away from me, perhaps catch my wrist and place it back onto my lap.
To my utter shock, and I must say, excited pleasure, he smiled, asking me if that had eased my curiosity. Hardly, I thought, but shrugged, instead, starting to apologize for touching him without permission. It was rude of me, I knew. "And such a...fangirlish thing to do," he said, using my word from earlier, and it took me a moment to realize he was teasing me, "Right?" I nodded, and he took my glass. "Good, I just wanted to be sure."
"Sure?"
"That you can't say I got you inebriated before attempting to seduce you Katie," he said, catching me totally off guard. It was the last, although I can't say I'd never thought of it, thing I'd have expected him to say to me. The very last! I didn't know what to say to this announcement and started slightly as I felt his hand upon my lap, his fingers squeezing the flesh of my thigh through the thin, dark material of my favorite skirt. "You're very attractive..." he said, near my ear, his breath a whisper to tickle my skin. I knew I was passable, but I'd never have called myself very attractive.
But, if Ed Harris wanted to believe so, who was I to disagree? I heard my own soft moan as he drew me towards him and nibbled lightly at the side of my throat. All I could think was, "Wow...this is totally...random..." But, oh, my God. His tongue was tracing circles near my ear as his hand began to drift beneath my skirt, drawing the fabric upwards to expose the peaches and cream of my thighs. I tensed and wondered if we should be doing this. He began to whisper in my ear words that made no sense, but which left me weakened and, yes, aroused.
I couldn't stop myself any longer. With a whimper, I gave into my own desires. After all when was I going to get another chance? This could never happen again, I knew. I drew my arms upwards around his neck and he lifted his mouth from my throat to capture my own in a soft, tender kiss that became more frenzied in a matter of moments. I met his kiss, powerful and experienced, with my own, less experienced one. My tongue joined his in a timeless dance trying to keep up with the pace he was setting. I was panting by the time we drew apart, and my cheeks burning from either the drink or my growing feelings of sexual excitement. We looked at each other for a moment.
Just for a moment. Blue eyes to soft hazel. I reached out and clutched his shoulder. I couldn't seem to get enough of his mouth, tongue and the taste of the drink on his breath. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt and I wanted it out of the way. Feeling his own hands begin to carefully undo the buttons of my own raven-hued blouse, I groped at his white shirt until it was unfastened, and that glorious thick chest hair of his was mine to explore at last.
I wriggled out of my blouse and tossed it aside. "Come here..." he said, softly, huskily, and guided me onto his lap with a press of his hand against my side. I shivered as I felt the hardness of his cock through his pants, and felt myself begin to dampen in response. I leaned back a bit as he kneaded my full breasts with his hands, bending forward to slide his tongue across my nipples through the silky fabric of my bra. Reaching around, he unhooked it and it drooped from my body, allowing my breasts freedom. He began to suck and nibble upon first one and then the other, causing my pink-tipped nipples to grow rigid and soft, sweet sounds to escape from my throat.
As I ground my hips against his own, I felt his hands drawing my skirt up higher until his hands touched the bareness of my ass. I caught the surprised expression which flicked across his face as he lifted his head from my breasts and said, quickly, "Don't ask!" before he could.
Knowing that the driver couldn't see, nor hear us...or at least, I hoped that was the case...he moved me from his lap and eased me down upon the seat. Thank goodness the limo's seats were large. My legs parted as he settled himself between them, and I met his mouth with my own passionately, feverishly, my hands trying to be everywhere at once. He trailed a series of wild, nibbling kisses across my chest, paying homage to both of my breasts until they were aching from his attention, downwards to flutter across my stomach. I felt him brushing my thighs a moment before he removed me panties, parted my wetness with a finger and dipped the tip of his tongue between the folds of my womanhood. I cried out and bit my lip, throwing my head back against the seat as he swirled his tongue across my clitoris, sucking and biting gently.
"Oh God, Ed..."
I couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly as I felt his tongue replace his fingers and he pressed it inside of my warmth. I writhed against him continued to taste me, sucking at my juices as I drew nearer to climaxing by the moment. Before I could come, however, he pulled away from me and, still stroking my sex tenderly with one hand, began to whisper within my ear all the silly little endearments women want to hear from a man. I felt myself clinch against the finger he'd pushed back inside of me, his other hand still stroking my clitoris, coaxing me to orgasm. I felt myself peaking and came with a sudden, body-shaking scream, trembling on my way back down, only to peak again as he had not stopped touching me; huskily telling me, over and over, that he wanted me to come again...and again...
I knew I wanted more. I needed more. I reached for him, groping for him until he laughed and seemed to take pity on me. He sat up a bit to undo his pants and I watched him pull his out his rock-hard dick. Every bit as impressive as I remembered -- ladies and gents if you've been lucky enough to see an old unedited VHS copy of Swing Shift, you'll know what I'm talking about. Ed reached between us while sucking on the side of my neck, to position himself at my entrance. Entering me slowly, I cringed a bit due to the fact that I knew he was large, but he was gentle, for which I was thankful.
"Are you all right?" Ed asked me, and I nodded, shivering, bucking my hips to meet his own before he relented, and with a groan, sunk his cock deep within my core. I convulsed around him, squeezing involuntarily as he began to be move inside of me, gently at first, and then faster, eagerly. As he pumped harder, he pressed my knees upwards to gain the deepest entry and I began to scream, cry and whimper all at the same time, my hands tugging at his shoulders, then clutching his face as I drew upwards to taste his mouth once more.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, slowing his pace as he turned from my mouth to dip his face into my hair near the side of my throat. I could hear his ragged breathing as I continued to meet his thrusts with my own. Biting down hard, suddenly, upon my neck, he sped up his thrusts and I felt him stiffen above me, his teeth digging into my skin as I felt him release his cum deep inside me.
As our mingled fluids seeped from my pussy, he breathed heavily against my ear and I slowly felt myself drifting back down to earth. I began aware of the limo slowing down and he sat up, reaching down to hand pick up my discarded bra. He handed it to me and I took it without comment. We dressed in silence, I used a few napkins from the mini-bar to clean up with.
"We seem to have arrived," I nodded, feeling the car's movement cease, and he said, "Ready?" Not in a million years, I thought, running my fingers through my hair. But I nodded, knowing I must look a sight with my eyes all wide and my cheeks all flushed.
"Don't forget this," he said grinning as he handed me the signed photo of himself from earlier.
I took it and he drew me from the limo, turning to greet someone rushing towards him with a hug and a peck on the cheek. Afterwards, I drifted away from him at the party, content to sit on the sidelines and watch, warmed by glow of the party, the drink I'd been offered upon arriving and the sheer magic of the evening. An evening that I knew, no matter how old I became, or how senile, would remain with me as my once in a lifetime encounter. | literotica |
*Caution : story contains derogatory statements and eventual comeuppance- character's shortsighted mindsets do not reflect my own in any way*
John was a poster boy for masculinity, huge muscles, a bristly short beard and stash, he drove a sports car and was on the winning side in all his highschool and college sports teams. That however did not help him when it came to finding a job after all that was said and done so he was in a rather sour point in his life, as janitorial work was the best he could find at the moment. When it came to pushing mops he was considered as good as anyone else, or lower by some arrogant passerby's, and he was used to being above the general people- his ego wasn't having a good time. Occasionally he would try to flirt with women who came into his workplace as customers but was met with giggles at best- none would take the flirtations of a janitor seriously.
His inner anger and the unfair judgements of others toward him because of his job did not go unnoticed. A beautiful woman quietly observed him through the large front windows of the office before slipping in and approaching John. He sighed, assuming she was a customer just looking for direction. Her hair was golden curls and her eyes a dark ocean blue, and her bust stretched her collar low enough to reveal a line of cleavage. She started with some less than subtle flirtation right off the bat, and John immediately seemed to brighten up, and looked like he was undressing her with his eyes. After spending his break time speaking with her, he asked if she wanted to go out with him for coffee after his shift ended and she agreed before slipping back out of the store. With a smile and nod to herself she hurried off to prepare for later.
In the middle of the afternoon John headed out, hoping the woman would be there on time- the last thing he wanted to do was to wait around outside his job longer than absolutely necessary. Sure enough she was there right on time- it looked like she had just arrived. They went to a nearby coffee place and started talking. John wasted no time getting his complaints off his chest, going into a long winded rant on his job. The woman took it in with good humor, understanding it was frustrating for him. When she did cut in finally to ask him about himself other than his job, he switched over easily enough but she still could barely get a word in! She tried to break it up by jumping in when she had a similar story but he always reverted to his own.
After a seemingly very long time, he reached the end of his coffee and stories. "So, what sorta things you into? Besides buff guys, heh."
She smiled and rolled her eyes. "And some girls too. But, I like a lot of-"
"Woah, wait, your lesbo?"
She paused for a moment, needing to process his butting in. "Uh, bi I believe it's called, I do very much still like guys. I like a bit of everything~"
John slowly pushed himself back from the table. "Woah. Uhm...sorry but I don't think this will work out."
She was just bewildered and wondering if he was kidding. "Why, because I have occasionally slept with other women?"
"Well, yea, but I just don't work around you sort of people. There is a fag at my work always trying to talk to me. I just know he's trying to hit on me or something, its fucking gross. Sorry, you're hot and all, but...".
John shrugged and walked away leaving the woman where she was alone. She was completely stunned by what he had said. Her face got progressively more and more red as it sunk in. By the time the server arrived asking if she would like the tab she could only nod to avoid venting her emotions accidentally. Even with her mouth closed you could hear her teeth grinding. Not only did John leave her, he didn't even pay for his own coffee!
A black sheep boy appeared in the seat where John had been sitting. "See, this is what happens when you try to be nice to people, Arcane."
Her iris momentarily flashed a golden color in fury. "Now isn't a good time Occult."
"Mmm, it is for me, that was mildly amusing. I think I am going to go mess him up a bit now."
"He's mine!"
Occult was surprised but then his smile returned and grew wider than before. "Oh my, I fear for the person who actually pisses you off. This will be fun to watch."
Early the next day John was actually woken up before his alarm went off, which would normally be impossible. He opened his eyes slowly, not wanting to move never mind get ready for work, but when he seen a petite woman with huge breasts standing by his mirror his eyes opened wide quickly enough. She had platinum blonde hair to her shoulders and baby blue eyes. Her breasts were probably E cups and since the rest of her was so petite they looked ridiculously massive! Best of all she appeared to be wearing only a shirt that was too big for her- one of John's shirts, and her rack was so big the front was lifted far enough out that he could see her mound in its shade. Her hair was a bit messed up as if she had just woken up as well.
She smiled and winked at him when she seen he was awake, but John spoke up first. "Uh...hi? Uhm....who...are you again?"
"Damn baby, you really were drunk last night huh? Bet you aren't hung over though right? I told you that stuff prevented hangovers!" She seen he was only more confused by that. "You got smashed since work called you and said you had the next few days off paid because of some accident there. Then you met me and, well...he he he."
She walked seductively to the end of his bed and started to crawl up on top of him. By the time she put her hand down by his crotch there was already a stiff rod waiting for her to use. She got no resistance from him when she yanked back the sheets to see his dick swing up to point at her crotch. She dragged her mound along it and when the glans popped into the soft flesh just under her clit she rocked a bit causing it to roll on the underside of her clit before she pushed her hip forward and slid down the shaft, taking it fully in one stroke. She rocked her hips back and forth several times before she started to bounce on him, but when she came down she came down hard. She hit hard for being so small! He actually had to ask her to let up a bit, and she explained that it was her large breasts. She also explained that she was able to change their size at will, and by request reduced them to half their size! She kept a close watch on him while she rode him, falling forward so her small hands were on his chest and her now small pert breasts were a foot off his face. On all fours her long full strokes turned to short and quick ones and when she seen he was likely ready to blow she slid off. He groaned but she only smiled and stood up off the bed.
"Hey...where do you think you're going?"
She giggled. "Well, I can't ride it like that."
His eyes followed her pointing to his crotch to see himself soft again. He was still very horny and needed to get off, but was completely limp, and he couldn't figure out why. The girl slipped out of the room while John attempted to revive his boner but could not. He felt weird in his head as well and he could not put his finger on it. His thoughts were slow and fuzzy, and his whole body felt off- like his body and mind had become slightly detached from one another. He tossed his housecoat over his shoulders and wandered out to find her again. She was in the kitchen buttering some toast. John quickly explained that his erectile problem had never happened before. When the girl turned to him again she looked different, but it was subtle enough that he had a hard time figuring out just what it was. A careful eye would have noted the presence of an Adam's apple. He looked at John allowing him to see her chest was totally flat now, though the man's nipples were visible poking through the oversized shirt. John asked why 'she' shrank them away completely and the man just looked at him confused, lifting the front of the shirt enough to reveal his average length but very thick penis hanging below.
Though clearly male now, the person's voice remained unchanged. "You must have been really hammered last night. You...really thought I was a woman? But I thought you were only into other guys?"
"W-what?! I...oh god, what? I am not into guys at all!"
The man looked hurt. "But you sure seemed to have fun last night..."
John vaguely remembered rubbing and touching the night before and in retrospect it did seem like a very good time, but he had no idea his partner was another male! With his thoughts so muddled he couldn't tell those memories apart from dreams either though. The man got together his things, got dressed and left without many words after that, and while John did not actually tell him to leave he also did not stop him. John was not sure he should have let him go, he was terribly confused with a lot of things. The one thing he did know though is in spite of his lack of turgidity, he was still very pent up feeling and needed to get his mind off it, now that he no longer had a partner. Had those blurred memories of the night before really been him? The body matched, even though it was clearly a guy. He would have been disgusted at such thoughts before, but having actually felt it he was having a hard time harbouring such feelings now. Was he actually bi? With a nod to himself, he decided that since the balls were not touching it would be fine- he didn't know it was male anyway. He got dressed and left with no particular destination in mind, just hoping a walk in the cold air would help him get his mind out of the gutter.
While walking in the frozen air of late January he encountered Larry from his job! He waved at him and quickly dashed across the street without even thinking of looking either way when crossing. He struck up a conversation that was quite possibly the worst attempt at small talk ever, with some painfully terrible flirtations. Larry was just confused, John always avoided him or gave him dirty looks, and now he was all friendly? The first thing Larry did was ask him what he wanted, assuming John was in some sort of trouble and desperate enough to ask Larry. John very awkwardly, after rewording himself mid-sentence several times, asked Larry in a very roundabout way if he wanted to go out. Larry was never secretive of the fact he is gay so there was no mistaking what John meant by going out, but it was so out of the blue that he had to ask to be sure, and look around for hidden cameras. Not only was being asked out of the blue like that a long shot, but John was less than nice to him before. Larry did not need to think about it for long to turn him down, shaking his head at the strange attempt before hurriedly walking away. John admitted to himself that his proposal was badly delivered, but he didn't know how to hit on other guys! He was a bit surprised at himself, he did it sort of on reflex. He cursed under his breath at the embarrassment of being turned down so bluntly by Larry. Being gay, if anyone could help John figure things out it would presumably be him, and if it turned out he isn't bi and it was just a weird happening- he could dump him.
In that thought though he realized he failed to get his mind off of last night, and was still very horny. He was fortunate enough to spot on the way back to his apartment, the boy from earlier was standing in a bus stop looking rather bored in the shelter. John wondered why the guy was standing so seductively when no one else was around but when he really thought about it- the guy was standing normally. On one hand he was weirded out that he was making that sort of mistake about a guy, but on the other hand, he was pretty feminine so it did sort of make sense. He did feel a bit bad about how the guy had to leave, and wanted to get to the bottom of last night. Most importantly though he needed to be rid of the pent up feeling in his groin! He approached the guy no less awkwardly as he had Larry, and very offhandedly apologised for earlier. Even though it was the cheapest excuse of an apology, the guy smiled anyway. John lead him back inside and asked a lot of questions about the night before- the resulting answers sounded like lines from an over the top fan fiction. John shook his head, still confused and admitted he didn't know what to do from here. The man smiled at him and told him to just get comfortable and let him be the guide.
The man pushed him back into a laying position, climbing on top of him and unbuttoning John's shirt with his teeth while unzipping his pants with his hands. John let him lead completely, only moving enough to let him remove the clothing. The man gently kissed his chest, working his way down, gently playing with his balls. First John tried to imagine him as a woman but figured at this point it didn't really matter. He blushed when the man gave his dick a few tugs but it still defied logic and failed to erect. The man shrugged with a smile and said it was a good thing then, that a male's pleasure center was elsewhere then. John did not much care for that idea, but was desperate at this point and reluctantly rolled over onto his hands and knees. The guy smiled, grabbing his butt and admired his soon-to-be prize. He entered slow and steady, pulled back slow, and then thrust in hard. John's face went bright red as he unintentionally moaned out loud. He had never tried anal of any sort so this was his first time having his prostate targeted. The mans balls slapped loudly against John's, and John just closed his eyes and focussed on the feeling. It did not take long for John to reach his much needed climax but the other man took several more minutes, and by then John felt like another climax was slowly on its way.
Panting, the man fell back onto his butt and John sat down on his, half turning toward him before speaking up. "That was crazy. I had no idea I was...you know."
"Heh, well if you never experiment, how would you know?" His voice was deeper and manly now as well. John's voice was lighter now because he was still out of breath a bit.
"Are you...? You became a lot more buff."
The guy looked himself over, confused. "What? I am the same as I have always been. Besides, you have only known me a couple of days!"
"But you looked sort of...feminine before."
"Uh, sounds more like you than me man." The man pointed past him to the mirror on the back of the door.
John looked at his reflection and seen it was true! His thighs were big and round like his butt, his pubic hair was clean shaven now and his skin much more soft looking. His facial hair was gone too! He looked more like the way the guy did, and the guy looked more like John had. He was tremendously confused again. Did he really always look like this? How could his appearance change? He stood up and walked up to the mirror to examine himself closer- it definitely was him in the reflection. Looking over his new figure turned him on again. The man crept up behind him and gently caressed his hips from behind, admiring the reflection himself over John's shoulder.
With his chin resting on John's shoulder he whispered into his ear. "Looks like your boner is cured. Why don't we put it to use?"
John moaned unintentionally and agreed. The man lead him back to the bed and laid back on the end of it. John was hoping he would lay the other way but found himself enjoying the view of his somehow still hard cock. When John moved to enter him however, the man held him back with one of his feet, talking in a diminutive tone, telling him he would have to earn it. He gave a slight motion toward his own erection implying John would suck it. The idea seemed gross and not at all something he would be caught dead doing before but the cock was very good looking, and John was terribly curious what it would feel like in his mouth so his hesitation was short lived. He pursed his lips and pressed down on the stiff rod, pushing on its purpling head with his lips several times before popping it in, tugging back a bit when his lips fell just past the corona and onto the shaft. He slid slowly farther down, rolling his tongue over the urethral bulge. John could feel the man's heart beat through the pulsing of the veins along the shaft. He went far enough down that the hot round glans bumped the back of his throat each time down. John thought about pulling off just as the man was about to cum, but when it started to pulse more violently and the glans hardened to its stiffest he couldn't bring himself to release the shaft, but instead pressed his face as far down as it could go- feeling the guys balls nestled around his chin. Rather than spit, he reflexively moved his tongue around to taste the first jet of hot sticky love, and when he found out it didn't taste that bad at all, he swallowed it all. The man pulled out when he was done, still connected to John by a sticky strand of ejaculate but John licked it up and gave the head of his cock another few finishing licks for good measure.
The man smiled and nodded. "Good boy, now show me how gay you are. Stick it in me- willingly stick your dick in another man."
John had a distant thought that he shouldn't do this but couldn't think of any reasons why not, and he wanted to get off again. He brought his cock up from down low to get under the lazy hanging balls and pushed into the guys hot pucker. He reveled in the feeling of the guy's hot sack slap against his crotch and the now chubby cock bouncing around with each thrust. John eventually bent over him placing his hands on the bed so he could feel even more of the man pressing against him. Even without the cock and balls within his vision he still seen them in his head, the motion was hypnotic. When he came, he came so hard his vision turned white for a moment, then he seen stars before finally fading back to normal.
The guy chuckled warmly and said he needed to step out for a moment, and went out onto the apartment balcony. John lay there on the end of the bed trying to catch his breath. He felt odd, but couldn't get his mind off cock, he wanted to eat more cum! When the guy came back in a few minutes later it was in the form of the girl John had seen back at his job! He was waiting on his knees on the foot of the bed like a loyal dog waiting for dick, but confused at the appearance of the woman who entered.
"H-hey, why did you step out?! Why are you a woman? Turn back, I want more!"
She raised a single brow. "Uh, I stepped out to smoke a fag, and what do you mean why am I a woman? I have always been..." She smiled, thinking he must be joking.
"You were...a guy?"
"Uh, damn you must have been real drunk. I didn't think you were...one of those bi people."
"Huh? I am...I am not bi, I am gay! Be a guy again, this isn't funny!"
"Woah, OK well, I am a woman, and, now I am a woman leaving. Have fun with whatever weirdo fantasies you want by yourself, fag." She was quick to leave, and slammed the door behind her.
John's eyes glazed over and his heart ached. Why did she say those mean things? What happened to the buff hunk he was with only a few minutes earlier!? Larry turned him down earlier as well- where was he going to get dick now? He wanted more! To fill his hands, mouth, butt- to rub his own shaft against another, he wanted to be buried in dick! Suddenly he let out a long moan as a strange feeling came over him. His whole body felt tight, inside and out, and his penis felt...hungry? He was terribly dizzy and fell to all fours, but not before noticing he was actually getting shorter. His skin seemed to tighten and become even more smooth, and all the inward pressure on the rest of his body reversed onto his chest. The result was immediate- his nipples became bright pink and stick out more erect than ever before and circles of fat formed under them, his lost mass finding a new home as fat on his chest. They grew so quickly they obscured his vision of his penis and balls shrinking and pulling up into his body. The 'hungry' sensation in his genitals became too much and he reached back to press his hand onto them only to find an actual opening to stick his fingers into where the indent between balls was. His actual balls had retreated into him and his scrotal flesh pinkened and fused to either side into plump labia. Foreskin became the hood as his glans became a clit and his shaft inverted to form the muscle ribbing of the vaginal passage as he became a she. It was only when she sat up to examine herself better that the sheer weight of the huge breasts made themselves apparent, and she noticed her now much, much longer blonde hair. She had been turned completely into a woman? But wasn't she always a woman? She had a hard time remembering, but she did know she needed to find some thick man meat!
Arcane took her hand off the other side of John's door once she was done. Occult just shook his head at her from the other side of the hall. "Aww, so close."
Arcane cocked a brow at him. "What's that supposed to mean, sheep boy? I gave him all he had coming to him."
Occult shrugged. "Maybe, but you folded at the end. He was figuratively boned at the end if you left him male because the only gay male he knew already brushed him off like the flake he is. You made him female, now with those party-sized fun bags he can pick up whoever."
"Yes, and her unquenchable hormones will make sure she does, and I have made her abnormally fertile."
"Oh..." Occult let that sink in a moment. "Oh my, that is evil. Sometimes I forget you were the one who taught me this stuff." | yiff-extreme |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, blowkiss, decompression, revenge
Text: Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface. That was part of the thrill. Free diving on the world stage was daring, dangerous, exciting. Risky. Nine hours in a steel box with only a bare cot and a jumble of spare tanks and fins for company was none of those things.
Still, she had to smile a little. When her sponsors had trotted her out in that revolutionary new wetsuit, they were all about slogans and safety margins, cutting-edge science and national pride. A girl could survive a meteor strike wearing it, they'd said, and Fleur had to believe them. The tight weave seemed practically bulletproof. And thought it left her movement unimpeded, some thing or other about the way it squeezed her body was supposed to make the bends a thing of the past. Naturally, then, she accepted it, not as some boring safety measure, but rather as a sleek red license to push the limit flatteringly trimmed in blue and white. And push it she had. She liked to think she really could have snatched that record right back from her stupid, smug competitor – Natali's face swam before her, the bane of her competitive career, the stupid smug look she gave as the press swarmed around to play up the rivalry – if her ascent balloon hadn't torn open 180 meters beneath the surface. She'd made it up on emergency air without dying horribly, though, which was a miracle in itself, even if it meant almost half a day lounging about and waiting for the tortuously slow decompression cycle to finish. Just in case, of course, they told her as they sealed the door between them.
She lay back on the cot, closed her eyes and sighed again. She dreamed of tomorrow's cool, blue depths. Imagined herself sliding into the light-starved abyss, leaving Natali floating jealous in her wake. She cracked an eye suddenly open, looked around – had something moved? Probably, she decided, looking pointedly at the pile of equipment she was pretty sure went against one code or another. And on the subject of legalities, was there even anyone else still on the boat? The captain himself would be out on shore by now, unless that one night had been a particularly lurid dream. Not that she really cared about rules and regulations. She sighed again, a lungful that would fill a phone booth at normal pressure, and flicked her eyes over to the nearest gauge out of habit. Not a hair under twelve atmospheres. No surprise there. But - was it her imagination, or had it actually inched backwards since she last gave it a glance?
No, she thought, that was just the boredom speaking. She felt like a student again, sitting in school and swearing they'd invented clocks that jumped back five minutes whenever you looked away. She closed her eyes again and she heard another movement, except this time it was loud enough to recognize a faint, echoing quality that meant it wasn't coming from inside the chamber. Another glace at the gauge, and – twelve and a quarter? She sat up, legs hanging off the cot. "Is someone there?"
No answer but another muffled clink. "Who-" she paused, closed her mouth and listened. Something that wasn't a tap or a clank. So quiet she felt it more than heard it, but it picked gradually up. When she could hear it properly she recognized it easily as the slow, subtle hiss of rushing air. She stood and walked over to the equipment in the corner, but none of it seemed to be leaking. The dial on the wall was pointing to thirteen now. That was too much. Way too much. A leaking scuba tank couldn't do that. Her pulse picked up as she called out again, but the only response was a freshening hiss. There was no doubt now, the chamber was refilling, taking in air until it was back up to where it had all started. Had the cycle somehow reset? She checked the panel of buttons and levers on the wall, but she didn't know quite where to start. She wasn't a techie. She was a rising star, the diving prodigy, the Blonde Beauty, the French Mermaid. All she could really tell was that the needles on the pressure gauges were moving backwards, and that they weren't moving slowly. Fourteen atmospheres, they showed, then fifteen, then seventeen. That was... she recalled the simple conversions she'd learned. Diving ten meters was equivalent to adding one atmosphere. One atmosphere worked out to about fifteen PSI. She watched the needle push past eighteen and keep on moving. That was 180 meters, right? That's where it had started, where it should have stopped. But the needles kept on moving. Nineteen, twenty atmospheres. She looked down at herself, slid a trembling hand down the front of her wetsuit. That meant 300 PSI inside the chamber. Inside her. She could blow a Macy's parade attraction up like a party balloon with all the air inside her body. Half the gauges were maxed out now, the rest well on their way. There had to be some malfunction. She traced her fingers around the knobs, over various buttons and half-legible labels, but before she could work up the courage to touch anything, a deafening silence fell over the chamber and with it, a palpable sense of relief. Someone was getting a talking to once she got out, but-
Squeeeaak.
She turned to the door and then quickly back down to the panel, where a bright red light winked on and off above a label that sent her heart pounding: Manual Vent Engaged. "Wait! Stop!" she shouted, running to the door, but it was already too late. From the corners of the chamber came a violent hissing, and in moments she could feel the pent-up pressure billowing up inside her as the atmospheric pressure dropped. She gulped it down, but didn't dare to try shouting again lest the blast of escaping air rip her lungs to shreds. Her cheeks reddened and her chest heaved. A familiar pounding rose in the back of her throat, the throbbing sensation of holding in your breath when you desperately wanted to breathe. The sensation began to spread, pulsing in her chest, leaking out to fill her whole body. The rush of venting air grew louder, it wasn't enough to drown out her panicked whimpering.
How much more was there to go? She couldn't tell. Her legs didn't seem to want to work. She pressed her hands to her stomach, squeezed her arms against the balloon that seemed to fill inside her. How many atmospheres was the suit rated for, again? Up and down her body it squeezed her, growing tighter, ever tighter. The material beneath her fingers seemed stretched, taut and smooth and... round? She pulled her arms away and looked down. What she saw made her eyes go wide – but not nearly as wide as the rest of her. Her breasts pushed out before her like two slick, red watermelons, her stomach a graceful curve between them. Even as she stared she could feel the suit tightening, hear the hollow gurgle inside herself, watch the watermelons ripening. Her initial impression had been wrong, she realized; there was no balloon inside her. She was the balloon.
Larger and larger she grew as the densely-packed atmosphere drained away, causing the air trapped inside her to bubble up like uncorked champagne. Her cheeks were near-spherical, belly like a bright red exercise ball. She stumbled, threw her arms stiffly out in a bid to stay upright, but her legs were sluggish, her balance disrupted by her newfound girth and the steady rocking of the boat. She took a clumsy step back and lost her footing. As she impacted the hard metal floor she felt her whole body thrum with a noted like a bass drum.
She bounced once, still vibrating, and came to rest on her back. She stared up at the drab ceiling, watched from the corner of her eye as her stomach made a concerted bid to reach it. She waved her limbs uselessly, but she knew she couldn't move, couldn't sit up, couldn't lift herself to reach the panel on the wall to stop the evacuating air.
There seemed to be no end to the air blossoming up inside her. She was filling out like a life raft, every two atmospheres' difference pumping her body tight as a car tire. Her ballooning thighs pushed slowly apart, swollen arms spreading out like smooth red sausages, her entire frame blowing up until she seemed to fill half the chamber. It felt as if she'd swallowed a whale. Her wetsuit stretched ominously, staccato snaps filling the air. Her limbs didn't seem to want to move. Any moment now the stitching would give way, the wrong seam would fail. A single rip, that was all it would take, and then the suit would tear away and the building pressure would blow up her naked body like a bomb. She closed her eyes, felt sweat running down her temples, a throb in her chest...
Squeeeaak.
The door to the chamber gave a metallic clank and swung slowly open, venting the last bit of pressure with a hiss. She looked over her spherical belly, which groaned at the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure, and her eyes met a sight straight out of her nightmares.
"You just don't know when to let go, do you?" Natali purred and smiled, tossing her velvet hair, letting it fall back over olive-skinned shoulders and frame her rosy cheeks. "Two... accidents in one day. What's a girl to do under all that pressure?"
Fleur gave a little squeak, tried to scuttle backwards, but she only wobbled pitifully. Natali gave a loud, short laugh in response. One word played over in Fleur's mind, that one exquisitely emphasized word, underlining the sudden revelation that there had been no unplanned malfunctions after all. Dread filled her like hissing air as Natali sauntered forward, a tight yellow-and-green bikini clinging to the athletic body that was cresting the horizon of Fleur's enormous stomach.
"But then again," Natali continued, tracing a finger around the diving knife still strapped to one leg, "Isn't pushing limits half the fun?"
She walked across the chamber, moving closer until Fleur lay entirely in her shadow. In one smooth motion she slid forward, mounting Fleur's swollen stomach like a rodeo rider, naked thighs spread wide. Fleur whimpered, cheeks burning red as the new weight squeezed her overfull body. Natali grinned mischievously at her discomfort, squeezing her legs, sending a pulse of pressure through Fleur that seemed as if it might push her over the edge. Laughing again, Natali drew her knife and lowered it like a pin towards Fleur's balloon belly.
No no no pleaded Fleur silently, but she was completely at her rival's mercy. She watched the point of the knife inch closer – she closed her eyes, waiting for the worst – several long seconds passed. She opened her eyes again to see it skim a hairsbreadth from the taut red fabric, wandering out over the vast expanse of her body, exploring the trim of her suit, poking ever so gently at the seams.
"But I forget my manners," Natali said suddenly, slipping the knife back in its sheath, flashing a smile that only increased Fleur's distress. "I never said hello, did I?"
She leaned in, prostrating herself over Fleur's voluminous frame, propping herself up on hands pressed against firm watermelon breasts. Closer still she lowered her face until only her gripping legs kept her from sliding forward off the slope of Fleur's stomach.
"Bonjour," she said when their noses nearly touched and kissed Fleur softly on each cheek. She grinned mischievously, staring triumphant into pleading eyes inches from her own. "Et au rev-"
With strength of desperation Fleur struck, adrenaline fueling her swollen arms as she brought them up and wrapped tightly around the back of Natali's head. Natali jerked away, trying to push herself free, but Fleur held on, squeezing ever harder, drawing her closer until she could nearly feel the soft touch of lips against her face. With a final heave she pulled Natali in and covered her lips with her own.
She blew.
The rush of air that blasted forth was so massive, so rapid, that she feared for a moment that her throat might tear. Her wetsuit squeezed like a giant hand, forcing the air out of her body, and Natali was the squealing, helpless receptacle for every last bit of it. Even as Fleur paused to gather herself for another heaving exhalation the balance of pressure worked to correct itself, gushing down Natali's throat like a firehose. Natali was nothing more than an expanse of swelling olive skin, whimpering and groaning and puffing out so rapidly it was a wonder she didn't simply burst then and there.
Fleur continued her assault with vigor. Her wetsuit still stretched drum-tight against her enormous girth, but it no longer creaked and crackled and threatened to give way at any moment. She reveled in the sensation of her own deflation, but even more satisfying was the feeling of Natali's belly ballooning out against hers, the short, loud rip that sounded as the knife burst off her swollen thigh. A fire burned in Fleur's chest, kindled by fear and humiliation, whipped into a blaze by the desire for vengeance, the feeling of power. All but one thought was lost to her as she filled her flailing rival until her belly swelled out round as her own. One goal: she was going to pump every last bit of air into Natali that she could handle, and then keep on going.
Natali's bulk was enormous now, pressing down on Fleur like a small whale. Fleur's limbs were loosening as the air left her body, limbering up, regaining their strength and flexibility. Without warning she broke the kiss and heaved upwards, forcing Natali off of her before she became too difficult to move. They rolled over another, jockeying for position, but Natali's pressure-stiffened arms and legs were no match for Fleur's returned mobility. They skidded over the smooth floor, scattering piles of equipment like two enormous bowling balls, finally coming to rest against a cold metal wall. Natali was propped half-upright, Fleur leaning in on top of her. Fleur smiled, touching Natali's cheek as she tried to turn away, met her panicked eyes as she locked lips and resumed her inflation.
The air flowed less violently between them now, but Fleur's fervor was undiminished. Relentlessly she squeezed her body, pouring all her hatred, all her fear and anger, right down her rival's throat. Natali squeaked pitifully, but it was worse than useless. Fleur pressed on despite the feeble protest, strengthened in spite of it, extracting twisted satisfaction from every inch her rival swelled beneath her.
Soon Fleur was nearly back to normal size, but still she squeezed with all her might, working herself like a pump. Slowly the last few breaths came, Fleur now fighting uphill against the pressure, feeling Natali's taut, creaking skin rising in response until she was swollen, immobile, as tight and round as Fleur had ever been, her cheeks bulging like oranges and her arms and legs spread out comically.
When Fleur could force no more past her rival's lips she slid smoothly back onto the floor, standing before Natali's spherical frame and scanning her up and down with a satisfied smile. The pressure inside them was finally equal, though it seemed strange to think it; Natali resembled little more than an olive-skinned beach ball while Fleur, wrapped in the grip of her space-age wetsuit, simply looked a bit curvy. She slid a hand appraisingly down her front. Enough air inside her to burst someone like a tick under normal pressure. Well - she flicked Natali's belly, producing a panicked squeal and a sharp, reverberating note - almost. She looked down as something cold and heavy rolled against her ankle – a spare tank of air knocked over by their struggle. Well, she thought, she knew how to fix that.
Picking the tank up in one hand, she grabbed the hose with the other and set it all upright before Natali with a little metal clank. The valve squeaked open easily in her grasp and the hose jumped in her hand, hissing over Natali's protests as Fleur flashed a wicked grin.
Natali's eyes widened, her eyebrows a pleading arch. She shook her head desperately, managed a pitiful "Hmm-mmn! Mmmn-mm!" Fleur leaned forward, toying with the hose, shooting a jet of air over Natali's cheeks, blowing back her hair. Still grinning, she met her distended rival's eyes and then pushed the end of the hose between her own lips.
Fleur felt her chest rise again, cheeks bulging at the blast of pressure, but she bit down hard, riding out the initial shock until she was groaning not with fear or discomfort but with gleeful anticipation. She closed her eyes, shutting out Natali's flailing limbs to concentrate on the air swirling inside her, on the feeling of her body pushing out against her suit. Her stomach rounded slowly out again as her internal pressure climbed, breasts plumping and thighs expanding. Seconds ticked by. After a short while she opened her eyes and looking down at herself, traced the curve of her belly with one hand. Enough air beneath her touch to pop someone like a cheap balloon. Definitely.
She turned shut the valve on the tank and let the hose drop from her mouth. One step forward and her plump form pressed into the sphere that was Natali. She leaned in, half-climbing onto her, watching her rising panic with relish. Giggling, she kissed her on each swollen cheek, and then with one last look at her desperate expression, she locked her rival in a kiss and blew once more.
Natali waved her sausage arms, kicked her balloon thighs, struggled with all her might, but Fleur hardly even noticed as she pumped one long breath down her rival's throat. Natali was helpless against her power, swollen to her quavering limit and forced even fuller. She trembled and throbbed with the exhalation, her very skin singing like overstretched rubber. Every inch of her stretched drum-tight, fighting to contain the blimpfull of air crammed inside her.
Fleur began to blow once more, and Natali knew she could hold no more. For a moment she teetered on the brink, body pulsing rhythmically, cheeks flushing crimson with the effort of fighting the straw she knew would break the camel's back, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. A little squeak sounded as the final puff entered her, and then an enormous, echoing bang.
Fleur blinked her eyes, massaging the spot where her head had impacted the wall. Tiny shreds of green and yellow swirled around the chamber like snow, settling gradually over the floor. She stared at the spot where Natali had exploded, replaying the moment in her mind's eye. Her pitiful moans, that delicious little squeak as she tried to hold it all in, the way she trembled as she was pumped too full, trembling and finally bursting like a party balloon. Slowly Fleur smiled, and then she grinned. How's that for pushing limits? she thought, watching the drifting tatters that were all that remained of her former rival.
| bodyinflation |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation
Text: Kamiko was a girl without any family or friends to speak of. She had silky long black hair tied into a long elegant ponytail and had a slightly muscular yet busty build. She was taken into custody at birth by a rice farmer and raised as one of his own children. His name was Yoshiyuki. He was a kind man who was never married, but he always took in orphans not only to have them work on the fields and help him, but just to feel the joy of raising young people into great adults. He had at least seven young girls working for him, ranging from the ages of 11 to 22. Kamiko was the oldest one. All of them were given food, drink, and a place to sleep, and they all adored Yoshiyuki as a father. Unfortunately tragedy struck on day where Yoshiyuki fell ill and died. His girls tried to nurse him back to health, but the disease was too powerful, even for a strong hardworking man like Yoshiyuki. All the girls were saddened by his death, but they tried to keep the rice fields running. Unfortunately the weather was bad during the rice harvesting season and the crops did not grow as expected. The failure of the crops grew so bad that the girls had no choice but to sell the rice fields. They managed to get adequate money since the man who bought the fields from them felt he could do something with them of good value, so the girls split up the money and went their own ways to find opportunity.
Kamiko had always been interested in martial arts. She tried to learn from strangers walking on the roads near the fields, and even tried to join a few dojos. Unfortunately the work on the farm prevented her from pursuing any form of martial arts. She was saddened by the death of good old Yoshiyuki, but she also knew she had an opportunity to finally do what she wanted to. She tried many dojos for various martial arts, but unfortunately many of them turned her down, many on the basis of her being a girl. Some that did accept girls were just too full to accept any more students. Angered by the sexism and limited opportunities she started traveling towards Nara, through a bamboo forest.
While shifting through the long sturdy trunks of bamboo, she came across an old abandoned shrine. It looked livable, and she needed a bit of rest before she got to Nara.
"I heard that there were some dojos taking women students in. I could hurry, but I don't to tire myself out. They might want me to do some exercises to prove myself to them and I don't want to disappoint them.", she thought. She lay down on the hard dusty floor within the large hall of the shrine and wrapped the blanket around herself that she carried with her. "Funny, this place looks somewhat well kept, despite being abandoned. Oh well, it must have been deserted recently.", she observed. Shortly thereafter she went to sleep.
When she woke up, she had quite a surprise waiting for her. A middle-aged woman was looking at her straight in the face as she woke up. She was wearing a white robe and red hakama. She sort of looked like a Shinto priestess, but her long jet black, long regally styled hair and somewhat fierce looks suggested otherwise.
"Wha, what!? Who are you?" Kamiko exclaimed.
The woman drew a katana out of a sheath within her robe and planted the tip neatly under her chin.
"Any wrong moves or words, and I'll plunge this blade through you. What are you doing here?"
"I, I..." Kamiko stuttered. Frightened that the crazy woman ronin could kill her in a heart beat.
"Look, just answer my questions and I won't hurt you..."
"Okay, I, I, I just came to rest for the night."
"What are you doing around this dojo?"
"D, D, Dojo!? This is a dojo!?"
"Yes, unofficially you could say. But it is of no importance to you."
"Actually, it, it is."
"What?" The elegant lady exclaimed.
"I'm going to Nara to look for a dojo to train at. I want to learn how to fight."
"Is that so? Pah! Good luck! You'll never find any openings there!"
"But, I heard they were taking women there!"
"Hmph! They have a bunch of chauvinist swine there! Just like anywhere else! I imagine you have been turned down many times, just for having breasts and a curvy figure!"
"Yes."
The woman drew back her sword.
"Well, you are not going to find many opportunities in Nara, if not anywhere else in the land. Maybe you should try your chances here."
"Here? What do you teach?"
"I teach a special martial art. One that only I know and practice, and nobody else knows it."
"R, really? How special is it?" Kamiko inquired.
"Oh it is a amazing art which I have devised. And it looks like I have found my first pupil."
"Is that so? Nobody else has taken your offer?"
"Well, I actually have had young girls much like you come by, who were eager to learn. But unfortunately they were not up to it. They did not like what it involved."
"Is it a tough art?"
"You could say that. But I have confidence that one you learn it and see its advantages, you can learn to like it and use its strengths to your advantage. Despite what it may do to you."
"I am willing to take on this challenge."
"Really? Hmmph! All the other girls said that, and they went back to their mommies, crying like babies."
"Well, what could make them hate this art so much?"
"How about I show you. Here, let me get something for you to put on."
The lady went into another room to fetch something. Kamiko just sat there on the hard wooden floor bewildered at what was going on. She was excited that this woman had an art to teach her, but she was unsure what it was.
The lady returned with a strange shiny blue garment. It looked rubbery and thin while dangling in her arms.
"Here, go into a room and put this on."
"These are clothes? They look strange."
"You need to wear them for what you're about to learn. The power of my technique is something that ordinary clothes cannot endure."
"Well, I might as well try it on. I hope they are not too embarrassing to wear."
"Nobody said that you had to be a fashion queen in order to be a kunoichi"
"Kunoichi? You going to make me a lady ninja?" Perkily remarked Kamiko.
"Yes, a 'type' of kunoichi. Now go and change!"
Kamiko went into a room on the far end of the dojo to change. After a few minutes she came out. She was wearing a dark blue skin-tight bodysuit that covered her entire body except for her head. It had a slight shiny luster and looked rubbery.
"My this is a strange garment. It sort of feels like rubber, like balloon rubber."
"Ah, that is the point! Now here comes the next step."
The lady took out a small round spherical pill the size of a penny.
"Swallow this please."
"You're not trying to poison me, are you!?
"For goodness sake, no! Quit worrying and just swallow it. You are not going to get poisoned!"
"Okay."
Kamiko looked at the pill with a suspicious look on her face, but she decided that it looked innocuous enough to eat so she popped it into her mouth and swallowed it whole.
"Very good"
A few moments passed, Kamiko did not feel any different.
"Is something supposed to happen?" She remarked
"It takes a minute, it should happen right around now." Replied the lady.
Kamiko suddenly grunted and twitched a bit. She felt this strange feeling in her stomach.
"You, you did poison me!"
"No I didn't! Those are the effects you should feel!"
"What, what is happening to me?" Cried the despaired Kamiko.
"Just relax." Replied the woman.
She noticed that the feeling in her stomach felt like a growing pressure, as if something was building up inside her. Sort of like how she would get gas from eating too many sweet beans.
"I'm filling up with something inside me! Is this power? Strength, what?"
"No, just gas."
"What!?"
Kamiko then noticed that her belly had started to distend, and the sound coming within was a slight hissing sound.
"I'm, blowing up like a balloon!"
"That is the point, yes."
"But why?"
Kamiko's stomach swelled to the size of a 7-month pregnant woman. Then the gas within started distributing to her arms and legs, causing them to swell up.
"Well, this is what my method of martial arts entails."
"Being a balloon!? Please stop! I feel like I'm going to pop soon!"
"You will not! Do not worry!"
Kamiko's body had already swelled to well-rounded proportions. Her arms and legs were about as thick as large logs and her midsection had already ballooned to the size of a large beach ball. Her breasts grew as well, being the size of basketballs perched upon her expanding belly, but they were beginning to be absorbed into her inflating body. Her hands and feet had puffed up too, and her cheeks started to look blown up as well.
"No! Noooo! I need help!"
Kamiko started to waddle around, her legs, arms, and butt-cheeks squeaking like taut latex balloons being rubbed together. She felt really embarrassed at her bloated appearance. Her appendages were being absorbed even further into her expanding girth, making it almost impossible to move. Even her bloated hands could hardly close normally.
"Quit panicking! The tight rubber suit you are wearing will keep you in one piece! It allows you to inflate like this!"
"But why!? Why must you inflate me like this?"
"This is the test! To see if you are ready for this!"
Kamiko then realized that no matter how horrific she might look being turned into a human balloon, she had to show this lady that she could handle it. She had not seen many opportunities with any of the major dojos she has visited, and this might be her only chance to learn something. No matter how weird it might be.
"I'll show you! I can handle being a balloon!"
"Well, show me then!"
Finally, Kamiko's expanding body finally absorbed her arms and legs to the point of them being totally useless. They were now just flipper-like appendages poking out from her sides, her feet did not even touch the ground anymore. Her mammoth round balloon of a bottom was the only thing that touched the ground. She could only slightly flap her bloated and squeaky arms up and down, with her puffy hands opened permanently. The lady admired how the once slim girl was taking her transmogrification into a large gaseous mass better than the other girls who stepped up to the challenge. Patches of pink blush appeared on poor Kamiko's puffed-up cheeks.
"Mmmmmmph! Cambt! Sbaeek!"
"No need to my balloon girl. You're doing fine for now."
Finally the hissing sound slowly stopped and Kamiko was now fully inflated. She was at least twelve feet wide and tall. She looked just like a round blue shiny balloon with four stubby protrusions that were once her legs and arms. Each hand and foot looked like mini-balloons inflated to one foot in diameter with five little round plump fingers or toes. Her cheeks were blown-up to about four inches in diameter each, and her breasts were just two large domes sitting on top of her large spherical body in front of her face. On her back you could see a short, slight crevice, her butt-cheeks were mostly absorbed into her spherical body, but a bit of her cleavage was still intact. The morning sunlight in the room made her have a slight shiny luster like a big heavy latex balloon.
"Ahhh, looks like you are full now my dear." The lady proudly confided.
Kamiko felt horrible, but she was willing to endure this humiliating treatment to reach her goal of being taught a fighting style.
"So, do you think you want to go on with this? And learn the mystical art of the Fuusenkunoichi?"
She thought a couple minutes, really wondering if she wanted to do this. Blow herself up like a child's balloon for her profession. But she could tell by the seriousness in the lady's eyes that there was some sort of strange fighting art in her method, and she was willing to find out.
"Mi shallbfb." She muffled out.
"Ahhh, looks like I've finally found a girl adventurous enough to learn what I have to teach! And I thought all girls these days were sissies! Ah hah hahh hah hah!"
"So, how sfhall I defrabte myselb?"
"How shall you deflate yourself? Well, that comes with what I'm about to teach you! But first you'll have to learn how use your inflated body to your advantage!
Kamiko felt a shroud of despair fall over her. This was not going to be easy.
| bodyinflation |
Aria was a sprite of a woman in her third year of highschool, only weeks from graduation. Her shiny black hair was tightly bound in a braid nearly to her butt, but it was the only thing big about her. She was a bit scrawny, quite short, and her breasts were no more than bug-bites in size, but she was still good looking. Her grey-blue eyes hid her surprisingly vengeful nature, as well as her knowledge of great powers. Earlier in the year, her friend Mel uncovered two harps hidden in the mountainside that could control nearly anything, as well as a partially translated tome of music to operate them. Mel had run into unfortunate complications that became room-filling size and nearly crushed her to death before Aria came to the rescue. Mel made Aria promise to never use the harp on her, and they sealed the chamber off. It seemed like a waste for Aria, but she didn't want to use it on her own either.
"Come on Mel! We fixed the chamber so there is no echo. That is the only thing that screwed it up before, there shouldn't be any risks this time. If we reverse things before we even leave the chamber-"
Mel let out an agitated sigh. "No, Aria. Don't ever use it on me, and you shouldn't use it on yourself either, but I guess I can't stop you if you did."
Aria looked embarrassed, and lowered her voice. "But its no fun alone. Maybe I will though, just to show you it is fine!"
Mel looked worried but adamant. "I am not going to stop you, like I said. Maybe I will take a look at the tome of music and read the whole translation notes. Maybe once I understand everything a little better, maybe I MIGHT consider using it again. Don't get your hopes up. And be careful, OK? Call me if anything goes wrong, I really don't think you should be messing with it."
Determined to prove to Mel that the harps can actually be used properly, Aria headed up the mountain after school that day. The hidden chamber was half way up, and thanks to a landslide not too long ago, the buried door was indistinguishable from the rest of the newly upturned rock and soil. Using a collapsible shovel in her bag, Aria dug her way inside. The last time she and Mel were inside a huge crack in the roof let light into the chamber, this time it was up to a keychain light to allow her the light required to read the tome and operate the harps. Luckily to compensate for the less than ideal conditions she had to play in, Aria had been taking music lessons since last time and was becoming good at the cello, another string instrument. Though calm up till this moment, she felt her chest muscles constricting her heart, suddenly reserved about using the harp. She sat by the body harp talking herself up to it for several minutes before reading through the book to find a good spell to use on herself. Mel was right to want to read the entire thing first- Aria already found a note that would have made things easier last time. A short note sequence could be played on the end of any other spell to increase the effect, rather than repeating the entire song over again. Over half the tome was untranslated- effectively unlabeled and thus unusable. With a timid smile Aria found some lower body spells, and since Mel maxed out her top, Aria would improve her bottom.
She played a low and rhythmic melody to increase the size of her ass, but it was not the same one Mel used before, because this one included the hips and thighs as well. She needed to do a change that was at least decently noticeable to prove to Mel it was fine, so she tacked on the extra notes to amplify it. As soon as it finished she looked down at herself and sure enough, felt her entire lower body widen. She grabbed her thighs as they became meatier and dug her fingers in. Her butt became better shaped and pronounced as it grew, and with a swing of her now wider hips she could feel her plump ass cheeks swing with a slight delay from the rest of her. She bent over with her hands to her knees and shook her ass up and down, blushing at the sensation of all that heavy meat bouncing on her backside. Her unchanged pussy looked disproportionally small compared to the rest now, and became moist as Aria thought of how she would love to eat out Mel with a butt like this on her...and then imagined the reverse. Aria slid down to the floor and rocked back, grinding her now huge cheeks on the cool and smooth marble floor. She slid her panties down and with a hand from behind and a hand from the front she reached under herself. She wiggled her cheeks with one and gently pressed on her anus, while her other hand was more business than foreplay and dug right into her cooch. With her pinky and index on her outer labia, her ring and middle slipped in on either side of her clit and worked down to touch her passage. Her middle fingers rubbed and pinched her clit and her outer pinched more aggressively the plump folds of her labia. Aria was glad no one was around these parts, because she embarrassed herself with her own moaning and sharp gasps of pleasure- the chamber magnified all sound greatly. She eventually collapsed backward, rocking and thrusting her hips and brought herself to orgasm, her fatty thighs and cheeks rippling with the tremors of orgasm. She lay there, red faced and panting for some time before she pulled her underwear back into place and headed home- now with a heavy sway to her steps from her impressive rump. She would show Mel tomorrow, and try to convince her it was safe.
The next morning Aria woke up feeling refreshed. She sat up in bed and swung her legs over the side to get up but as she shifted her weight the bed creaked, loudly. It sounded like her bed was about to bust apart and she immediately noticed her hips were absolutely huge! Her thighs were almost as thick as telephone polls! Her ass was so huge she could use a bar stool as a dildo! The spell had been doubled over! But how?! Last time it was an echo but the chamber had been repaired, and when it was an echo the effect was diminished, and took several applications to catch up and surpass the magnitude of the original song- this was a 1:1 double. Aria had done everything right, and it still goofed up! Her eyes watered up a bit, not at the state of her body but the fact she was wrong about the harps. She nervously thought that perhaps she could play this off as an extreme example! Tell Mel this was what she meant to do, and then just reverse it later when she got back to the harps...though climbing up there with her ass looking like its own mountain would be tricky.
Aria had to wear her longest skirt just to get to her knees around her thighs, and wear the band unusually high as it couldn't fit around her girthy hip. Even with wider hips her huge thighs rubbed together, creating friction on her nethers whenever she moved at all. Her ass wobbled and shook, feeling oddly pleasurable, and Aria had to stop herself from digging her fingers into her rump and overindulging. She needed to get to school on time to catch Mel before classes.
It was Mel who spotted Aria- her figure impossible to miss. "Good god girl...think you grew enough? I know you are a lot bolder than me passing off the attention but...wow."
Aria blushed, and smiled mischievously. "Wanna feel?" She turned her rump to Mel and gave it a little wobble.
Now Mel blushed as she looked around to see if anyone was still around, then grabbed two handfuls of fat ass. "How are we going to explain to people your change though? Even if you somehow gained this weight and it all concentrated into your butt, how will you explain the change back later?"
"Uh...liposuction and lipoinjection."
"...There is no such thing as lipoinjection."
Aria shrugged. "Doesn't stop me from using it as an excuse. Maybe I will keep this change a while anyway, it feels really good...I didn't know a butt was really a source of pleasure like th- ...what the heck?!"
It was a good thing the bells had already rung and they were the only ones left in the hall when the pressure hit Aria. It radiated from deep inside and with an audible crack, her hips became even wider as the pressure went away again. Her thighs grew even rounder, now even her lower legs fattened from overspill, making her legs shaped like cones! Her ass jiggled and swayed on its own as more and more fat cells were birthed. Her feet became immediately sore, barely able to hold her weight up. Her lower body must weight six times as much as her upper body! If she sat down too suddenly she might smash through the floor. Her underwear was cutting the circulation to her legs and her skirts band was pushed even higher, looking more than a little silly. Aria groaned and squirmed, almost losing her precarious balance several times as she tried to unwedge her panties but they were stretched too tight.
Mel pulled out a nail file and cut the panties off with it. "Well...I don't mean to say I told you so but- I told you so." In spite of her mocking, she looked quite concerned.
"It doesn't make any sense! There is no echo! How does the spell just fucking activate itself spontaneously?! This isn't fair..."
Mel pressed a hand into the taught but jiggly skin of a thigh. "This is sort of my fault. After our argument yesterday I remembered back to the trouble I had. Granted it wouldn't have fixed the spell echo, I made the situation worse because I was so prudish with myself, and my hormones worked against me when it was most inconvenient. And now you ran up there to do this to yourself to prove me wrong, again, because I held back too much. If I had been a little more open this might not have happened. Too stubborn for my own good I guess. Uhm...OK, well you are barely mobile so stay here, hide on the lower bathrooms where I was before and keep your cell on. I will make the run to the harps this time. Don't worry- this time we will get it fixed right away."
Aria was furious as she shuffled and wobbled her way down to the barely used bathrooms. She wasn't too worried about her giga-butt, but very pissed at herself for somehow botching the spell. She tried to get into a stall but realised it was impossible. Her sides brushed the doorway getting into the bathroom- she was too wide to fit into a stall. Pouting she sat onto the floor between the last stall and sink, feeling her flesh tremble and shake for several seconds after. It felt good to get off her poor tiny feet, and even better to squish her ass against the floor. Forgetting what little modesty Aria had to begin with she slipped her hand between her huge thighs to once again finger herself.
She was startled horribly as a woman burst into the bathroom suddenly. She took one look at Aria before pointing with anger. "YOU! I have been looking for you!" She blushed brightly as the appearance of Aria started to sink in.
Cadence was a bit of a loud mouth, and was usually quite smart. Her skin was a dark brown and very smooth. She had a good sized D cup pair up top and her very curly black hair was tied into a loose ponytail behind her to her mid back. Just as Cadence puzzled over Aria's appearance, Aria took in hers. Cadence's form fitting black long sleeve no longer fit her. It covered her breasts just fine, it even covered her other breasts, but too much fabric was used up already to be able to cover her last breasts. That's right- her breasts were the same size as always, except she had three pairs of them! When she seen Aria's eyes locked on the bottom pair of half exposed breasts she pulled her top off completely and tossed it on a sink.
"Look what that damn harp did to me! I overheard you and Melody talking about it, and put two and two together with that time she looked like she had beach balls stuffed in her shirt. I followed you to the harps but the damn thing didn't work how I expected. So how do I fix these now?!"
Aria's eyes were still fixated on the six delicious black nipples. "The book has songs that do the opposite, so you just play the opposing one. What song were you trying to play, for this to be the side effect?"
Cadence sighed embarrassingly, crossing her arms between her first two sets of tits. "More breasts. I thought it meant more as in bigger...not literally more of them. And since I used the song amp, I got double the effects, four new tits. AND that's after I recorded you playing on a tape recorder to try and make my ass big, but playing it back had no effect, so I figured I was just cursed to never have an ass and went with another song." The entire time Cadence spoke, she was shuffling her feet, grinding her thighs together.
"So it was you!! I didn't fuck up the song! The songs are linked from the person playing it, you were playing a recording not the harp so the song was directed at me still! You made my ass gigantic! You are just lucky Mel is already on the way to the chamber to fix this! Frankly you got what you deserved, stalker!"
Cadence was leaning against a sink now, rubbing herself through her panties. "W-well, you two weren't exactly whispering, what did you think would happen? Why can't I have an ass like that....everyone always says behind my back, oh black girl ain't got ass, what happened? Well sorry! I guess my 87% in biology don't mean shit because I wasn't aware my skin color dictated the size of my ass!!" By now she was panting, and sweating as her knees bent and her touching became more rigorous.
Aria raised a brow, not used to another girl being so open. "Uh...are you OK Cadence?" Aria squirmed a bit herself, remembering her own jiggling induced arousal.
"I...don't know. Ever since I got these I have felt hornier and hornier. I tried getting myself off but it barely helped." Her voice was heightening in pitch from the sensations.
Cadence bent over in pleasure as she finally gave up her futile modesty and yanked her panties down to go right in. Aria had a perfect angled view to see all six nipples, and just how far all her breasts projected from her chest as they wobbled under her. The areola stuck out just slightly and the nipples were fully erect, making them together look a lot like Hershey kisses. Arousal was expected when one had six breasts jiggling on their torso, but hers seemed out of control, so Aria asked her if she used any other spells. Cadence slunk to the floor to ram all five digits of a hand into herself, shaking her head to the question. She only plucked a few random strings to test it before using the song for more breasts. Before that it was just her tape recorded attempt.
Aria's eyes went wide. "You dumb ass! Every sound that harp makes is magic! You can't pluck random strings and expect nothing to happen! That means you cast a spell on yourself that we have no idea the full extent of, never mind being able to reverse it!"
Just then Aria's cellphone rang as Mel arrived at the chamber. Aria had to speak loudly to be heard over Cadence indulging herself embarrassingly in the background, and told Mel all she found out since she left. Mel immediately pointed out the obvious- this was bad. She tried playing the reverse song for Cadence but it had no effect at all, whatever notes she played before that modified the song so neither the spell she used nor its cure existed in the book. Worse still, she was unable to find the counter spell for the specific spell Aria used! It wasn't the same ass spell Mel used before, the counter spell was most likely there, but like over half the rest of the book- it wasn't translated. Unable to think of how to fix this, Mel used a teleportation spell on Cadence and Aria and brought them to the old storage barn on her uncle's farm, as it was the only guaranteed empty place she could think of. She told them to hold out there as best they could and she would swing by as soon as she could- once she read the tome thoroughly to assemble all translated pages.
Once they got as comfortable as they could among hay bales and empty crates, Aria looked to Cadence who was already starting to squirm again. "My third growth was at school, talking to Mel...that means the tape recorder is also at school..."
Panting as she lifted herself onto a hay bale and spread her legs, Cadence shook her head. "Don't worry, it is in my locker now, no one can play it back. I only let my friend Viola listen to it to explain my...situation, before I tried tracking you down. Hah! Ohhh~ . I got lucky- I had no idea you were hiding there, I ran there to hide myself an...nnngh, relieve some...tension!"
Aria felt her heart sink a bit at that. "Oh no...that means Viola also knows about the harps."
With shoulder length bobbed hair as fiery as brimstone and eyes as green as the rolling hills, Viola was a beauty of her own. Tall and a bit lanky, though she lacked curvy hips she still had a nice round bottom and her breasts were a well shaped B cup. She spoke with a pronounced southern Irish accent in the odd occasion she actually spoke. She was very shy and quiet which made her an odd pairing with Cadence. She skipped out of school which was out of character for her, because she was concerned for Cadence's odd predicament. She went to the mountain and found her way into the chamber to look for a way to help her, and because she left immediately after being told about it, she arrived before Mel. She quickly looked the tome over in the body section to try and find the song Cadence used to learn more about it, but found only the title translation for that specific song. She read over more out of curiosity, blushing at some of the more perverted songs. When dealing with physical bodies it was hard to take anything outside of a sexual context. Viola bit her lower lip as she paused on the breast modifications spells. She was closer to the mind section of the tome however, in a different section than the others had been before her. Her breasts were not much to speak of, but being a very timid person she didn't want them to be big either, they would call too much unwanted attention. Her nipples however were very sensitive, and she has played with them often- often enough for her to develop relative fetishes. On one hand Cadence had trouble after using the harps and was in an embarrassing predicament, but on the other hand...Viola didn't know how long this chamber would be open and accessible because of said trouble. These harps could change what could not be changed otherwise, it was a god-like power sitting there for anyone at all to pick up and use. It took all her courage to reach out and touch the harp of body but she knew you had to take opportunities when they present themselves, because second chances are a rare thing.
Oddly when she did finish the song, nothing at all happened. She felt odd both physically and mentally but nothing visibly changed. She shrugged it off as the spell needing time to take full effect and slipped out of the chamber. Viola actually seen Mel heading up to the chamber as she was heading down, causing her to be nervous of being spotted and hastened her walk. By the time she got to the bottom of the mountain her nipples were very erect under her shirt, causing her to both smile and blush as she hustles to get home. It was a good thing the school dress code required black tops, because if she wore white her shirt would be partially transparent and her breasts were not big enough for her to bother with a bra usually. Two wet circles formed on her shirt by the time she got home- her lactation song finally working. Her parents were at work since she was still supposed to be at school so thankfully the house was empty. Viola took an empty glass and removed her top in the kitchen, leaning over the glass as she very tenderly felt her nipples. Just as sensitive as ever and engorged fully, just brushing them caused white beads to form around the surface. With a tender forward tug three small streams of milk sprayed into the cup from either breast. She had looked up some things on lactation before so she knew not to expect a single controlled stream of milk. It took a bit before she got enough in the glass for a good, big mouthful. Perhaps because the spell had only just been put on her- her milk capacity was fairly small, which shouldn't be that influenced by breast size. It tasted quite sweet compared to normal milk, and no more thick, as human milk's fat content was a tiny fraction of that of a cows. Very pleased with the result of her song, and a bit giddy with excitement of actually having done something so bold, she went to her computer to try and look up any possible information.
It was time to try and help Cadence again, and while Viola's search turned up nothing about the harps, she did find old legends of Harm and Monious, the two headed deity the harps were carved from. Monious was a kind god and Harm an evil one, but they got along perfectly with one another. Just as they created equilibrium between each other, they used their power to create their own sense of balance in everything else, which resulted in humans fearing its power. Some tried to abuse its power but eventually fear won out, and the beastly god was slain. For its good heart, Monious was given a proper burial. Harm however was never buried, and from his bones, relics were created to house his disembodied power.
By the time she finished reading about the fallen god Harm, Viola looked back down on her shirtless chest with a gasp. Her nipples felt tight and her breast heavy, and sure enough beads of milk were starting to drip out from pressure! Not only was she full again, her breasts seemed bigger, like the amount of milk in her was actually stretching them. She milked herself into a glass again and this time filled it three quarters- at least twice as much milk as the first time. She had a nap a bit after, having been emotionally drained by her strange day. Her dreams were even more strange however- she had enormous breasts and was dressed like some Greek god. Plump, content, and sleeping men and women lay all around her and she was filled with warm satisfaction as small rivers of milk ran down her body from her nipples constantly. Had she fed all these people with her sweet fluids? She woke up with a gasp and bright red face- fertility goddess or not, she would die if that many people seen her bare chest in real life. She almost immediately noticed a warm wetness on her, and panicked thinking she had somehow wet herself. Technically she did, just not with the fluid she thought. True to her dreams she was soaked with leaking milk, but more distressingly- her breasts were bigger again, and this time much more so. She must have had at least a D cup now, and hers were much heftier than your standard D cup, because they were stretched to taught capacity by hot, sweet milk! Viola ran to the kitchen again to relieve some of her burden, but one glass was filled too quickly. She filled almost four regular glasses! She had not drank or eaten enough materials in the day to keep up with this pace- only magic could pull off this sort of production. As she tugged the fluid from their nipples she also made note that they had grown as well! They were a tiny bit thicker, and a good bit longer. Even after she was emptied out, she gently ran her finger back and forth over them, bouncing them up and down, revelling in the sensation. When engorged with milk they were rock hard, and it would hurt to try and bend them or push in on the breasts, but when regularly erect they felt very good being man-handled.
She felt rather lazy afterward, and her mind was a blank- rather burned out from all that had happened so she just sat around. She noted her breasts feeling heavier and heavier though, and she seemed to be filling at an alarming rate. Oddly, she wasn't too worried about it, she felt turned on and a bit...proud? The milk was being created magically so she could consume her own milk as a source of free food and drink in one. She noted the flavor was slightly different now though, it was hard to put her finger on, but it was a bit heavier now as well. When she milked herself regularly as she was filling, it was harder to notice but her breasts were definitely getting bigger. Mentally she was just terribly confused- she knew what she did wrong, she knew this was terrible, and she knew she needed help. But Viola continued to laze around, milking herself occasionally, content with the pleasurable feeling. She was neither worried nor in any hurry to undo her change.
Mel raced back to the school after stopping by to see how Cadence and Aria were holding up. Cadence was in perpetual arousal now, but Aria's skilled hands were keeping things in check for the time being. Using Cadence's trick, Mel now had the teleportation song on a tape recorder and could get between point A and B instantly. Mel was looking for Viola at school knowing she should be there, and when Viola was nowhere to be seen, Mel knew to assume the worst. Cadence knew where Viola lived so Mel would have to hope to find her there. In the meantime, Mel discovered their chance at a cure from reading the tome over. The final translated note page was signed by Professor Reed Sinphony, the history teacher at the highschool! He was the person to have uncovered the chamber before any of them, and unlike the girls- Reed could read and translate the entire tome. If there was a song that could undo their mistakes, he will know about it. Mel raced to the class Reed taught to find him. She knocked on the door calmly and told him one of the other teachers sent her to retrieve him. Because of her angle from the doorway, what the rest of the students did not see was Mel holding up the tome and pointing at it. Reed nodded and calmly left the room after writing an assignment on the board to distract the students while he was gone. He did not seem surprised at all, but was willing to help them with whatever problems they had. Mel didn't want to spill the beans on just what they had done to themselves to avoid scaring him off or something, the girls would have to explain themselves when he arrived. Luckily Reed had his car to get to the farm, because Mel could teleport only herself with the recorded song, not anyone else. She told him to meet her at Viola's house first though, as it seemed likely she used the harps too.
Reed Sinphony was a very smart and collected person, and looked the part. He always dressed rather formal, his hair was grey from age and short, a bit bristly, and it was brushed back. His glasses were made with only a single lens- a modern version of a monocle, as his right eye had a grey iris and was almost totally sightless. Many asked about the oddity of his eye, but were disappointed to be told it was a birth defect. He didn't want them to know it was a price he paid, dabbling in a power no mortal was meant to have.
Back at her home, Viola was once again milking herself into a large jug- having seven full glasses already on the counter, she gave up on the smaller containers. As she tugged and gently squeezed her nipples they got bigger and longer over time. Originally they were pleasurable nubs she could only grip with her fingertips. Then two fingertips and a thumb, then three, then four. If this kept up she would be able to wrap her entire hand around just her nipples! When lactating, areola and nipples darkened quite a bit and since hers were a rose hue they should have turned red, but oddly the exact opposite happened. Her areola became smoother than normal and lightened more and more. Each heavy breast was the size of a watermelon, and when more than half full they forced her to bend over and let them swing under her. At maximum capacity she was forced to sit and let her tits fill her entire lap. She had plenty of opportunity to experiment with this, since her milk supply replenished so very quickly. She was a bit worried when she let them fill completely once more, they started to look pink and tender as if she were exceeding her capacity, but after emptying them they still looked the same. They were becoming pinker, and her nipples and areola became lighter, till they matched each other perfectly. The areola would be invisible but they still projected a bit further out than the rest, so they were still visible. She heard the doorbell and glanced a bit empty-headed toward the door, making a mental note that someone was there. It took a second for it to click that she should probably be worried- she shouldn't be seen in this state! Especially while milking herself! She was about to bolt upstairs and hope the visitor gave up when Mel called out to her. Mel said she knew about the harps, and if Viola had in fact used them, she should know, and could help if something went wrong. Viola didn't want to reply, and she didn't feel like her change was a problem, but she knew she should fix it so she answered the door anyway.
Mel took a step back in surprise when Viola answered her door, half opening it with a bed sheet tied around her torso to hide her huge breasts the best she could. Mel was plenty familiar with what concealed boobs looked like in every insane size, so that sheet wasn't fooling anyone. She asked if Viola was alright but Viola quietly answered that she was fine. She didn't seem the least bit distressed about her condition, and only seemed like she wanted to flee into her house because of her shyness.
Viola was unable to make eye contact and spoke quietly. "You should do what you think is best..."
"W-well, I mean if you honestly wanted this you can keep it. Its just that everyone who has used the harps so far has had something go wrong...like Cadence, as you already know."
Viola shook her head, wet spots were showing though the sheet already. "No I mean...the spell is affecting my thoughts as well. I am not in the right mind."
"Oh no...what did you do exactly?"
Viola blushed bright pink, matching her jugs. "An aspect imbue spell. I took a cow, because I....I wanted to know what it was like to lactate. But it did more than that. I am very docile now like a cow, and my breasts are...sort of starting to look more like udders. I have teats instead of nnn...nipples..." Viola seemed to wince as she spoke.
"You OK? I told Professor Sinphony to meet me here, he should arrive soon and we can get you with Aria and Cadence, they are in trouble to, and..." She trailed off as she watched Viola's breasts seem to firm up rapidly.
Viola was forced to kneel as her breasts grew and filled at once. Her teats got a little bit longer and fatter, and felt itchy. Her breasts had an odd pressure in them, like the skin was trying to pull away from the areola, getting almost painful. She squeaked at Mel to look away, blood red in embarrassment as the wet spots on the sheet turned into wet streaks. She loosened them to get a better look at herself. Where the softest skin was connecting the breasts to the rest of her, she could see finger-thick milk veins throbbing below the surface while small rivers of white ran down the front of her shiny wet boobs and dribbled off the undersides. She squeaked and squirmed like a wounded mouse, finally surpassing herself and let out a very loud moan of relief as the pressure in her breasts let go and exploded out in several directions. The pressure on her areola was more growth concentrated to under her teats, forcing them to yank apart- she now had two equally sized teats and areola on both breasts, four total like a cows udder! The milk inside exploded out of her sensitive teats feeling like her breasts were having orgasms as the spray of white went every which way- though the teats were better than nipples in concentrating flow forward. Her nipples were sensitive and pleasurable in the first place, but the flow of milk out of her, the feeling of more heat and weight forming after and the relief of pressure were all their own types of pleasure! Like scratching an itch you didn't know you had, and satisfying a need deep in her subconscious that was long forgotten. Viola took several more moments to catch her breath, and tugged out a few more streams of milk so she didn't continue to leak involuntarily. She at least didn't have to milk all four teats, since she still only had two breasts, two of the teats were supplied from the same tanks as the others. She quickly wrapped her breasts in the half soaked sheet again and used the door frame as a brace to force herself to her feet, before timidly telling Mel she could turn around again. Even Mel blushed when she turned and seen the patch of wetness on the lawn, up the walkway and ending in a pool of milk on the steps just under Viola's impressive rack. Did cows actually like the act of being milked, or was that a part of Viola's existing personality? Both Viola and Mel questioned this in their heads as they waited by the doorway in awkward silence, waiting for Reed to arrive.
The silence only became more awkward when he arrived, but they made their way to the farm as quick as possible. Reed seen how shy Viola was so he didn't ask her about her out of control chest, and minimized eye contact, just addressing Mel when they needed to talk. Mel knew the girls were going to need some time to prepare before Reed assessed the situation. They couldn't just pile into his car and drive up the mountain together. Viola had to enter and exit the car chest-first to fit, Aria simply wouldn't fit in the first place. Mel lead Viola to the barn, a bit worried and inwardly wishing the scene wouldn't be too obscene when she opened the door. Cadence was asleep, looking rather dishevelled and fully nude on a hale bale. Aria looked quite bored sitting against a wall, spinning a pitchfork around in boredom. Viola was practically hiding behind Mel as Mel explained to Aria what was happening. Mel woke Cadence, but she woke with a gasp and then a moan as her unbelievable horniness hit her again. Even as she reached for her honeypot she explained that her arousal was stuck almost at a perpetual high- the only way she could face Reed was if she received herself, and even then it would be temporary. Aria blushed, saying she could tame the wild beast if Mel gave her a few minutes, so Mel and Viola slipped out and closed the door again behind them. Viola started to bend over though, bracing her hands on her knees, muttering that it was too heavy. Her breasts were tightening with another load of milk, but she had nothing to put it in! When Mel offered to help she quickly shuffled back to avoid her, saying she wasn't going to waste it. Mel sighed, knowing there was only really one option, and lead Viola to the side of the barn, out of Reed's point of view from his car.
Cadence sunk her fingers in, gripped and pulled up on her passage trying to numb the feeling of need to no avail, apologizing to Aria for making her help with this. It overwhelmed her body and mind, making it impossible for her to function doing anything else. Aria managed to heft her jiggly rump up onto the hay bale with her and when she sat down her ass covered Cadence's legs entirely! She would prefer doing a 69 because she was getting a little needy herself, but if she tried that Cadence would be suffocated in ass fat. Because of the attention, ample lubricant and arousal, Cadence's vagina was both very puffy and very flexible. Keeping the points of her fingers together, Aria slowly slid her entire hand up into her. Her massive soft thighs hugged Cadence's, and Aria bent over using her free hand to hold herself up as she lowered her face to the multiple peaks of Cadence's breasts. With her entire hand inside Cadence, she could only reach the top breast's nipples with the tip of her tongue to flick their rubbery stiffness. Cadence took over with her own hands, covering the top two and squishing and rolling the flesh aggressively like a baker with a handful of dough. She had to use quite a bit of strength to counter the weight of so much flesh, but Cadence managed to bend a knee up between Aria's butt cheeks and push her knee against the anus. Aria got her hand in to the wrist before she retracted her fingers and made her hand wider as a fist- extended, her fingertips brushed Cadence's cervix, which was obviously the end of the road. She actually managed to get it a little bit deeper as a full fist, but not much. Her fist couldn't move much in or out, but the effort of trying was enough to drive her wild. The sensation of that coupled with Aria nibbling her jet black nipples was so much that she stopped kneading her own tits and simply trembled and squirmed, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Even after an explosion of fluid came from Cadence with several sudden muscle twitches, Aria kept fisting her to ride the wave as far as it went. The pussy was gripping her hand hard enough to turn her knuckles white and make her fingers ache from the blood flow being trapped in them. Cadence's chest heaved with heavy breaths and her spine jerked occasionally from aftershocks that set her breasts into a jiggling fit like six jello mounds. Aria rest her face down in a valley of tit- two on the sides of her chin and one over either eye.
Viola had a shock of momentary panic that was quickly defused by her bovine mindset when Mel told her their only real option to not waste her sweet fluids. Mel was almost more embarrassed, but wanted to fix this as fast as possible so they could cure their actual problems. Viola felt that odd sense of pride again as Mel knelt down in front of her, and she reluctantly untied the sheet around her massive bust. One teat dangled over the other, and both too far out for Viola to easily milk herself- especially since pressing in on them when they were full hurt. Since the growth that multiplied her teats, her breasts now matched midrange beach balls in size, and together probably had similar weight when full as the entire rest of her body. She could only straighten her back for a few moments because the weight was well beyond what she could handle. Mel helped her once the udders were freed, cupping them from below and marveling at the feeling. The weight caused her fingers to sink in without her meaning to, and she could immediately feel the welling of milk inside as a firm sphere in each breast- a dam waiting to burst. A large drop of white hung precariously on the end of each teat, and as Mel was about to put one in her mouth she blushed and hesitated only a bit. The length and thickness of the teat, and Mel's position when taking it in, almost made it feel like she was about to suck on a small penis. The texture and shape was different, it wasn't nearly as stiff, and the fluid this let out was much more palatable. The vibrant pink of the breast and teat reminded Mel of bubblegum. She took the top left teat in her mouth to avoid being dribbled on by the other, and used her hand to squeeze the bottom right. It was awkward, she played with nipples before, especially her own but these teats were almost a full handful and couldn't be satisfied with only two digits. After a few switches of technique, Viola seen she was struggling and wordlessly guided her hand into a proper motion. Cup the breast and gently roll the fingers forward onto the teat and then tug forward gently and rhythmically, not actually squeeze it much. Messaging the breast itself increased the ease of milk flow by relaxing the entire mammary gland system with warm pleasure. For that, Viola was glad she was made so relaxed by the spell, because if she was as affected by her shyness as before, this would make her too tense and it would take forever to get all the milk out of her. She was sad to see all the tasty fluid from one breast end up on the ground, but Mel was doing a good job consuming the other half. Between trying to appease Viola and enjoying the wonderful taste, Mel was having a hard time stopping, even after the heavy liquid started to weigh down her gut. Deep down Viola worried a bit for her, knowing too well just how much fluid her ample udders could contain. Mel had the entire teat in her mouth, her lips gripped the base and pushed gently into the soft sphere of the breast. The flow was unceasing, so Mel had to pull away a few times to catch her breath properly, a few thin cords of saliva still connected her to the teat as she playfully flicked its end with her tongue before diving back down. Viola was rigid and unmoving, trying her best not to moan and reveal how wonderful it felt physically and emotionally to be emptied, and fill someone else to the brim with her sweet milk. She had been able to stand straight for a while before she finally told Mel she could stop. Viola waited till the warm pleasure of flowing out into Mel started to fade. She had a little bit of milk left in her, but her production was so fast it was almost impossible to empty her totally.
Cadence got dressed and Aria followed her out at about the same time Mel and Viola came back to the front of the barn. Mel's stomach actually hurt a bit now that she was standing again, she had a lot of heavy milk in her and had overdone it a bit. She waved Reed over, and he got out of the car finally with tome in hand.
He was only halfway across to them when he started to shake his head. "How did all of you end up doing something so...lust driven? I mean I know you are teenagers but you are all nearly graduated! And...I have a sinking suspicion the odd case of vandalism in the lower floor bathroom had to do with the harps to? I can fix this, Cadence will be the hardest to fix. While it won't be easy, I can still fix it. We will need to drive to the mountain but..."
Aria smirked at his evaluating her size. "No butts."
"Aha, glad to see you're as sharp as ever. You can't fit in the car, so...don't tell anyone we did this but, you will have to ride on the roof."
"W-what?!"
"Don't worry, I will drive slow and go even slower around corners. If we are both careful you should be OK. I don't see any other option."
"That's not the part I am worried about! A woman with...with an ass this huge will catch everyone's attention anywhere, never mind riding the roof of a car! The entire city will know about this!"
He chuckled, turning to walk back to the car already. "Leave that part to me. Don't worry, no one will notice."
With no other option than play along, away they went with Reed driving, Mel in the passenger seat and Cadence and Viola trying to contain themselves in the back, and Aria hanging onto the sides of the roof! Sure enough, no one seemed to react to it on the way over. People gasped and looked, but then their expression changed and they went back to what they were doing, as if their thoughts had been erased. When they arrived, Mel and Aria used their keychain lights to guide the way and they all stood before the harps. Reed stood in silence for a good long time, mentally translating songs and trying to find the correct ones. Some had multiple effects so he did not want to use a reversal on something that wasn't changed in the first place, he had to match it exactly.
He nodded and looked them all over, before facing Mel. "Well Melody, what did you and your friends learn from this experience?"
"Me? Ask them! I had nothing to do with this."
"Mmm, perhaps this time. But they are rather distracted with their own problems right now. So before I reverse everything I want to hear what you learned. Think about it."
Mel's head felt a bit dizzy, and the poor lighting wasn't helping that. He was obviously trying to point something out that should be obvious, but what? Mel's thoughts spun, and it was hard to hold onto any one thought for more than a few seconds. What did her master want her to see? Wait, master? His name was Reed...though, he was sort of her master. She wanted to make him proud, so she thought very hard about what she learned.
"I...uhm...I learned the harps are more trouble than they are worth."
"Only sometimes. If you use them carefully and don't rush into it, they are great. No, the lesson here is- don't tell anyone about them. This happened because you and Aria were not careful enough with this secret. And I was not careful enough with hiding this place...I should have known this place would be compromised during the landslide. But...you won't tell a soul this secret anymore, will you?"
"No! I would never go against you...master? What...?"
Reed rolled up his sleeve, revealing the bone vambraces, etched from Harm's remains. "The harps are but two of hundreds of relics etched from the dead God. They can shape magic, while other relics simply control a single effect absolutely. My vambraces manipulate peoples minds. I used it to turn people's eyes from us on the way here, and unfortunately I must use it now to turn the four of you into loyal pets. It is the only way to prevent this secret from ever getting out. I'd ask for your understanding in this but my relic will drain all understanding from you, so that's rather futile."
Mel joined the other three, squirming and confused as the unseen magic ravaged her very mind. Even Reed was surprised however when the chamber was suddenly fully lit with blue light. Frozen in fear, as a skull the size of a house arose from the chasm swathed in pale blue soulfire.
Harm's voice rattled the entire chamber. "I was never buried, so my soul has never rested. I am Harm, the judge and executioner of all things dark and twisted in this world. While these girls used my powers for pleasure and curiosity, you would use them for control, dominance, and ultimately for power. I have judged you guilty. Your punishment shall be theirs!"
The soulfire exploded through the chamber as the huge bones fell limp again, shaking the floor on impact. When the fire passed over the girls it burned away all the changes they had made to themselves, including clearing Mel's thoughts. When it hit Reed however, the effect was the opposite. The flames spiralled into him, leaving the chamber in utter darkness again as his clothing was burned to ash instantly. He collapsed to the floor and the girls turned their lights on him out of fear and curiosity- except Viola who turned away in emberasment once she seen he was nude. His skin tightened and became oddly smooth, years seemed to melt off of him, making him younger and younger. He moaned in pain though, as his insides felt like they were on fire. His butt became oddly shapely and rounded, and his thighs became meatier. His hair was shiny and healthy looking, but remained silver grey as it started to lengthen. They had a guess as to what was happening when he shouted out in pain, and started with a deep manly voice and ended with a girly scream. His nipples started to grow and circles of fat started to rise out of his chest as proto-breasts. A tremendous inward pressure started on his crotch, right where his dick flesh gave way to scrotum it pulled inward as both shrank around it. A hole formed as his testicals vanished up into his body to become ovaries and his penis shrank and became underdeveloped, finally reducing itself to a clit. The empty scrotum fused and tightened into labia to frame his, or...her new genitals. Her ass and thighs jiggled and wobbled as she shook her hips back and forth from the aches inside, and her ass grew and grew. Her breasts became very big, very fast and she started to lactate heavily from her obscenely big nipples. When it stopped, the older man had turned into a 20 year old woman, with ass and hips half the size Aria's were, two slightly pink breasts with a long nipple each that were half the size of Viola's, and lactated half as much as well. To top it off, she also had two breasts the same size as Cadence under the huge breasts, and two tiny A cup breasts under those. Mel could tell when she got close, and looked into Reed's one blue and one grey eye- his head was almost completely empty. His thoughts had been simplified to the unending libido of Cadence, the lazy bovine feelings of Viola, and the servitude will he tried to force on Mel. Reed made no move to stop Mel when she slipped the no longer well fit vambraces off. Reed simply looked at her like a dog awaiting its master's orders. And then, around her neck from the inside out, letters in the same unknown tongue as the inscriptions under the harps burned into her flesh. Not having been seen on a person for hundreds of years, a mark of having been judged by either Monious or Harm- known as being vexed.
There was a long deafening silence before Aria finally spoke up. "So...who gets Reed now?"
Cadence threw her arms up. "Not it! With my luck, he isn't even housebroken." They all laughed at that.
As they left the chamber again, with Reed following on her hands and knees, Aria turned sadly to Mel. "Sorry I started all this. The first time had just been so wild and such a unique experience...I knew you had a hell of a time and were scared but...I dunno. Just, sorry."
Mel smiled warmly at her, and pat her on the shoulder. "No, you were right. Things got messed up because of bad circumstances, your song worked fine, it was Cadence who messed up the effects. Now that I understand the book a bit more...maybe we can use the harps now and then. Harm said it himself, he doesn't mind when we use it for fun."
And so they split up and each went home, swearing to never tell a soul about the harps, or Reed. Because she had so few friends and was home alone the most, Viola was the one to take Reed home with her, and Reed became her loyal pet. Cadence never again thought of using magic, and destroyed the tape recorded song she had, hoping to forget it all- especially her behavior and encounters with Aria! Aria and Mel would always be good friends, and would always return to the chamber from time to time, because what's the worst that could happen? | yiff-extreme |
Title: Hasani, demon hunter by Nahualmorph
Tags: Demon, Dinosaur, Elephant, M/M, Tentacles
HASANI: DEMON HUNTER
By: NAHUALMORPH
Warning: this story contains non-consensual sex between male characters, readers should be 18 or over. This is a story I made as a request for a good friend of mine, I hope you enjoy it.
"And now the news, another body has been discovered last night in the industrial sector of New York, this is the fifth this week, the local authorities have refused to make any comment, but our sources indicate that this victim shows the same signs, there are traces of sexual abuse and the victim's body appears drained of body fluids..." The vixen continued her report on the evening news, her voice filling the hotel room, Hasani wasn't paying attention to her, he was busy cleaning a crossbow. He got up and looked through the window, the big city had a nice amber colour, the sun would set soon. Hasani closed the window and walked towards his closet. He saw his reflection in the mirror, a heavy muscled 8 feet elephant returned his stare, he was wearing black pants and shirt. The elephant opened the closet door and pulled a large coat, he returned to the table and took his crossbow, he grabbed a long samurai sword and a dagger too and hid them under his coat, he turned the TV off and left the room. The industrial sector wasn't a friendly place even in daylight, now, completely covered by the shadows of the night, it seemed even worse. There were several abandoned factories and warehouses. Hasani was just outside one of these buildings, the elephant kneeled and ran his hand through the dirt in the floor. He could sense the demon's presence, it was near. He heard a scream in the distance. "So, R'jarr had found a new prey" He started running in the direction the scream had come from. Despite his huge frame, Hasani was very agile, he quickly identified the warehouse from which the scream had come, he took his crossbow in his hands and kicked the door open. There, next to a pile of boxes, was a kneeling, naked wolf, and behind the wolf was R'jarr. The demon had a huge muscled body just like Hasani, he had a long, board snout, pointed ears and three horns on his forehead, the demon's skin seemed to ooze some kind of slime. "So, we meet again" said R'jarr in a deep voice. Hasani didn't answered, he lifter his arm and fired a bolt hitting the demon in the shoulder, making him roar in pain. This seemed to pull the wolf out of the trance he was in. "Get out of here, now" said the elephant. The wolf quickly got up and ran out of the warehouse, not even bothering to search for his clothes, the demon pulled the bolt out of his body, the wound closed immediately. "I've been searching you for weeks" said Hasani "the price over your head is just too big to let you go" "Very well then, rogue hunter" said R'jarr "Come and earn your pay" The demon's fingers elongated and transformed into ten thick tentacles, the horns on his head transformed also. Hasani shoot again, this time the bolt was caught by one of the tentacles and snapped in two pieces, the elephant shoot several more bolts, with the same results, then dropped his crossbow and unsheathed his sword. Hasani made his move and attacked the demon. R'jarr was amazingly fast, he dodged each attack with ease. Then it was R'jarr's turn to attack, he used every tentacle as a whip and moved them all trying to hit Hasani, the elephant moved quickly too, dodging the attacks and blocking a few with his sword. The fight between the two titans had become a beautiful dance, each fighter seemed to know what the other would do. Finally, Hasani saw a chance, a gape in the flurry of tentacles, he took his dagger and thrown it into the opening, the demon roared again and fell to the ground, Hasani approached the demon and raised his sword. He had chased this demon for over three weeks all over the country, he wanted to enjoy this moment, but his over thrust coasted him a lot, before he could do anything, five tentacles wrapped around his face and another two took the sword from his hands, he felt a pressure around his legs and arms as the 10Ft long, strong, slimy tentacles wrapped around his body. Suddenly, his face is cleared and he can see again. He is totally immobile, he can't see R'jarr anywhere, but then the demon whispers to his ear. "Not even a rookie would have made that mistake hunter" R'jarr was standing behind Hasani "Now you will pay for it, and I'll have a feast on your body" Hasani knew what was next, R'jarr was a lust demon, he fed of the life force of people in the most unorthodox way, he fucks them to death. R'jarr used his tentacles to rip Hasani's clothes off, he lifted the elephant above his head and took a good look at him, the huge piece of flesh between the elephant's legs mad R'jarr change his mind, he olowered Hasani and whispered to his ear. "You know... it would be such a waste to kill you, , besides, I could use a sex slave with the stamina I'm sure you have." The demon gave Hsani's ear a lick and the elephant started struggling. "No! don't you fucking dare!" "In a few minutes you'll be begging for more" said R'jarr. R'jarr's tentacles moved so they were wrapped only around Hasani's wrists and ankles, the demon started licking all over Hasani's face, taking his time, licking between the ridges of Hasani's trunk, then his eyelids and cheeks, even his big tusks. The demon slowly licked lower, first the neck, then the broad, muscled chest. Hasani was doing his best to maintain control over his body, he knew R'jarr's saliva was a very potent aphrodisiac, but he was not ready for this, the first lick would make his skin extremely sensitive, and the next ones would sent jolts of pleasure directly to Hasani's brain. The demon was now licking Hasani's firm stomach. The elephant knew the only way to get out of this was to stay focused and not let lust overtook his body. R'jarr's tongue was now travelling all over Hasani's lower back, making him shudder with each lick. The demon smiled, he knew Hasani was tough, and he was enjoying breaking his will, he started licking Hasani's butt cheeks, roaming his tongue over the hyper sensitive skin over and over again. When he stopped, the elephant's body was shaking and he was panting heavily. "I'm impressed" said R'jarr "but we're not finished yet" "Shut the fuck up" growled Hasani "nothing of what you do can make me..." Hasani stopped when he felt the first lick across his puckered hole, it only took a second lick to make him loose it, his huge cock, which had been only semi erect all this time, immediately started twitching and growing, R'jarr gave another lick and Hasani moaned in pleasure, his cock was now completely hard and throbbing, it had reached 76.5 massive inches, R'jarr kept rimming Hasani's hole, nearly making him pass out due to sensory overload. He finally stopped and looked down at his own impressive demon cock, he too is rock hard and ready for the next step. He placed the engorged head of his cock right at the entrance of Hasani's anus. "Are you ready big boy?" Before Hasani could answer, R'jarr pressed and started to slowly insert his huge cock into the squirming elephant, trying to make Hasani feel every inch of his cock, until he was finally buried all the way in. the demon started to move slowly and used his free tentacles to rub all over Hasani's body, the elephant was now totally lost in pleasure, his cock is completely covered in precum. "Fuck you" he yells "you'll never have me, you'll never..." "Shut up already" said R'jarr and shoved one of his tentacles in Hasani's mouth "You're going to like it once my seed is in your body, you will be a total cock addict, you'll be my bitch, whenever I need a cum bucket, you'll just get on all fours and take my load, what does it feels? To know you'll spend the rest of your life as a whore?" The demon started to go faster, shoving his cock all the way into Hasani's hole, nearing his climax. What neither of them knew is that they were not alone, in the very rooftop of the building was another demon hunter, a big buff brachiosaur, he had been watching the entire time and was slowly jerking off, the moans and growls coming from the demon and the elephant only aroused him more, Just when he sees the demon starts taking Hasani harder, he decides its time to jump in, he stuffs his big cock into his pants with difficulty and takes his sword. In the exact moment the demon is about to cum, he jumps through a window, R'jarr tries to react, but it's too late, the brachiosaur's sword cuts the air and R'jarr's head. There was a blinding flash of light and the demon's body disappeared in the air. Hasani fell to the floor still covered in the demon's slime. He looked up and saw the brachio offering him a hand. "Thanks Tegene, that sure was a good timing" said Hasani taking the brachio's hand. "You didn't seemed to be in a hurry" teased Tegene. "Hey, you know how powerful lust demons are, but you do have a point, I could use some relief" said Hasani looking at his bouncing cock. "I could help you with that too" said Tegene "But..." "But what?" "I want more than just a quick fuck, so here it goes... I want you to be my slave" "What? Are you crazy?" "Come on, it will be only for a week, besides, the effects of the slime will last for days, you'll be horny for a long time and you'll need help with that, you know it" Hasani thought about it for a moment, Tegene was right, he looked between the brachio's legs, Tegene's pants could barely restrain the huge cock. "Okay" Hasani agreed "I'll do it" Tegene smiled and let his pants fell to the floor. Hasani's eyes widened when he saw the brachio's equipment, Tegene's cock was massive, dark grey and with bulging veins on its sides. Tegene held his cock in his hands. "How about some sucking before the real thing?" Hasani kneeled and took the throbbing organ in his hands, the elephant felt every inch of his body burning with desire, he opened his mouth and started sucking right away, coating the enormous shaft with his spit, With his hands, he started rubbing Tegene's balls and inner thighs, some of the demon's slime came in touch with Tegene's skin and the brachio felt its effects immediately. He lifted Hasani and made him turn over and bend, Hasani's hole was already stretched and lubed from the previous fucking with R'jarr. Tegene sank his entire cock in a single thrust. Hasani moaned in pleasure and shoved back, they were both very exited, the only thing in their minds was to cum, Tegene placed his left hand on Hasani's shoulder and started pulling the elephant's body towards his cock, His right hand found Hasani's rod and started stroking it furiously, there were no words, only grunts and moans, both hunters were completely driven by lust. Finally, Tegene roared and exploded deep inside Hasani's ass. The hot spurts of brachio cum was the last ingredient to trigger Hasani's orgasm. The elephant's cock throbbed in Tegene's hands and released wave after wave of sticky cream, some of it hitting Hasani's chest, finally, Tegene pulled his semi erect cock from Hasani's hole, the elephant fell on all fours with his eyes closed, suddenly, he felt something wrapping around his neck, he opened his eyes and saw he had a leather collar around his neck, the collar was attached to a leash that the naked Tegene was holding, after licking his fingers clean of Hasani's spooge he spoke. "You'll be wearing that collar for the entire week, get used to it because that's probably the only thing you'll be wearing, my van is not far from here." Tegene started walking and Hasani followed him, he had already forgot about the reward for R'jarr, this bonus was much, much better.
THE END. | FSE |
Title: Part II: Taisha by Zakanfien
Tags: Ejaculation, Feline, Handjob, Missionary, Other/Herm, Pool, Tiger, Vaginal, Zoophilia
Disclaimer:
This story involves sexual activity between a female human and a male big cat. This is a pure work of fiction. The events I describe here didn't happen. No resemblance between the characters involved and any person, living or dead, is intended, even if some parts of the story may look very much that way. This story may be distributed freely but may not be sold, or changed, or used in any commercial way.
Finally, if you try to do this for real, get turned into fresh tasty kitty food and eaten for breakfast or get yourself complete addicted to big cats, don't blame me! I deny any responsibility for the actions your take after reading my erotic fiction :-)
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### Taisha *{means secret in russian}* ###
One of my more clingy and affectionate kitties named Taisha, a large siberian tiger, is allowed to sleep in my fathers caravan. I inherited the trailer after my fathers sudden death. My father liked comfort very much. The caravan itself is separated into two part, the rather small front living and driving part and the rear "relaxing" part. Inside the relaxing part a big whirlpool is build into the floor and a huge divan, which rests on a water bet mattress and is clustered all over with large soft cushions, is placed on one of the side walls. The roof is made of perspex to allow a view into the sky while you are resting on the divan. My father loved to take a relaxing bubble bath in the rather large whirlpool and afterwards lay down on the divan and sleep his daily hard works pains away.
Back to Taisha. He had been very ill as a cub for some time so one day I took him with me into my fathers caravan and made him rest there, away from the other cubs, to cure him from his illness. My father was so angry at me, I really feared he would kick me out of the circus family at last. After I had explained to him why I had brought little Taisha with me into his sacred relaxing place and that I feared for his life and after I had wept many tears in fear for my small Taisha he little by little changed his mind and finally allowed Taisha to stay inside his private retreat and get well there.
From that time onwards Taisha demanded (by loud growling in front of the caravan door and pushing against it) to be let in, even after his full recovery. And - would you believe it - I sometimes caught my father laying together with him on the large divan, both deep asleep, side by side.
After my fathers death I created a large fence around the both caravans and placed the two big cat living cages also inside that outer fence. The cages serve as separate retreats for the lion and the tigers. Each cage has several separated regions for the cats to rest, eat and so on. They are all free to enter and leave their cages and play together or with their toys inside the large fence. I did this to let them work out their build up aggression at the various toys or in playful harmless ways together.
Ok, once more back to Taisha. He has a very deep affinity for water (like all tigers I ever heard of have) and he loved to share a bath with me or my father in his whirlpool very much. Taisha had developed - after his illness as cub - into a very calm and social big cat for a tiger. I believe that he felt somehow in a debt of honor for my curing him from his illness. He likes to be rubbed and crawled all the time, especially behind his ears and he really loves to be scratched softly under his chin. If you believe tigers can't purr you are somehow right, but they can make low rumbling puffing noises and growls that sound very much like purrs but much much louder and stronger.
One day I took one of my very relaxing whirlpool baths together with Taisha. We both were totally enjoying it and I kept scratching him behind his ears. He had his head resting on my right shoulder and kept tickling me with his large moving whiskers in my ear. Silly cat. We both were placed on a build in step inside the whirlpool. Somehow it really got uncomfortable while time passed by in that very fixed sitting position with his weight on my shoulder. While stretching out my foot up to my toes I shifted my right knee a bit into his direction. I touched his right hind leg with my foot and stroke it up and down with my stretched toes to give him a nice body massage while I still enjoyed to scratch him behind his ears. He relaxed even more - if that's indeed possible - and I kept my stretched foot going up and down his right rear leg. He opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. I blinked slowly at him and he did the same towards me. That's cat's talk for "I'm very comfortable, how are you doing?".
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the bubbling warm water all around me. Suddenly I felt my stretched toes touch something. I really had no idea what I possibly could have touched until realization dawned at me. Now I had a very hard time to suppress a burst of laughter. My foot was stretched out to the max and it was located - in sheer accident - between his rear legs by now. With my closed eyes I hadn't been aware that I was scratching the inside of his legs and not the outside. It seemed that he had very much enjoyed my accidental toe fondling there because he clearly had become exited by the feel of it. At least that was the idea that had sprung into my mind and triggered my giggle. What else could I have possibly touched THERE?
I can't explain why the idea hit me that moment but I really was deadly curious about the look of his member. How did it look like? What was the shape of it? Why did I never had cared or shown interest for it before? Why did it feel so strange to the touch? Questions after questions began clustering my mind and I burst with curiosity.
I have to admit that I didn't had much sexual experience and interest by that time. I was nineteen and all my life had been the circus, the daily duties, the care for the four cubs. There hadn't been much time for love and affairs of any kind. I had explored my body on my own - please remember that I had no one except men in my family to talk to - but that's not the same.
The curious explorer that had been triggered loose inside me now definitely wanted to find out more and get some answers to the many questions in my head. I stretched my foot out a way more to reach further down between his hind legs. With uttermost care I started fondling around his tool with the top of my foot and it felt to the touch like a stretched middle finger that is lightly bent upwards. It had tiny rough parts all around it and was quite large, I guessed by the feel of it around 7 inches or so.
I hesitantly opened my eyes - somehow I feared his angry look fixed on me - but he still had his eyes tightly closed, resting his face comfortable on my right shoulder. I hoped so much for a glimpse of his member but unfortunately there was far to much foam swimming on the water and the whirlpool bubbles didn't made it any easier.
Darn it! Getting a clear view of his erect tool seemed to be very tricky. I could never reach down to it with one of my hands while he had his heavy feline head rested comfortably on my right shoulder. I bent my right leg back into a sitting position on the pools build in step and carefully took his head into both of my hands while I kept crawling his soft white fur under his chin with my fingertips. I looked around for the towel that I had laid out ready.
He seemed even more contend and I temporarily rested his chin on my opened left hand - and that was quite a show of strength for me - grabbing the nearby soft plush towel with my right. I laid the furled towel on the brim of the pool and slowly, with extreme caution, rested his chin there, still crawling him all over softly with my fingertips. He never even blinked but had that "...I love your crawling soooo much..." smile on his beautiful tiger face. I kept scratching his head around his neck up to his ears with my now freed from his weight left hand and shifted my body sideways to the left on the sitting step, bit by bit slowly away from his large feline body.
He really is an enormous cat. He every time had to wind himself into the pool to get into a more or less comfortable position. I kept stroking his head with my right hand and started a very careful exploration with my left. I softly stroke down his neck, between his shoulders, and down his spine. I patted his flank but he still showed no notion of any discomfort. I reached down to his belly and he began to shift forwards lightly. My heart was pounding up to my throat. That was very dangerous territory I wanted to explore but the curious explorer kept pushing me further. My curiosity for his member really drove me crazy. He made a move into a more comfortable sitting position, his front resting on the pools sitting step, his rear legs folded beneath him.
Now I really was anxious to touch his member. I worked both hands down his belly and carefully nearer to my goal. Suddenly he moved back up from his new sitting position, stepped onto the pools step completely, flipped there on his left flank and sent a lot of the water over the rim of the whirlpool. He had placed himself now very comfortable on the build in step of the pool I had been sitting on while he still rested his chin on top of the soft rolled towel pillow I had made for him, eyes again closed and a smile like expression on his feline face.
Now there was my long hoped for chance to explore. I reached with my right hand between his front paws and kept scratching him there to get him even more comfortable while I reached down with my left one and very tenderly touched his erect tool between his legs. It felt strange, much like his tongue in surface but very hard and stiff. I very carefully touched along his tool from tip to base and it seemed to embed a solid inner structure, like a finger bone, and got structural supported by it. It felt similar to a long middle finger with the difference that it was a lot narrower at the tip and much broader at the base.
He trembled along his spine, shifted again on the step and turned his head into my direction with a "WHAT are you doing?!?" look on his face. I blushed - I mean - I felt like I blushed - I mean - I really felt kind of stupid, hot, guilty and ashamed at the same time. I wished for the floor opening and swallowing me up in an instant. I got a completely hot feeling on my face, became very nervous and very uncomfortable and had a absolutely guilty mind. I slowly and very careful backed away from him to the most distanced corner of the pool but he slid his rear down from the step into the pool again, stood on his rear legs and followed me there.
"That has been a MAJOR mistake you dumb cow!" I told myself. He kept moving towards me, half floating on his broad chest, half walking on his strong rear legs. I really was puzzled what to do next. He was a 700pd siberian tiger and I had done something to him that he didn't like me to do. Now I really had a very SERIOUS problem.
He made a quick final float towards me and rested both front paws on each side of the pool's step I had scrambled blindly backwards onto in a sitting position. Suddenly he started licking my face with his large barbed tongue from my mouth up to my brow with long delightful strokes. I was scared to death at first - seeing him open his mouth and his enormous fangs coming closer to my face - and was relieved afterwards when he started licking my face so much, I nearly peed into the pool out of shock.
"THAT WAS SO FUCKING STUPID OF YOU!" I yelled at me with my heart pounding to my throat. At once I started crawling his neck and down his two front feet and up his throat again, all around his face, behind his ears and under his chin. He wasn't angry at all. He was puzzled somehow - as was I - but not at all angry. I calmed down slowly.
He kept moving forwards and shifted his weight onto his large front paws that now rested firmly on both sides of my sitting place on the step. I clearly got the impression that he was up into something. He kept licking my face all over and I got a quick accidental glance through a complete bubble-less space in the water. WOW! It seemed that he now really was exited. His member was fully extend from the sheath and looked very stiff and alive, pointing directly into my direction with it's narrow tip.
I finally realized what I had triggered in my curiousness. The hot water, the many tickling bubbles around us and my fondling with his member had arose him so much, he now was in need to relief that tenseness anyhow. His body demanded sex with me, somehow, but he was clearly unsure about the how. I wasn't of his kind and in a completely wrong position in front of him.
He wasn't alone with that feeling. I also was completely unsure how to react and what to do next. Running was no choice with him standing in front of me, pinning me somehow fix onto the pool's step. Running away in general is a very bad choice with big cats. Hitting him hard onto the nose to scare him away was an option to be considered but he was so passionately cleaning my face that I would have never been able to deliver that blow. That would have broken my heart.
"YOU started it, now you have to go through it!" I told myself and reached down with both hands between his front legs, down his furry belly to his erect member. I engulfed it very careful with both hands, having it slide easily between the index and the ring finger of my both hands. It felt so narrow on the tip but on the base it got very broad, even so I had no way to reach down that far yet. He at once shifted his weight back onto his rear legs, placed his both front legs up onto the pools rim in one swift move and began thrusting his hind legs forward into my awaiting hands. I couldn't see much, my sight was blocked through his large furry chest but I felt his tool moving inside my hands and he started to become very noisy. He kept growling and moved faster with every stroke he made into my awaiting hands.
"You're jacking off Taisha. You are jacking off a TIGER!!!" it dawned inside my mind but I could not think about it just yet. He increased his efforts. Big bashes of water kept swapping out of the pool and I swallowed a good deal of it. He thrust very hard towards my sitting position and into my waiting hands by now. I closed the gap between my fingers some more to hopefully increase the sensation on his members base without hurting him. With a sudden hard push forwards into my hands - while he scraped hard over both of my hand paws with his completely stiff and pulsating hot tool - he stopped all of his movement.
He growled a low grumbling growl that I could feel vibrating through the water and up my belly. I got aware of a warm smeary liquid that filled the gap between my hands in spurts and I felt it dissolve through my closed fingers into the warm bubbling water around us. He kept his stretched position for some time while his member twitched in rhythmic pulses inside my hands and he continued his low throatily growl. With another surprisingly swift move he pulled his member out from my engulfing hands, strained his rear muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member - in my shocked state it felt like watching every move of him in slow motion - while he jumped over my head. It looked very stiff, alive, erect and fleshly. He strolled to one of the carpets I had laid out around the pool and collapsed there, starting at once to clean himself (and his most private parts).
I sat somehow totally paralyzed by that short but overwhelming unbelievable experience on the step inside the pool. I really had just moments ago jacked off my lovely tiger kitty Taisha. I moved my securely closed hands above the water surface and opened them carefully. There still were some white smears of sticky fluid visible inside them. I blushed again - or at least I felt the burning heat of a blushing returning into my face. That had been a really thrilling new sexual experience for me (and him).
My somehow guilty mind called me a pervert slut but what had I really done? "Nothing wrong at all. The only thing you possibly could do in that tight situation. He demanded a solution and you gave that to him. Accept it as a friendly turn you did for your beloved Taisha. Nobody got injured so why having a guilty mind..." I finally convinced myself.
Now all my curiosity and kinkiness came back in an instant and I sniffed at the few remains of Taisha's fun inside the pool with me. It didn't smell like anything I had smelled so far. It had a very wild smell, like body odor but not so disgustingly strong, more like the faint musky note of a strong perfume. I dipped my index finger into it and gave it a small taste: Very salty and bitter...
Taisha had stopped cleaning himself and had quietly been sneaking over to me while I was puzzled by the moment and deep in thoughts. He gave the left half of my face another sudden cleaning with his large feline tongue and I took the chance and showed my two opened hands to him. He licked them completely clean of any remains and was absolutely into that clean up licking. That in turn was getting me hot and very horny.
"Taisha, I hope your first time with a female felt great?" I said to him and he licked my face some more. I reached down to my bath dress and opened the zipper in front. I had a real struggle stepping out of it inside the pool and Taisha gave me a very suspicious look. It must have looked very strange to him. I was literally slipping out of my own skin somehow directly in front of him.
I threw the bath dress with a quick move into one corner of the caravan and got myself into a very comfortable sitting position on the front rim of the whirl pool's step. My legs were spread wide apart and I slowly moved my right hands ring finger between them. I gave my clit a very good and slow stroking, all the time thinking about Taisha and trying to remember the shape and feeling of his tool between my hands. That thought was so extraordinary thrilling, it turned me on like nothing had ever done before.
I arched my head back over the pool's bulky rim and Taisha started to lick my face again from above. Oh yes, this was so arousing, pleasing myself in front of him, thinking of him all the time, getting licked by him on the face while I did this all.
It didn't took me long to build up a very high tension inside my body. I became hot, very very hot. The warm water, my lovely Taisha licking me, the things I had done with him just moments ago still clear in my visual memory. I started whimpering softly while I got closer to the point of no return by each soft stroke with my fingertip.
With every moment that passed I got more and more unaware of the whole place around me. My own sexual tension totally engulfed my senses so I absolutely got caught by surprise when Taisha reentered the pool with one of his most elegant cat like jumps directly over my head and into the middle of the pool. Big waves of hot water poured over me and I nearly drowned. Now I really was mad with Taisha. He had stolen away my sexual relieve I so much longed for right now. I had been so close just a tiny moment before. My body still was on fire but all that erotic pictures in my head had been washed away. Darned cat.
Taisha turned around inside the pool and floated again over to me. He shifted his weight onto his front legs, settling them both firmly on either side of my sitting position and started softly cleaning my face. "Yes, you should feel very guilty now. You really spoiled my pleasure, kitty. That's no excuse to lick my face..." I told him and wanted to get out of the pool. I somehow was very annoyed of him at that particular moment for stealing me what I had granted him without hesitation.
I had my elbows resting on the pool's rim, pushing me up to get out. Out of a sudden Taisha started to lick down my throat and over my sensitive tits. Oh yes! That felt great, his rough tongue stroke over my hard nipples and my still erect tits felt like burning with a fire from inside. "Oooooh Taisha..." I whimpered. All the sudden I had a longing for sexual relive again that was stronger than everything rational left in my already tortured mind. I reached down between my spread legs with my left hand while I still latched tight to the rim with my right. I gave my hard clit a very soft massage, just strong enough to build up there an equally strong tension to the feeling I got through Taisha's passionate licking of my breast with his wonderful rough feline tongue.
I was half way into a great orgasm. This couldn't possible get any better. A very strong tension in my body kept building up very fast. I arched my back to get my body higher afloat - without any thinking about it - and to induce Taisha into licking my breasts all around and not only over my burning erect nipples. He got the idea at once and gave my tits a fine cleaning, all around them but never missing the hot spot on top. If I had felt hot in lust before, I was blazing now. That was simply impossible. It felt like rushing into a certain and absolute destruction, but I wanted it, I needed it desperately. I wished my body hot and ablaze like molten lava. I wanted the tension to overwhelm me, to melt my mind away in that burning heat. I whimpered so hard, I had tears of joy in my eyes. Maybe it only was my sweat dropping down into them but nevertheless my vision blurred and I could only feel - but I did that with all my senses. This was such a great joy. I became aware of that musky strong scent again and it drove me even deeper into my horniness. Suddenly Taisha stopped licking my beasts and in one smooth move maneuvered his front paws up again onto the pool's rim.
"You stupid darned cat - damned - You! - YOU had your relieve already! - I WANT MINE - NOW - damn it! - oh please, please Taisha, please lick me further, please continue to lick my breasts, please, don't stop now, PLEASE !!!" my left over piece of consciousness yelled at him in an uncontrollable fury of disappointment.
He again started licking all over my forehead instead of my breasts while my head still rested bent back on the pool's bulky rim. All of a sudden I felt the tip of his stiff member scratching the back of my hand while I had my index finger deeply inside my pussy, massaging my clit as hard as I could endure to give me that last push that I longed so much for. At once I became fully aware of the situation, it felt like something hitting my head hard and bringing me back into reality in no time. The realization stoke me like lightning out of a blue sky: "He wants to mate with ME and maneuvered himself into a perfect position!"
"Let him, oh please, let him fuck me, don't loose a second hesitating, PLEASE, I'm so cloooose, so darn close. Let him do whatever he likes. Please! PLEASE!!! I want him inside me! NOW! I can't stand a second longer without sexual relief!" my subconsciousness yelled at me like a million voices at once.
"Fuck me Taisha, be a nice big kitty and fuck me deep, passionate and hard..." I whispered breathless, removed the finger from my wet glowing pussy and let his hard member take it's place there. Very carefully I guided him into me with my now free left hand while I floated some space above the pool's step. My back, bending my chest upwards in lust, had brought me there.
What than followed I can't describe in clear words. It was like the hardest torment someone could think of combined with the most unbelievable joy one could feel at the same time, completely and inseparable mixed together.
He at first worked his penis inside me with very slow and gentle strokes. His rear pumped into me beneath the water surface, supported by his muscular rear legs. Ripples on top of the water surface built up and slapped against my chin. I felt like I was walking along on the edge of an unconsciousness. He sped up with ease, hitting my blazing clit hard with every stoke of his upward curved member. Every deep thrust he made into me lifted us both up a bit and we afterwards slowly descended down, drifting in the bubbling warm water, his member sliding a short way out of me and rasping along my inner and outer pussy lips and softly stoking over my sensitive clit.
He redoubled his efforts, his tool kept moving in gentle strokes fully into and back a short way out of me, sending spasms of joy through my whole slit, belly and spine. I was over the point and the hardest orgasm I ever had reached in my whole teenager live hit me like a divine force. I floated in mid air - at least it felt so - between heaven and earth. I moaned very loud, my back bending hard, my feet twitching on each side in uncontrollable convulsions of joy below the water surface.
I couldn't think any more and clamped my arms and knees around him out of sheer reflex to the unbelievable joy. I wanted to hold him tight, to never let him stop his mating with me. His long soft belly fur brushed with each thrust that he did into me over my belly and my breasts. He finally stopped his movement and let out a loud rumbling growl I could feel resonating though my belly and up my spine and down into my still twitching legs. I felt his hot tiger seed spraying inside me, felt his penis pulsating with every spurt he made, felt him scratching over my clit with his large tool in that pulsing waves, felt all my vaginal muscles contract and relax uncontrollable around his large member.
That did it. My life was over. I felt like dying that very moment. A smaller second orgasm, triggered by his soft wet fur, his rumbling growl, my blazing hard clit and the sensation of his pulsating members inside me, hit me even harder than the first orgasm had. I was in heaven because that sensation couldn't possibly be for real. I couldn't hold back any longer and screamed a soft howl of relief and immeasurable joy. He made another short thrust into me and his tool spurt more of his sticky sperm into me. He finally roared with a piercing loud voice.
I - in a sudden shock by his loud roaring above me - let go of my clinch around his body and to slow in my somehow mindless stage became aware that I was floating directly beneath him, firmly settled onto his very large and stiff member. My letting go drifted me down some distance while I despairingly tried to reach ground with my stretched toes. I tried to get hold around him again but by doing so I completely unintentionally slit down along his still pulsating penis until I could feel his furry sheath entering my outer pussy lips and spreading them apart with a soft brushing sensation. He loved me for that complete unintentional move. His rumbling growl of pleasure on top of me tripled in intensity and another powerful hot spurt of semen shoot deeply into my womb.
I was completely spent. That was the most unbelievable thing I ever had experienced in my whole life. This fuck was so unearthly good. I tried to relax in that new position, having him buried inside me from tip to hilt and enjoyed the nice warm afterglow feeling that spread up and down through my whole body. I stood tiptoes now, searching hold on the ground of the whirlpool while I kept my upper body over water only by softly clasping his flanks again while I began to rub my both hands up and down his flanks and spine to show him my endless thankfulness. His tool continued to make soft twitching moves inside me and he seemed to like the feeling of my rubbing hands and my soft warm pussy all around his whole member very much. He made to my great pleasure no sign at all that he wanted to split our deep concretion too soon.
I suddenly remembered the jump out of the pool that he had made and hoped for good that he wouldn't try such a stunt with me attached to him in that deeply way. My concerns were to my fortune without any reason. He seemed to enjoy every single moment of our deep connection very much. It felt so indescribable nice, that deep feeling of a physical and spiritual bond between us that I had with him now. Our warm bodies clung so close together, I enjoyed his company more than I ever could have imagined. He now not only was a part of my family, he was my lover now and I had become his mate. Now we belonged together. I couldn't think of anything better that had ever happened in my whole life.
After some time I got aware that his hot sticky tiger cum leaked out of my pussy. The warm pool water entered me and I could feel it slowly mixing with his leaking out seed. His rumbling growl of relieve softened and finally ceased. We both stood still inside the pool, he stood with his dripping wet fur over me, I still clasped around his body directly below him and rubbed his spine up and down with my free hands in deep gratitude for him and everything he shared with me that moment.
He shifted backwards and his tool reluctantly gave way out of me. It hurt slightly, his sharp - through his excitement now fully extended - penis spines rasped against my inner pussy and all over my still blazing sensitive clit. He suddenly made one swift motion down and back and slit out of me completely in one fast move. I let go of him and my bum hit the step quite hard that I had been floating above a very short distance all the time. He again strained his rear leg muscles and jumped over me and out of the pool. I got a very detailed glimpse of his member and marveled about his size and shape. I settled down onto the step and let my head fall backwards over the pools rim completely, the rolled towel where Taisha had rested his head before in my neck.
I was completely done and couldn't believe what just had happened. I looked blankly onto the caravan ceiling and watched the fluffy clouds floating by through the perspex roof. I noticed the noises that Taisha made while he was busy cleaning himself. That really had been the best time in my life that I could remember. It had been the best fun I ever had. No, fun wasn't the right word. It simply had been completely addictive. I had to do this again. Very soon. I had to get that wonderful feeling again...
Taisha came over to me after a quick cleanup of his private parts and positioned himself alongside the whirlpool's rim, his face directly over mine. I somehow managed my left hand stroking him softly behind his ears.
"Taisha, that simply was unbelievable. I love you so much my kitty. Thank you for everything you just allowed me to share with you!" I whispered. I believe he understood the meaning of my words. He blinked slowly at me in response and I closed my eyes.
I woke up again a hour later or so. Taisha had gone outside to play with his friends. I still sat inside the whirlpool, my neck aching a bit because of the unhealthy position with that rolled together towel in my neck. I slowly got my head upright and tried to get my spine in a correct position again.
"Wow, that was the most pervert and unbelievable erotic daydream I ever had!" I thought and shook my head in disbelieve.
I sat up and climbed out of the pool. Only when I stood outside it I noticed that I was completely naked. Where was my swimsuit I always wore inside the pool? It lay in on corner of the trailer, messily and clammy. This simply couldn't be true! I crouched down and reached between my spread legs. I felt slimy and a whitish fluid covered my index finger after I had pulled it out.
I still couldn't believe that all of that erotic dream had been REALITY in spite of the hard evidence that I carried inside me... | FSE |
Title: Maybe Massage with CUM Ch. 01
Tags: cum, cum on boobs, massage, fetish
"How are you?"
"Good . Yeh, great."
"No, really. How are you this morning?"
"OK" Tema answered. "I feel fine today."
Her partner continued. "Are you up for this?"
"Yeh. Looking forward to it. I feel a lot better than yesterday. You know me. Sometimes I just think too much."
He knew this was an 'easy out', but the main thing was that she was ready for today. They could go over the rest in more detail when she was ready.
"His name is Charles and he is new. Details submitted put him in his mid-thirties and well off. He has no physical problems listed. The reason he gave was that it helps him relax more than anything else."
Tema's voice was calm and clear. "Sounds fine. No problems. How long?"
"Initially an hour but he has requested that the longer option be kept open."
They parked and he followed her down the sidewalk. A fine looking woman. The tight short white leather skirt showed her every move. Moves accentuated by the obscenely high heel shoes she had become so confident wearing. The white certainly did it for him. Contrasting her long dark hair and giving her that 'I'll be your head nurse look'. The very low cut, white top, so tight across her tits and then loose down to the skirt finished the picture. She looked good enough to eat.
"I love you." He said.
Formalities at the door were quick and painless. Charles parting with $150 and Tema leaving a business card on the hall table.
MAYBE MASSAGE
FULL BODY MASSAGE
SPIRITUAL MASSAGE
SENSITIVE TO THE INDIVIDUALS NEEDS
Tema followed Charles into what looked like a spare room, leaving her partner in the lounge. She took a quick glance at him to reassure herself that he was OK. Some clients were uncomfortable with his presence but soon realized that, if her partner was not in the next room, Tema was not there.
Sitting relaxed in the expensive lounge he could hear groans coming from the next room. There was no mistaking it. Some were Charles' response to pain. He knew only too well how one of her massages could hurt. This was understandable as Tema was not small or frail. She had a deceptive strength in her hands and arms. Hell! The woman loved to wrestle and now that she was giving massages regularly her strength was developing.
Another groan and Charles closed his eyes. They did not remain closed for long as he did not want to miss any of the sight in front of him. Her wonderful red lips were one of her outstanding features, her eyes another. When she smiled her whole face smiled. She was smiling now. She did enjoy her work. His eyes then moved to her breasts. They were large and barely contained by the very low cut top. The top produced ample cleavage and left the top part of each nipple exposed. Well the top part of each areola was clearly visible, and Tema's were large. Charles was mesmerized though this was not unusual for Tema as many of her low cut tops exposed these parts of her nipples. She loved showing them and loved the reaction she got from men. She kept her large breasts well tanned by nude sunbathing in her back yard and her large, dark areolas were often visible through her tops. This woman genuinely loved to expose her tits and would often expose them completely while driving near trucks. She did not need her partner to encourage her. She did it while driving alone as well. She did not hide this and would tell her partner after each event and this often lead to great sex.
At the moment though, they were being devoured by Charles' eyes. He was on his back and getting his initial rubdown and oiling. Over on to his belly now and he seemed to gain more courage.
"Would you consider a few extras?"
"Maybe"
"Would you consider..."
"Maybe"
She answered each of his special requests with a deep 'maybe'.
"Maybe Massage" said Charles. "Very cleaver"
More money changed hands and Tema settled in to work on his back. Her tits were fully exposed now and swayed as she worked. They were large and firm and each ended in a magnificent nipple. 15 minutes later Charles was on his back with eyes wide and pleasure written across his face.
He was more like mid-forties than mid-thirties, but he was in good condition. He had made some intelligent small talk and Tema felt at ease with him. After another 15 minutes she pulled on the gloves and liberally soaked his belly and thighs with oil.
Now SHE was focused. She worked his abdomen and thighs, carefully avoiding contact with his fiercely erect cock, while never taking her eyes from it.
Tema was still fascinated by them. She had seen a few in her time but not as many as 'you' might think. With limited sexual experience she had entered a single-partner relationship in her teens. This had lasted till her early thirties and had severely limited the expression of her sexuality, both with others and sadly, with herself. This had changed in the last year or two and with the venture into this new business, she was making up for lost time.
But for now she was focused on a cock. She loved the way they grew large and firm, often enjoying and prolonging each phases along the way. Sometimes cocks reacted to the sight of her. Sometimes they reacted to her touch. But occasionally they reacted to her sexuality. To the fact that she did what she was doing now and enjoyed it. These were the best. When someone took the time to explore the psychological side of her sexuality, this turned her on as much as any physical act. To accept her sexuality and enjoy her for it, to love her for it, that was amazing.
She refocused. By now both hands were working the oil-soaked cock and balls, independent of her conscious thought. Now the groans were unrelated to pain.
Another question and another 'maybe' and Charles had access. His hands roamed over both magnificent tits, settling on the nipples. Charles was gently squeezing them between finger and thumb, experimenting with pressure, rolling and pulling. There was no mistake, she preferred straight pressure with a slight pull. As he increased pressure her hands worked more energetically on his cock.
She was good. She would get him close ...on the edge... then ease the tempo and pressure, shifting her attention to the shaft. It was a nice cock she decided. A little longer than her partners but not as thick. (There were places she really craved the thickness.) An attractive cock here and that raised the level of HER enjoyment. For there was no mistaking it, she was enjoying this too.
Charles was sweating now. Several times he thought he would cum but Tema had different plans. Several times pre-cum had bubbled from his cock and this seemed to intrigue this wonderful sexual, sensual woman. She would touch the cum on his cock with a gloved finger and lift the finger, intently watching the string of cum joining the two.
By now Tema was wet and aware of the sensations coming from her nipples. She was not aware of just how much pressure Charles was applying to these big fantastic nipples. It was all too much for Charles. She was using 2 hands, moving them up and down as well as rotating them. Few cocks could last long under this treatment and this cock was no exception.
Though she was ready for the cum. She was not ready for the force with which it was released. The first stream hit her chin, left a ribbon across her cheek and ended with many creamy droplets in her beautiful wavy dark hair. By moving back a little she was ready for the second shot, she thought. But by moving back while still holding this beautiful cock she only succeeded in aiming it lower. The second blast hit her exposed tits.
Fuck she thought as she looked at her tits. Both were covered in a large quantity of thick creamy cum. She loved watching the ribbons of cum fly through the air, but wearing them was not part of the plan. The next ribbon went harmlessly into the air and the rest ran down her gloved fingers to pool at the base of the cock.
Wow that was amazing, she thought, but simply said.
"Mmmmm that was nice." Charles was breathing heavily (surprise, surprise) and staring at Tema. Charles looked at the thick line of cum running up her chin and across her cheek and at the drops in her hair. Then he looked at her cum-soaked tits. Tema's hands were still on his hard cock. She was not working it, just looking and admiring the volume of cum it produced.
"You look unbelievably good." He stammered. "Thank you Tema, that was wonderful. "I have not cum like that in years. You truly are fantastic."
His voice brought her back.
"Mmmmm I enjoyed you too. I hope you are relieved and satisfied." She said.
She was standing, both hands still gently wrapped around the cock, looking at Charles, who had one of those 'cat who swallowed the canary' looks across his face.
Charles had a cum fetish and could not tear his eyes from the sight in front of him. This beautiful woman was standing there in conversation with him, while some of the cum on her cheek ran down to join the cum on her chin. It then formed a long dangling strand (as only cum can) that swayed from her chin each time she spoke. A blob of the cum on her left tit slid down to the nipple and there was another ribbon of com dangling from it. The contrast of the dark tanned nipple and the creamy cum was beautiful. This was a fantasy cum true.
What amazed Charles most was that she was totally relaxed and comfortable with her current condition. Tits exposed, cum on her face and covering her tits and in her hair...his cum...and she still had her hands around his cock. This really was a lifetime memory in the making.
"Did you cum?"
"No." She replied. "But it was nice and I loved your powerful squeezing of my nipples."
"Didn't I hurt them?"
"No. I need at least that much pressure to get the sensation."
Several of the drops of cum in her hair dropped onto her forehead and started to slide down.
"So HONESTLY, did you really enjoy that."
"Yes definitely." She replied. A large dripping from her chin onto her right nipple.
"But, a 'working girl' enjoying her work." He said in disbelief. "Surely that is unheard of."
"OH I'm not a 'working girl'. I have a regular well paying job, as does my partner. We just do this to satisfy my urges and curiosity, and for a little extra holiday money."
Still disbelieving Charles continued. "Doesn't your partner mind?"
"No." Tema said, shaking her head and causing more drops to leave her hair and join the cum already sliding down to rest on her eyebrow. Charles wished he had a camera recording this show. He makes his living with cameras and when he really wants one there are isn't one handy.
"Why should he. I don't love you. I'm not going behind his back or lying to him. I'm not exposing myself to disease." She paused and looked down at her cum covered tits.
"Oh. Yes, well this does not normally happen. I seemed to get a little carried away with you today. And this is not too great a risk." She moved to turn as she finished speaking. Charles caught her hand.
"Please wait a moment. You look absolutely fantastic. You look gorgeous to me right now. Right now, you are a fantasy of mine cum true. And a fantasy of millions of others too, I'm sure.
She replied. "Well I know my partner would enjoy this sight. He has a major 'cum fetish'. Removing her hand from his, she stood back for him to admire."
"Do you like the way I look?" She asked playfully.
"OH GOD YES" He replied.
She swayed her tits from side to side and turned her head so the cum covered side of her face was towards Charles. She extended her tongue and sensually ran it around her lips, careful not to get any cum on it.
"Do you like the look of cum on my tits? Your cum splattered all over my tits and nipples. Your cum all over my face. In my hair and ready to drop into my eyes. Do you like that?"
"OH GOD YES" Charles, groaning again now.
"Do you like it dripping from my chin?" She moved her jaw.
"OH GOD YES"
"Do I look good standing here talking to you with your cum covering me and not even trying to clean it off. Does it excite you to know that I enjoy standing here, in front of a man, covered in his cum and talking to him?"
"OH GOD YES"
She raised her gloved hand with his cum still thick on the back of her fingers. She turned her hands and brought them to her open mouth.
"Would you like to see me lick it off?"
"OH GOD YES"
She did not do this. Instead she scooped several large globs off her tits and held them expertly above her face and open mouth.
"Would you like to see this cum drop into my mouth or would you rather see it drop all over my face?"
"OH GOD YES" This articulate, intelligent man had his entire conversational skills reduced to three words, and in this case they didn't even answer the question. Continuing her 'role' she smiled at him and asked.
"Would it have been better if I had knelt down in front of you so you could have shot that huge load all over my face and into my mouth?"
"OH GOD YES"
"Would you want me to open my mouth and let you see your cum in my mouth?"
"OH GOD YES"
"Would you like me to be your 'cum slut', and do anything you ask me to? To beg for your cum and lick it off anything while you take photos."
No answer this time. Just a grunt as Charles came again. Tema was safe this time as the cum just oozed down over his own fingers.
As Charles used a towel to wipe his hands and cock, Tema used one of her warm moist towels to clean herself up. Charles spoke as they cleaned.
"You are a very sexual person Tema."
"Mmmmm it's a large part of my life and after trying to deny it for nearly 15 years, I have finally accepted it. I am usually more careful than today and I am faithful to my partner. That is, I do not enter any sexual contact without his knowledge and without protection." She paused to think. "We both enjoy a variety of sexual experiences with little guilt. Our path is one of shared sexual experiences, Made possible by our love and mutual respect. I have seen spirituality described as a person's exploration of the self. Examining the meaning to their life and their interactions with others. Is this so separate from sexuality. If a definition like this is acceptable, does it not place a person's sexuality deep inside their spirituality. Can the two be separated? However, the majority of our sexual experiences involves only the two of us."
As he spoke Tema knew the intelligent Charles had returned. Evolution was cruel to give males a cock and a brain...but only enough blood to run one at a time.
"That sounds like a very unusual relationship. It is certainly outside most people's perception of normal."
"Tema spoke with a degree of sadness in her voice. "Yes I think religion and 'moral crusaders' have an unnatural power over peoples behavior. If you remove religion and social prohibitions from the last hour, it could be seen as a healthy woman experiencing an intimate time with a healthy man. Even bringing this man a degree of relief and happiness, while enjoying the experience herself. Doesn't sound sinister to me. Don't see any mutilated bodies. Don't see anyone being held against their will. Try as I might, I can't see the harm. My only concern is that my partner remains at ease with what we do and that I don't let societies narrow and bigoted view, damage my self esteem."
The words Charles spoke showed his awe with this woman. "I have never known anyone remotely like you Tema. I am mesmerized by you and your openness, in fact by your total sexuality. You are truly captivating. Can I see you again?"
"Remember Charles. This is a business arrangement. I have no intention of meeting you."
"Yes of course." Charles spoke quickly.
"I did not mean it as it sounded. I meant can I make another booking?"
"Yes of course. Just follow the online procedure you followed last time." Tema's voice now had a business-like tone.
She was heading for the door. One last question please. Was Charles pushing his luck here?
"What turns you on? What is your sexual fetish? A woman like you must have at least one."
"I am able to enjoy all types of sexual activities I have tried so far. However, the one that does it for me physically is Anal." Tema replied as if she was ordering a coffee. "In particular?" Charles pushed.
"All aspects of anal. On my partner and on myself. Insertions and much more. But that is another story."
"Could I use my hands and toys on your ass next time?" Charles asked.
"Maybe." She said as she pulled the door closed behind her.
Did Tema return? Did Charles get his wish? How did Tema's partner react to her story of her time with Charles? What experiences has Tema had with her other 'clients'? Is it true that this was only her 6th client?" "What were Tema's other meetings like?"
There is so much more to tell. But the most important question is: Does such a woman exist?
"OH GOD YES"
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AUTHORS NOTE: Tema has many more adventures to experience and she has promised to share these with me. She has also agreed to share the stories of the clients she has had to date. | literotica |
Title: Matt and Michelle Ch. 04
Tags: incest, taboo
I was hammering a nail into a board in shop class. Wait, no, that's not right. I was stomping my feet on a wood floor. Was I? No, I was pounding on a door. But I wasn't pounding on a door. Someone was pounding on a door.
I awoke from dreaming all of these things to hear actual knocking on my front door. It was 10 am. After a night of sexual exploration broken up by little naps, I was not really all there. Michelle pulled a pillow over her head with one hand and gripped my arm with another as I crawled out of bed with the intention of answering the door.
"Just ignore it and they'll leave," she mumbled from behind her pillow shield.
Even though she had induced an explosive orgasm from me just a few hours before, I was once again half hard. None of my clothes were in her room so I stumbled into the hallway and grabbed a towel from the bathroom on my way down the stairs. I was seriously hoping it was someone trying to sell something or convert me, and the sight of me throwing off my towel and being in all of my naked glory would cause them to run the other way and never show up again.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," I sighed to myself as I glanced through the peephole. Michelle's friend Kelsey was right there on our front step, banging on the door. I decided to just yell through the door and avoid having her see me in a towel.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Hi Matt it's Kelsey! I'm picking up Michelle. We're going to the track meet. She's not answering texts and I've been outside for like forever." Boner: killed. "Can I come in?"
Shit.
"Oh, uhhhh sorry! Yeah, she left early this morning. I think she said she was going to the gym. Maybe she'll meet you there? At the track meet?"
There was a pause. Kelsey was rude and intrusive and pushy and the chances that she'd leave were slim.
"Well can I come in for a minute? I need to use the bathroom."
Shit. Again shit. I glanced behind me and Michelle was crouching halfway down the stairs. Her hair was tousled and she was wrapped in a sheet. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.
"Yeah, bathroom, fine." I wildly gestured for Michelle go to back up to the room and close the door. I opened the door for Kelsey who was dressed like she was about to go clubbing, not to be a track meet spectator. I braced myself for the heavy flirting that was about to happen. This girl could not take a hint.
"Soooo...are you by yourself this morning?" She was smirking and glancing down at my towel.
"Ah, no. Nope. Got a girl upstairs. So, you know, gotta get back." I glanced longingly at the top of the stairs. It wasn't a lie. I did have a girl up there and was itching to get back. It just so happened that girl was my sister.
"So you need to use the bathroom? You know the guest bathroom - right there behind the den. Knock yourself out."
Kelsey looked crestfallen but I'm not sure if that made her any less determined. I could tell she was deliberating in her head about how far she would push it. Before she could ask any more questions or follow up, the shower went on upstairs. Kelsey's eyes widened and she leaned her body and glanced up the stairs, as though she could see into the bathroom from that angle.
"You know what? It's cool. Sorry to have disturbed you. I can use the bathroom at the track. Tell Michelle to text me when you see her." She made a hasty retreat and I let out the biggest sigh of my life. Once she was gone and I heard her car leaving the driveway, I charged up the stairs lightning fast to get back to my love.
The bathroom was already steamy and Michelle was in the shower singing something from Hamilton. I dropped the towel and opened the shower door, stepping in and pressing myself against her back. I was already half hard again.
"Well, hello you." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I got rid of our intruder. Do I get a prize?"
She turned around and put her hands on my shoulders. I loved the feeling of her nipples lightly brushing against my chest. Michelle scrunched her nose and said, "I kind of feel bad for blowing her off. But in my defense I didn't commit to going to the track meet, I just said I might be interested."
"She is gone now and we get the morning back to ourselves. Is there anything in particular you want to do?" As I was speaking, I was also brushing the back of my hand and tops of my fingers against her left breast. She was squirming in ecstasy and lowered a hand to her pussy and started to lightly rub. It was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever witnessed. I could have blown a load right there on the spot, but I decided then and there that any cum I ever had again would be for her whenever and where ever she desired.
"I want to do it."
"Um, I think we've been doing it, Shelly," I laughed.
"No. I mean real, penetrative, you-in-me kind of sex. I want to feel your dick inside my body."
"Oh!" I don't know why this startled me. I think somewhere in my mind I knew we'd get there. "Right now? In the shower?"
"I don't know. What do you think?" She was as turned on as I was, and I could have plunged my now rock hard cock straight into her at that very moment. But that kind of first time should be special. Standing up in the shower felt exciting but not special.
"Let's finish up here and when we get out we can figure out the best time and place." This was literally the most restrained I have ever been in my life and I still don't know how I managed to utter that sentence.
"OK, wash me then!" She handed me a shampoo bottle and I started on her head. Once that was washed out and a little conditioner washed out too, she washed my hair. Every touch felt special and amazing, but unfortunately also was pushing me closer to cumming.
When it came time to soap her body, I was careful to wash all over but not linger or spend any extra time on her pussy. She was slippery and so aroused that it took every ounce of effort I had to not finger her. But I got her washed without giving in to that desire.
When it came time to wash my body, I didn't know what to do, She started with my face, neck, and shoulders. By the time she got to my chest I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. I leaned in to kiss her, and we stood there, me still holding her wrist, making out for a solid 5 minutes. The water started to get cooler so I quickly soaped and rinsed off the rest of my body. She turned off the water and we got out and dried ourselves off.
"This is so Adam and Eve," she said as we walked into my room. "We could just wander naked through the house all weekend."
I smiled at the thought of us doing that, and of all of the other things we would get to do to each other. I looked at her glowing face, long brown hair wet on her perfect shoulders. Gorgeous tits. Perfect waist, curved hips, glorious pussy, splendorous legs. Mostly my mind flashed with the memory of all of the years we had. All of the shared moments. All of the experiences. Everything we had in common. She was not a weekend fuck toy. She was the perfect woman. She was my sister. She was the love of my life. I was going to figure out how to treat her like it.
"Let me take you out, Shelly."
"Like, on a date?"
"Exactly on a date. It doesn't have to be fancy, but let's go out. Maybe brunch?"
She smiled back. "Yeah. I mean yes, let's do it. Let's go on a date." She leaned in to hug me and my erection pressed against my stomach between us. A little friction and it would have made a mess all over the both of us, so I gently separated our bodies.
"I'm sorry that I'm perpetually hard around you. It seems to have a mind of its own. It's a relief to know it works after a month of it not cooperating but now it's just...out of control. I promise it'll get better. I mean, I think it will."
She was staring intently at it, which was not going to help it go down.
"Would it help if I made it soft?"
"Like...you're going to scare it or something?"
"Hahaha no silly, I mean I can make you blow a load and get some relief for a little bit."
Just hearing her talk like that made my dick flex a little. But that wasn't what I wanted.
"The next time it does that, I want it to be from making love to you Shelly."
"I love you Matt."
"I love you too. Now get out so I can get some clothes on and let's get some brunch."
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We don't live in a tiny town. But we do live in a town small enough that the odds are high that you will bump into someone you know when you're out and about. Kids from school, their parents, co-workers, teachers, neighbors. Sometimes even relatives. My hope when we got into my car was that we wouldn't bump into a single person we knew today, and get to live for the next few hours like husband and wife. I know, it's cheesy, playing house like that. But it felt like everything in this moment.
We settled on a nearby Mexican restaurant that we hadn't been to in a while. Michelle said that Mexican food sounded good, and I liked the thought of being in a dark, candle lit room gazing into her face.
We were seated at a round booth and scooted so we were sitting right next to one another. "Margaritas? said a very bored sounding waiter. I don't think either of us looks like we are over 21. I glanced at Michelle and shrugged. "Want one?"
"Kinda? I mean, only if you will."
"OK, we'll have 2 on the rocks with salt."
The rest of the meal was fairly uneventful, but as they cleared our plates away Michelle's playfulness started to turn to a little sexual, probably fueled by the half a margarita she had finished. She was doing this little sexy shoulder dance and I kept having to adjust my basketball shorts around my erection. Without any warning, she reached under the table and rubbed the tip of my cock which was peeking up through the top of my shorts, but under my shirt. She rubbed over my shirt for a second and then stealthily slid her hand under my shirt and squeezed the tip. Pre-cum oozed out and onto her palm. She opened her hand and started rubbing her flat palm over the head of my cock in a circular motion. Her movements were subtle and we were sitting very still so none of the dozen or so other patrons seemed to notice anything. I felt my eyes going in and out of focus it felt so good.
"Matt? Michelle?" It was Dana, mom to my classmate Robby. "Hey you guys! How are you doing?"
"We're great Mrs. J! Just grabbing a bite to eat." I was grateful that Michelle managed to speak in complete sentences because I'm pretty sure at that point I was drooling. She also stopped rubbing and instead grabbed my shaft with her hand and squeezed, holding on to it. Thank heavens for liquid courage.
"Great minds, I was craving this place," laughed Dana. "Ralph is meeting me in a minute. It's so good to see you guys, especially you Matt. Don't see much of you since you started State."
"Yeah." OK so I wasn't going to be William Shakespeare while my sister firmly held my hard as stone cock in her fist. "Good to see you too."
"You know I wish Robby and his sister got along as well as you two," she said while Michelle started slowly pumping my throbbing erection up and down under the table. "I don't think in a million years they'd just go out and have a meal together." Pumping stopped, circles on the head again. "Maybe one day they'll be closer like you are." Back to gripping the shaft, and now gentle tugs. Tug. Tug. "Well here comes Ralph. Enjoy you two!"
"Thanks Mrs. J! Matt and I will see you guys soon I hope!"
Once she walked away from the table I sputtered some air out of my lungs and gasped, and pulled Michelle's hand away from my crotch.
"I swear Michelle I am going to explode so hard it's going to hit their fucking table."
"Say no more."
Michelle flagged down the waiter for the check, paid, and escorted me out to my car in the basement of the parking lot. She walked just in front of me but I don't think it did much to hide the tent in my shorts.
We jumped into the car and by the time the doors were locked her head was in my lap and she was sucking so hard on the head of my cock that her cheeks were hollowed. The rest of my cock was still under my shorts, but the head was out and it was enough for her to go to town. Not surprisingly, my entire body shuddered and I came instantly into her sucking mouth. As I was blowing a sizable load into her warm mouth, she reached under her skirt and started to frig her pussy furiously. I reached to help her but was mostly under the spell of spewing junk against her firm tongue and didn't really make as much progress as she did with my hand. With the head of my cock still in her mouth she started screaming through her orgasm, and as she did some of my cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and fell back into my lap.
She sat up and the obscene look of her was too much. Red-faced, panting, drooling my cum. I grabbed her and kissed her while she lazily fondled my softening cock. I slid a hand down to her pussy just to get a quick feel, and my hand was lubricated with her juices immediately. She began to grind against my hand and I slid in a finger, and then two. It only took another minute before I got her off and her body shook a little bit against my hand. I slid my hand out and rubbed her tits under her shirt with her juices. We made out in the car for a few minutes before we were startled by a knock on the window. It was a parking attendant telling us that this wasn't a place for our behaviour.
We pulled out of the garage and made the drive home silently, holding hands and each imagining all of the things we wanted to do for the next 24 hours before our parents came back home. | literotica |
Title: Kari ed il suo Pokemon (ITALIAN) by Theprey
Tags: Human, Italian Language, M/F, Masturbation, Snake, Vore (soft)
WARNING: Italian language
Kari era una bella e giovane ragazza, aveva lunghi capelli biondi e occhi azzurri. Un corpo minuto ma grazioso. Inoltre, era una brava allenatrice di pokemon. Il suo pokemon preferito, era un'esemplare di Ekans.
Il suo Ekans, era un pokemon molto forte ma purtroppo, c'era un problema: Ekans non riusciva ad evolvere in Arbok. Kari aveva studiato innumerevoli tipi di allenamenti e diete, ma sempre senza ottenere alcun risultato. Finchè un giorno, in biblioteca trovò un vecchio e polveroso libro intitolato: "Allenamenti Proibiti". Kari prese il libro e lo portò a casa, pensava che forse avrebbe trovato la soluzione per il problema del suo Ekans.
Giunta a casa sua, si chiuse nella sua camera da letto e stando sdraiata sul letto, cominciò a sfogliare il vecchio libro. Lesse di molte tecniche proibite di allenamento finchè non trovò quel che cercava: un rituale che avrebbe permesso al suo pokemon di evolversi molto velocemente. Kari lesse ad alta voce "Per consentire ad Ekans di evolvere subito in Arbok, l'allenatore deve essere pronto a sacrificarsi dandosi in pasto al proprio pokemon." Perplessa e un poco incredula, Kari ci rise sopra e decise che quella era una soluzione davvero stupida. Perciò, prese il libro e lo chiuse in un cassetto della scrivania dove sarebbe rimasto dimenticato per molti giorni.
Kari si era quasi completamente dimenticata del libro e del bizzarro rituale di cui esso parlava quando accadde per caso che in una calda giornata estiva, mentre era sdraiata sul suo letto con indosso la divisa alla marinara della scuola, per scacciare la noia, Kari cominciò a toccarsi: dapprima con discrezione si passò qualche volta le dita sopra le mutandine poi, manmano che l'eccitamento cresceva, la sua mano divenne più audace e andò ad infilarsi sotto le mutandine, cominciando ad accarezzare lentamente ma con decisione le sue parti intime. In breve tempo, Kari era già molto eccitata: la sua faccia era rossa, i suoi occhi lucidi e già cominciava a sentirsi bagnata in mezzo alle gambe. Quando chiuse gli occhi sentendosi vicina all'orgasmo, le capitò una cosa strana: ebbe una visione di lei completamente nuda e avvolta dalle spire del suo adorato Ekans. Questa visione unita all'eccitamento crescente, le causò un'orgasmo molto inenso: tutto il suo corpo si tese, la schiena si inarcò, la mano libera si afferrò saldamente alle lenzuola del letto e lei non pote fare a meno di lasciarsi sfuggire un sommesso gemito di piacere.
Quandò tutto finì, Kari rimase per qualche secondo sdraiata immobile sul letto col viso ancora arrossato e trafelato poi, lentamente tiro fuori la sua mano destra da sotto le mutandine. La ossevò a lungo in silenzio: era completamente inzuppata dei suoi umori vaginali. Si chiese anche se essere mangiata da Ekans sarebbe stato altrettanto intenso ed eccitante. In preda ad una nuova ondata di eccitamento causata da questa sua nuova e folle fantasia, la ragazza, corse alla scivania aprì il cassetto e ne tirò fuori il vecchio libro proibito. Prese a sfogliare freneticamente le vecchie pagine finchè non ritrovò il capitolo che le interessava e riprese a leggere da dove aveva interrotto. "Affinchè il rituale possa riuscire, l'allenatore deve essere desideroso di donare se stesso al pokemon e il momento migliore per attuare questo rituale è una notte di luna piena." Lentamente Kari chiuse il libro, si alzò dalla scrivania e avvicinatasi alla parete col calendario, segnò con un pennello la data della prossima luna piena.
La ragazza, ormai stregata dall'idea di essere mangiata, passò i giorni che la separavano dal prossimo plenilunio a masturbarsi con quella fantasia nella mente ogni volta che ne aveva l'occasione. Inoltre, per essere certa che Ekans la divorasse, sottopose il pokemon ormai divenuto il protagonista delle sue fantasie ad un digiuno rigoroso.
E alla fine, la notte di plenilunio giunse. Kari al massimo dell'eccitazione, fece uscire Ekans dalla sua sfera pokè. Lei era seduta sul bordo del letto mentre Ekans era sul pavimento raggomitolato fra le sue spire. "Bene Ekans oggi è il grande momento!" Esclamò Kari entusiasta "Tu mi mangerai e poi diventerai un bellissimo Arbok." Il grosso pokemon serpente, inclinò la testa di lato con fare perplesso. "Coraggio non perdiamo tempo!" La voce di cari era incrinata dall'eccitamento e mentre si spogliava era pervasa da un lieve tremore. Intanto Ekans, continuava ad osservare perplesso la sua padrona che si spogliava.
In pochi secondi Kari terminò l'operazione ed ora il pokemon poteva ammirare il bel corpo della sua padrona: un corpo minuto ma snello e ben fatto, due bei seni piccoli ma piacevoli e la peluria bionda dell'area pubica. Sempre seduta sul boirdo del letto Kari domandò al suo pokemon "Allora ti piaccio?" Poi con fare sensuale allungò una gamba fino a sfiorare col piede il muso del serpente "Non vorresti assaggiarmi?" Domandò visibilmente eccitata mentre i suoi genitali cominciavano a dare segni di eccitamento: la clitoride si induriva e la fica cominciava ad essere umida. Ma Ekans non reagiva e questo raffreddò un poco Kari "Non mi vuoi mangiare?" Gli chiese "Perchè?" Kari non capiva, aveva lasciato Ekans senza cibo per giorni, perchè adesso non la voleva mangiare? Quindi, pensò di cambiare straregia: sempre tutta nuda, si distese sul letto dando le spalle ad Ekans, fingendo di dormire. Per Kari l'attesa fu snervante, mentre aspettava che Ekans facesse la prima mossa il suo eccitamento cresceva e la sua fica stava sgocciolando i suoi succhi senza dar segno di voler smettere. Ad un certo punto, Kari udì un flebile rumore e poi qualcosa cominciò a solleticarle i piedi: Era Ekans! Kari era così tesa che il solletico ai piedi le causò un brivido di immenso piacere ma si trattenne e continuò a fingere di dormire. Continuò a fingere anche quando si accorse che Ekans stava striscando sopra il letto ed anche mentre lentamente il pokemon cominciava ad avvolgerla nelle sue spire.
Ekans lavorò delicatamente e lentamente: prima avvolse il suo corpo attorno alle caviglie di Kari poi, lentamente fu il turno dei polpacci, delle cosce, dei fianchi e del petto della ragazza ansante a causa della malcelata eccitazione.
Kari senti le lisce e sensuali spire di Ekans avvolgerla, le sentì strofinarsi contro il suo nudo corpo: era un piacere indescrivibile! Soprattutto quando le spire del serpente comincarono a strofinarsi contro le sue parti intime già molto stimolate, portandola molto vicina ad un grande orgasmo. Quando le spire di Ekans si avvolsero attorno al suo collo, Kari smise di fingersi addormentata: al limite del piacere e con voce tremolante sussurrò al suo pokemon "Ora mangiami..."
Obbediente Ekans cominciò a stringerla saldamete fra le sue spire, Kari potè percepire sul suo corpo tutta la forza di Ekans che però la stava stritolando senza farle male. Nella stretta fatale del suo pokemon, la ragazza cominciò a gemere e dibattersi langudamente, sentiva le spire del serpente che le stavano schiacciando i genitali ed i seni, inoltre, la lenta e progressiva asfissia le stava procurando strane sensazioni di piacere. Passarono così alcuni minuti e Kari stremata dal grande turbinio di sensazioni ma soprattutto dalla stretta micidiale di Ekans, aveva smesso di dibattersi anche se era ancora viva e coscente. Con le sue ultime forze, Kari aprì gli occhi giusto in tempo per vedere la grande bocca di Ekans spalancata e pronta ad ingoiarla.
"Ah..." gemette la ragazza appena un'attimo prima che le fauci di Ekans si chiudessero sulla sua testa.
Ekans incominciò così a ingoiare la propria allenatrice partendo dalla testa. Presto venne il turno delle spalle, dei turgidi seni, per proseguire poi con il ventre snello. Quando la bocca di Ekans giunse in prossimità dell'area pubica, Kari ebbe un'ultima reazione: tutto il suo corpo si irrigidì e la sua fica bagnata, spruzzò un lungo getto di liquido vaginale. Pochi istanti dopo, anche la fica bagnata di Kari venne inghiottita da Ekans che ne assaporò i succhi prima di proseguire il pasto con cosce, i polpacci ed i piedi di Kari.
Il piano di Kari aveva così funzionato alla perfezione. Tranne che per un dettaglio: Ekans era ancora Ekans!
FINE | FSE |