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Title: Dragon Knight
Tags: lesbian, does not actually contain dragons, fantasy adventure, drama, 18-year-old, lady, milf, younger woman, older woman
Stories said that there was no living thing that could withstand dragonfear.
That morning, Jeni had awoken expecting a usual day; sunny and warm, calm and quiet, full of baking and lugging hay and wood, with her brothers and mother and father. Instead, on that day, the sky above her village would fill with smoke and arrows, enough to darken the sun.
Jeni had seen grown men gripped by a terrible fear, greater than the fear of the fires that burned the village to the ground, and the fear of the army that closed in around the village, or their fears for their wives or children. Jeni saw the men of her villages, that had been her icons of strength, broken by the dragonfear.
She would learn, much later, that it was not these men's fault; the mindless terror a dragon's presence engendered was enough to drive men mad with dread, or to stop the hearts of women and children. Only the most willful, or the most clever, or the most courageous, or the most foolish, could withstand the presence of a dragon. With everyone else in the village screaming and running, fleeing in blind panic, Jeni ran from fire to fire with a bucket in her hand. Desperately, Jeni fought to save her home and her village; she felt the tears stinging her eyes and chasing down her face, cutting worn paths through the soot and ash.
In the end, she fell, exhausted; she was bent but unbowed, falling to her knees in the still-simmering ash that had once been her childhood home, put her face in her hands, and wept.
She did not know how long she had cried (hours, she thought) when she heard the sound of boots, and the voices of unfamiliar men. She was too tired, too worn and too spent to lower her hands or open her eyes, though, until she felt a firm hand grip her shoulder, and attempt to tip her over.
"Oi!" the man called, his voice as rough as untreated wood, even as Jeni's arm whipped around to strike his. "This one's alive! Sargent, this one here's alive!"
Jeni raised her head to cast her gaze about, nervous and unsure what was happening around her. Two handfuls of men made their way through the ruins of her village, swords at their sides and wearing protective chain shirts and tunics. They were digging about in the ash with sticks -- long sticks with metal spikes at the end, which they used to move what little of the ruins were intact out of their way.
One of the men, perhaps a little older, his skin a little more olive-coloured and his face certainly more weather-worn than the others, broke off and moved towards Jeni.
"Tauric." the man beside her said, seemingly out of nowhere. "I'm Tauric. And this is my Sargent, Lauris. Do you remember your name? Were you hit on the head?"
Jeni turned her head, to regard him with anger and a touch of confusion. "I'm ...', she began, and then paused. "I'm Jeni, of the Barrelwrights. My father is ... was a Barrelwright, as his father before him, and as my brothers will ... would be. And I was *not* hit on the head."
The olive man, who had closed with the pair whilst Jeni spoke, narrowed his eyes, and regarded her with a most unique combination of compassion and suspicion. "There was a dragon." he stated simply.
Jeni nodded. The olive man's tone implied that she owed him some explanation. "There were fires." Jeni answered. "The dragon, it ... it lit so many fires. I had ... this bucket ..." she said, holding the remnants of the fire patrol's bucket aloft. "I was on the fire patrol. Only girl on the patrol. My father insisted. Said there was no rule against girls carrying buckets."
Images of the arguments between her father and the other men of the village tore through her mind. She had never been a girl, like the other girls; she had little interest in baking or child-rearing or sewing, and had cared nothing for hopscotch or skipping rope, spending her time instead climbing trees, exploring the woods, chasing frogs, or fighting other boys with sticks; habits having seven brothers had only encouraged.
Lauris still looked suspicious, but nodded. "And you ... tended the fires, even as the dragon ...?" he said, his tone making his words a question. As she nodded, Tauric gazed at her as though she were growing another head, so she added, "It ... didn't work."
There was a pause, before Tauric and Lauris responded to her comment with laughter, looking around themselves at the ashes of the inferno all about them. Jeni felt her lip quiver, but she was too tired and too angry to be bothered to cry again. Lauris stepped closer, and offered his hand to help her stand.
"I'd say not." he said, with a chuckle, as Jeni stood. "Still. I think your father was a wise man, to have told the fire patrol to take a girl with enough *chutzpah* to throw water onto dragonfire." He nodded to Tauric, who smirked and nodded back.
"Come, girl. You're probably hungry, and cold and wet and thirsty, I wouldn't doubt." he continued. "Let us see if we can't find you a bath, and some clothes?"
Lauric took Jeni to a tent full of women, who tended to her. They set her in a warm bath, and with cloths and sponges cleaned her face and her body, and brushed her hair. The bathwater was scented, like lilacs, which Jeni had never heard of before. The ladies wore robes of silk in a rainbow of colors, and painted their faces as the women of Jeni's village did only for festivals, making their lips red as roses and their eyes shadowed in blues and greens.
The ladies joked with each other all day long, and while Jeni did not quite understand their humor, their laughter was nonetheless infectious, and Jeni laughed along. Throughout the afternoon, men would come into the tent, and then leave, taking one girl or another for a short time. When the girls returned, they were often flushed, and the girls who had stayed behind offered amused congratulations, although Jeni was not sure why. As afternoon turned to evening, some of the girls offered to paint Jeni's face, and she gratefully accepted. They made over her face, in white and red, greens and blues, brushing and combing Jeni's hair, and making the girl in the mirror appear as the young woman Jeni might grow into one day.
Abruptly, though, the flap of the tent was flung aside. The cool of the night air seemed to rush in, and several of the ladies gasped. Silhouetted by the light from the tent, still standing in the darkness of the outside, Jeni could make out the straight lines and gleaming metal of plate armor. A knight. Jeni sat very still, hoping whomever stood at the door would not notice her, among all the other girls.
A voice came from the figure at the door, one that was gruff, and gravelly, and had the tone of one used to command, but it surprised Jeni, for it was also the voice of a woman.
"There was a girl sent here." the voice spoke. The figure stepped into the tent. She bowed her head, slightly, although she need not have; she was not short, by any means, but nowhere near the six-foot opening to the tent.
Some of the ladies passed a snicker back and forth as the armoured woman spoke. They exchanged knowing smirks, and Jeni had the feeling that somehow she'd missed a joke. Several of the girls shifted slightly, parting their robes just so much, revealing more skin than Jeni had seen from any woman except her mother.
"Well, m'lord ... *m'lady*. There's all kinds of girls here. Probably even some what could fill *your* fancy, had you a notion to it." said one of the ladies, near the front. As she spoke, the lady stood, and Jeni found herself staring as the painted woman *flowed* across the floor. It was as though she never quite lifted her feet from the ground, even as her hips swayed back and forth. Jeni caught herself staring, and blinked.
The woman in the plate armour, however, stood unmoving. She was not as *pretty* as some of the other women assembled in the tent, but her stern grey eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips would have turned heads in Jeni's village. These features combined with her blonde hair, which was cut in a boy's bob-cut around her face to make her a striking woman. Jeni wondered what she would look like, painted as she other women had been.
"That's no matter for now, though, is it?" the Lady spoke, cracking a slight smile. "To be sure, I am ... my muscles are weary, from a day's work, and I may yet come seeking a girl skilled with her *... hands*, to work the knots from my shoulders, and a day's riding from my thighs." The woman in the armour raised an eyebrow, smirking as if pleased with herself; the ladies around Jeni shared another giggle, and one made a curious motion with her tongue between two fingers at another. "Still. That shall have to wait. I'm here for the girl." the armoured woman finished.
Heads quietly swiveled until much of the room was looking at Jeni. She felt her cheeks flush at being the center of attention, and saw the armoured woman blink several times, as if in surprise or disbelief. "I was told the girl in question was quite young." the lady said, quietly. Nearly as quietly, the woman beside her answered, with a mischievous grin, "Well, makeup can work wonders, and you know these farmgirls -- strong and sturdy, like their fathers."
The lady's calm demeanor returned, and she nodded to her hostess, before crossing the tent in three long strides, to stop beside Jeni. "May I take a moment, girl?"
Jeni didn't feel she had another choice; the woman in armour had a way of asking questions that made them seem like commands. She nodded, and rose, and walked alongside the woman towards and out the door of the tent.
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The night outside was much cooler than the interior of the tent, and Jeni shuddered at the sudden change of temperature. All around, men made their way back and forth, and music from some nearby campfire teased around Jeni's ears and feet. There was great a field of tents all around them, dozens if not scores.
"I am Lady Hathdrake." the lady said, and then paused, waiting for Jeni to respond. Jeni nodded, answering only, "Jeni" and pointing to herself.
The Lady Hathdrake began to walk, a measured pace, with her armor clanking and clanging. Jeni walked along, not quite jogging so that she could keep up. "I am told you fared remarkably today. I'm told you were found clutching a fireman's bucket, working to the last."
Jeni opened her mouth, meaning to correct Lady Hathdrake, but the lady kept speaking. Jeni slowly closed her mouth wordlessly.
"There are few, very few, who could continue at their duties, even duties as essential as a fire patrol, as a dragon bore down on them. I've seen grown men wet themselves and hide behind rocks as dragons passed overhead; I've seen horses struck dead in terror at the sound of a dragon's call. Dragonfear, it's called. Breaks the minds, and hearts, of men. All men." the Lady said, watching Jeni's reaction with a slight turn of her head.
Jeni only nodded. She remembered what she had seen of the others in her village, and remembered having to fill the buckets herself, before running across the village clutching them, because all others had fled -- or perished. Dragonfear.
"All men and women are overcome by dragonfear; it strikes the wise and the foolish, the courageous and the craven. There are none that can stand against it. Except..."
The Lady abruptly swiveled on her heel, to face Jeni. "Why, except *you*. A simple farmgirl, who tended a bucket while her village burned, who somehow evaded the dragonfire, withstood the dragonfear, and stayed on duty while everything she knew burnt to ash, and dust." The Lady's eyes narrowed at Jeni, and she regarded her with suspicion.
Jeni's mouth fell agape again, then closed, then opened. She wasn't sure what the lady could be accusing her of. She felt as though she was going to cry, though she didn't have any tears left. She closed her mouth again, and only nodded in response, before mumbling, "Yes."
"Yes ... m'lady." the armoured woman corrected her.
"Yes, of course. *M'lady*, so sorry." Jeni said, with a slight curtsey.
The Lady raised her hand, still clad in a leather glove, and ran her thumb across Jeni's face, smearing the paint there. Quietly, she murmured, "You can still *smell* it, can't you? That scent like a roasting suckling-pig, the smell of a bonfire of rotten eggs?"
Jeni nodded, blinking to try to hold back tears, and failing.
"You are not the only one to have lost loved ones to these beasts." the Lady said, quietly. "My father had a summering-home not far from here. I was ... I was perhaps not *quite* your age. The house went up like kindling-wood. I remember ... I ran to the barn to free the horses. I remember setting my hands on the gate; it bore our house-crest, and it was so, so heavy ... and that day, so *hot*."
She closed her fist, tightly, as the unpleasant memory of the painful burn was painful itself. Jeni nodded, and the Lady nodded back to her.
"I cannot promise you *kindness*, for you are starting late, and a girl besides. It might be an *easier* life if I return you to the ... the girl's tent, for you to age and make your own coin. But I can promise you hearty meals and a fine bed, with a horse to ride and the feel of cold steel in your hands."
Jeni's head swirled. She wasn't sure what the Lady was talking about. The Lady must have seen her confusion, for she knelt, carefully, her armor protesting, dropping to one knee, so that her head was just above Jeni's eye-level.
"I would train you, as I made my father's men train me. Swordplay. Armor wearing. Combat, heraldry, and other knightly matters. I would *teach* you such skills, Jeni, such skills that ..."
The Lady paused, and breathed a heavy sigh, her voice ragged. She reached out, and took Jeni's hands in her own "Jeni, I ... I do not have your gift. Like all the others, I am *powerless* before the wyrms; the dragonfear strips me of my skill and pride, and leaves me a sobbing wreck, just like all others. All others, *but you*. You could *fight* them, Jeni. I could teach you."
"Fight ... dragons?" Jeni asked, nervous and unsure of the Lady Hathdrake's words. The Lady nodded eagerly.
"More than *fight* them, my girl. You can do much more than fight them. With my help -- you can *win*."
\= =
Lady Hathdrake had been honest when she said she could not promise kindness. There were no more than a month of nights, in the next ten years, that Jeni did not go to bed with aches and pains, and bruising, muscle pain and exhaustion seemed to be constant companions. But she grew steadily stronger, her muscles well-defined under a soft and protective layer of flesh. Jeni's curves presented challenges to the armorsmiths and bowyers the Lady had hired, and between her 12<sup>th</sup> and 14<sup>th</sup> year even her training armor had needed constant adjustment. Late nights were spent pouring over ancient books with special tutors, learning the things a young knight would need to know.
Throughout the process, Lady Hathdrake was Jeni's constant companion. When Jeni was young, the Lady was protective and loving, helping her learn to read and write; when she grew older, their relationship matured, into something akin to that between an older brother and a younger sister, or lifelong friends. The Lady helped Jeni celebrate her accomplishments and work through her trials, encouraged her, and gently teased her to keep her modest, just as Jeni's brothers had done.
Jeni did not remain quite so naïve as she had been when she first arrived at Lady Hathdrake's keep. She noticed, even when young, that the Lady kept only young and female servants, each one pleasing to the eye in a different way; some curved and plump, some muscled or thin, this one blonde and that one with red hair. The Lady knew each of them by name, and flattered them with praise and compliments, which, as a younger woman, Jeni had thought was a sign of a caring master of the house. When she came to understand that the Lady had brought most, if not all, of these young women to her bed at one time or another, she was at first confused, for what little she knew of such things had suggested that it was a man that lay with a woman. But, after reflection, such a choice made sense, since, after all, the Lady had taken up blade and bow, rode into battle and commanded men to fight and die, and wore armor and was the head of her household. Seeing her with a man, or a suitor, would have been even more confusing.
One evening, early in Jeni's eighteenth year, after a particularly difficult day, she had retired to the sitting-room. Her tasks were done, and her tutors had already left for the night. Mira, a pleasantly plump little brunette with a quirky smile, had brought Jeni her ointments for her bruises and wine, for her ill mood. Jeni had been liberally applying both, her body aching from her first full day in full regalia instead of training armor; the extra weight did not distribute well over her slim shoulders and wide hips. Carvil, the armorer, had promised revisions, and between that and a considerable exertion of will, Jeni had barely managed not to force *him* into the ill-fitting wreck.
Still. The wine was chilled, and the fire warm, and the day done, and she *had* armor, and sword, and a full stomach and a good horse. Aching hips seemed a small price to pay.
"I hear tell your first session in the armor was not a *rousing* success." came a voice, sounding lightly amused from the door of the sitting-room. Jeni turned to the Lady Hathdrake and smiled, albeit slightly half-heartedly, adjusting her body to prepare to take her legs off the widened seat, to make room for them both.
"I'm sure -- *ouch* -- it will improve. Carvil is likely in his room, cursing these child-bearing hips right now, and wondering how to get the steel bent around them." Jeni said, with a chuckle. "In my training armor, so much of the weight was on my shoulders, but here, it's like the chestplate rests wholly on my hips..."
The Lady nodded, as she took a seat beside Jeni, holding aloft a goblet, and a dusty bottle of wine. "As did mine, at first. He shall need to mount it higher, and bring the armor of your hips up to meet it, I expect. I brought this for sharing -- ambrosia, with a hint of strawberries. From the southern provinces. Two glasses, and I promise the ache in your hips shall be *swept away*" the Lady said, pushing both hands apart from each other, then setting the items she held down on the end table. "Bring your legs back up, Jeni; I can see the welts at your hips, and you *must* ache."
Jeni hesitated, but relented; she brought her legs up, and the Lady Hathdrake reached out to pull them onto her lap, wincing and producing a sympathetic whimper. "Oh, you ... " she muttered, and pressed her fingers at Jeni's calf.
Jeni had, in the past, professional muscle-workers, to help her muscles to relax, strengthen, and grow, part of which was a rub-down after a hard workout, but those masseurs had not worked her muscles with the attention and supple strength of the Lady's touch. A soft, low moan escaped her lips, and she felt herself blush, and she giggled. "Feels good" she murmured, and sipped her wine.
The Lady Hathdrake rubbed at her calf a good long moment or two, quietly, before softly saying, "The definition in your legs is incredible." As she spoke, her hands rubbed along the back of Jeni's calf, down from behind her knee to her ankle -- and then came up again, over the knee, to gently encircle Jeni's thigh.
"Your hands feel so good." Jeni said, and heard herself let a small moan escape, again. She turned herself, slightly, trying without being vulgar to present the back of her thighs to Lady Hathdrake, imagining how lovely it would feel to give those strong muscles relief.
The Lady took to her new task willingly; she rubbed at the backs of Jeni's thigh, about a third of the way up, and Jeni felt her leg shudder, and her muscles relax. "Try the ambrosia." the Lady said, pausing and picking up her goblet to hold up to Jeni. "It also relaxes the muscles, not just the mind."
Jeni pressed her lips to the goblet, letting the Lady Hathdrake raise it for her. The ambrosia was sugar-sweet, like a fruit juice, smooth and wonderful, and seeming just a little warm. She murmured slightly, and the goblet was lowered. The Lady stared at her a moment, seeming to wait for a reaction, and Jeni nodded, licking her lips. "Delicious."
"I know. Sinful, yes?" the Lady replied, smirking. "Much stronger than wine, too, so be cautious how much you drink."
"Oh?" giggled Jeni. "Not going to carry me to bed, are you?" she said, before catching herself and biting her lip.
The Lady paused in rubbing Jeni's thigh, and a sudden silence hung between the two, with the crackle of the fire as the only noise. Jeni *thought* to say, "That's not what I meant!" but, of course, it *was*. She didn't know if it was the warmth of the fire, the chill of the wine, or the tingling in her nose from the ambrosia, but Jeni had never been so bold with the Lady, though, and wasn't sure how she would take it.
"Well." the Lady said, her amused voice braking the silence as her bow-lips curling into a smirk, rubbing again at Jeni's thigh. "I cannot say the thought had never occurred to me."
Jeni felt her mouth fall slightly open, and was at a loss for what to say, her mouth suddenly dry, her eyes wide. She had been the Lady's friend for years, and the Lady had done so much for her! But, then, she had never seen the Lady show anything but kindness to her serving-girls, paying them generously, and supplementing the dowries of those who left her service to marry. And she was strong, and her eyes keen, and clever...
"It's crossed my mind." Jeni said, trying to sound coy, as her heart leapt in her chest. It *had*; not like this, of course, and yet, she had wondered why ... "Mostly, I wondered ... why the other girls, but never me." she said, abruptly drinking her wine to stop her mouth from speaking.
The Lady's fingertips danced over Jeni's pants, rising higher, just over halfway up her thighs. "You'd do well to roll over, onto your stomach." the Lady said. "... the other girls?" she asked, thoughtfully, then made a light clucking sound with her mouth. "You mean the servants. Would any widowed Lord not be expected and forgiven *his* indulgences? Are mine *so* bad?"
With a moan, as the tension in her muscles let go, Jeni shook her head. "No, no, it's not *bad*. I just, used to wonder, why ... why it was never me. All these other girls, but ..." The tension was relaxing in her muscles, but Jeni could feel it building in the room, a plapable sense of the impending, a sense that something, some event, grew near, even if she was unable to say exactly what it might be. And another tension had started, a curious one, between her legs, a tingling awareness grew along her womanhood.
"...oh." The lady said, quietly. Her left hand worked at Jeni's left thigh, the one closest to her, pressing against the skin through Jeni's pants. Jeni felt the position of the Lady's hand acutely, just south of her buttocks, rubbing, stroking, pulling just a little. She felt the Lady's right hand on her head, stroking her hair, playing with it, and giving it the gentlest pull, before letting it fall through her fingers. Then, she rubbed at Jeni's neck -- her thumb on one side, and her fingers on the other. Jeni softly moaned, yet again, and felt a wonderful shudder work along her spine. Her hips lifted slightly, arching her buttocks up, just slightly. "Well, you were ... very dear to me. And still young, and working so hard. I thought about it. Often. Remember that night, after your first jousting tournament, when you were so excited, when we shared that wine by the fire? ...I thought about it. But you were so tired that you were asleep before we could..."
The Lady paused, and pulled her hand back from Jeni's neck, to take hold of the ambrosia and drink deeply. Jeni turned her head to watch, and noted the blush to the Lady's cheeks, and doubted it was merely the drinking.
"I was tired that night." Jeni conceded, her voice surprising her with how low and husky it was. She watched the Lady drain the goblet, and refill it, as she nodded. Jeni then continued, slightly more quietly, adding, "But I'm not that tired tonight."
The Lady turned her head, and met Jeni's gaze. In the Lady's long stare, Jeni felt a question, so she nodded her assent, very slightly, and she saw a smile play around the corners of the Lady Hathdrake's lovely, soft-looking lips. "Well. Perhaps not tired..." the Lady said, maintaining eye contact and speaking deliberately as she squeezed at Jeni's thigh. "But sore, I imagine. I suggest you remove these pants, so that I can give your hips a good rubdown, as well."
A frisson of excitement raced through Jeni, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Her mouth was abruptly dry, again, and her lips parted, and her bottom one trembled, as though she meant to speak, but she didn't bother to. Instead, she shifted, holding her hips up, reaching beneath herself, and undoing the ties on her pants. Holding herself up with her shoulders, the ache in them suddenly gone, she hooked her thumbs under the sides of her pants, and shimmied, to push them over her wide hips.
She felt the Lady Hathdrake's hands on her own, then, looping her fingers about the waist of her pants, and pulling alongside Jeni. Painfully slowly, the two worked together to slide the pants down, until Jeni could hold them no more; then, the Lady Hathdrake took them, and *pulled*, freeing Jeni's legs entirely.
Jeni felt the warm air of the fire on the back of her thighs and her buttocks, but more than that, she could feel the Lady Hathdrake's gaze as she traced along them, with her eyes. She watched the Lady's face closely, and caught a glimpse of her pink tongue licking along her lips, as anticipation danced in her eyes. Jeni felt the anticipation as well, as it danced across her hips and along her womanhood, which was growing moist and wonderfully sensitive.
Jeni felt the Lady's hands return to her thighs, and the partial fulfillment of her eager anticipation drew another murmured moan from Jeni, which she partially stifled by burying her face in the pillow of the couch, finally breaking the eye contact with the Lady. She felt the Lady's gifted hands, slender but firm from a lifetime of use, press against the flesh and muscle that ran along the curve when Jeni's thighs became her buttocks, felt the hands dig in and press, then rub, in small circles. Jeni felt her womanhood pulse with each rub, as if it was calling out to the Lady Hathdrake, asking to be rubbed just as lovingly.
"That... feels..." Jeni began, and then abandoned the phrase, lacking the right words to describe the sensation of the Lady's hands on her body. The hands worked apart, curling around the curve of her buttocks and up, until each hand cupped one of Jeni's hips. Taking Jeni's hips, one in each hand, the Lady pulled, firmly, enough to move Jeni just a little closer to her on the couch.
The sensation of hands clutching her hips, pulling her backward, caused such a sudden and strong throb from Jeni's womanhood that she called out, and felt some of her juices spill, into her undergarments. She adjusted her hips, rocking them in place, and felt her thighs spread as she settled into the Lady's firm grasp. She tried to moan, only to have it escape her lips as an undignified whimper, as in hushed, quiet tones, she said, "*Yes*."
Both thumbs then teased around the edges of Jeni's undergarments, running along the soft skin of her buttocks, sliding down in unison to the space between her thighs. The thumbs hooked around the panties there, and she pulled slowly, working the panties free. The thumbs continued to rub, one along either side of Jeni's womanhood, and she bit down on the cushion of the couch to stifle another moan. She could feel the Lady Hathdrake's eyes watching her pantyline, and bit down harder to keep from crying out as the Lady's thumbs traced so carefully around the outer edges of her womanhood.
"You're already damp." the Lady said, her smile creeping into her voice. "You have thought of this before." Jeni was unwilling to speak because she could not have trusted her voice not to squeak, or moan, or whimper, so instead she nodded vigorously. The Lady slid a thumb across Jeni's lips, to rest just atop her soft entrance as she hooked the other around Jeni's underwear and pulled it aside. Jeni heard the Lady gasp, and then sigh, as Jeni's womanhood was laid bare before her.
Jeni felt her hips rock side to side as the Lady's thumb revolved around her center in a slow circle. She heard the couch's springs adjust, as the Lady moved in closer, and heard her breathe heavily, feeling the warmth of the Lady's breath on her buttocks, and across her womanhood.
The Lady murmured something, but Jeni missed it. She let go of the cushion with her teeth, intending to ask her to repeat it, when her voice abandoned her, as she cried out. She felt the Lady's lips, soft and plump and round, set on the edges of Jeni's womanhood. Her bottom lip quivered, and in doing so, rubbed against Jeni's mound, setting her thighs aflame, and her tongue slid between her lips, to circle around Jeni's opening, sending a shudder through her body. The Lady Hathdrake moved her hands, to hold them to Jeni's hips, to better press Jeni's wetness to her mouth and tongue, and Jeni cried out again.
"You taste *delicious*." the Lady moaned into Jeni's womanhood. Jeni could feel the Lady's hot breath on her pussy, and felt it throb, longing to feel the Lady's tongue again. With a murmur, the Lady set her mouth down on Jeni again, and her tongue swirled around Jeni's innermost opening. Jeni felt her thighs shudder, and felt unsure of her knees. She tried to raise her upper body, to lead on her elbows instead of her shoulders, but the Lady placed a soft yet unyielding hand on her left shoulder, holding Jeni down as the Lady's wicked tongue teased out more of her sweet nectar.
All Jeni could do was moan appreciatively into her pillow, and moan she did. "Oh, Lady Hathdrake, yes, like that, m'lady, please don't stop. Oh, to the Gods, your *tongue*, God, yes, push it ... push it in, like that." Jeni felt her hips rock, as she tried to draw the lady's tongue deeper into her sex, struggling to draw even more ecstasy from her lover's mouth.
The Lady Hathdrake murmured around Jeni's womanhood, as her fingers traced Jeni's buttocks and settled on her thigh, "You like it, then?" and Jeni nodded, whimpering. The Lady's right hand continued around Jeni's ass to trace the line between her cheeks, coming down from above, as the Lady's left hand traced up her thigh, coming up from below.
When the Lady's left forefinger traced a circle around Jeni's swollen clitoris, she let out a cry and felt her thighs tremble. "*Yes*" she whimpered, as the Lady Hathdrake gently slid the middle finger of her right hand past her tongue.
It felt as though the Lady's finger might pry Jeni apart. Late in the evenings, left alone in her room, Jeni's hands had, of course, explored her body, but they had never pushed inside. Hearing the eager moan that came from the Lady Hathdrake as she worked her finger into Jeni's body, Jeni felt herself quiver, her thighs growing weak. Her hips rocked back against the Lady's hand, trying to help to push her deeper, and Jeni felt a growing *need*, to a need to have the Lady's hand probe the innermost parts of her.
The Lady's hand met some resistance, and she brought her left from Jeni's eager sex to the small of her back, and paused from feasting on her juices. "This *may* hurt, for a quick moment." she said, her voice soft, but firm, like a nurse offering solace.
And then she pressed, and Jeni felt her maidenhead fold. She cried out, more in pain this time but not without pleasure, for the Lady's finger had explored wonderfully deeper. She rocked her hips, adjusting to the new sensations, and she felt the Lady trace a circle inside of her, gently pressing the soft and eager flesh of Jeni's moist cave, ensuring her maidenhead was no more and that Jeni's pain passed quickly.
The pain having passed, Jeni gave a small nod, and heard the Lady Hathdrake murmur approvingly. Inside Jeni, the Lady's finger curled as if bidding Jeni to come hither, and she set her left hand back on Jeni's soft mound, her thumb pressed alongside Jeni's clitoris.
Jeni nodded again, and murmured, "...more. More...?"
Jeni heard the Lady Hathdrake giggle, and felt her stomach turn summersaults to have excited her so. "One more?" she replied. "But *then* you must do something for *me*."
Jeni didn't know what the Lady might ask for, but didn't care. She nodded eagerly, accepting the bargain. The Lady ever so gently withdrew her finger, as Jeni moaned out her disappointment.
With a soft murmur, though, the Lady simply adjusted her finger position, and pushed again, with her index and middle finger both, this time. And the feeling of the two, pressing deeply into her flesh, the smell of her sex in the small room, the feel of the Lady's tongue still lapping up her juices, the pressure against her womanhood from the Lady's thumb, was all suddenly much too much for Jeni.
She cried out again, as she felt her womanhood contract around the Lady's fingers, as if to snap them in two. Her thighs shuddered vigorously, and she gathered a handful of pillow between her fingers to squeeze. When she cried out, her voice sounded raw and rough, almost angry, and the feel that tore through her felt as though it meant to rip her in half, a forceful *pulse* that raced out from her pussy to her throat, even as it curled her toes.
And when it passed, she collapsed forward, pulling away from the Lady's touch and tongue, gasping for air and sighing. Now she knew was it was to cum, the climax that she'd heard discussed, and all the bother and circumstance around sex seemed to clarify in her mind. *That* was the sensation that the foolish and the wise alike might fight for. Now, it seemed worth it.
Behind her, the Lady Hathdrake laughed, and clapped lightly, even as licking her hand clean. "Oh, that was *wonderful*! That was the first time you've had anything inside you, wasn't it? Wonderful. And you're *delicious*. Ambrosia there, too." she said, gesturing towards Jeni's still-glistening pussy, as she stood, and shifted her weight from hip to hip. She then reached down, and began to undo her belt, staring at Jeni's rear as if mesmerized.
Jeni watched her slide her pants off and heard the clunk as her belt hit the ground. The Lady Hathdrake had perfectly-formed legs with strong, wide thighs and a lovely curve up to her hip. She slowly sat in an armchair, her lips a perfect smirk.
Perched at the edge of her chair, she parted her legs, revealing a shock of blonde hair. She then carefully crossed her legs, letting the foot that was now held aloft bounce lightly, before circling the toes.
"Come over here." she said, her voice a low purr in the dim firelight. "I think you made me a promise..."
Jeni pulled herself off the couch with her arms, slowly easing herself onto all fours, stretching as she did so. She licked her lips with just the lip of her tongue as she made her way across the floor; her mouth seemed dry, and her nerves raw. When she got close, the Lady brought her foot down, and her legs rested one beside the other; Jeni carefully set her right hand on the lady's right knee, hesitated a moment, then set her left hand on the lady's left knee. Very lightly, she pressed, as if to push the two away from each other.
As they parted, the Lady gave a pleased-sounding murmuring noise, appreciative. Her hand gently slid Jeni's hair from her face, and her knuckles stroked Jeni's cheek, but Jeni's attention was elsewhere.
The hairs between the Lady's legs were trimmed, neatly cropped to be of modest length and shaped into a heart, which held Jeni's eye. From beneath the neat heart-shaped patch, Jeni could see the folds of the Lady's womanhood. Jeni had never seen one up close before, excluding a few stolen glances at her own, though the use of her handmirror.
She shuffled closer, on her knees, bringing herself between the Lady's parted thighs. She could smell the Lady Hathdrake's scent now, a wonderful combination of musky and fruity. The lips of her womanhood were a dull red and flushed, and they were slick with her dampness, as Jeni's own were. Jeni felt her tongue trace over her lips, and she wondered what her Lady would taste like.
"You promised, Jeni." the Lady said, her voice teasing, a smile playing across her eyes as she set her index finger on her lips. "Promises are for keeping." Her other hand slid into Jeni's hair, to cup the side of Jeni's head, and gently but insistently pull her forward.
Jeni required no further persuasion. She moved forward, and pursed her lips, touching them near the top of the Lady's womanhood, and drawing a gasp from her. She could watch the Lady's face from here, looking up across her seated, naked body, and she could feel the lady's excitement at her touch. Jen pressed against the Lady's womanhood, and then gradually pulled her lips up and away, causing the lady to give a slight whimper. Jeni kissed again, sucking just a little, and she felt the Lady's little nub become trapped for a moment between her lips. In response, the Lady pressed on the back of her head firmly, and rolled her hips up toward Jeni's mouth, so Jeni could tell it was appreciated.
"D ... don't be afraid to use your tongue." Lady Hathdrake said, rubbing at Jeni's head. "Your lips are so soft, but ..."
Jeni cut off the Lady's response by slipping her tongue out between her lips, where she had the Lady's jewel trapped. Jeni flicked with her tongue, as the Lady had to her, and a moan emerged from the Lady's lips, and she bit down on her knuckle, and nodded. "Like that" she panted, "Yes, Jeni, *just* like that..."
Jeni adjusted her lips to secure her hold on the Lady's treasure, and felt her hands trace along the Lady's thighs, pulling them more apart while moving towards their base. Her lips grip secured, she traced her tongue along the Lady's pearl again, a circle, an X, a wave up and down. Her lips twitched as she fought a smile, appreciating the mewling noises her lady was making, the curls of her Lady's hips, the fevered nodding of her Lady's head.
As her tongue swirled, her finger traced in around the edge of her cheek, trying to slip in where there was room. Sliding past, it found its' way to the hot and pink folds of the lady's womanhood, and paused a moment there, to trace the edge. The lady's hips responded right away, tilting and adjusting to beg Jeni to explore more, and it was too much; Jeni's lips slipped free of the Lady's pearl, and she gasped for air and let out a light laugh as she watched her mentor squirm beneath her touch.
Jeni's index finger traced around the Lady's sex. Jeni's fingers were slim, but firm from years of gripping at swords and horse reins, and her fingernails trimmed short. She wondered if Lady Hathdrake could feel the lessened softness of her hands over the servant-girls. In the center of the Lady's sex, Jeni could feel a small hole, snug to her finger, and knew it was Lady Hathdrake's entrance. She smiled again, a slightly wicked smirk, as she remembered back to the feeling of Lady Hathdrake's fingers inside her.
"My Lady" she said, her voice deep and husky, sounding heavy in the firelight. "I'm going to ..." she paused, unsure of what to say. But she didn't need to say anything else; the Lady Hathdrake was already nodding, furiously.
She lowered her head back down, and traced about with her tongue once more, and as she did so, pressed inward with her finger.
There was a wonderful feeling of overcoming just the slightest resistance as Jeni pressed into the Lady Hathdrake, and then a wonderful soft warmth enveloped Jeni's finger. Her tongue flicked back and forth across the Lady's clitoris, pulling short cries from the Lady's throat, and Jeni pressed in with her hand, pressing the finger in past the first knuckle, in to the second. The Lady's hips rose to meet Jeni's hand, and she moaned Jeni's name.
Jeni felt a wonderful surge of pride and desire well up within her. She was already pleased with what she had drawn from Lady Hathdrake, and delighted by her moans and panting. But she wanted the Lady to feel the same explosion, the same fire which had chased through at her.
The Lady Hathdrake slid her hand under the hair at the back of Jeni's head, and pressed her lips down against her womanhood. "Gods, *yes*, Jeni, lick me, right there." she said, her voice softer than when she had been pleasing Jeni. "Oh, your *tongue*..."
Jeni took the encouragement well. She pressed her lips to the Lady's skin, opening her mouth to allow the Lady's pearl in. She polished at it, then, with the bottom of her tongue, and then rolled her tongue downward, to run the Lady's nub along the underside of her tongue. She pressed in with her index finger again, past the second knuckle and striving for the third. Jeni's thumb came to rest just alongside her lips, pressing at the side of the Lady Hathdrake's clitoris, helping to pull back to hood to expose all of it to Jen's warm and insistent mouth.
The Lady Hathdrake's hips began to roll, rocking up and down. Jeni rather liked the sensation of the Lady's pelvis pushing against her face, the taste of Lady Hathdrake trailing down her throat, and moaned her appreciation. Jeni's moans sent a shudder along the Lady's thighs, and Jeni moaned again, louder and longer, drawing out the same reaction. She slid her right hand around the Lady's waist, to behind her, to help hold the Lady up and push the Lady's wonderful sex right against Jeni's waiting lips. The Lady reached down and seized on Jeni's arm, her hand clenching fiercely. Jeni could hear the Lady's breath and voice catch in her throat, and sensed the Lady's climax bubbling to the surface.
To push her over the edge, to send the Lady Hathdrake into that wonderful wildfire, Jeni pressed with her thumb, just beside the Lady's lustrous pearl, as she pushed her index finger into the Lady, overcoming the resistance there. It worked.
When the Lady Hathdrake came, it was with a long and almost shrill cry, with her womanhood thrust to Jeni's face, with Jeni's hair gathered and twisted and knotted in her hand, with the fingernails of her other hand digging into the arm of the chair. Jeni could feel the pulses of the Lady's wet canal, throbbing on her fingers as if to pull them in further, a goal matched in effort by the Lady's thrusting hips. When the Lady recovered her voice, it was only to pant, "Gods, gods!" and Jeni continued to press with her fingers, press back against the spongy and soft walls of the Lady's sensual pussy, continued to curl her fingers as if asking the Lady to come closer, continued to suckle at the Lady's treasure, as an even more delicious and thick fluid rushed out, trying to fill Jeni's mouth.
After what seemed like a long moment, but was likely far shorter, the Lady kindly lessened her deathgrip Jeni's hair, still panting; Jeni could see beads of sweat forming at the Lady's temples and matting her hair. The Lady pulled Jeni's face back, and let go of her hair so that her hand could stroke at Jeni's face, her thumb stroking Jeni's cheek, as her other hand lay limp on the arm of the chair.
"So marvelous." the Lady panted, spent. "So very marvelous."
Smiling, Jeni took the Lady's hands, and led her back to the couch, where the two could sit. They arranged themselves so that as much of their bodies touched at they could manage, and the Lady wrapped her legs about Jeni to hold her close. The two sat that way for some time. Their hands explored at each other more richly, cupping at breasts or rubbing taut muscles, and they kissed, pressing their soft lips together so often that Jeni lost count.
"...I'm tired *now*." Jeni mumbled.
The Lady laughed, before replying, "I should hope so!" After another sweet kiss, she continued, "Will you come to my room?" the Lady asked. "The servant-girls were specifically chosen for their ... *discretion*. They won't ruin your reputation."
Her reputation was the furthest thing from Jeni's thoughts. The idea of sharing the Lady's room, with it's warm hearth and large and exquisite bed, sounded delightful; the opportunity to taste the Lady again later that night, or perhaps in the morning, and be touched again in return, was intoxicating. Jeni nodded, and Lady Hathdrake took her by the hand, and together they went to spend the rest of the night in the Lady's room.
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(Reality Alteration, M&F tf Horse-hybrid, Merge)
It is sometimes amazing how small things can have large results. A small stone cast into a lake sends ripples across the water for some distance. A woman named Robin once lost track of her little sister on a family vacation when they were little- they found her soon enough so you would not think much of the event. Her little sister found a magic being though, and was offered a wish. She looked up to Robin for being so bold and honest, and so she wished that everything her big sister said would be true. Rather than force Robin to speak only true things, it had a much more severe effect of altering reality so that whatever she says becomes the truth!
Robin stood upside down on Alice's roof, walking circles around the light. "So, two days with your boyfriend Vincent, eh? Wild sex in the forest! You better tell me all the juicy details when you get back."
Robin met Alice only a half year prior, and introduced herself powers-first. Using her ability to change reality to however she wants, she played with Alice for a while, making Alice- and Alice only- aware of the changes going on around her to make things more fun. Now they are good friends, though Alice does tend to still get nervous when Robin starts to mess with reality. Her power is entirely reliant on what she says and how she says it.
Alice blushed as she continued packing her bags. "Maybe, but most likely not. We have only been dating for two months. He likes to take things slow and I don't want to seem like some desperate leg-humper."
Robin clicked her tongue. "He is taking things slow probably so he doesn't scare you off or seem like a horny animal. You're both holding back because of what it will seem like if you don't!"
"Maybe..."
"Well, if you both want to do it- you should do it! Fuck the rules~"
Alice laughed. "Easy for you to say. Hey... could you use your- no! Never mind. If we manipulate things based on assumptions..."
Robin paused and crossed her arms. "If you need my powers for a fun time, you are welcome to them."
"Nooo, this is just a trip with me and him! No following us!"
Robin put her hands out defensively. "No, I know, I mean I could just give you my power."
"Wait, what? You can do that?"
"I can do anything I say I can, remember? That applies to the power itself as well. Just, y'know, be careful not to break the space-time continuum. Here- for the duration of your camping trip, you will have my power to alter reality with your words."
"Wow, thanks! Ohh... I am kind of nervous now."
"No you aren't."
Alice suddenly felt much more at ease. "Oh. Right, thanks."
And so, Alice left on a camping trip out to the cliffs overlooking their city with her boyfriend and long-time crush Vincent. She was unusually quiet on the ride out there because she was thinking of all the things she could say- and all the things she should not. Reality would obey whatever she said, no matter what.
Vincent stepped out of the truck and took a very deep breath of the fresh forest air. "Damn, it is beautiful out here, isn't it?"
Alice smiled as she scoot around the truck with the tent in her arms. "Yes, it is beautiful."
Suddenly all the leaves on the trees became more vibrantly colored, and songbirds gathered and chirped as flowers bloomed all around them and vines coiled the trunks of all the trees!
"Ah, uh, I mean, it is normal looking!"
Alice sighed when nothing changed from that statement. Of coarse that would not undo the change- the change altered what 'normal' is. Luckily, beauty is subjective and she did think it was quite beautiful already so the alteration was not too severe.
Alice started to set up the tent, but waited for Vincent to wander off to gather sticks and stones to build a fire-pit, and then uttered 'I already set the tent up', and suddenly her job was done before she started. The day continued in this fashion- using her powers mostly for shortcuts while pondering what she could use them for, for more impactful results. She told herself she was going to have the most memorable time with Vincent this weekend. The words did not change anything, and Alice assumed she had altered her near future to be a good time no matter what. What she actually did was vastly improve her memory temporarily- she would remember every detail of these two days whether they were good or bad.
Alice needed to use the bathroom later that afternoon, groaning at it. That was one part about camping out in the forest she did not care for. "I have a working toilet in this for- wait. I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore, and neither does Vincent." Suddenly the pressure in her lower guts vanished. Hah. Efficiency!
She paused just outside their camp, looking at Vincent by the fire, heating up a dinner for them. "I wish... or... hmmm. Vincent lets me know what his feelings are."
Vincent suddenly turned around to face her. "Oh hey, this log is starting to hurt my tail bone so I am going to change my position a bit." He shuffled his seating. "Also, I am really hungry, and I already feel pretty dirty from being in the woods all day but I kind of enjoy it. I feel you should sit with me so we can talk, but I don't know what to say, so I also want you to stay busy as to not pressure me into saying something stupid and embarrassing myself."
Alice facepalmed. That isn't what she meant! She waited till he turned back around.
"I know what Vincent is feeling."
Alice suddenly thrust forward in surprise and looked behind herself as she felt something touch her ass... but there was nothing there? She also felt really warm suddenly, but only the front of her body. She felt an odd tightness between her legs, and something pressing on the front of her panties? Alice looked down but seen nothing off, and then her eyes widened when she realized what it was! Her nervous system was picking up on everything his was! The pressure she feels between her legs is the half-chub between Vincent's legs! The feeling on her butt is him sitting on the log! It was incredibly confusing for her though, because Alice still felt everything she should and Vincent's feelings at the same time. So according to her nervous system she is both sitting and standing at the same time! Her heart sped up as her hand hovered over her crotch. She wanted to adjust her panties but knew that would not help. She wanted to grab the bulge but it wasn't in her physical possession.
"I... uh, I am going to go for a bit of a walk while the food cooks."
"Alright, don't go too far; the sun will start to set soon and I wouldn't want you getting lost."
Alice backed off from the camp but did not go far. She wanted to be out of sight of Vincent, but still have him in her sights. Feeling the bulge in his pants made her horny, which immediately filled her mind with a different train of thought. Robin gave her these powers so she could break down artificial barriers between her and Vincent and make sweet love surrounded by wilderness. But if she has the power to alter reality- why not make her first sex with Vincent as wild as possible? She could turn him into an impossibly perfect body. She could do the same to her own body too! She would not have to worry about him freaking out over it, because it alters reality so to everyone else whatever he turns into will seem like it has always been that way.
Alice sighed at herself and stood up out of the bushes. "Why am I hiding like some creep anyway, c'mon Alice, think. Vincent will not look this way. Vincent is very muscular... and big." She nibbled her lower lip. "Maybe a bit dumb? He should forget his troubles for now."
Vincent bent forward a bit more, groaning. His muscles were tightening on their own and every time they clenched they grew a little bit larger. Alice however also moaned, and had to grab a narrow tree nearby to keep from falling backwards! She still felt everything he did, so she could feel his muscles tightening and swelling! She could still also feel her own body though, so as it expanded larger, his sensations felt like they were distancing themselves from her. She was feeling parts bulging out to areas were there existed nothing on her own body. Alice could also feel his penis becoming harder because of the feelings, dragging the glans along the front of his underpants; tenting them. His clothing pulled tight, hugging him as he continued to grow. She said big as a separate point, so he was not only getting stronger he was actually getting just plain larger as well. His midriff was exposed as he grew, and his abs tightened into a bulbous six pack! Even the veins in his neck throbbed as his neck became more muscular!
Alice was squirming from the feeling too, almost enjoying feeling the changes more than watching them. "Ooohoo yea~ he is as strong as a horse!"
Both of them moaned sharply again as his entire body surged! Alice locked her lips tightly in nervousness, realizing what she just said. A horse is almost pure muscle, and average over 300 pounds. 300 pounds of muscle on a human man is a little extreme. His body bulged massively! The divots in his skin between muscles seemed to roll around his body, following the shifting muscle. His pectoral muscles swelled so large it almost looked like he has boobs! His very tight shirt tore down the front, but unfortunately for him the arms still held at the moment, being very uncomfortable. His sleeves did not fit so his muscles forced them to roll to his shoulders- bunching the fabric up like that increased its strength. The shirt absolutely did not fit however, so the sleeves were yanking his arms back from lack of space! Alice shivered at the feeling of muscles squirming in his lower back... by his tail bone? Vincent tried to stand up and the moment he bent forward to swing himself onto his feet, the back of his pants exploded open! His ass cheeks grew massive with muscle. Alice also noticed another mistake she made. His joints felt like they were bloated and did not want to move. His muscles did not align properly! He was literally getting the muscles of a horse- which means his muscle structure isn't human! The muscles she felt around his tail bone are for an actual tail, but he doesn't have a tail, so they are all just bunched up forming a oval bulb under the skin because they have nowhere to go!
They both cried out in mild pain as his joints pulled tight, preventing him from moving them! Vincent could not stand up, and his canceled effort to try caused him to fall backwards off the log he was sitting on! The movement tore his pant legs the rest of the way off- this thigh muscles massive and slightly malformed. His back and especially neck started to hurt! It was like someone was trying to pull his head off! The muscle was getting so large that it cold not fit and was yanking his bones apart! A horse has a long neck; he does not. In a panic, Alice said that he had the neck of a horse. His spine immediately popped loudly and extended. Alice could feel the vertebrae pop apart, causing the muscle and skin on the surface to pull inward slightly into the newly made space, but then get shoved back into position as new vertebrae filled the gap- the material for them bleeding out from the ones above and below. He gained at least a foot of neck! It also caused his hairline to advance backwards down to its base, giving him a mane. Alice then gave him a horse's tail to release those cramped muscles. She sighed at how malformed his muscles had become. There was no getting around it, she had to turn him into a horse to fix this, and so she did.
The bridge of his nose popped and his face started to stretch out as his nostrils flared huge. His ears turned leaf shaped and could now move. The bones in his limbs expanded greatly to match the muscle around them already. Alice shivered from the feeling of him taking an impossibly deep breath and his ribs popping and growing massive, stretching his torso. His hands and feet devolved into hooves, and the final change came with a prickly shiver as the fine fur grew in! He completely turned into a brown work horse with dark brown mane and tail! To stand back up he had to tuck in his limbs and roll onto them. Because the magic changed reality- he thinks he has always been a horse, so he is completely used to this body even though he has only had it for less than a minute.
Alice sighed, walking a bit closer since there was no risk of him looking toward her as long as she didn't stand at a different direction from him. "Well, now that he is a normal horse I can change him to something else without worrying about his anatomy screw ups carrying over." After a few moments, she concentrated on a weight down low. "Vincent shakes his ass."
Vince shook his huge muscular equine rump back and forth, and Alice cooed at the feeling of his cock! It was still mostly erect, but thanks to his clothes bursting off it was now flopped out in the open! The long, large equine phallus swung heavily under him back and forth. Then it occurred to Alice- if he is a horse that means he is only as smart as a horse as well. Vincent won't question any advances she abruptly makes, and she can say whatever she wants in front of him without confusing him because he doesn't understand English in the first place. Before his cock was able to stop swinging on its own, Alice walked up and grabbed it. Vincent nickered and shuffled his back hooves a bit, standing in attention while his girlfriend worshiped his dong. Turning him into a horse did not negate the fact she also made him big. He was so giant as a horse that Alice's head was only as high as his chest. If she was an inch shorter she would be able to walk under him without needing to duck. That also meant his cock was thicker than her arm, and a bit longer than it too. Fully flared- the head of his cock is as big around as her entire actual head.
Every little movement on his shaft caused Alice's hips to twitch. She feels everything he does even though she doesn't have a cock to feel from. She rest his dick on her shoulder and cupped both balls in her hands! Each testicle was the size of an ostrich egg and three times as heavy. The scrotal skin was so smooth and so soft! She rubbed the curvature of them, tracing it to the top and then grabbed onto the loose skin at the top of the scrotum and gently wobbled his balls and forth. His dick bounced on her shoulder a few times, pulling itself up in a throb.
"Okay, fun is fun but I need to fix you. You can't even hug me like this. I didn't mean to do this. Uh... okay- you have human shaped hips and upper torso."
His hips popped loudly and his ass started to get even larger and rounder! The hip shape was causing it to be much more pronounced! This also caused his leg joints to re-align in a way that would allow him to stand upright again. His rib cage compacted back down, though remained huge because she never said anything about altering his size. His pectoral muscles shifted back down to a human position between the front limbs, and his stomach area compressed making it look more sunken in but also causing his six pack abs to be visible again! His crotch was very veiny. Vincent seemed a bit off-balance now. His front half shifting caused his arm joints to shift further up, which meant his legs were longer than his arms, putting his front half lower than it should be, making walking on all fours awkward.
"Okay, you have human arms and hands- well, wait...." His transformation did not wait, but she thought of a few tweaks while he was transitioning. "You have, uh, half-paw hands, and some soft fur on your upper half, for excellent hugs! Oh, and, you are definitely smarter than a horse."
Vincent's front hooves shattered, causing him to tumble forward and Alice needed to get out of the way or be crushed by the giant half-man. By the time he pushed himself into an upright sitting position, the base of his former hooves was branching into short, fat digits. The remnant shards of the hoof softened into claws. The claws were not as sharp as a feline, but sharper than a canine. She realized she never specified what the paw half came from, so they were nondescript paws. The part she was looking for the most though, is when the ends and base of every digit swelled into a bright pink ball of thick skin! Giant toe beans! Vincent was looking around a bit confused- because she changed reality yet again, he does not recall having any other form- which means he has no idea why he fell to the ground or had any problem moving prior to this. Alice grabbed his hands and locked fingers with his. His half-paw hands were so giant compared to hers though that she could barely get her fingers around his palms to fit their tips between the base of his digits! His fingers and thumb remained pretty thick because of paw traits, and his palm was slightly longer than normal. He grew a powder soft black fur on the back of his hand up to the wrist, then there was a disconnected patch on his forearm, and then a large diamond shaped patch on his chest. Because of his horse changes, even after the horse fur vanished from his upper half his skin was still black under it. The pads on his hands were neon pink though, making them stand out a LOT.
Guiding him with their hands together she gently rocked him back into a full laying position and climbed on top of him. He was so large that she could kneel directly on him without hurting him. "You will kiss me Vincent~ and your face will compress back to get rid of that muzzle!" He lifted his head up toward hers but she placed a hand on his huge neck suddenly. "OH, but, you will only kiss me if you wanted to... already... before I said anything, I mean."
He cocked an eyebrow, not sure what she meant but she removed her hand stopping him so he lifted his head to kiss her. His lips were so soft! Horse lips are really big and dexterous! She almost giggled through the kiss because the feeler hairs on his horse chin were tickling her! His face started to click and clack as the bone compressed back inward. Then his tongue entered her mouth! She said to get rid of his muzzle, not anything else- his tongue was still the size of a proper horse, now no longer having a muzzle to fit in! It filled her entire mouth! It was so soft and squishy and hot. She broke off to catch her breath, panting hard and looking at her handy work. His nose was quite wide and his nostrils still quite large, so his face still stuck out further than a normal human but not by too much. She made a quick adjustment to shrink his tongue down to fit in his mouth properly. His neck was still a long, muscular horse neck but she kinda liked it, so Alice did not want to make any alterations there. The feeling of kissing him was really hard for her brain to wrap itself around. She feels what he does, so she was both being kissed by him and kissing herself through him.
Alice glanced back with a coy grin and slid her feet to either side of his chest. She was looking back at his giant bobbing erection, feeling the weight trying to bend the turgid staff as it wobbled back and forth from their movements. Alice yanked her pants and panties down and sat on his dick! It was so large and tall that she barely had to bend over at all to sit on it. He let out a thunderously deep moan and Alice started to squirm a bit on his cock head- even only half flared it was so wide that it did not fit easily. When it popped in finally, she almost hurt herself because of how much easier and quickly the shaft behind it slid into her! Alice could only get as far down as just before his medial ring! Over half his cock was still outside of her and she already ran out of space! Vincent was in bliss, but it was nothing compared to Alice, who thanks to being able to feel through Vincent now knew what the inside of her own pussy felt like! She could even feel his large balls slide up between his legs as they clenched, churning up a fresh batch of hot goo. Alice could not get far enough down his cock to bounce on him, so she moved forward, locking fingers with him again and then rocking her hips to work the shaft at more of an angle. She could barely move without causing herself to shudder in another mini orgasm! She hit a larger orgasm when she felt his own crotch muscles clenching as the tension in his cock was hitting critical limit, and then he climaxed which immediately sent her into a second even more powerful orgasm halfway through the first one! She was being hit with the power of two orgasms at once; one male, one female!
Vincent basically had to catch her- her full weight fell forward when her legs basically turned to jelly from the climax. When his cock started to go soft she staggered backwards and fell onto her side, laughing at her own clumsiness. Her back half had been partially supported by the giant phallus, so when it gave out, so did she.
Vincent looked at the log he had been sitting on, a bit confused as to why it was to tiny... how the hell does he sit on that without falling over? Once he resumed watching their food cook, Alice took a few steps back and nodded at herself in confidence.
"Okay, as fun as that was; time to get back to my Vincent though. Vincent's body will now be normal." Nothing happened, and she growled in frustration. "I mean... normal for the species. He is a normal HUMAN."
Her vision became dizzy a moment and then she was tossed to her hands and knees by a massive surge of growth and change! Her outfit immediately became too tight everywhere! Oh no, stating he is a normal human instead of he is turning back in to what would be normal for a human is having the opposite effect she wanted.
"Ah!! N-no. Turn him and everyone else back into a standard human- like they were be-ah~ before... this." Her statement had no effect, she is changing rapidly!
The problem now is that there is no point of reference. There are no 'normal' humans. She just unintentionally started every living person on the planet into the same transformation she is now going through! Her clit swelled tremendously and her guts cramped as her ovaries mutated into testicles! Her clothing ruptured almost all at once from both her increasing muscle and size! She was turning into an almost exact clone of Vincent! Vincent's current form is now what all humans look like! Genitals included. Which means humans can no longer reproduce- they are all male! Her butt started to raise and her legs started to spread as they actually got longer and larger, her feet devolving to hooves quickly. It almost felt like the ground was trying to push up her arms, but it was just pads forming on her hands as they turned half paw!
"This is a long shot but... humans, uh... humans match their lifestyles!"
Alice paused a moment, but nothing seemed to happen, then she was startled by the sound of groaning metal and looked to the truck as it started to transform. Well, that failed. She hoped it would force everyone to return at least more humanoid in order to keep living the way they have been, but instead its transforming all tools, buildings, and vehicles to better suit their new bodies. Back in the city the sound of tearing clothing could be heard everywhere as people transformed. Vehicles became quite tall to better suit their huge forms, but that allowed more vertical space for the engine, which caused the bed capacity for trucks to expand, and overall vehicle lengths to shrink. Wardrobes changed for everyone, but their bodies started changing first, so the clothes they were currently wearing did not change fast enough to save them; making everyone across the globe naked for the time being. Buildings became much larger, which created size issues as many cities were already tightly packed, causing buildings to expand underground.
Alice squealed and arched back; her body going rigid as her clit turned penis expanded to equine proportions quite quickly, tugging on all the nerves. She collapsed her back legs entirely to sit on her growing muscular horse butt and grab her cock.
"Ack, no. Hoo~ feels so good. How do men get anything done with these things between their legs? Cocks are so demanding. I shouldn't even have a penis!" Suddenly all the people who were formerly women became confused by their changing forms. "Women have vulva! And bo~ ooooh boy. Ah... hah... big boobs..."
Even as she spoke the changes immediately took place- her body was still in the process of shifting so there was absolutely no delay for these alterations. She however did not state that they don't have dicks, just that they have vulva as well. So her growing cock and balls remained exactly the same, and instead the taint almost immediately behind her balls collapsed into a tiny hole. The hole started to expand as the flesh around it swelled up into labia. Once it got big enough and dug far enough into her torso it formed a womb at the end trailing to ovaries above. Because of how it was positioned in addition to the male genitals however- the prostate was pinched between vagina and anus, slightly pushing into both other holes- it did not matter what hole she was penetrated from, the prostate was impossible to miss! She grabbed at her massive pectoral muscles as bubbles of fat once again formed in front of them and rapidly swelled into tits. As they got larger, she had to be more careful of her claws so she did not prick herself by accident. She unconsciously said big boobs however- and their size was also paired to their current bodies. She was breathless from all the involuntary moaning as she kneaded her swelling boobs. The heat they gave off built up in the insulated fatty mass, causing sweat to collect in her cleavage and make her tits shiny with moisture.
She muttered under her breath that women also have longer hair and are smaller than males. Now it seemed like her boobs stopped growing, but the rest of her shrank- so her breasts were still getting bigger in proportion to the rest of her. Longer hair in this current equine jumble however meant the entire mane from head to the base of the neck, as well as her tail hair growing! She shrank so much that Alice became the same size she used to be- though remained very muscular. Her tail was so long the hair pooled on the ground behind her for several feet. In her upright sitting, the hair on her mane covered half her body like a curtain and still touched the ground.
Alice thought hard, though her mind was spinning from all the sensations and the panic of accidentally rebuilding the entire human race. She was about to say something when a huge creature pounced on her! It had a long smooth neck, and its head was shaped with a tapered end so it had no definition against the neck holding it up. It had no eyes and instead three undulating flaps of skin on either side of its head that were photosensitive. Its mouth was under its head and trailed two long thin tendrils like whiskers. It's form was relatively human but its chest was doubled- including its pectorals and arms! It only had two fingers and a thumb on each hand, and only two toes on the feet, no claws or nails. It had no tail and its back arched steeply- there was six breasts on its upper backside!
Alice was about to scream and talk this thing out of existence but it spoke first- in her voice! "Stop, it's me. I mean you. I mean I am you."
"...... what..... the FUCK."
"You were about to state some things about evolution to try and fix things. Well, I am you from tomorrow; I said I was coming back in time to today to stop myself- you. It doesn't work, don't fuck with evolution."
They both looked up and seen trees collapsing and transforming to concrete! The forest was being consumed- FAST.
"Oh, also that."
"What is-?"
"Everyone is a lot bigger but there is still the same number of people, and still the same amount of resources available on the planet to use. There is no forests left. They do not know what camping even is- this will be a parking lot in about fifteen minutes."
"No it won't." The forest stopped crumbling away. "Because the earth is proportionally larger to these bodies."
The sky almost instantly went black, showing the rapidly spinning stars in the sky.
The alien Alice smacked what must be the equivalent of her face. "Okay, well the planet changing size mid-orbit just threw us into the void of space." The temperatures started to fall extremely fast as their distance to the sun increased. "Uh, our planet is endothermic!" The heat returned- radiating off the ground now.
The original Alice got off the ground again- her huge horse dick soft again from panic but still fully out of its sheath and awkwardly flopping around. "Shit, Luna!"
"Huh? Oh right." They both felt the wind dying down, the air becoming stagnant. Trees started to crumble to dust. "No moon means no wind, and no tide. No wind to carry pollen to spread plant life and no tides to churn the sea. Uh- Earth has a moon trapped in its gravitational field still. Somehow. I don't know, make it work."
They all got slammed into the ground suddenly. "In order to keep it in orbit while flying through space, Earth's gravity had to be increased..."
"We already adapted to that increased gravity." The pressure vanished, allowing them to get up again.
Alice looked at alien Alice for several long moments, then to Vincent who seemed perfectly oblivious to anything- since he would be unable to perceive the alterations.
"We still need to figure out how to fix this. This just stops the world from ending..."
"Wait- that is-!"
She was cut off as another woman appeared in a flash of pale blue. Her body was extremely tall and narrow. Her fingers each had an extra joint and were exceptionally long. The woman was floating a foot above the ground rather than standing on it. She had strange mechanical devices on her arms, shoulders and back, and some on her head. Her head extended upward like a tower! The face was still recognizable as Alice's however!
The third Alice lifted her hand to silence the other two. "We have stated that we possess the knowledge to fix this turmoil. I am the self that has that power."
"Well then how do w-"
"Silence!" A beeping came from her head, and a vial of pink liquid unscrewed from the side of her head, hissing from high temperatures. She pulled it out and shook it back and forth to cool it. "Sorry- my patience module is overheating. I can fix our situation. I already know this. Therefore, the course of action for you two is to enjoy your weekend with Vincent. Whatever you manage to mess up- I can fix. So... use your power, like you originally intended."
The first thing they did was state that Vincent knew about the second Alice and was as turned on as he was for his original Alice. They had dinner and told spooky stories by the camp fire. The alien Alice and the original took turns being cradled by Vincent's much larger body by the fire. During the night, alien Alice woke up briefly for some kinky fun and gave Vincent a late night blowjob! Because of her weird mouth and very long, flexible throat she was actually able to swallow the entire huge horsecock! You could very clearly see the shape of his dick as it slid down her throat- the impression of its form stretched out from her skin. Once she was down to his balls, she used the two whisker like tendrils to wrap around his nuts and hold them up.
The next day they all went on a hike- the third Alice floating behind but not directly interacting with them. It seems she is able to run simulations in her head on any situation she is capable of creating, including simulating stimulation of the senses, which rendered the act of actually doing anything mostly pointless. She was having her own adventure with Vincent in her head. By the afternoon when they returned to the camp site, Alice gave Vincent an insatiable lust, so his male refractory period was erased! She can feel everything he does, so even if he isn't having sex with her... he is still kinda having sex with her. The original Alice was the only one with a horse cock, so she frot with him to feel the hot, tight, throbbing cocks together for a while before erupting! She then stated she was as flexible as rubber, and then had Vincent's dick expand to almost double its size!! His horse dong was now so large that he could not walk properly with its weight- it wobbled easily, and was so heavy that any momentum it gained was enough force to tug his entire body in that direction! Because of her elasticity though, Alice could take the massive thing without trouble! When he came, he blasted into her so hard she immediately started to inflate like a balloon! Her stomach pressed out into a huge globe and still he came more!
She wanted him to keep cumming, because all three of her felt it as well- if his orgasm doesn't end, neither does theirs, but they are all able to feel their own over top of that! When her stomach was almost as large as she is, the original Alice was blown off the end of his erupting dick by liquid pressure. His taint and urethra clenching so hard between blasts it felt like they were trying to implode, only to expand again for another blast! The volume of cum with each throb was so great that they could all feel it travelling all the way up the shaft before leaving. Each thick stream arched in the air three feet up, collecting into a globule mid-air before slamming into the ground with a loud wet slapping sound. Vincent was sweating quite a bit and breathing dangerously heavy. The three Alice realized they could keep him cumming forever, but that doesn't mean his body can handle it! Not wanting to end their high, alien Alice collapsed her being with Vincent! The two of them became one- so his body could take the strength from what was hers!
Vincent's neck became longer and long flaps of perpetually waving skin grew up either side of the bridge of his nose! The four thick fingers on either hand started to fuse instead into two- the claw on each growing in size to match the larger fused digit! Internally, she had to keep her consciousness separate from his, or the resulting merge would be considered a new entity- and thus no longer entitled to the reality-breaking powers. Vincent would also become aware of her meddling, which would be bad too. Their spine grew in size, but not the rest of the torso, causing him to arch forward as his back grew larger. Six nubs formed and stiffened into fresh nipples, then bled darker pigmentation out from their base to create areola. His cock started to buck hard, and the breaks between cum shots shrank even more as his body exploded with even more pleasure! The six breasts started to grow in, stretching and branching new pleasure nerves as huge bubbles of fat swelled out to house them! Finally the front of his torso started to catch up as several more ribs started to form and his shoulder blades doubled. His arm swelled with muscle and extra thick bone, eventually dividing into four identical arms.
The ultra smart Alice shrugged with a smile, even as her body trembled like a leaf from pleasure. "Why not- lets all pile on!"
She merged herself with Vincent as well!! His pectorals started to swell further out, becoming jiggly and soft as yet another pair of boobs formed on his chest! Because the two sets of arms also gave him two sets of pectoral muscles though- a second pair of breasts started to grow as well, giving him more breasts than Alice had to give originally! His arms and his legs started to stretch longer. Vincent could literally not think at all- the entirety of his neurons was dedicated to processing the sheer amount of pleasure input his nervous system was being hammered with, and had nothing left to actually process active thought. He started to feel even more pleasure though- as the number of neurons increased greatly to process it! The ultra smart Alice was causing his head to grow! The back of his skull swelled larger and larger as his brain increased size, and new divisions formed in the grey matter to divvy up the processing power! His head doubled in size, then the bone started to throb with pressure and the growth slowed down, having a hard time keeping up. By the time it fully stopped his head was almost three times bigger than it should be and his neck was having a hell of a time just keeping it up. Unfortunately her ability to float was a result of the equipment she had been wearing- not a power that she had.
The original Alice could barely move. Her steps were shaky, her entire body weak and overloaded with pleasure. She walked up to Vincent with a smile, gently taking his mega cock in her hands and kissing the salty shaft.
"Let us share this mind blowing orgasm~. Come on baby, lets become one!"
She stepped forward and pressed the dick into her chest and it fused! Her heart beat was now directly controlled by the contractions of the perpetually climaxing cock! Since cum isn't nearly as thin as water, the soil could not absorb it fully, so by now the pool of cum was starting to build up in layers, causing its level to rise almost three inches off the ground in a small pond! Alice collapsed from the pleasure, causing her to fall further forward into the dick. The shaft fully eclipsed her chest- forcing her to lean her head back, the wide glans of the horse phallus now resting over her face. The rigid flesh rim pressed against her face- her nose filled with its musk. She hugged herself- which at this point was his shaft and her arms fused to it. They hollowed and branched, turning quickly to massive veins on the surface of the cock. Her own cock and balls vanished inside, making his dick still a bit bigger, and then she fused her hips to the base of his dick. Her butt cheeks remained un-merged, looking almost like some sort of phallic knot at the base! Her legs crossed around the base and fused into the overfilled sheath, causing the plush, rubbery skin to swell up still bigger and softer!
All four of them were exhausted and barely keeping up their breathing but did not want the orgasm to end! The still separate head of the original Alice opened her eyes wider however when her mind became overlapped with her two instances of herself.
"W-wait the solution to all this the whole time was ju-"
And suddenly she hit the perfectly dry ground on her back. The other two Alice were gone, the forest was full again, the sun back in the sky. Vincent was perfectly normal again, packing their things back into the vehicle. "Well, that was a great trip. We should plan more short getaways like this."
"Y... yea."
Her brows lowered at the situation having turned completely back to normal on its own. Robin loaned her the powers only for the duration of the weekend- which means she already built in a fail-safe before Alice even left. It didn't matter how badly she ruined the universe, it would all be undone the moment the weekend ended anyway! A bit frustrated at herself, Alice still smiled as Vincent held the truck door open for her so they could return to the city. As the temporary user of the power, she still had full recollection of the bizarre happenings of the weekend- three instances of it, in fact. It was a sexy experience, but Alice was pretty sure she wanted to leave the reality warping to just Robin from now on.
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All Alone
Valune murred softly in hir enclosure. Shi was being milked again. Shi enjoyed being milked very much. The feeling of the warm suction cups applied to hir scaled breasts, the gentle sucking as they pulled out hir milk into the long clear tubes. Mmmm, and especially the long tubes they applied to hir twin cocks, eager to siphon off hir seed.
It was the only time Valune was allowed to cum from hir maleness, the only time hir hemi-penis was allowed to be aroused. Otherwise they had the rings around hir cocks activated that prevented hir from becoming aroused, at least as a male. They let hir play with hir cunt and cloaca, as well as use hir for sexual gratification.
Valune was of a race of creatures created originally as an experiment to test the limits of reproduction. Shi and all hir kin were capable of producing two litters of three or four offspring at a time. The children grew very fast, reaching puberty and sexual maturity in only a few hours, becoming fully grown adults in less then a day.
They'd been mixed together from Renakana and Dragons and enhanced with a great deal of magical power. They didn't need to eat or drink, as long as they were mated regularly. They fed off sexual energy. With a concoction of a few common plants their natural reproductive capacity was turned off entirely.
So Valune served as a sex toy and milk producer for hir owners. They had been assigned guard duty here, as the building the served as their barracks had an active portal in the basement to their queen's palace. It was a gate between there and this new, unexplored plane. They were to guard it while others explored and mapped the new area. It was a relatively untapped collection of resources. Not that Valune cared, shi just enjoyed being milked and mated.
In order to be 'fed' properly, shi had to climax from hir male organs at least once a week, just as long as shi was mated once or twice a day. With a lazy yawn and a purr, Valune massaged hir breasts lovingly. Shi was well fed here, shi was even beginning to get a little bit fat. Shi mewled loudly, a lovely tight feeling in hir balls.
With a sharp intake of breath and a soft gasp shi came, shooting jet after jet of stored up seed into the milking machine. It took a minute or two to fully drain hir stored up semen. Valune wondered what it would be like to be able to cover hir belly in hir own warm, white seed. With a sigh shi reluctantly detached hirself from the milking machine, waiting for one of hir owners to come back and turn hir 'cock-block' back on.
Shi sat and waited, watching the soldiers in the hall running. Soldiers running? That was strange. Valune supposed that something was attacking and that they needed to deal with it. That didn't matter much to the hybrid, shi wasn't much of a fighter, more of a snuggler. Shi loved to cuddle. Shi supposed shi out to go find someone to turn hir rings back on and maybe feed hir a little bit.
Hopefully shi could find one of the Renakana females, they liked to play and cuddle. As shi walked the halls, shi couldn't find a single person that wanted to play with hir, shi couldn't find hardly anybody at all. With a disappointed sigh shi decided to return to hir room, deciding to brush hir fur instead.
Valune peered at hirself in the mirror, smiling as shi looked over hir body. Shi look pretty cute, if shi did say so hirself. Shi was big compared to most of the people at the base, though shi was actually considered tiny by female Renakana standards. Though that probably had to do with the fact that shi was more reptile then feline.
Shi stood perhaps six foot eight in height, shi didn't know what shi weighed, shi had problems remembering big numbers. But it didn't matter, shi was cute and cuddly, and the people at the base fed hir very well. And why wouldn't they? Shi was a very beautiful mix of dragon, human, and feline, though shi got the last two from Renakana, but shi had the best qualities from them as well.
Valune had pretty lavender scales on hir underbelly, soft and smooth. Six perfectly sized breasts, just right for rubbing, or cupping, and just big enough for titty fucking. Valune wondered what it felt like, since shi wasn't allowed to play with anybody as a male. Shi wondered what it would feel like to feel a slick tunnel of soft scaled flesh around hir members.
Shi has gorgeous, shiny fur, black with bright blue stripes. It was soft and silky. Valune liked to pet hirself sometimes, shi also liked to clean hir fur, licking at it with hir rough, forked tongue. Shi had a flowing mane of pretty purple hair, a startling bright shade the color of wildflowers. Shi wore it loose, a flowing cascade of long, sparkling purple.
Shi had a pretty face that had a short feline muzzle, filled with well cared for white teeth and studded with long white whiskers. A pair of long, graceful horn spiraled back from hir temples, though they'd be prettier if hir owners didn't file their points down to bluntness. Shi extended hir majestic white membranous wings, purring softly at the sight of hir massive wingspan.
Hir draconic tail twitched happily. Swinging it around, shi nuzzled the large fluffy tuft that adorned the last few inches of its length and beyond. Shi ran a hand through hir hair with long violet claws. Hir reflection looked so beautiful, Valune just wanted to reach out and grab hir image. To kiss it, pet it, love it. Shi loved hir owners dearly, enjoyed the attention they gave hir, but what shi really wanted was one of hir own species. A mate.
The hybrid walked over to hir bed, curling up atop the covers for a nap, covering hir muzzle with the soft tuft of hir tail. Valune fell quickly into a deep, restful sleep, waiting for someone to come to play with hir.
Several hours later shi awoke, yawning and peering curiously around hir room. Shi felt well rested, strangely no one had come to play with hir. Curious, shi walked out into the hall, hoping to find someone to feed hir after a good long nap. Shi always woke up hungry after a nap.
Valune was confused, shi couldn't find anybody in any of the places they'd usually cluster. Nobody in the barracks, nobody in the mess hall, not even anybody on the guard towers. Shi couldn't find a trace of a single person around anywhere. Shi took a seat on the crenelated fortress wall, peering out sadly across the landscape, looking for one of hir owners. Shi sat there for a long, long time, waiting for someone to come home.
No one came. Valune began to cry, shi couldn't be alone here, could shi? Did they all die? Eaten by some awful monster? Shi couldn't see any bodies out in the field in front of hir. Maybe they all ran away and left hir behind. But why did they do that? They loved playing with hir, mating with hir, snuggling with hir. They loved it when shi licked them, when shi sucked them, when shi made them feel so good with hir paws. Why would they leave their favorite pet behind?
Valune wasn't supposed to go near the portal place, but it was the only place shi could go to make sure. Shi had to know, shi had to make sure. If it was still there, someone was still around and they could punish hir for breaking the rules. But if there was no portal, then Valune had been punished already, left alone forever and ever in this place.
Hir tears continued to flow as shi ran through the base, leaped down stairs a flight at a time, barreling blindly ahead through the darkness until shi reached the door to the portal room. The heavy dark metal doors where hard to open, but after a minute or so of pulling, Valune managed to open one of them wide enough to allow hir to squeeze inside.
A sob escaped hir throat. The soft green-blue glow of the portal was gone. Shi felt along the wall for a torch, and finding one held it in front of hir mouth, expelling the small stream of fire that was hir draconic breath weapon. Shi mewled sadly at what shi saw. The stone arch that had played host to the portal was in ruins, fallen apart and shattered on the platform. A choked sob escaped hir throat as shi fell to hir knees.
They had left hir behind. They had forgotten about hir, abandoned hir here. Tears ran down hir muzzle and began to puddle on the floor beneath hir. Why? Why had they gone away without telling hir? What had shi done wrong to be left out? Why didn't they want hir to come back with them? Hadn't shi been a good pet, a loving pet? They didn't want hir anymore.
Crawling over to the arch, Valune tried to put the stones back together, shi just couldn't be stuck here to starve to death! But the stones refused to stay together like they had when the portal was active. The poor dragon-cat curled up in the wreckage of hir only way home and pondered hir fate.
Shi could keep hirself alive by masturbation, but that wouldn't make much sexual energy. Shi had perhaps a year to live if shi brought hirself to climax five or six times a day, maybe a little longer since shi had been well fed.
Valune tried to remember anything shi might have done to deserve this, some horrible thing that shi would be deserving of this slow death by starvation. Shi couldn't find a single thing that even came close. So hir owners had just not wanted hir anymore. Had shi gotten too old? Too big? Too fat? Why didn't they want hir anymore? It wasn't fair! Shi had been a good girl, shi had done everything everyone had asked of hir.
Shi lay there, sobbing for a long time, how long shi didn't know. Shi picked hirself up, still sobbing, and began to walk out of the portal room. They didn't want hir, and so shi shouldn't stay here, just in case they came back. They'd have a new pet, one that wouldn't disappoint them like Valune had. Shi would would go find a new place to live for awhile, until something ate hir, or until shi faded away from a lack of feeding.
Maybe shi could find a new owner, or at least a playmate. If shi had to, shi'd mate with an animal. Maybe shi could find a leopard or a puma here to play with? Renakana occasionally mated with lesser creatures, though most other races found it absolutely disgusting. Valune didn't care how 'people' felt, if shi had to birth kittens for a beast to survive, shi would.
As shi walked out of the gates and out into the large flat field that the fortress stood on, two words kept circling over and over in hir mind. Birthing Kittens. Birthing Kittens. Birthing kittens. Kittens, wouldn't shi just love to have kittens? Hir tummy swelling to roundness, tiny little mouths suckling at hir breasts, little furballs mewing softly, crawling over their mother. Tiny kittens purring softly as shi cleaned them with hir tongue.
Kittens that would grow up, grow bigger, grow stronger, grow into adults. Adults that would love their mother, cuddle and snuggle with hir, never leave hir all alone to starve to death far away from hir real home. They would never leave hir in a place shi didn't know. They would never run off and leaving hir sobbing, wondering how shi was going to be fed. They would feed hir, and shi would feed them.
Valune thought back to the last time shi had taken the potion that would prevent hir from having kittens, yesterday morning, wasn't it? Maybe a little longer. Shi had to take it every day, so shi ought to be able to become pregnant now. All shi needed to do was to find a male. Yes, a male to fill hir full of sweet little kittens. Shi had the means to feed, and the rid hirself of the crushing loneliness in hir heart, all shi had to do was find one male creature big enough to mate with.
Smiling, Valune spread hir wings and took to the cloudy skies, searching both for a mate and for a new place to live. Shi found the latter quickly, a canyon opened wide below where in ages past a river flowed. The water had long since dried up, and the canyon floor was filled with soft sand that felt nice on hir paws as shi landed to look around.
The river apparently had branched, one branch going underground. There was a cave leading downward, the opening more then big enough for Valune to fit inside. A loud rumble filled the air, and a sudden spot of dampness appeared on the dragon-cat's muzzle. It had begun to rain, the cold, wet precipitation driving Valune into the cave.
"Hello?!" shi called out, hoping that the cave wasn't occupied by anything mean. After a few yards, the cave widened, into what was once an underground lake. The cave was empty, Valune couldn't even hear the chirpings and squeaks of bats in the ceiling above. Shi had all the time shi needed here, unlike the dark portal room. Shi could wait for hir eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Laying on hir back on the soft sand of the cave floor, shi began to purr softly, imagining what it would be like to be loved by one of hir kittens. They would kiss, exploring each other's mouths. Then slowly they would begin to lick the other's fur, laying down and slowly changing position until they were both muzzle to crotch. Mmmm, that would be lovely.
Valune's paw found it's way to hir crotch, where shi slid fingers into both cunt and cloaca. Hir daughter would begin to lap at hir sex, while Valune would take hir cub's maleness into hir mouth, teasing it with hir long, rough forked tongue. They would begin to purr softly, mother and daughter, loving and feeding and mating with one another.
A sudden unfamiliar feeling snapped Valune out of hir fantasy, a warm, hard ache of need. It was like when shi had lovers stimulate only hir pussy for a week, like the burning desire that filled hir cloaca when it demanded to be caressed. But it was too far forward, so what could it...?
The hybrid laughed, shi had hir manhood held captive so long, that shi had begun to think of hirself primarily as a female. No one had turned the rings around the bases of hir twin cocks back on, and so as hir arousal rose, so did hir slick black lengths. Valune grinned widely, shi didn't need a male! Shi WAS a male!
"I've wanted this for so long..." shi purred, pulling hir paw out of hir female sexes, beginning to stroke a shaft with each paw. Shi had dreamed, not long ago, of what it would feel like to spill hir seed onto hir smoothly scaled belly. Feel the warm goo squirting onto hir, laying back as it began to cool, dipping a finger in it and bringing it to hir mouth to partake in the sweet salty taste of hir cum.
It was almost enough to make hir weep tears of joy, shi was finally able to play with hir cocks whenever shi wanted, not just milked and drained once a week. Purring, shi slid the inactive restraints off hirself, throwing them off into the dark. That felt so much better. Shi continued to purr, humping gently against hir paws as shi jerked off. The sensation of soft leather pads against hir cockflesh, rather then the unloving caress of a machine was almost too much for hir.
The black flesh felt nice in hir paws, and flexible too. Valune couldn't remember ever getting to play with hir male sex like this before. Mostly hir cocks rested inside hir sheath, except for hir once a week milking. They felt hard and rigid, but still able to bend. Shi wondered something for a brief moment, before twisting a cock, filling hir cloaca with it. The feeling drew a gasp from the dragon-cat.
"So this is what it feels like to mate a female." shi whispered softly, stroking one cock as shi mates hirself with the other. Shi only wished that shi could mate hirself with both cocks. Shi curled hir tail up between hir legs, shi hugged it tightly with one arm, making hir cock sink as deep into hir cloaca as it would go. Shi began to stroke hir second cock.
It felt so good, better then anything shi had ever felt by hirself, or even coupling with one of hir owners. It felt so right, like this was something shi had been meant to do. Shi was rapidly reduced to a state of pure animal lust by the mind-blowing power of the shivers of pleasure that raced through hir body.
Hir tongue lolled from hir mouth as shi began to pant, arching hir back and thrusting into the air. Valune leaned hir head down and stretched hir neck as far as it would go, suckling on one of hir breasts, delighting in the sweet honey-like taste. Shi began to stroke hirself harder, faster. Yes... so good... so wonderful... so perfect.
Shi howled as shi came, the sound echoing off the cavern walls. Valune felt the familiar feeling of hir cloaca filling with seed, the sensation of both femsexes gushing forth their stores of femcum, and felt the delightful warmth of hir seed spilling onto hir belly. For a moment shi just lay their, panting. Shi gathered the seed on hir tummy into a paw, and began to finger hir cunt, working hir seed up inside hirself, pulling it into hir womb with rippling muscles.
Valune began to purr as shi felt a soft tingling inside of hir. Shi watched in rapt fascination as hir tummy began to swell with pregnancy. Shi purred and rubbed hir belly, feeling it expand under hir paws.
"Hello, kittens." shi whispered to hir tummy. "I can't wait to see all of you."
Within a few minutes hir belly was so big Valune couldn't see hir toes. It was so big and round. Valune just lay back, purring, as hir belly continued to grow ever so slowly, nowhere near as fast as before. Shi put hir paws underneath hir swollen gut, cradling the heavy weight of hir twin wombs.
Humming softly shi settled into a euphoric state, content to lean against the cave wall and snuggle hir still expanding tummy. Shi slowly began to drift downward into a deep sleep. Shi dreamed of warm fur, soft pawpads caressing hir, tiny mouths suckling at hir gently. The feeling of a warm wetness coating hir tail awakens hir from hir trance.
Hir eyes widened in surprise at the sight of hir tummy, it was big enough to hold Valune hirself. Shi purred happily as a pleasant tingling appears in hir cloaca. Arching hir back shi moans, feeling an egg pressing up against hir cervix. Hir body seized it, pulling it down with strong, well practiced muscles.
With only a small effort, hir first egg slipped out, rolling off hir tail onto the soft sand of the cave floor. A second followed, just as large as the first. They were both the size of a big watermelon. Shi expelled a third with a minimum of effort, it was tiny, perhaps half the size of the other two. It didn't matter how big they were, shi loved them all the same.
Valune was almost disappointed that hir belly had shrunk with the birth of hir eggs. Shi still had a few cubs inside hir to be born. It would take a few hours for hir cubs to develop, both those in hir eggs and those in hir belly. Purring shi began to lick hir eggs clean. "Beautiful babies, such wonderful babies. Are you going to grow up to be big and strong, hmm? Are you going to help care for your mommy?" Valune coos.
The dragon-cat went to caress hir belly, rub hir paws over the wonderful roundness, when shi noticed that hir breasts looked swollen. Shi ran a violet clawtip over one gently, gasping at how sensitive they were. Hir nipples looked deliciously puffy, as if barely unable to hold back the milk within.
With a soft squeeze a steady flow of milk leaked from Valune's teat. The soft touches and the sight of hir massively pregnant tummy were enough to send Valune into another fit of lust. Shi found hir inflated incredibly sexy. Shi felt hir pricks begin to grow erect again. Shi purred happily, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of hir manhood becoming aroused. Shi wrapped a paw around both shafts, stroking them lovingly.
Shi wanted to feel hir hot seed on hir pregnant belly, all of it this time. Or maybe... yes... Valune rolled onto hir tummy, hir hyper-sensitive nipples rubbing against the soft sand of the cave floor, the gentle rubbing sending a thrill through the dragon-cat's body. Valune twisted hir tail, filling hir cloaca with half of it's length.
Hir femsex longed to be filled as well, moaning softly shi picked up the small egg and began to work it in and out of hir dripping pussy. "I hope you don't mind, little one, but your mommy needs something hard inside hir." shi purred, using hir egg as a dildo. The smooth shell of the egg pushed into hir with very little resistance as hir precum coated it, lubing it up for easy penetration.
Shi moaned loudly as the egg suddenly seemed to get warm, very warm. It began to wiggle deliciously inside it's mother. It was incredible, the feeling of each and every sensual part of hir body being stimulated simultaneously. Shi could only imagine what it would feel like, being like this with a cock buried in each of her female sexes, and hir own maleness buried into the cunt or cloaca of one of hir daughters. Maybe laying on hir back, fully grown kits licking and sucking on hir nipples.
The dragon-cat howled once again as shi came, but the elation that shi felt vanished when shi heard a loud CRACK! from hir nether regions. Horrified shi rolled onto hir back, hir paws darting to hir crotch, dreading the feeling of gooey yolk and shattered shell. Shi pulled the cracked egg out of hir, but didn't find the oozing amount of yellow shi expected. Instead shi saw a tiny black, purple, and violet kit peering up at hir from inside the eggshell.
Quickly pulling the shell apart Valune cradled hir first born. Shi was so tiny, and so beautiful. The tiny dragonkit purred softly, looking up at hir mother with gorgeous blue eyes, just like hir mother's own. Valune licked the remainder of the egg fluids from hir daughter, and nuzzled the little kit's tummy with hir muzzle.
"I don't know what to call you little one, I've never been very good with names. Hmmm..." Valune thought for awhile. "Erona?" shi tried the name out on her tongue, a feminization of the Renakana word for one. The kit mewled happily. "Erona it is then, little kitten." Valune cooed, bringing hir daughter's mouth to a nipple, where the kit began to drink eagerly.
Moaning softly, Valune's other paw crept to the opposite breast, teasing hirself as hir beautiful firstborn nursed. Shi watched hir child's tummy begin to swell with all the nourishment inside. Erona drifted off to sleep with hir belly about the same proportion in regards to hir tiny body as hir mother's own pregnant tummy. Shi snored softly as shi slept.
Valune just sat cradling hir first kitten for a little while, feeling happy and proud. Erona was so small and cute, a miniature version of hir mother. Hir claws where tiny and blunt, and hir horns were just little nubs, but the rest was there, including a tiny sheath. A soft scaled lavender belly, soft black fur and blue stripes. Valune hoped that Erona would grow to be just as sexy as hirself.
The soft tingly feeling returned to hir crotch, followed by a gush of fluid onto hir tail. Setting Erona down in the sand nearby, Valune prepared to push hir kittens out of hir womb. With a tiny push the first kit slipped out of hir birth canal as if going down a slide. Valune cut the umbilical cord with a claw, licking the kit clean of hir fluids.
Recalling the Renakana word for two, she again converted it into a name. "Deti." the dragon-cat said to the larger kit, identical to Erona in looks, but a bit bigger. Shi pulled hir kit to a breast, where shi began to feed as hir sister was born. "Kezi." Valune names the second kit expelled from hir womb, repeating the process shi'd done for Kezi.
"Lashi." shi purred at the third. The hybrid felt disappointed at the sight of hir rapidly deflating belly. Shi wanted to be big and pregnant again as soon as shi could. "Jegna." shi named the fourth, and hir last. Hir tummy was still a little bit swollen, but not as much as Valune would like.
Shi purred happily, four little kits drinking their mama's milk. A pair of soft mews drew Valune's attention, hir last two kits struggling out of their eggs. Shi picked them up and put them into place on hir two remaining breasts, at which the kittens sucked hungrily.
Valune just lay on hir back, wrapping hir wings around hir kits and purred happily. The sight of hir first litter wriggling and suckling and snuggling was beautiful, and so erotic. Valune felt hirself becoming incredibly turned on by hir cubs tiny mouths and tongues. "Diru and Disa." shi named them.
A pleading "Myeah?" came from next to hir. Erona looked up at hir mother, crawling towards Valune. The kit had grown a bit, almost the same size as hir littermates, but still small. Shi licked hir lips hungrily.
"I'm sorry, kitten, but I don't have any place for you to... mmmmmm!" Valune moaned softly as hir daughter pounced onto hir, Erona taking the head of one of hir mother's cocks into hir mouth.
Erona held on with tiny paws, pulling hir mother's maleness against hirself. "Oh... oh kitten!" Valune mewled, the rough kitten tongue on hir shaft driving hir wild. Shi gasped as Erona twisted hir tail around, the tiny tail slipping in it's entirety into hir mother's cloaca. Shi began to pant as hir daughter slipped hir tiny maleness inside hir mother's waiting snatch.
Feeling the suckling motions ceasing from hir six kittens, Valune gently sat them onto the ground next to hir, where they curled up into a sleepy pile. Shi stroked Erona's hair gently, rubbing behind hir ears, drawing a happy purr from hir daughter. "Oh Erona, you make your mommy feel so nice."
The kitten grew very quickly, already larger then all of hir sisters. Perhaps two feet tall. Valune realized that Erona was being fed as shi was, through mating. Mother and daughter purred loudly, enjoying their coupling. Erona gently mated hir mother, bring both more pleasure as shi grew. Shi began to stroke Valune's second cock with a paw, eyes closed, nursing from hir mother's manhood.
"Fuck me, Erona! Fuck me harder, make me cum kitten! Make your mommy cum!" Valune purred, hir paws rubbing over hir daughter's head and back, the kitten's tiny wings flapped gently as shi thrust in and out of the bigger hybrid. Valune heard hir daughter squeak softly, pressing hir crotch up against hir mother as hard as shi could, putting hir tiny maleness as deep as shi could go, hir body tensing as shi cums.
Tiny needle-like teeth tickled Valune's cock as hir daughter bit down a little bit, drawing a loud moan from the adult dragon-cat. Erona wriggled and bucked, trying to draw hir mother into reward hir with hir creamy seed. The tail writhing in hir cloaca had hir nearly to orgasm, Erona took hir mother's cock as deep into hir throat as it would go was enough to set Valune off.
Valune howled as hir climax stuck, shooting hir seed down hir child's throat, covering hir head and back with the jets of cum from hir second member. Erona swallowed greedily, feeding off their climaxes. The kitten began to grow rapidly, nearly doubling in size. The kitten pulled out of hir mother, crawling up Valune's chest to stare into hir mother's eyes, kissing hir deeply.
The big dragon-cat returned the kiss, wrapping hir wings around hir daughter and pulling hir close. The two lay in an embrace for a moment, before Erona pulled away. Shi dropped to all fours, holding hir tail in the air. "Mate me, mommy. Make me your female." Erona purred.
Valune wrapped hir arms around hir daughter, cupping hir budding breasts, nibbling gently on the nape of hir daughter's neck. "I will, kitten, I will." Valune purred, using a paw to stroke hir dual shafts. "I want you, mommy, I need you inside me." Erona pleaded, rubbing hir bottom against hir mother's half-erect cocks.
"Ssssh ssssh sssh, kitten." Valune cooed, slipping a shaft into hir daughter's cunt and another into hir cloaca, drawing a soft moan from Erona.
"Oh, mommy, fill me up! I need your seed!" Erona begged.
"I promise, Erona." purred Valune, cupping Erona's breast with one paw, and wrapping the other around hir daughter's own cocks.
"Yes, mama, yes!" moaned Erona, caught in the pleasures of hir first female mating. Valune mewled loudly, Erona was so tight! The sensations were new to both mother and daughter, Valune never having mated an actual female with hir cocks save for hirself.
"Oh Erona, you feel so good on my members." Valune purred to hir child.
"Your cocks make me feel good too, mommy." Erona purrs back. The two hold their bodies close, daughter wrapped hir tail around hir mother's leg, mother wrapping hir wings around hir daughter. Both begin to pant, to moan, the powerful pleasurable sensation overwhelming them.
"C'mon, mommy! Cum for me, fill me up!" Erona howls.
Valune could only pant and moan, hir daughter milking hir dicks so nicely. Erona threw hir head back, twsiting hir long neck. Mother and daughter entwine tongues, kissing as best they could. Valune could see the lust in hir daughter's eyes, can see the need to have hir seed. "Gonna cum kitten, gonna... GONNA..." Valune gasped.
Mother and daughter roared with orgasm, Valune filling Erona's cunt and cloaca with hot, sticky dragonseed. Quaking with the power of their climaxes, the two fell to the ground, rolling onto their sides, cuddling.
Valune could feel Erona's body growing, maturing into hir full adult state. Erona made an excited squeak, watching hir belly swell along with hir body.
"Mommy, I'm gonna have kittens too!" shi purred excitedly. "Thank you, mommy." Erona says, hugging hir mother with one arm, slowly stroking hir expanding tummy with the other.
"Oooh!" Valune purrs, feeling hir own belly beginning to expand. Valune sits up, watching hir daughter, now hir own size, the kitten's breasts growing bigger, filling with milk.
Erona looks up happily at hir mother, "I'm full of your kittens, and you're filled with mine. This feels so wonderful, mommy." Erona purrs.
"I know my kitten, I love it too, having a big round belly full of life." said Valune with a smile. "You look so sexy full of kits, Erona."
"You too, mama." Erona replied, pulling hirself up to sit next to hir mother and lean on hir shoulder. Valune is astonished to find hir kitten is bigger then shi is, by at least six inches of height.
The two snuggled together, their bellies expanding with kittens. A sleepy yawn attracted the attention of both. One of Eroan's littermates has woken up. The remaining six kittens had digested their meal of milk and were now half grown. They were almost impossible to tell apart to anyone else, but minor differences in muzzle shape, horn position, and stripe placement make it easy for Valune and Erona to tell the kits apart.
Kezi nuzzled the two egg born kits, Diru and Disa, awakening them. Diru climbed on top of hir sister, the two sharing a kiss. Stroking hirself to arousal, Kezi entered both hir sisters. Lashi and Deti awoke, laying opposite ways. With curious tongues and paws they began to explore each other. Jegna mewed softly, getting to her feet, looking for a partner.
Finding everyone occupied the kitten's eyes began to tear up. Shi mewled sadly, looking at hir sisters all occupied. Her gaze turned to hir mother and older sister, and shi scampered toward them.
"It's ok, Jegna, you can play with me, sister." Erona purred. Jegna mewed happily, slowly lowering hirself onto hir elder sister's shafts.
Valune found hirself growing aroused once more at the sight of her kittens playing with each other, they all looked so happy. The two egg-born sisters were primarily occupied with snuggling and kissing one another, cuddling happily while Kezi mated their cunts. With so many sex organs Lashi and Deti were having quiet a time exploring each other with their forked tongues. And hir oldest and youngest, fully grown Erona, and little Jegna. The kitten pressed up against hir big sister's tummy, tongue lolling out, a look of bliss on hir face.
Valune smiled down at hir kitten. "Here daughter, let my use that mouth of yours." Valune says with a smile, placing hir paws on Erona's shoulders, allowing Jegna to take hir cocks into hir mouth.
The cavern filled with the purring of eight hybrid creatures, mating and snuggling and feeding off the energy produced by their acts. Within an hour eight fully grown and pregnant hybrids, nearly identical in appearance, lay snuggling together, all deliciously pregnant, curled around a clutch of eggs, awaiting their hatching.
Erona gasped softly, hir paws darting to hir belly. "Just push, kitten, push gently, it's easy." Valune purrs to hir firstborn.
With a soft mewl, Erona expelled hir first kit. Shi peered down at hir daughter with awe and wonderment. "Oh, mama, shi's so beautiful. Thank you!" Erona whispered, stroking hir mother's muzzle with a paw.
Valune picked up her grand-kitten, cleaning hir up and handing hir to Erona to nurse. "I think that once our kittens are fully grown up that we ought to go out and explore this place, it's our home and we should know as much as we can about it." said Valune, to the nods of all hir kits.
The elder hybrid looked over hir brood, smiling. Shi felt complete. Shi had a home. Shi had a family. In hir eldest daughter shi had a mate, and hir mate's kits in hir belly. Shi had a whole world to explore, a world that belonged entirely to hir and hir offspring.
A happy mew escaped hir throat as shi felt the now familiar tingle of birth. Looking around shi saw hir kittens entering the stages of childbirth as well. As shi looked over them, Valune knew that shi would never go back to being someone's pet. Shi had more then shi needed here, hir kits would never abandon hir, they would never hurt hir, they loved hir and shi loved them.
"I love you, my kittens." shi purred.
"We love you too, mama." they all answered, each and every one of them bathing in the love and affection of hir sisters and suckling kittens.
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Title: Hot Wives Investment Club Ch. 05
Tags: hot wife, big cock, police drama, crime drama, mystery, impregnation, solution
*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. 1-5.
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.*
**Part 16 - Please To Remember...**
*"Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!"*
I would have great reason to remember Guy Fawkes Day, but due to a much happier occasion.
I got to the hospital to find Cindy in the waiting room. Laura was changing into scrubs, exercising her privileges of being on Staff at the hospital to help with what was about to happen.
"They took her into the delivery room." Cindy said. "They wouldn't let me go in with her since I'm not the father. I called our parents. They're still in Canada; we weren't expecting this for another week or two."
"I hear you. I'll stay here with you, then, being the father notwithstanding." I said. We waited, watching the late night coverage of the election on the TV, talking about what had happened in the State Senate race. At 2:45 am, Laura came out to see us.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" she said. "He came out about 15 minutes ago. Mother and son are doing very well. Let them finish their initial work and put Molly in a room, and you both can go in and see them."
It was another hour, but once we got into the room we saw a very happy Molly holding her newborn baby, who was wrapped in a light blue swaddling cloth and wearing a blue toboggan cap on his little head. Molly was going to hand my new son to me, but I suggested she let Cindy hold her new nephew first. Cindy was near tears herself as she held the baby. I kissed Molly as I congratulated her and she congratulated me back.
"So, what is his name?" I asked.
"I was thinking about that." Molly said. "He sure as hell is not going to be named 'Evans'." Molly was referring to her married name, and though she hadn't dropped it, she still didn't think enough of her ex-husband to grant that name to her child. "So I was thinking his last name would be 'Troy', if you're okay with that, Don."
"Okay?" I said, "It's more than 'okay'; I'd be honored!"
"Good!" said Molly, grinning, "since I already put it on the birth certificate. His first name is Ross, and our mother's maiden name is McAlister. How does 'Ross McAlister Troy' sound?"
"Sounds very Irish to me. He'll fit right in at the Cop Bar." I said as Cindy handed little Ross to me. He was a good-looking, blue-eyed redhead like his daddy, and I felt the same emotion of holding him as I'd felt when holding baby Jim after he'd been born.
"What, can't name a male child 'Cindy'?" Cindy Ross said, teasing. "Seriously, it sounds good. I called Mom and Dad, they're probably preparing to come down now."
"I called them, too, as soon as I was put into the room." Molly said. "They're going to meet me in Midtown after I'm released from the hospital here."
"Whaaa---" Cindy said, obviously shocked by the news.
"I told them to come here." Molly said, her face a look of resignation. "But they insisted on going there, saying I had a guest room for them there, and they can see the new house as well as the new baby."
"Like The Cabin is too small for them?" I asked. The look in Molly's eyes as she glanced at me told me everything.
"Well!" Cindy said. "Congratulations, Molly, he's a beautiful boy. I'll step outside and leave you two alone with him." Before either of us could stop her, Cindy fled the room.
"Hoo boy." I said.
"Yep, you understand." Molly said. Just then the beautiful black woman Nurse Jones came into the room with other hospital staff.
"Okay, Commander," Nurse Jones said, "you know the drill by now. Tests to run, mother and son need sleep, you probably need some, too."
"Yes, I do know the drill, happily enough." I said. I handed the baby to the other nurse, who took him over to take more body measurements. I kissed Molly and told her I'd visit later that day, after solving the Donolan murder once and for all, then left the room.
I found Cindy in the waiting room, with Laura comforting her. I sat down on my partner's other side. "You okay?" I asked.
"I guess." Cindy said said, as Laura excused herself. "They're not coming here because they don't want to meet Jenna, aren't they? And I thought... after they came down after I got shot, that everything was better."
"Well," I said, "I'm not going to try to speak to their intent. I think they don't really want to see me either. They're devout, practicing Catholics, aren't they?" Cindy nodded, and I said "Well, I'm sure they're going to love their grandson, but their daughter having a bastard child by a married man probably isn't going over too well with them, either."
"Nice try." Cindy said, refusing to be mollified (pun not intended). "But we all know they don't want me introducing my new girlfriend to them. Why can't they just accept me as I am?"
"They do, and they showed it when they came down here while you were in the hospital last summer. They love you, and they love you for who you are as an individual and as their daughter. But they're not ready for your girlfriend. I replied, knowing that I was probably the only person in the world who could tell Cindy this truth without being ripped apart, and it was my duty to do so. "You want them to accept you as you are, but you have to meet them halfway and accept them for what they are... as not ready to handle you being a lesbian. You want them to change, they want you to change, and neither of you are going to change."
"You're right." Cindy said. "It still hurts, though."
Just then Teresa Croyle bounded into the room. "Hey, congratulations!" she said, about as happy as I'd seen Teresa possibly be. I took the opportunity to excuse myself, letting Cindy explain to, and be comforted by, her friend.
**Part 17 - An Interdicted Arrest**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" blared the lovely but tired-looking reporterette. "After a hotly contested election, Katherine Woodburn has been declared the winner of the State Senate race. TEA Party candidate John Cummings not only is refusing to concede, he is demanding a recount and his campaign is already preparing lawsuits over the results."
"However, their appeal of Judge Harry Nance's decision to let heavily Democrat districts, and those districts only, be left open has been flatly denied by the Appellate Court, and the Federal Court refuses to accept the case because the County and State Republican Parties refuse to join the lawsuits. The Republicans have brutally betrayed Mr. Cummings, leaving the Republican candidate as well as many citizens deeply angry at the seeming collusion between the Republican and Democrat Parties in installing Katherine Woodburn as the 1st District State Senator."
As a ranking Police Officer, I thought to myself, I had an obligation to outwardly be a political atheist... but right now I was disgusted with both political parties and the whole election process, especially seeing that it was the *Republicans* doing all they could to defeat Conservatives. With 'friends' like the Republicans, who needs enemies? I thought to myself. Sheesh.
Oh well, enough on politics. Time to get my ass in gear and bring Justice on behalf of the late Trish Donolan...
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At 10:00am, I arrived at River Valley Country Club, with FBI Special Agent in Charge Jack Muscone, FBI Special Agent Eduardo Escobar, Sergeant Rudistan, Senior Patrolman Morton, and Patrol Officers Johnson and Inga Gunddottar.
"We've got the Federal warrant." Jack Muscone had said at Headquarters earlier that morning. "After you had us check Trey Lundquist's fingerprints, we found that he has some outstanding warrants for his arrest in Florida. He's accused of wire fraud, mail fraud and money laundering across State lines. He previously was arrested and is on probation for impersonating a police officer in Florida."
"He's got an even more serious charge now, for which I have a local warrant." I said. "Aiding and abetting first degree murder. Think the U.S. Attorney will let us cut a deal if he hands us the murderer of Trish Donolan?"
"Maybe." said Muscone. "Lundquist is pretty small potatoes as far as the FBI is concerned. Unless, of course, we find new connections to whatever you think is going on in your County here."
"That could well be." I said. "Let's get him into custody now, and we'll worry about all that shit later."
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"Mr. Lundquist," said the Club staffer at the door to the Manager's office, "the Police are pulling into the parking lot. Several cars."
"Thank you, Carlotta." said Lundquist. He quickly opened the fountain pen on it's little commemorative plaque and took out a little glass capsule. He then put that glass capsule deep inside his mouth, between his cheek and back teeth.
I entered the Country Club, brushing by the staffer as she attempted to run interference by coming up to us asking how she could be of service. I barged straight into the Manager's office.
"Trey Lundquist, please keep your hands where I can see them." I said to the manager, who was sitting behind his desk. I had a red crowbar in my hands, ready for use. My officers and the FBI agents were prepared to draw their guns, if needed.
Lundquist put his empty hands on the desk where I could see them. I could see nothing else amiss in the room, though the fountain pen at front looked to be at an odd angle to its holder. "What can I do for you, Officers?" Lundquist asked.
"You are under arrest," I said. "For aiding and abetting the murderer of Trish Donolan, and helping hide the murder weapon."
"You've gotta be kidding." said Lundquist.
"The Commander has forgotten to mention my outstanding Federal warrants." Special Agent Muscone said. "Seems you've had an active career in Florida."
"But aiding and abetting murder? Are you out of your tree?" said Lundquist, pretending uncomprehending shock. I could tell in his eyes that he was busted and he knew it, though.
"Not at all." I said. "Pretending the master key was stolen was my first clue in your direction. You were the only one who could've manipulated the camera and the tapes so that you weren't seen going to the janitor closet and securing the plastic bag full of Tyvex suit and the murder weapon. Then you threw it back above the ceiling tiles later that night."
"Hell, you can't prove a word of that." Lundquist bluffed.
"Yet I was able to get a warrant, which is 80% of the battle." I said. "And when we arrest the murderer *herself*, she's going to throw you under the bus. You've only got one chance, Trey... tell me, who hired you to assist the murderer?"
"If I told you that, I'd die anyway." said Lundquist. I failed to catch the meaning of his words.
"Maybe, but I'll just turn you over to the FBI." I said, bluffing. "They'll interrogate you much more... thoroughly than I'd be permitted to. They'll get the truth out of you."
"Sounds like I'm a dead man, all the way around." said Lundquist. "Congratulations, Commander. You're every bit as dangerous as my employer said you'd be."
"Stop him!" I shouted I saw Lundquist's tongue moving inside his cheek... but it was too late. He bit down and a heavy, pungent smell of almonds permeated the room as foam began spewing from his mouth. The fat man gurgled and fell back. Within seconds he would be dead.
"Cyanide!" said Jack Muscone, who had rushed forward to try to stop him, but was too late.
"God *damn* it!" I screamed. I grabbed the fountain pen, which separated from itself, having only been loosely put back together, then threw the parts onto the floor in utter disgust with myself. "Fuck *me*! I saw this when I came in, I should have known!"
"It was in his mouth already, Commander." said Sergeant Rudistan perceptively. "No way you could've stopped it." There was general agreement, and I pretended to allow myself to be mollified. I was still pissed at myself.
"All right." I said. "Call the fucking morgue to come get this shit eater."
"What now?" asked Muscone. "Does this hurt your case against the murderer?"
"I was hoping to get him to talk." I said. "But I think we have a case, anyway. Let's move, just in case someone around here knows what's up and is calling the bitch to warn her."
**Part 18 - A Murderer Captured**
"Catherine, I don't get this." Cat Clausen's husband was saying. "Trish's funeral is coming up, you need to be here to help with that. You were her best friend."
"The funeral home will handle it." said Cat dismissively, quickly packing her large suitcase. "I've got to go, my dad called and said Mom is sick. He can't take care of her."
"When did he call?" Clausen asked, totally stunned by his wife's frantic actions. They had been trying to get back together, and had done very well in bed together the night before... but now his wife was acting strangely yet again.
"A while ago, while you were in the bathroom--" Cat said, but was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
"Don't answer that!" Cat yelled as her husband went towards the door.
"What the hell?" he answered as shouts of "POLICE! OPEN UP!" were shouted from the other side of the door. He went to the door and opened it. I barged past him, as did Sergeant Rudistan and Patrol Officer Gunddottar. We were too quick for Cat Clausen, whom we prevented from running into the kitchen towards the back door.
"Cat Clausen," I said as Inga Gunddottar deftly turned her around and affixed handcuffs to her wrists before she hardly knew what was happening, "you are under arrest for the murder of Trish Donolan."
"What the hell is going on, here?" asked Cat's stunned husband. "Cat? What's going on?"
"Your wife is under arrest for murder, Mr. Clausen." I said. "Here's the warrant for her arrest, and here's the warrant to search this house for a large black handbag, the clothes she was wearing the night of the murder, and whatever else we find pertaining to the case..."
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"We've got the bag, and we've found Tyvex fibers inside it." reported Dr. Woodrow later that day. "Nothing on her clothes yet, but we're still working to see if any blood got into cracks in her shoes before she wiped off the soles."
"Good work, Doctor." I said. "Thank God she didn't get rid of the stuff." I hung up. "Okay, Croyle, let's go talk to Cat Clausen. Where's Ross?"
"In her office." said Teresa. "But to be honest, I don't think she's fully into the game right now. She told me about her parents not coming here. It's hit her really hard."
"Okay, we'll leave her alone for the time being." I said. "That means you and Tanya get to watch the fun." I grabbed Paulina Patterson, Tanya Perlman, Martin Nash and Diana Torres from MCD, and they followed me to Interrogation-1. Only myself and ADA Patterson went inside, while the others watched through the one-way glass.
"Okay, Cat." I said to the woman, sitting next to her lawyer, another expensive legal eagle from Gresham & Mason, P.C. "I am going to re-read you your rights, particularly for the benefit of your lawyer from *Gresham & Mason*, whom I'm seeing a lot of, lately." The lawyer's eyes widened slightly; he might have realized that I was onto far more than he had previously been aware. I read Cat her considerable legal rights.
"Okay, Cat." I said. "We're processing the evidence now. I know you're not going to insult my intelligence by pretending I don't have you down ice cold for Trish's murder. I only want to know two things: your reason why, and who hired you to do it and for what reason."
"In exchange for what?" said the lawyer, who was astute enough to know that the next words out of Paulina's mouth would be 'death penalty' if his client did not come correct.
"Death penalty off the table." said Paulina. "Life without parole."
"Not good enough." said the lawyer, whose eyes could not hide that he was essentially bluffing. "I don't think you have enough for a conviction, much less malice murder for the death penalty."
"Then you have another 'think' coming." I said to the lawyer derisively. "This woman viciously slit her supposedly best friend's throat with no more compunction than if she were swatting a fly. That alone is going to make a jury wonder just what capacity for evil Cat Clausen has inside her. And I'll give the D.A. the case for conviction that she'll spoon-feed to the jury like a hungry baby."
"Yeah, right." sneered the lawyer. "I'll not only have her out of here by the end of the day, I'll have the judge demanding you apologize for inconveniencing her with these fantasies of yours."
I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. "I do apologize for laughing, Mrs. Clausen, but your legal representation here is really pathetic trying to bluff with the hand he's holding. Let me show you just some of what I have. In fact, I'll tell you just what you did, and you please correct me if I stray from the path, okay?"
I began. "Trish Donolan went into the bathroom and you followed her, with your large handbag in tow. I know this because several witnesses observed you with your handbag during the break. Inside the bathroom, you suggested that you dress up in a Tyvex suit as an early Hallowe'en trick, saying that after the break you'd come out saying the room was quarantined, or something along those lines. Trish actually helped you put on the suit, then you got up onto the toilet seat. Before she could react, you had the sendoku knife out, grabbed Trish, and slit her throat. I don't know if it was your friendship with her or just your lack of strength, but you barely got the job done." Cat's eyes were wide with shock; I knew I was on track.
"You then took off the protective suit and booties, put them and the weapon in the plastic bag, all while standing on the toilet seat, then threw the bag and contents through the ceiling tiles into the janitor closet, where your associate Trey Lundquist took the items and hid them in his office. Since he was being helpful to the police, and due to a lack of skepticism on my Crime Lab's part that I will assuredly be correcting in the near future, he was able to hide the package for the duration of our initial investigation. He later threw the package back up into the false ceiling and closed off the tiles."
"Meanwhile, you wiped down the top of the toilet and your shoes, then managed to get out of the room without tracking Trish's blood. What you didn't know is that she was still alive, moved enough to get to the door and to allow more blood to flow all over the floor, so when you 'found' her again she fell out the door."
"So you went back to the main room, then went to 'find' your friend, screamed when you 'found' her, and everyone came rushing in. Later, your associate threw the package back up above the ceiling tiles after we'd searched for them, and you intended to come back and get them and dispose of them later, when the investigation began dying down. Will it do, Mrs. Clausen?"
Cat said nothing. The lawyer thundered "Why in the hell would she kill her friend? What motive could she possibly have?"
"Money." I said. "Cat's been hooked on drugs for years. She'd been getting off light by bringing other women to the pushers, and also by having sex with them. But her debts became a bit too large, and her suppliers began demanding green dollar bills in payment for their drugs. Cat was offered the chance to wipe out her debt, get some money to start fresh somewhere else, if only she'd take care of her benefactor's problem and kill Trish, who was not as much a friend to her as people believed.
"In fact, I suspect Trish had denied Cat the money Cat needed and asked to borrow in order to pay for her drug debts. For that matter, Trish was not too far behind Cat in being hooked on drugs and needing money herself. So Cat... who was your benefactor? I suspect that if you don't tell us and let us protect you in custody, that you're going to end up with the same fatal throat injuries you applied to Trish."
"Watch your threats, buddy." said the lawyer, menace in his voice and eyes. I matched his look.
"That's not a threat, Counselor. It's a prediction, and Mrs. Clausen knows it." I said. "Why don't you tell your client what happened to her associate, Mr. Lundquist."
"Lundquist is dead." the lawyer said. I noted Catherine's look of shock as the lawyer continued "I got the call about that almost immediately after the police went into the Club to arrest him."
"Ahhh, so you *have* been anticipating me catching up to your clients." I said, glomming onto the lawyer's admission. He said nothing, but his face gave himself away as surely as if he'd stated a confession out loud.
"Trey is dead?" Cat asked, her voice shaking.
"Hush, don't say another word!" the lawyer demanded.
"Yes, Catherine," I said, quickly seeing the path I needed to walk upon. "Trey committed suicide rather than give up whoever hired him. He knew he was going to die. And I think you know what this means for you."
As neither Cat nor her lawyer said anything, I said "Ms. Patterson, I think we should give Cat and her lawyer a few moments to discuss her rather dire situation." We got up and went into the anteroom, which was full of stunned Detectives.
"So much for those high-priced lawyers." I said to the group in the hallway outside the anteroom. "He really fucked up, there."
"I thought you'd trapped him into saying that." said Cindy, who'd joined her fellow Detectives after I'd gone into the Interrogation room.
"I could pretend to take credit for that," I said, "but in reality he screwed up on his own."
Five minutes later, Cat Clausen was banging on the anteroom door. Her lawyer's face was red-faced, furious with anger, and he was shouting at her.
"Twenty-five to life with possibility of parole if I confess and cooperate?" asked Cat. To my total astonishment, the lawyer got up and left the room.
"Yeah, give it to her." I suggested to Paulina. Paulina nodded.
"Do you want new legal counsel?" I asked.
"No. I'll take the deal and confess." Cat most wisely said. "What do you want to know?"
"Who hired you, Cat?" I asked.
"Honest to God, I'm not sure." said Cat. "The manager at the Club, Trey, was my contact. He gave me the cash to pay my drug debts, which I did."
"Did he say why he wanted you to kill Trish?" I asked.
"He just said that Trish had betrayed his employer, and she had to die. He also said that I'd end up dead if I didn't kill her. I didn't really have a choice, so I took the money to get out of debt and get free. I was planning to move away, leave my husband if I had to."
"You murdered her, even though she was your friend?"
Cat peered at me. "You were more correct a minute ago. I thought Trish was my friend, but I realized that she'd delivered me to drug hell just as she'd delivered Margo Bailey and Carol Carlington, who is lucky not to be dead herself. Then when Trish wouldn't loan me the money I needed, and was a real bitch telling me that it was my own fault I got hooked, I realized she was no friend of mine. I didn't want to kill her, I don't want to hurt anyone... but I did what I had to do, and I haven't cried about it yet."
"Cat," I asked, "are you aware of Trish being involved in other criminal activities? Industrial espionage, for example?"
"No sir." said Cat, looking genuinely surprised. "She never said anything about anything like that. Of course, most of our time together we were on our backs, getting fucked..."
**Part 19 - The Solution**
I managed to spend over an hour with Molly and my new son late that afternoon. We talked extensively about our lives, about baby Ross and my desire to be involved in his life, about Cindy and their parents and the issues there.
"Okay," I said, "I've got to go tell everyone how I solved this case. I'll come by in the morning. When are they letting you out of here?"
"They're releasing me tomorrow afternoon if all continues to go well." Molly said. "I'll spend the night at The Cabin if Cindy wants to spend time with us. I hope she will, but like you said, she's hurt and I don't know what to do about it. I'm between a rock and a hard place."
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The back room of the Cop Bar contained myself, Chief Griswold, my Lieutenants Three a.k.a. 'Crowbar's Angels', those being Tanya Perlman, Teresa Croyle and Cindy Ross, Martin Nash and Sandra Speer, Diana Torres, J.R. Barnes, Bobby Patrick, Christina Cho, my mother Phyllis, Sheriff-Elect Daniel Allgood and his wife Melina, and Jack Muscone, whom I'd invited to join us.
"Handbags, ladies!" I said loudly. "*Handbags!* I've got 'Crowbar's Angels', I've got other female Detectives and Technicians," I looked pointedly at Torres and Cho, "and none of you saw it! Even Mycroft Holmes here missed it at first." I pointed my thumb at my mother.
"Rub it in, why dontcha." said Cindy acerbically.
My mother put a reassuring hand on Cindy's shoulder. "He's right, my dear." Mom said. "We did miss it, and it's something to learn from. We won't miss it next time, ladies, will we?" Cindy nodded acquiescence.
"So what about the handbags?" asked the Chief, understanding the importance of the lesson.
"There were sixteen women at the meeting." I said. "Of those, thirteen had handbags no longer than six inches at the most, too small to carry very much. Two women had no handbags at all. But Cat Clausen had a massively large handbag."
"So that's what got you on her track?" asked Martin Nash.
"Yes." I said. "I realized when I kicked her handbag while questioning her that not only was it very large, it was virtually empty. So why was she carrying a handbag of that size? Now my wife carries a big bag like that, full of diapers, changes of baby clothes and the like, and when I tripped over *that* bag at home, it only confirmed what I'd been thinking: the Tyvex suit and footies and gloves used by the murderer, as well as the murder weapon, had to be imported, and a large handbag would do the trick."
"In addition," I continued, "several other ladies noted that Cat was putting down her bag when she said she'd go look for Trish. That infers that she had been carrying that bag into the bathroom/kitchenette area. So I let my imagination wander as to what story might fit Cat going into the bathroom with Trish, being able to put on the Tyvex suit without Trish being alarmed, and the story I presented during Cat's interrogation was pretty much what actually happened."
"What about Lundquist?" asked Daniel Allgood.
"One reason I have J.R., Bobby, and Christina here is to buy them dinner, because I had to do them the dishonor of making things look like they'd missed the evidence, when in reality they had not... and for that I apologize. I did need to do it though, because I very much suspected a mole or helper within the ranks of the employees, and telling that story kept the helper off guard and calm until I was ready to strike with an arrest warrant."
"I realized that Cat must have had help." I continued. "She was barely tall enough in high heels to reach the ceiling tiles from the top of the toilet, and thus to throw the evidence package through the gap in the ceiling tiles into the janitor closet. Of course, it would've been too extraordinarily lucky for her to make a blind shot that would've gone into the mop bucket, but fortunately you all were so amazed at me finding the evidence that you did not consider the magnitude of the luck that would've had to be involved.
I felt the ice-cold blue eyes on me. "Yes, Cindy," I said, looking at my partner, returning her stare, "I deceived you all on that one, and you can beat me up later about it."
"See you in the gym tomorrow morning." Cindy replied. She was not kidding.
"Ouch, I am soooo looking forward to that." I joked, getting a few laughs. "Meanwhile, let's talk Trey. When Trey Lundquist came up missing a key from the locker, I realized that he was likely the one that had made it disappear in order to make it look like it had been stolen, thus giving credence to someone coming in to put the evidence up in the ceiling tiles again. But it was a horrible mistake on his part: in saying the key was missing, it necessitated us getting his fingerprints... and when I had the FBI run those, they came up with all sorts of good stuff on him from his days in Florida. In addition, Myron found that he had some serious money issues, being in debt to the wrong people, so he was easy to hire by the person who really wanted Trish Donolan dead. More on that in a minute."
"Lundquist substituted a recorded tape of a blank hallway, as the equipment could be manipulated to have a false timestamp. He went down the hallway and into the janitor closet, got the wrapped evidence package, and hid it in his office, likely inside the flowerpot holding the small tree in the corner of the office. No one, including myself, thought to search his office that night other than a cursory look at the trash cans, and that is a reproach to my management of the case, and also to all of us."
"Anyway, Lundquist later threw the package back up into the ceiling tiles, and I'm sure he was shocked when we came back to the location and found it. As I said earlier, he had taken the precaution of making the master key in the keybox disappear, so he thought he was covered."
"Why did he commit suicide?" asked Martin Nash.
"He knew the game was up when we came for him. He had vowed to himself to never return to prison, and I would imagine that his 'employer' promised to take care of his family if he killed himself rather than be taken alive. That's an old mob tradition, but we've seen the cyanide poisoning before when that bozo snuck into our Evidence rooms wearing a replica of my Lieutenant badge. The capsule was analyzed by the Crime Lab, and was of the same type in both cases. Ergo, the cases *are* connected to that extent."
"So why was Trish killed, then?" asked Teresa Croyle. "She doesn't have any connection to all that crap that went on then, does she?"
"Well..." I said, considering what to say, then decided my team deserved to know. "I'll be talking to Jack and his FBI team more about that, but I'll just say this to all of you: in the last few weeks, we've had the Diane Lang murder case, the Barry Blair suicide, and the exposure of the disavowed CIA agent Alicia Foster and her husband Spence. All of these have had a common thread weaving through them, that of industrial espionage, either at DynaCorp or at Lightsource Industries."
"And ultimately, that was why Trish Donolan was murdered: someone is cleaning up the remnants of the mess we created when we whacked Jody Corrigan and his rogue agents at the County Airport, and Trish might have been involved in that. Blair was not the only one being paid to steal secrets from Lightsource; I suspect Trish was involved in that, as well. As to who is behind all this, I don't know yet, and it'll likely be the FBI's case instead of ours. Anything else?"
"Mr. Donolan." said Tanya Perlman. "He wasn't involved?"
"No, not in his wife's murder." I said.
"What about the photos he had in his possession?" Tanya asked, persisting. "I noticed you dropped the charges against him yesterday. What's going on with that?"
"Coincidence." I said. "As an aside, I have told Mr. Donolan to be on his guard, that whoever wanted his wife dead and wanted his fellow swingers Diane Lang and Barry Blair dead might also want him, Donolan, dead; and one reason I took him into custody was to prevent him from being murdered.
"Beyond that, certainly someone wanted him and his wife being hostile to each other, and those pictures may have been the way that was being done. I think we'll say no more on that for now, though. I just hope we won't be investigating Mr. Donolan's murder anytime soon..."
"Another brilliant piece of work, Crowbar." said the Chief, which was followed by loud acclaim until the Chief continued: "Daniel, you're a lucky man to have this guy on your Police Force, and I'm sorry to be retiring and not be able to watch him work. Give him every bit of support you can, even when it seems like he's bat-shit crazy about something... I've learned many times that he's not the crazy one, and there's method to his seeming madness."
"I hear ya, Chief." replied Allgood. "Melina, is Don bat-shit crazy?"
"I'm taking the Fifth on that one." Melina replied, her eyes wickedly cutting to me. "And I'm going to change the subject by offering a toast to Molly's new baby arriving in the world."
And so we drank a toast to Molly's new baby, then someone burned a doll of Judge Nance in effigy for Guy Fawkes Day, which set off the fire alarm and generally got us into some trouble...
**Part 20 - Solution to the Purloined Photographs**
"Before you whip my ass," I said to Cindy the next morning as we donned the light armor for our black crowbar battle in the boxing ring of the gym, "I do want to ask you something. Molly is being released from the hospital today, and she wants to spend the night at The Cabin before going home to Midtown tomorrow. She wants you to stay there with her. And I'd like for you to do that, also. I want you to get to know your nephew, really be a part of his life."
Cindy exhaled. "I dunno." she said. "I'm still pissed that she's not making our parents come here. She could help by telling them to come here and accept me, rather than letting them dodge me and Jenna."
"I think you're being unfair to Molly." I replied. "She's worked really hard to forge a good relationship with you. She wants you in her life and her baby's life. She's walking a tightrope between you and your parents. If she does as you suggest, her parents will simply walk away from her, also. Give her a chance, my friend. She's trying to bridge the gaps without getting herself crushed in the process." Cindy thought about it.
"Okay, I'll hang out with her. And it's a good thing her son takes after her instead of his father." Cindy said, the underlying challenge intended to rile me up.
"Oh really?" I said, taking the bit, glad to see Cindy into the spirit of things. "We'll see about that." And we did.
Let's just say that I got a lot of practice being on the very defensive, on the downside fighting for my life. It was a solid beatdown, and I knew what the local University's Bulldogs felt like at the end of that game against the Wildcats. All of Cindy's frustrations came out in the clanging of iron and the whacks of her crowbar on my body armor, which was barely adequate to the task. But I took it, every bit of it, for my own improvement in weaponless defense, but more for the sake of my teammate...
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Vice Lieutenant Teresa Croyle walked into my office, wearing her uniform of blue pants with light blue piping, a light blue shirt with Lieutenant ranks on the shoulder epaulettes, "TCPD" insignia on the collars, her badge above her let pocket and the Purple Order insignia over her nametag on the right pocket. In addition, she wore the thin belt sash denoting a heightened level of formality. Something was up as she came to attention in front of my desk and began speaking.
"Commander, I hereby submit myself for disciplinary action--"
"STOP!" I yelled. "Not another word!"
Teresa looked at me in total shock as I stood up, my finger over my lips in a 'hush' sign. Silently, I got out my bug-catching device. It lit up bright green when I scanned the frame around my window to the outside, and around the overhead fluorescent light. Internal Affairs' bugs were not only there, but they were actively listening in, and I pointed to the glowing green light with yet another silent signal to not speak.
"Walk with me, Lieutenant." I said, walking out of my office. Teresa followed me down the hall and out the side door to the parking lot. We got into my SUV, where I again cautioned her to be silent, and we drove down the road, past the Old Mill where the 2nd Precinct would be headquartered, and down County Road 2.
"Here's where Jefferson Jackson was found dead. You can leave your radio in the car." I admonished, getting out of the car near the spot where his body had been found. I proceeded to walk another 50 feet away from the vehicle, Teresa again following.
"Don't say anything about this, ever." I said. "Not a word to me, not a word to Cindy, not a word to a priest in confession, not a word to anyone at all, ever. If you have to talk about it, do like the old Japanese proverb and whisper it down an empty well at noon, making sure no one else is around."
I continued: "I know it was you, Teresa, that put those pictures of Trish fucking those black guys under Donovan Donolan's door for him to find. I know you've been watching both Donovans as well as Cat Clausen since the night Margo Bailey died, waiting and watching for a chance at revenge. I know you took your shot when you got those pics, hoping to cause them to fight, maybe to divorce, maybe to get physical and then you could step in and take them down."
Teresa's eyes glowed with understanding as I continued: "I understand why you did it, and it was just sheer bad luck and pure coincidence that she was murdered later that day. You've been worried that giving him those pics is what caused her to be murdered, but of course that wasn't the case. As for what you did, I've figured it was you from the time we found the pics, and I've said nothing for a reason. I'm trying hard to forget the whole thing, I hope you will also, and while I understand and respect you for submitting yourself for disciplinary action, I do not want to be placed in a position of needing to take that action."
I looked around, then said "That's why I brought you out here: Internal Affairs was listening in and would've heard you if I had let you say anything more. I don't want I.A. knowing about this matter. I worked my ass off getting you back into my Police Force, I want you continuing to lead the Vice Squad, and that's that. Am I making myself abundantly clear, Lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir." Teresa said. "Thank you, sir. I'm sorry I let you down. It won't happen again."
"Unless you take up a career as a porn photographer, of course." I said, grinning. "You didn't let me down. You made a mistake, and we'll move forward from it. Now if anyone asks, I brought you out here to see the Jefferson Jackson crime spot and to talk about the finer points of the lessons learned from that case. Okay... let's go home and solve some crimes."
As we walked back to the car, Teresa noticed my slight limp. "I observe and deduce that Cindy beat the shit out of you this morning." she said. "Does she feel better now?"
"I hope so." I said. "But having a sister like you that she totally trusts makes a lot of difference..." Teresa just nodded in vigorous agreement.
**Part 21 - Epilogue**
"Dr. Fredricson, Mrs. Myrtle James and two others are here to see you." said Gayle Roberts into the intercom, at the same time that Teresa and I were examining the Jackson crime scene.
"Show them right in." said Laura Fredricson. As the door opened, she stood up to greet the University Regent/Trustee and the other two ladies: Barbara Langram, treasurer of the Hot Wives Investment Club; and Investment Club Senior Board Member Helena French.
After having the ladies sit on the sofas facing each other, and sitting with them, Mrs. Myrtle L. James got to the point: "Dr. Fredricson, we are pleased to offer you the next membership in the County Ladies Investment Club."
Of course Laura accepted, and she immediately arranged for a cashier's check for $25,000 to be made out to the Investment Club for her pro-rated membership. After the ladies left, Laura called me to tell me the good news.
After taking Laura to lunch, I thought about a conversation I'd had with Jeanine Olivet Burke. "I'm the only person in the world who knows the exact order of the wait-list," Jeanine had said, "and if I re-arranged it slightly, who else is ever going to know?"
"I take back every bad thing I've ever said about lawyers." I replied to my niece-in-law...
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At 11:00am on the morning of Friday, November 7th, I was in the FBI conference room in the Federal Building off Courthouse Square. With me were Lt. Cindy Ross and Chief Griswold, as well as Jack Muscone, Sandra Speer, Eduardo Escobar and Lindy Linares.
"So you think there's industrial espionage behind all this?" asked Jack Muscone.
"Yes." I said. "Blair and Trish Donolan were trying to get at Lightsource's research, Alicia Foster and Spence Foster were trying to infiltrate Dynacorp, as were others who were traitors for foreign powers. Corrigan's cell tried to kidnap Barry Oliver, now of BOW Enterprises, over the nanoetching process he's now patented. And now we have Donovan Donolan, whose company spending millions in chemical and drug research. Before that, we had Tom Burleson at Ward Harvester before the Black Widow waxed him, and his brother is at Crown Chemicals now, along with Sean Bailey. But this recent stuff is especially interesting. There's definitely a thread connecting them."
"And you think there's a single entity behind it?" asked Sandra Speer.
"Yes." I said. "And that entity had the brains to put together a really interesting and brilliant scheme to murder Trish Donolan, though in my opinion it was a bit overdone. Ditto that for the Diane Lang case: elegant, but needlessly dramatic and complicated."
"And it would've been successful if not for you seeing small things like a large handbag, velcro on a wedding dress and a guy talking about his victim in the past tense, and a prostitute's disappearance at the same time Alicia Foster tries to buy a gun with a bad credit card." said Jack Muscone, shaking his head. "Salem is calling, they want you for trial."
"They'll have to wait." I said. "Too many people right around these parts want to light my fire, and in a bad way."
"So who is behind it all?" asked Eduardo.
"Oh, I suspect the person who sent me that lovely oil painting depicting the Fall of Troy." I said. "And who made the huge mistake of scaring my wife in her nursery behind her office."
"Wargrave." said Muscone. He then looked up at the ceiling. "Hmmm, lightning didn't strike me down mentioning his name."
Suddenly, someone burst into the room. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Muscone," said the young man, "but there's been an explosion at BigPharmaCorp! We have reports of fatalities at the scene!"
"See Jack, lightning DID strike." I said as my cell phone began going off. It was Tanya Perlman, informing me of the BigPharmaCorp explosion. She told me that several people were hurt and possibly dead. The Chief rode with me as we hustled over to BigPharmaCorp across the River.
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"Three people dead, including the CEO." said the Fire Chief to myself and Police Chief Griswold as we stood 100 feet from the scene of the explosion. Two tanks full of propane gas had exploded just as CEO Donovan Donolan, his Media Relations officer, and a plant foreman had walked by. All three had been immediately killed by the blast, which I could tell was seemingly directed right at where they had been walking.
Two Town & County fire trucks and two EMS ambulances were on the scene, as well as three BigPharmaCorp fire trucks. The fire had been quickly contained, as it had not spread after the initial blast. "My arson team is looking into it." said the Fire Chief. "I suspect it was an intentionally set explosion."
I turned to the BigPharmaCorp security man who had escorted us to the scene. "Did Mr. Donolan normally walk down that path?" I asked.
"Yes, Commander." said the security man, his face ashen and looking like he wanted to get sick. "He often took that route to his second office, which is located inside Plant Number Two. He'd go to that office to get away from the office people in the front offices, so he could talk to the plant managers and find out from them what was really going on. He'd been doing that for years."
After watching the investigation and aftermath, including the removal of the bodies, the Chief and I walked back to my Police SUV.
"Whaddya think, Crowbar?" the Chief asked as he rode with me back to Headquarters.
"Donolan was murdered, wiped out." I said. "Whoever did it knew he'd be walking along that street, and rigged the explosion to kill him. Maybe someone was watching and triggered it, maybe it was done by some sophisticated remote control that recognized his cell phone signature."
I continued, thinking more to myself than addressing the Chief: "I don't know why, but he was silenced. Maybe he knew of his wife's espionage, maybe he was stealing secrets from his own company. Remember, sir, that the Feds in Washington, D.C. were interested in the case when I had him arrested. Something's up about this one."
"Think it's Wargrave, or someone else?" Griswold asked.
"I dunno." I said. "We've suspected there are still three assassins out there from the Corrigan Cell. Maybe they're behind it; they'd have the Special Forces training to do something like that. Whatever it is, Chief, they're not letting you retire quietly. They're going to usher you out in a blaze of glory. Things are definitely heating up, and I'm not talking about football season."
Little did I know that things were not only going to heat up... they were going to *catch fire*...
*Finis*... for now.
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And how couldn’t he, since it was the single best thing he had ever experienced in his life? The only reason Niz had stopped breathing in the gas before was a combination of apprehension at it being the first use, wanting to surprise his partner and just the tiniest smidgeon of fear for what his neighbors might think; now that the first two things were taken care of, the third wasn’t nearly big and powerful enough to intimidate him into taking even the slightest amount of precautions, resulting in the once-diminutive Niz happily huffing the growth agent until his body began to break through the walls, ceiling and even floor! There wouldn’t be a lot left of their apartment by the time they were done, but that hardly mattered considering that they wouldn’t need an apartment by the time they were done; thoughts of practicality or home ownership weren’t the first ones to make themselves known when the mental image of himself as a giant was all the Kig Yar really needed to keep going.
So… he kept going. He kept taking long, deep, greedy breaths from the gas canister, even as the air became thick with dust and rubble, even as the foot that had breached through the front door of his home did the same for his neighbor on the other side of the hallway, even when his bent knee punched a hole through the ceiling and toppled the large sofa that the tenant above him kept in the middle of their living room. He kept breathing long after he should’ve stopped, and only really put an end to it when he couldn’t hold it back any longer; he had to moan. It was a necessity, a visceral desire that made him feel increasingly restless for every second he spent not doing it; he had to tell the world, had to let everyone know how unbelievably good it felt to grow into a titan, even if one made mostly out of compressed air.
So he did. He opened his mouth, let the nozzle drop from it, and let loose a sonic blast so powerful that the windows in the couple’s apartment shattered into tiny shards of glass, along with those on the rest of that side of the building once his vocalizations were free to criss-cross through the air outside. He moaned loudly enough that Za’Vark went temporarily deaf just from the impact, his ears ringing as the sounds became muffled; loudly enough that every single person in the apartment block, and everyone in the blocks next to theirs, had their eyes open wide if they weren’t already. This was the mating call of some unfathomably massive creature looking for someone to mate with, and it wouldn’t be more than five minutes before the first emergency sirens reared into action, informing all those who heard them that they were supposed to be out of earshot the day before.
As the evacuation efforts began in earnest, so too did the two lover’s intimacy reach new levels, especially once the Sangheili noticed the macro gas canister was right there on the ground next to him. Not a lot of things that could be done with it that didn’t involve completely relinquishing control of oneself to the glory of growing, and Za’Vark wasn’t about to rack his brains trying to find an alternative; after all, with Niz already well on their way to outgrowing the building they were in, inflating his own body was nothing if not a precautionary measure, what with him having to protect himself from the rest of the structure once it inevitably came down on them… or so Za’Vark chose to see it. There were absolutely no thoughts in mind regarding the excessiveness of it all, or the rampant self-indulgence that was about to lead them straight towards a strike team armed with tranquilizers, absolutely not; just personal safety and zero arousal whatsoever. This was precisely why he didn’t moan as loudly as he could once he tasted the gas himself, breathing it in through deep mouthfuls that bulged his throat out, almost like he was actually drinking something; he merely moaned powerfully enough that Niz knew what was going on, lest the Kig Yar try to steal the macro gas away.
The effects were anything but subdued though; as much as the Sangheili might’ve tried to pretend to convince himself he was just doing it for the sake of keeping himself safe, it was hard to deny how fantastic the growth itself felt, especially since it was his first time and he had very little frame of reference beyond his swollen arm. It was utterly indescribable, beyond perhaps the realization that it was, indeed, exactly like he always expected to be… this despite the obvious impossibility of reality living up to fantasy; everything, from the sense of pressure, to the shift in perspective that came with his body burgeoning outwards, even the “looming fantasies”, as he liked to call them, they were all there, and they all helped him along whenever the slightest hesitation dared to show itself, giving him the power and determination to either ignore his doubts or outright stamp them down, plowing through regardless of how dangerous it was to himself, to Niz, to everyone around the two.
Luckily for the couple, their apartment building was empty by the time they grew too big for it. Despite the large air content of their new bodies, it was still mass that was being added to them, to say nothing of the sheer size of their forms after a short while. Ten minutes was all it took in between Niz kickstarting their final ascension and the floor giving up the ghost, causing them to plummet down towards the ground at the bottom of the building while taking everything in the way along with them. Surprisingly, it didn’t really hurt; presumably, their bodies were of such immense size and power already that even something like falling directly down through five stories barely registered anymore, which itself only served to further entice the two to explore their new selves, doubly so given that they had plenty of room now! Without having to worry about walls, doors or anything other than the large amounts of empty space they carved out for themselves, Niz and Za’Vark were free to roll around while trying to find the most comfortable position to start engaging in their most favorite of activities: rutting like animals in heat.
The building wouldn’t last much longer past that point. Oddly enough, neither of the two really knew how to proceed, even though they had played out size kink scenarios before; they always involved size difference to one degree or another, and while the two were a good five to ten feet apart with Niz on the lead, it hardly seemed to matter given the scale they were now operating at. They had just torn down a building with their reckless disregard for their own personal safety, so that sort of distance really only meant that Niz had to slightly lean forward in order to plant a smooch on his better half’s forehead… well, after they were done with something far more gratifying, that was.
With no real plan on where to go from there, it fell down to muscle memory to do what it did best; the couple surrendered themselves to their own bodies, focusing entirely on savouring the experience as best as they could while instincts took over and even more walls were torn down. They were surrounded by large, nigh-choking clouds of debris as the structure they were still inside of crumbled into a large pile of wreckage with each tumble they took, each roll they executed, until it began to implode from the sheer lack of structural integrity; while some of the outer walls yet remained, there wasn’t a lot that they could do when the insides had all been gutted, leading to the remaining apartments caving in from the very top all the way to the bottom, showering the two lovers in such a thick layer of detritus that the only reason they even survived at all was the reason it happened in the first place: the very same size that allowed them to stand up from the wreckage and put themselves on display for all to see.
It was anyone’s guess why or how they both had that idea at the same time, but it just felt right. Just as the building came down, so too must they come back up, both in order to play into their long gallery of giant-based kink play and to reaffirm to themselves that this, this thing they were experiencing, it was real. It was happening, right there at their fingertips and all around them, not just as an imagined scenario behind four walls in the privacy of their own bedroom. Now, the whole world would be able to see them for what they were: glorious, unstoppable behemoths who could flatten anything thrown at them with a single foot, even if they weren’t technically that big yet. Logic and concern for logistics hardly mattered though, not when they were taller than most of the structures around them and covered in the dust of the one they had just destroyed, not when they had one another to wrap their arms around and press into a kiss with, not when the light of the sun shone off their bodies in all of their splendour… and made them feel slightly odd, all things considered.
It was a twinge of something else amidst the ecstasy and rapturous glee that permeated every inch of their being, something familiar and yet distinct that evaded capture by their minds and resisted proper definition. Both the Sangheili and Kig Yar knew that it was important, but in their state, could hardly dedicate enough brainpower to figuring out why that was; even when the effects of it began to make themselves known, it took them a few minutes to figure out just what had happened.
Neither of them really gave much thought to the fact that they were technically filled with a kind of extremely expansive gas. Neither of them paid much heed to the fact that it was quite sunny outside, and pleasantly warm to boot. And neither of them were that well-versed in fluid dynamics or chemistry anyway, so even if the two sides of the plus sign were well and truly present in their minds, they’d probably not figure out what was supposed to go on the other side of the equation until it was too late to do anything. Heat plus gas equalled expansion of volume, and their bodies would be no different, causing the pressure the two of them felt within them to skyrocket the longer they were exposed to warm sunlight; of course, this only meant that they were left unable to think straight, or even gather the willpower needed to do something about it, leading to even more exposure, more warming, and suddenly the two lovers were struggling with extremely disproportionate growth again.
If their forms had stabilized beforehand, even after giving themselves extra doses on the outside, now they were back to being misshapen, even if just barely at the beginning; maybe a little more bulging to the biceps here, a tad more to the legs there, an extra to their package sprinkled into the mix, it was all minor stuff that eventually normalized if they just ignored it for long enough. But as the pressure continued to rise and the macro gas they consumed kept heating up, there was no denying that everything they had already experienced so far had been naught but an appetizer compared to what was to come… and yet, neither of the two could really bring themselves to care; if anything, this just made them more horny and willing to cross the line for the sake of indulging themselves, a line that Niz in particular was going to abuse for fun and profit as soon as he figured out where the canister had gone to.
It took some digging around in the rubble before he found it, and even then he couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t seriously damaged until he carefully extracted it from amid the literal tons of debris it was buried under. Carefully keeping Za’Vark at bay with one foot as the Sangheili tried to resume their ministrations, the Kig Yar instead brought his full attention onto the tiny little metal cylinder that, by that point, he could barely even pick up with the tip of his fingers; it was so unbelievably tiny, and yet so powerful at the same time, so inconsequential, yet so magnificent in the promises it made. He knew, at that point, just what he had to do, and while he still gulped and fretted about it, certain that it would end up potentially doing more harm than good, there was no turning back: he had to take the rest of the gas.
Of course, he wasn’t about to do it the same way he had before, given that the hose… probably didn’t fit in his mouth anymore. No, better that he just throw the whole damned canister into the air and then catch it with his tongue like it was some sort of sweet treat, before crunching down on it with a single tooth and releasing a surprisingly large amount of gas that was still pressurized inside of it; it was enough to get his cheeks to bulge out and some of it to escape through his nostrils somehow, but in the end, he managed to keep his mouth shut and gulped it down, triggering what he believed would be his greatest growth burst yet… and would, indeed, be the greatest spurt he had ever experienced.
What Niz failed to notice was that the gas filled up his mouth as it was at the time: enormous and attached to a head that topped out a body that was very close to eighty or so feet in height. It wasn’t the same trickle that it had been before, when he was still stuck inside of his room, nor was it a mouthful for when he was still so tiny that he fit inside apartments; rather, it was a dose of growth agent so enormous that even his brand new, colossal frame had trouble swallowing it down, and as soon as that realization hit him, far too late for him to actually do anything about it, was when the Kig Yar frantically tried to share some of it with his partner, as the realization of it slammed right into him like a high-speed cannon: he had just robbed Za’Vark of the opportunity to feel the same growth as him because of his own greed.
Niz figured it’d be best not to try and apologize, but instead attempt to make amends as soon and as quickly as he could, for nothing else would be acceptable. So taken by his desire to grow, the now-larger of the two hadn’t even stopped to think about whether or not he was stealing from his better half’s experience of their own ascension, being too worried about his own to really consider it. Now that he felt the final growth spurt welling up inside of him, the gas suffusing every inch of his lungs and ready to be dispersed throughout his body, he knew what a colossal mistake that had been, just as big as he was about to become in fact; the only thing he could do to make it up to the Sangheili, even if they themselves didn’t know what had happened, was to turn around, wrap his arms around them, and lock the two into a deep enough kiss that their mouths formed a seal. Only then could Za’Vark share in the bounty… or, at least, that’s what Niz hoped would happen.
The heavens were feeling merciful to them that day, and indeed the second chance that the titanic Kig Yar was hoping for was given to him after he atoned for his sin; Za’Vark’s reaction to the kiss might have initially been the same as ever, with their eyes going half-lidded and their grip on Niz’s back tightening as the two grew closer to one another, but as soon as they tasted the sweet aroma of the macro gas wafting from the Kig Yar’s breath, they too would go wide-eyed and begin to excitedly moan at the prospect of being given another, presumably final upgrade in size. It was all that the two could ever want: themselves, wrapped up and unwilling to let go of one another, sharing a single intimate moment that would let them burgeon outwards and consume more and more of their surroundings the longer it was allowed to last, as their bodies’ store of the growth agent was shared between the two and enhanced the already insane amounts of inflation they were experiencing. Not only did their former apartment block get destroyed thanks to this brand new growthsplosion, but those around it as well, with claw and tail and leg and chest alike barreling through solid concrete and rebar, destroying whatever happened to be in its way as the two lovers grew to unmatched heights, bigger than the biggest of hypers, more powerful than the most magnificent of macros… or so they assumed, at the very least.
The truth of the matter was somewhere far below where the two placed themselves in the great chain, but that didn’t make them any less of a threat to their surroundings; if anything, it was precisely their overinflated sense of might and self-importance that made them so dangerous to everyone and everything around them, seeing as it wasn’t likely that they’d hold back on showing the world just how “perfect” they were or how “glorious” their bodies happened to be. This was a lesson that the few folks who hadn’t evacuated yet learned the hard way when the growth spurt they believed would just “end on its own”, or whatever random reason they came up with to justify not getting up from their chairs, ended up destroying the very building they refused to vacate, leaving them scrambling to try and find the nearest exit even as it was being filled up and occupied by the two lovers’ burgeoning, bloating bodies.
Neither Niz nor Za’Vark were really aware of this, of course; their existence was one of pure pleasure, one where they needn’t worry about the concerns of petty mortals, especially after they reached a point where their frames were so immense that they loomed over every structure near them. It didn’t occur to them that they were literally full of hot air, and were thus about as sturdy as a balloon with an extra-thick layer of rubber, but that hardly even mattered when they could still stamp down on a car and reduce it to a thin, metallic disk without even bothering to look in its general direction; in fact, so deep were their delusions of grandeur that they failed to notice when the light of the sun finally began to work its magic on them and caused them to grow to even larger sizes!
They really should have though; seeing as their bodies were so thoroughly filled with the macro gas, the sudden increase in pressure that made them feel like they were ready to pop should have alerted them to the fact that something was deathly wrong and they should do something about it. Instead, both the Kig Yar and the Sangheili instead decided that the best thing they could be doing was try to get on their feet, something that was made remarkably more difficult than it should be by virtue of neither of them wanting to let go of the other if they could avoid it; a romantic sentiment, perhaps even enviable, if not for the simple fact that it also caused them to trip over and flatten several housing complexes and multiple vehicles, to say nothing of the amount of damage being wrought on the pavement, large sections of which had already collapsed to expose the piping underneath it. Thick spouts of water flooded the area around the couple’s ascension site, serving only to egg them on further as their forms were given a nice wash, a good clean, and a resplendent new sheen as the water droplets clung to their stretched skin.
If they were both told that this was a shared dream they were having based entirely on their mutual kinks, they would probably be ready to accept that it was, but wouldn’t really do anything else; if it was a dream, it was one they wanted to prolong as much as they could, keeping it going until they could explore every single lewd thought that they ever shared with one another in vivid, lurid and surprisingly tactile detail. It was simply too good to be true, is all; with this being the sort of scenario they played out so often in the privacy of their former home, how they could ever accept the fact that it was real, and not just some collective hallucination brought on by the gas they huffed down? For all they knew, it was an intoxicant, and they’d been tripping for the past couple of days.
Then again, even if that was the case, why stop there? Why not try and fail to stand up multiple times, too worried about maintaining physical contact and rubbing their bodies against one another to really do anything else at all? Why not carry on destroying everything they touched as they rolled over their local city block, prompting further evacuations and the intervention of emergency services? It only served as a reminder of how massive they were, of how imposing and dominating their bodies happened to be, and how much they still had to gain now that the sun’s warmth was finally giving them what they truly wanted… and what they truly deserved. After all, the gas within their bodies had yet to heat up properly, so clearly what they had now was just a fraction of what they could truly be; therefore, the best possible course of action was to try their best at disentangling themselves from one another in order to bask in the glare, to absorb as much of the sun’s rays as they could, feeling as the air filling them began to expand in every direction as its constituent molecules were agitated further and further.
Groaning and creaking filled their ears, as if two enormous balloons were being stretched to capacity and beyond over and over again, always so close to their limit yet never quite reaching or crossing it; it made for a wonderfully transcendent experience, at the very least, especially once the two of them started to feel the back of their heads digging into the ground or their heels carving out whole trenches in the street and out of whatever building happened to be in their way. If anyone were to ask them what they felt at that point in time, they’d only be able to reply with a long, drawn-out moan and mindless begging for more, even as their forms continued to burgeon outwards, putting them in serious risk of injury if they happened to hit something that wouldn’t budge.
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Title: Journey to another world ch50 by Tootall
Tags: Character Development, Pokemon, Story Progression, Story Series
Journey to Another World 3 Ch. 20 (Authors note: I'm glad that you reader/s have enjoyed the story this far. Chapter 50 is something quite special to me, because I never thought that this story would be taken so far. It's all thanks to you reader/s, for sticking with this this far and helping to keep my interests in this story going. And just for that I'm making this one quite long, so enjoy and thanks again.)
You never know how much you'll miss something until it's taken away from you. The same thing goes for someone that you deeply care about. And by the way that these girls were constantly sticking by my side, (As well as in the bathroom, though I'd told them I'd be fine) I knew that they loved me deeply.
After the initial shock from the doctor telling me/us that we were in Hearthome city, that I'd been unconscious for nearly a week, the girls had nearly cried themselves to dehydration from how worried they were about me, I finally started to recover.
For the next three days they had me on bed-rest. Finally I couldn't put up with sitting on my rump any longer and practically fought my way out of the place. (Of course I had my cloths on at the time. Rather than the awkward back open gown that they seem to favor so much. =P ) The final thing that allowed the doctors to let me leave was the girls promising up and down that they wouldn't allow me to get out of their sight, not even for a moment. So putting on a simple pair of blue pants, white shirt, socks of course, my new pair of hiking boots, we all left the hospital room and the Pokemon center.
Once outside I stood up on the top of my toes, spread out my arms as far as they would go, and took in a deep breath of the dirty/un-alcohol cleaned air. "I'd almost forgotten what fresh air smells like."
"Are you sure you should be up and about Donovin? You know you can rest a little longer if you would like." Jenavee said to me as I took my first steps outside the center.
"Jenavee is right Donovin. I would...I mean, we would feel much better if you would at least stay in bed for at least another day." Rena said as well.
I took a long sigh and dropped my head. A brief memory popped into my head as to when I was still in bed. It was one thing to help me to eat, entirely something else to have three girls argue over who was going to give me a sponge bath. Now don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the attention for the first few days, but when each day you have three girls fawning over you, enough was enough. ‘I just wish that these girls would allow me the chance to breath.'
I slowly turned and all three girls gave me the look of ‘Don't...even...say...it.' And yet again, a mighty swordsman falls to his knees at the mere look of an angry women. In my case, three angry women. So with that Rena took up my right arm and Jenavee my left, while Kit took it upon herself to growl at anyone that even came close. Even when I had the slightest notion of telling them that I could walk on my own, I got that look. ‘I'm going to have a long talk with these girls once were back at the center tonight.'
"So where did you want to go in the first place Donovin?" Jenavee asked me.
"That is right. You never did tell us where you wanted to go. You seemed quite insistent to get out of the center this morning."
"Can you girls blame me?" I stopped walking and looked at all three of them. "It's not like I don't enjoy being taken care of by three beautiful girls. It's just that..." All three of them looked up at me with twinkles in their eyes. ‘Sheesh. If they keep up that look, I'll never be able to get in a word edgewise.' "I just needed to get out and get some fresh air. If I stay cooped up in that room, I'll never get my strength back. Much less get the things that we need to get taken care of done while were here?"
All three girls looked at each other. "Don't tell me you girls forgot the whole reason why we came here." Jenavee and Kit looked at each other with dumbfounded looks while Rena just put her fist to her head, stuck her tongue out, and closed one eye.
"Well I do not know about the others, but I did not forget." Rena said.
I took a step back and placed my hands on my hips and looked directly at her while I leaned towards her. "Oh really Rena. You mind sharing with the other girls why we came all this way then." I gave her a knowing smirk and tilted my head to the side. "Hmmm?"
With that she placed her hand behind her head and laughed. "Hay now, that is not fair." She said.
"Well come on Rena. Both Kit and I are waiting. Miss smarty pants. Tell us all why we are all here." Rena started to show this bit of a panicked look on her face. She'd been busted and she knew it.
She walked away, turned her back on us, and crossed her arms. "Alright already. I do not know. It is not like either of you two know." She looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Jenavee and Kit.
I just simply smirked and stood upright, which caused several pops to be heard from my back. "That's what I get for lying down for so long. Ouch." I twisted around for a minute and the sound of several other pops were heard as well. Once I was done stretching I looked at the girls to see that they all had worried looks on their faces. "Now wait a minute." I threw up my arms to defend myself against some concerned patting and checking to see if I was alright. "I was just stretching. No need to be worried." With that, all three girls smiled and went back to their original position around me.
"So tell us already. Where are we going today?" Jenavee asked first with innocence, then quickly grew stern. "It had better not be to far form the center. Otherwise we will just have to drag you back there and do it ourselves."
"It's not that far. Or I think it's not that far." I looked around. "I just want to find out where we can make those Poffins is all. And if we have some time..." ‘Or these girls allow me some time.' "I'd like to find out how to make them as well."
"Oh that is right. We were heading here to make Poffins." Jenavee said as her eyes went wide in realization.
"To make our other sister, Feebas, evolve." Rena scratched at her muzzle. "But evolve into what?" She asked as she looked up at me.
"To evolve Feebas into a Milotic silly. That way...wait a minute. Did you just say that Feebas was...your other sister?" I looked at Rena, but she was looking away at something or probably sniffing at something.
"I am surprised that you did not know." I looked over at Jenavee. "Both Rena and I knew that Feebas was a girl ever since the first day that we met." She tilted her head to the side. "I thought you knew. As a matter of a fact, I though all trainers knew the gender of their Pokemon once they caught them."
"Well, unfortunately some trainers have gone their whole carriers as a trainer, thinking that all Pokemon are the same sex. And that the eggs that they lay are a the only way that they find out." All three girls turned and looked at me. "Wait a minute. It's not like I didn't know. I new the first time that I saw the three of you that you all were beautiful angels." ‘Damn that was close. I nearly dug myself my own grave with that.'
All three girls pressed together and looked deeply into my eyes. "Really." They said in complete unison, as well as drawing out the word.
‘Shit another trap. Got to think, got to think.' "Now wait a minute. Aren't we supposed to be looking for that Poffin place. If were going to evolve Feebas to come anywhere near you threes level of beauty, then were going to need to find that Poffin place and make some of those Poffins to evolve her into a Milotic." So I pointed off towards a random building. "Now off to the Poffin making place." I said as I walked past the girls.
"That is right. We need to stop wasting time and find that Poffin p..." Jenavee shook her head. "Wait a minute. Donovin, you still have not answered my question." She looked around. "Hold on. Where did he go." She raised up her hand and clenched it into a fist. "Darn it Donovin. If you think for even a second that you can escape that easily. You are sourly mistaken. Come on girls, it is time for a chase." All three girls nodded and split up to search for their evasive master.
(A quick chase and an hour later.)
I quickly opened up a door and ducked inside, then quickly shut the door and leaned against it. "Damn that was close." I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "It's like one of those question that you know that either way you answer, you've dug your own grave. Though this time I'd be dead, decapitated, and then buried. Then all three girls would be laughing over my grave." I slid down the door and took a deep relieved sigh. "I'll just wait in here for a minute and let those three calm down a bit before I go outside again."
"Um sir?" I turned and saw a girl standing over me. "Um is there anything I can help you with?"
I closed my eyes, smiled, and rubbed the back of my head. "Sorry about this. But would it be alright if I just stay in here for a minute. I've got some..." ‘Very pissed of girls outside looking for me.' "People who I'd rather not face off against right now, after me." I pleaded both my palms together and pleaded. "So please let me stay in here for a minute."
"Well that's no problem sir. But I must ask you to at least step away from the door, as we might have customers that would like to enter."
‘Wait a minute. Customers?' "Customers?"
"Well certainly sir. After all, this is where people go to make Poffins for their Pokemon." I slowly opened my eyes again and was amazed by what I saw. It was like the home-ec class back in high school. (Or in other words, a giant kitchen) "If you'd like I could show you how to make some Poffins while you...um...avoid those people." I instantly jumped to my feet and grabbed both her hands.
"That'd be great." I looked at the girl for the first real time. The girl was of course dressed in a cooks apron that was well pushed out by her chests (You perv. Get your mind out of the gutter. =P ), a long skirt that went over her feet, a blue long sleeved shirt, and brown eyes that matched her hair which reached down to the middle of her lower back. "So, where do we start."
About another hour later, I was a master at making Poffins that were decent in size and a little soft on the inside while the outside was nice and crunchy (Getting hungry for some cookies yet?). Or at least, pretty good at it. "Oh my, and who might those three Pokemon belong to?" I heard the girl who went by the name Loren say.
‘So this is where you have been hiding. Probably just flirting with that girl in there. Oh you are so going to get it once you come out of there.'
‘I'll see you soon Aunt Gertrude.' Dum Dum De Dum. Dum De Dum De Dum De Dum. (Funeral music) I thought as I looked towards heaven.
"Donovin watch it. Your going to burn your Poffins again." Loren scolded me again.
"What." I looked down and could see that there was small darker puffs of smoke rising from the pot. "Damn." I quickly started mixing the mixture again. "Shoot, that was close. Sorry about that Loren. Guess I kind of got distracted there for a minute." ‘Damn. I new that they would eventually find me, but right in front of when I'm about to finish up the Poffins that we needed. And I nearly burnt the Poffins.'
‘Wait a minute Jenavee. I think he just said that he is making Poffins in there. Alright Donovin you had better explain who that girl is in five seconds or...'
I knew that if I looked behind me right then that I'd no doubt see her make the decapitation move with her paw. ‘Alright, alright. The girl that you see helping me is Loren. She's the one that is teaching me how to make Poffins. And not just Poffins for Feebas, ones for all three of you as well.'
‘All three of us?' Rena asked in a shocked tone.
‘That's right.' I took a sigh. ‘Poffins to make fur more shinny, Poffins to make skin more smooth, and even Poffins to make...Well just about everything better.' "Say Loren. I need to pop this batch into the oven really quick. Is there any open right now?" I asked, not taking my attention off the mixture.
"Ya, oven number five is open and preheated. Go ahead."
"Thanks." I took the mixture and poured it onto a greased cookie sheet and spread them into several clumps, then threw the whole thing into the oven to bake. Just then I heard the sound of the doors bell chime and knew that the girls had just entered.
"Oh my. And who's Pokemon are these?"
I looked over my shoulder and could see that, sure enough, it was all three of my girls. "Actually." I removed my oven mitts. "All three of these Pokemon are my lovely girls." I placed my mittens on the counter and shut off the gas stove. "We have Jenavee the Gardevoir."
"Nice to meet you." She said as I saw her do a little curtsy while lifting up her gown a little. (Ya you find a word for those things that a Gardevoir has that go over it's legs)
"Rena the Lucario."
"Also a pleasure, miss Loren." She placed a paw over her chest and nodded.
"Oh please. Just call me Loren." She said with a blush.
"Last but certainly not least, Kit. The Ninetails."
She said something between and aw and an oh, then practically tackled Kit to the floor while hugging her. "I absolutely love Ninetails. There snowy white fur, those long tipped tails, of there the most beautiful of all the Pokemon out there." But she didn't hug her long as she held her out and took a long look at her. "Wait a minute. This is a shiny Ninetails. Oh I love shiny Ninetails so much more!"
I knew the question that was about to come. "No you can't have her, Loren."
"Why not. There the most beautiful Pokemon out there. I promise that I'll take really good care of her."
To which I couldn't help but laugh. "You almost sound like a little kid asking his parent to keep a pet they found. And the answer is still no." I turned back to the oven and switched on the light. "Now all I have to do is wait for the right time and then remove these Poffins and set them out to cool." I looked back over my shoulder and could see that she was rubbing her cheek against Kit's cheek. The look that Kit was giving me was almost pleading for help, to which I couldn't help but chuckle. "Careful Loren. If you keep doing that, you might just end up with an extra burner around here."
She quickly let go of Kit and stood up. "I'm sorry Kit. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." She walked over to me. "She's very beautiful Donovin." Then whispered. "Though I would recommend that you take her out and get that fur of hers brushed out. It's looking a little...neglected, if you know what I mean."
I looked over, but couldn't really see what she was talking about. ‘Well she did just get a up close and personal feel with her. I guess she would know about that. Come to think of it, I don't remember the last time I spoiled any of my girls.' I smiled to myself, making sure that this private thought was actually heard. ‘That's right. Since were in the town where there are Pokemon contests, and I just won a lot of things from those kids a while back. I think I'll spoil all three girls tonight.'
I heard gasps from all three girls at once behind me. ‘Thought they'd pick up on that one. Still, I have to wonder if Kit can hear my thoughts as well?' I looked into the oven again. ‘Have to think about that some other time. Got to concentrate on these little guys.'
About an hour later, all four of us walked out with the fresh baked smell of Poffins coming out of a large paper bag that I was carrying. "Don't forget to come on back if you need to make some more Poffins." I turned and saw Loren standing out side the building, smiling while she waving her hand in the air.
"Thanks Loren." I raised up the bag. "I'm sure..."
"Of course we will Loren." Rena said as she popped another hot Poffin into her mouth, then licked at her lips.
"If you keep that up Rena. We will probably see her tomorrow for more of them." Jenavee scolded her.
"I can not help it. Our master is a great cook. Who knew?"
Jenavee walked up to me, I lowered the bag, she took one, and then took a small nibble of the Poffin. Only to practically stuff the remainder of the Poffin into her mouth. "It almost makes up for the time when he forgot to cook us that spaghetti a while back."
"Wait a minute. You remember that?" She only nodded. I closed my eyes and sighed. Just then I heard a whimper. I didn't even get the chance to look down as Kit raised herself up, placed her forepaws on my shoulders and snatched a Poffin right out of the bag. Only to gobble it down while still up against me. "Darn it Kit. Get down before you...make...me...Wow." Bang. "Fall." I said as I landed right on my ass. (Author: Now let me tell you. That's one of the reasons why being tall sucks. It's a long way down) "And yet once again the old saying, ‘The larger they are, the harder they fall', is proven once again. Ouch." To which all three girls began to laugh.
So in order to finish off this perfect day for the girls, we headed back to the Poke-Mart to sell off the supplies I'd pilfered from those two campers (Though all three girls decided that they would wait outside the Poke-Mart, and guard the Poffins that they thought was still in the brown bag), I'd actually placed all the Poffins into my pack and went into to the PokeMart, sold off nearly all the supplies from the campers, purchased many different beauty supplies, and then finally went back to the center with the girls. I could almost swear that the whole time that I placed the Poffins into my pack that they were constantly staring at it. It almost made me afraid that they copy Kit's move, (knocking me down to get at them) and then tear through the pack to start stuffing themselves. ‘If they do that. I wont have any to use to evolve Feebas.'
So to avoid their hungry eyes and stomachs, I quickly started picking up my pace. Only to have them match me pace for pace, no matter how fast I walked/jogged/ or ran. I didn't stop running until I reached the Pokemon center. Nearly gasping for breath, ‘Where's the speed boost when you need it. Damn these girls can run'. I said to myself as all three girls were clinging onto me. Either trying to get into my pack, or see what I'd purchased at the center by trying to look into the bag that I was carrying.
"Alright you three. OFF!" Fortunately there must have been some sense left in them as they finally let me go. "Look." I said as I turned around and faced them all. "I know that you all want to get pampered silly, but your going to have to wait until we get up to our room. Not to mention, I baked these Poffins for everyone, not just you three. And if you eat them all, I'll have to go out and make some more for Feebas. Furthermore if we don't give Feebas some of these, she's never going to be able to evolve and help us along on our journey."
All three of them lowered their heads and said, "Alright. Sorry Donovin".
I couldn't help but smirk as I looked at all three of them. It was almost like I'd caught them with all three of their hands in the cookie or should I say Poffin jar. I let out a long sigh, "It's alright girls. Now I know that I was in the hospital for a few days, so I need one of you to get a key from Nurse Joy for a regular room." Jenavee was quick to pick up that job. With that all three of us headed up the stairs to our room. "Next I would greatly appreciate it if someone were to get the door, since I've got my hands full." To which Jenavee gave the key to Rena and she opened to the door, which was a little bit of a chore since she didn't have opposable thumbs. Then we all went into the dark room. "And finally..." But I didn't need to say anything as Kit bounded around the room and pulled on the small chains of the lamps, turning them all on with her tails.
‘Dang. These girls can't wait to be pampered.' I said to myself as I looked over my shoulder and saw that they all were sitting on the bed, watching my every move with either intent eyes or wagging tails. Setting my pack down on the bed I set the bag down on the table and start sorting through it. ‘I've got several different types of shampoos and such, three different brushes for different times of their pampering, and finally those Poffins.' I looked over my shoulder and was thankful that I had enough foresight to wrap the ones that were for Feebas in a small handkerchief at the bottom of the pack.
‘Now I know the answer to the next question.' "Who wants to be the first to get spoiled rotten?" Both Rena and Jenavee quickly jumped up and responded with a ‘me first', but it was Kit who got my attention as she quickly tackled me to the floor again. Of course it hurt when my ass his the floor but I couldn't help but laugh while she gave me cheeks a full on tongue bath. "A...Alright Kit. Enough with the tongue. That thing tickles." Finally she let me up and I rubbed her cheek, "Well I guess that makes you first Kit". But when I looked past her to make sure that both Rena and Jenavee had their cheeks puffed out, arms crossed, and were back to back on either side of the bed. Obviously not to happy about not being first to be spoiled.
I couldn't help but laugh embarrassingly at that. So I got up, grabbed a bottle of Ninetails special shampoo, then walked us into the bathroom. I didn't notice but before I closed the door that Kit had given the other girls a raspberry.
Now let me tell you, trying to wash someone that has nine actual tails that can move independently of each other is quite a chore, as she would often use them to sneak around to either tickle me under my arms or give my rump a nice swat. She would give me a special hard swat whenever I would wash her underside or near her thighs, then would proceed to start giggling in her own Ninetails fashion.
Now things were starting to get a little heated as I would get into some of the more, shall we say, private areas. I don't know what it was but for some reason I was becoming increasingly bothered by something. I didn't realize what it was until there came a banging at the door. "Come on Donovin. There are other people out here that need to get in there and get cleaned up." Rena said through the door. That had snapped me out of the haze that I'd been in and realized that their was a very interesting scent in the room.
This one smelled like that of cinnamon and was coming from...Kit! Oh shit! I jumped up, lunged at the door, quickly opened up the door, and quickly ran out of the room while holding my nose. "Donovin what is wrong. Why did you run out of..."
"Jenavee. Can you not smell it. For crying out loud. No wonder he came out of there running. The rooms heavy with Kits smell." Rena said as she sniffed the air inside the bathroom.
"Wait what?" Jenavee walked to the door and took a long sniff. "You are right Rena. No wonder they were taking so long in there." She looked back at me to see that I had my head out the window. Trying my best to clear my head and nose of that intoxicating smell.
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(Private conversation between Kit, Rena, and Jenavee)
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‘Do you think?'
‘I do not need to think Jenavee. I know. If I did not knock on the door like I had, those two would probably be going at it right now.'
"Whine" (Translation: Did I do something wrong?)
‘That is right Kit. You almost did something very wrong with our master. On top of that you almost broke the agreement that we all had.'
‘Well it is not like she had any control over her body right now Jenavee.'
‘Wait a minute Rena. You mean...'
‘Yes. I am starting to feel the same way that I did back when first tried to leave that last town.'
"Whine." (Translation: I feel so uncomfortable.)
‘You both can not be serious. I have not even gotten with him since the first time. There is no way that I am going to let you two have a go at him without me.'
‘Wait a minute. Are you subjecting suggesting what I think your suggesting.'
‘I will go along with it. As long as I am the first to bed him.'
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(Meanwhile somewhere else in Sinnoh)
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"I am sorry sir but when we sent our operatives to our outpost in Eternai City, we found it to be completely empty." A grunt says to an overly large monitor to a very upset face that is shrouded in darkness. The only thing that can be seen in the shadowy darkness of the face is that the head is propped up on interlaced fingers, while the obvious male face has on a set of dark glass that hide the malicious eyes of their leader.
"Explain!" The voice comes over the speakers of the monitor in an obvious pissed off tone.
"From what..." The operative takes a moment to finally swallow the overly large lump that has lodged itself in his throat. "From what we can gather sir, is that he was there again."
"And what of Juniper!? Why is it that you have to give me this report and not her!?" The face continues to rise in anger as blood vessels in the faces forehead start to show.
The grunt tries but fails at swallowing another lump in his throat. "I'm sorry sir, but she's..."
BAM. The grunt flinches as the sound of a fist is slammed on a table on the faces side of the screen. "Damn it not again. It's just like what happened with Mars at the Wind Works. What of the breeding center? Is that operation still running, or has he gotten his hands into that too?" The grunt nods his head. The face disappears from view for a moment, then returns later. Looking like much of the rage has passed in the face. "And where is he now. You'd had better not tell me you lost him."
Sweat quickly starts to show on the grunts face as he pulls a the collar of his silver and black outfit. "After he emerged from the Pokemon center here, he headed for cycle road..."
"AND!" The grunt pulls at his collar again but can't seem to find the words that will save his hide. "By your expression I take it that you DID loose sight of him." The grunt allows his head to fall, as he awaits for the obvious anger that is about to fall on him. Instead the only thing he hears is fingers drumming on a tabletop. "That must mean that there is a good chance that he's heading for Hearthome City, if he isn't already there."
The grunt raises his head and looks up at the monitor. The face is now rubbing it's chin. "Orders..." Gulp. ‘Finally got that lump down.' "Orders Sir?"
The face stops rubbing it's chin, then rests it's hands on it's interlaced fingers again. "I want all grunts and officers to head down to Hearthome City. Use any means necessary to either stop or kill that overgrown giant."
The grunt slaps his arms to his sides and bows to the screen. "As you wish, master Cyrus." He stands upright again and throws out his right arm palm up. "For the creation of the perfect world." The face nods and the screen goes dark. ‘How in the world are we supposed to go up against a giant that wield a damn sword?' He thinks.
In a building far off in the distance the lights slowly come on in an office like building. ‘If those pathetic grunts can't stop that giant, then I'll have no choice but to send Saturn after him.' The man stands up and walks over to a set of blinds and pulls a cord. The dark blinds turn and allow the man to look out the evening light. The man looks up at the towering Mt. Cornet. ‘If he defeats Saturn like he did with Mars and Jupiter then it'll be up to me to make our dream a reality.' In his eyes are reflected the mountain as he looks from the base to the clouds that hide the upper portion of the giant mountain.
(Author: Hay everyone, it's totall again. I just wanted to tell you that I've enjoyed writing this series for all you Pokemon fans, but I have some bad news. I don't know where I'm going next. I have been neglecting the other series for a while, as I'm sure you know, and I would like to know what I should do about that. If you readers want me to continue to focus on this series, drop me a line and tell me to keep it going. Otherwise, tell me to focus on the others. If you fans want me to continue with this series then I'll just take a little brake and make sure that I don't hit one of those really bad writers blocks, that seem to plague most writers at some point or another. So drop me a line or a comment, and please rate me. Thanks again for the support and comments. Laters)
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Title: Change for the Better by Segremores
Tags: Cock Growth, Dragon, Other/Herm, Spooge, Transformation
Disclaimer: This story contains subjects of an explicit and implied nature. Please read the tags carefully before reading. I am not responsible for you reading this, especially if you happen to be underaged. All character(s) belong to their respective creator(s) as indicated by the copyright information following this disclaimer. This story is a commission, as such please do not repost or copy without my permission, or the permission of any other individuals whose characters have been mentioned within the story. Thank you.
Isotope belongs to his player. Segremores is me.
Change for the Better
by Segremores Moon, a commission for Amotose
My eyes wandered over the bed, taking in the unfamiliar sight of the plain blue sheets, which matched the darker blue carpeting to a degree. The bedroom I was in was unfamiliar for the most part. I didn't belong here, and had it not been for the invitation of the little dragon laying next to me, just as nude as I was, I wouldn't have been there at all that night.
The shorter dragon was laying there, little wings spread out along his part of the bed, his golden eyes staring upward at the plain-white ceiling, obviously thinking about something. This distraction gave me the opportunity to examine him a bit closer, as he'd been shy around me at first. His lithe body was composed of a dark scale color, even darker than my gray-and-tan complexion. Down his belly ran another color, a deep red which clashed with his black scales. His wing membranes matched mine in that the red color was there as well, though his ear fans were black. A crown of golden horns sprouted from his head, and turned into several spikes which I knew traveled down his spine, despite the fact that I couldn't see them now.
I chuckled softly, which made him look over at me, his eyes flicking to mine, then over my pierced earfans and probably over my own crown of black horns.
"What's so funny?" He asked in a nervous tone, starting to sit up slowly, which made me aware of his naked form all the more. His tail swished over the sheets a bit, and his package lay on the bed as he sat up, a nice set of balls and a dark sheath, which more than matched his stature. Isotope was not a child by any means, he was well into his adult years, but fate had dealt him the short card, and it showed. He was a small guy all around, and very cute because of it.
"Just you," I replied in my own soft-yet-warm voice, smiling a little. "I'm being patient, I know this is a big decision for you." Iso nodded a little at this, twiddling the white claws of his fingers against each other as he futzed about the reason that I was there in the first place. He tried to glance casually at my naked groin, at my prominent erection that had been a constant factor for the past ten minutes, which was how long ago he had asked me to do him a ‘favor.'
I looked down at my maleness as well, the firm erection turgid over my belly, reaching a little past my navel, and being at least two and a half fingers wide. It was quite a beauty to be sure, and something that I had been known for, especially because of the pair of orbs swaying beneath it at all times. I gently cupped my balls for his benefit, smiling back over at him.
"Just imagine being able to feel that every day," I cooed seductively, sliding my paw up my shaft a little, then gently rolling the thick foreskin back along the pitch-black head of my member, causing me to rumble involuntarily. Isotope leaned closer, his nostrils flaring a little bit at my male scent.
"I... I think I'm ready now," he finally said, a little conviction in his voice. Initiative gleamed in his golden eyes as he looked up at me, then knelt next to my cock, leaning forward to give the tip a kiss, which made me sigh a little from the sensation.
I laid back on the bed, relaxing and stretching out a little, my cock stood straight at attention with my paw around its base. My other paw searched for the small cylinder of lubricant I had brought with me, lost in the big bed somewhere. Ah, there it was. I picked it up, popping the top and gently squirting a generous helping along my cock. The lube was warm, which caused me to twitch happily as it spread over my loins as I rubbed over it with my other paw, Iso's paws helping out a little as he gave my head another good kiss.
Sufficiently lubricated, I nodded softly to him, it was time. He hesitated for a moment, then stood up on shaky legs, clearly excited and nervous at doing this. Turning around, his tail lifted into the air, exposing his puckered hole and getting ready to sit on my shaft.
"Take it slowly, Isotope, it's a little big," I warned him. A nod in reply was all I got before his rump was resting against my tip, then suddenly taking it in. I groaned, he groaned even louder than I did with his higher-pitched voice. I could feel every tight movement of his ring slurping down my shaft. Incredibly, the little guy was taking it all in stride, sinking down my cock like a pro, even though the big thing filled him so full. I could feel every involuntary muscle twitch within him as he tried to fit the whole thing.
A few seconds later, he was sitting on my groin, my big cock all the way inside, and throbbing happily. He continued to pant softly and my paws gently rubbed over his back as he was faced away from me, the proper position for what was to come next.
"Alright, Iso, curl your legs around my balls and rest your feet against rump like I told you, keep your tail against my belly," I gently instructed him. His form moved slowly, gently resting the whole length of his tail straight along my belly, up to my sternum. I could feel him tucking his legs in against my balls, and moved softly so that his footpaws could rest against my ass. He was finally ready.
I held his hips, being sure that he didn't try to pull away from me for this first crucial part. It could be disastrous for both of us. My eyes closed in concentration, feeling my cock throb and flex inside his warm insides, throbbing harder each time, beating along with my firm heartbeat. Suddenly, as I expected it to, it throbbed hard enough that it felt like my heartbeat was escaping into his insides, which made him gasp along with me at the sensation.
We both felt it, my circulatory system mingling with his, hooking up to my groin flesh steadily, my heartbeat radiating into his little body with each pulse, converting his flesh steadily as his organs began to shut down. I rubbed over his back with a rumble.
"Feel it happening, Iso?" I smiled and cooed to him, he could only gasp, but nodded in reply. At this point, I could feel my scrotal flesh expanding, pushing out around his legs, covering over them slowly. He moved his legs a little in protest, but accepted his fate as they were completely covered over, his legs vanishing in the blob that my sac had become. I could feel his legs turning gradually into testicular flesh, converted and added to my already-sizeable balls, making me and him groan loudly as the bulging flesh became more smooth, more oblong, until two huge nuts were resting between my legs instead.
He looked down over my new testicles in amazement, reaching down with his paws and rubbing over the warm, smooth surface of that flesh, groaning a little to me.
"Oh god, it's really happening, isn't it?" He asked, his voice a little squeaky with excitement. I nodded to him, petting over his back as I noticed it changing from scales to dark, smooth flesh instead, starting from his rump and moving gradually upward, which caused him to shiver at the sensation of growing nerve endings there.
"Just relax, and enjoy, I'll take care of you, Iso," I rumbled to him. I took his paws in mine, guiding them to his sides as I noticed his hips about to change shape. He moved with me, letting me guide him, his paws sinking into his rump and disappearing. His ass narrowed into a thick base-like structure, looking much more natural protruding from my groin. His tail followed suit next, sinking gently into my front, leaving only a line of dark scales from my new cock-base all the way to my sternum, almost like a happy trail.
The final part of the transformation was underway at that point. I rumbled and rubbed over his form as thick veins appeared along his flesh. His body started to narrow slowly from his waist upward, arms all but disappearing completely now as his flesh was taken, transformed softly. His lungs were gone by this point, so the only noises were a few wheezing moans from him, then a cough as he spurted a bunch of clear, thick precum from his open maw.
I rubbed up and down his form as it began to become firm and fleshy, his bones completely disappearing, replaced by my powerful heartbeat. I groaned the whole time, loving the sensation of having such an enormous member, especially since I was making it out of a friend, his scales turning completely into dark flesh.
The transformation ended next to his head, flesh suddenly growing in a bunch behind his unchanged head, the new foreskin forming thickly. His horns receded softly into his skull, his head leaning back as he groaned, looking at me one last time before the foreskin rolled up and over his head completely.
I lay there, watching with a grin as the head plumped up within the foreskin, becoming smooth and shiny, and losing any former bulge of his facial features. When it was done, the flesh pulled back again, revealing a massive, dark head with a perfectly-formed cumslit at the tip, drooling precum.
Isotope was still there, still feeling everything, and I could feel him in my cock, as my cock. I stroked over him firmly with both paws, groaning loudly, leaning up to sit at the edge of the bed with my now massive genitals hanging over the edge. Isotope began to shrink, the former dragon turned cock becoming more reasonably-sized. I stroked over his veiny back as my flesh creaked a little, only becoming about a foot and a half long, and four fingers thick.
"Mmm, how is that, Iso? Everything you ever dreamed?" I asked my shaft, knowing that he couldn't hear me. I stroked over him with my paw, slowly masturbating, feeling his pleasured spirit inside my dark cock as I gave myself pleasure. I found myself on my feet with a gleam in my eye, heading toward his chest of drawers. My cock, Isotope, bobbed and waved like a big, drooling baseball bat the whole time, throbbing happily atop my huge balls, wanting to be emptied so bad.
Opening the top drawer of the dresser, I found what I was looking for. Isotope had a panty fetish, and arranged in neat little rows were all of this girly under-things. I smiled, gently guiding my cock into the drawer amongst all those lady's things, groaning at the sensations of soft or smooth fabrics touching my member, making it shudder and drool precum all over, soaking those panties through.
I was going to cum. Standing there by the open drawer, I aimed my massive tip into it, stroking myself frantically, my big paws rolling over my length, feeling every new inch, every swollen vein. I could feel my balls pulling up against my form, ready to release into that mess of panties. Finally, I was pushed over the edge, roaring out loudly as my loins released.
I looked down as my tip spasmed, then gushed a huge splatter of dragon spooge into the drawer, dousing a pair of panties with little strawberries on it first, then radiating out from there, soaking the drawer and the underwear through with my musky leavings. I could barely stand, it felt so good to release so much, making me have to rest one of my paws against the wall for support while the other continued to aim Iso into the drawer itself.
"Ohhhh... Isotope..." I groaned softly to my member, giving it a squeeze as my orgasm began to taper off, finally finishing with a few more drips of milky cum. I had to stand there for a good minute, catching my breath, licking my lips, giving my spent shaft a few good strokes to make sure that all of the spooge was drained from the length.
I managed to push myself away from the drawer with a sigh, closing it up again. No one would know unless they opened it anyway. The idea of what I was leaving behind made me chuckle as I searched for my clothing, picking up my extra-large jockstrap, the one I knew I'd need after this.
Isotope wouldn't cooperate at first, staying erect for a few minutes after the grand explosion in his own panty drawer, but I finally managed to tuck him away in my thong, my groin bulging in a particularly satisfying way. I stood in front of the mirror with a grin, rubbing over that bulge, feeling Iso respond a little with a throb before I threw my shirt and pants on over myself, taking my keys and my wallet before heading out Isotope's door.
It'd be a long while before anyone knew he was missing, and by then he'd become a permanent part of me, all traces of him disappearing aside from the feeling in my member. I walked home with a big grin on my face the whole way...
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Title: Down by the Lake Ch. 02
Tags: drama
The week after Dave left, we fell into a routine; Madge busily cleaning the house, me outside doing the maintenance I had been ignoring. Using my tractor, I mowed the dry grass around the house, then switching to a blade filled in some holes in the drive way. After that I hooked on the trailer and hauled fire wood down from the trees behind the house. Madge meanwhile, went through every room in the house; cleaning, dusting, washing all the linens.When I would see her, she was all covered with dust. After a couple days she was running out of clothes, so she borrowed a t-shirt of mine, and I must admit it looked much better on her. Especially with her nipples poking through the cotton.
Dave left on Saturday, and by Wednesday night I realized Madge was washing the same clothes every other day. Considering the little we had brought up the hill, she didn't have much. Thursday morning I went out to the barn, pulled the dust cover off the '66 Mustang, checked all the fluids, made sure the tires were properly inflated, started her up, watched the gauges. She had been sitting a good seven months, but fired on the first try. After a minute she settled into a pleasant idle, as if waiting to go. I quietly pulled her up to the house just in time for lunch.
Madge had lunch on the table as I walked in, so I washed up and sat down. While we ate I coughed, then asked how she was doing for clothing.
"Oh, ok, I guess."
"Nonsense. I've noticed the same blouse every other day. How long would it take you to get ready for some shopping?"
With a happy squeal she shouted, "Really? Where will we go? I don't care, I can be ready in ten minutes."
And she was gone! (My sense of survival kicked in and I realized I had better eat now or forget it). I was still swallowing while she was standing at the door, tapping her foot. Slipping my wallet in my back pocket, I took my time ambling to her while she gave me a look that said 'Hurry up'. In less than ten minutes that woman had changed clothes, washed up, brushed her hair and applied make up. She was motivated.
We stepped onto the porch and when she saw the Mustang, she cooed , "Oooh, nice."
I held the passenger door open for her, and for my effort got a smile and, "Thank you sir".
As we drove she wanted to know where we were going, what could she get, why was I doing this, how much she could go, where did I get the car... I finally just called 'time'.
"Naomi spotted her sitting with a 'for sale' sign and just had to have her. I restored her, Naomi drove her everywhere. We'll cruise down to the South Hill Mall. They have good shops, and I'm sure we can find what you need. I'm doing this because you need clothes, and while it would be interesting watching you run around in next to nothing, that isn't why I offered you a place to stay. How much you get is open, we'll see what we find, but you'll probably want some shorts, tops, and how are you fixed for underware?"
Sigh,"You're right, I do need all of that and more. I didn't realize how little I had left until you brought it up."
"Ok, lets do this. We'll start at Sears for pants and tops, then go from there. I have to warn you though...I haven't been clothes shopping with a woman in years so I'm out of practice."
At the mall, I parked away from other cars as I've learned there are idiots out there that really don't care if they ding up someone else's car, but howl if a bird craps on theirs. We strolled into the mall, Madge holding my left arm lightly, but firmly. Our first stop was Sears, where she quickly picked out half a dozen tops, three or four shorts, several pants and some things in the underwear section, then led me to the changing rooms. There are no seats for men to wait on, so I was one of four men idling away, while their women tried things on. Women would come out, ask their husband's opinions, then disappear back into their cubicle.
Finally Madge appeared. And all the men perked up as she walked over to me. Now, she was just in tan jeans and a light top, but those guys couldn't take their eyes off her. One wife came out and had to nudge her husband.
"You know you have an audience, don't you?"
"Do you like this on me? Oh, I hadn't noticed them. What do you think, should we get this?"
"Turn around, slowly. Yes, it's perfect fit, and the top goes great with your hair and eyes."
"You just wanted to check out my butt, wait, you know my eye color?"
"From day one."
She gave a little spin and strolled back to the cubicles, looking over her shoulder at me. Then threw a little extra wiggle into her walk while looking me in the eye.
When she came back out she was dressed, with her selections over her arm, ready to check out. "Don't you need to try more on?"
"Nope. These will do. Can we go find some shoes, maybe a jacket next?"
We moved down the mall, first hitting a shoe store for some new training shoes, a pair of dressy boots, sandals, and a couple other shoes I can only call stylish. Then another shop where she found 'just the right jacket'. I have to say it looked perfect on her, snug around her waist, shapely over her breasts. Across from them was a lingerie shop, and she pulled me to the display in the window, "Can we go in? Just to look around? Please?"
Now I have to tell you, I hadn't been in one of these shops in many years, and it had been a form of agony back then. Well, I was breaking out in a cold sweat, stammering I'd wait in the mall. But Madge would have none of that, "Don't be silly, you'll be fine. We're just going to look anyway."
As we stepped in a clerk asked if she could be of help, then suddenly said, "*Madge*?"
"Jeannie! When did you start here? How have you been? "
"Well, let's see, you and I were at Macy's for Christmas, we were let go after New Years, and I lost track of you. One day at Macy's I had a conversation with a lady I was helping. Mrs. Patrick. She was the owner of this shop, and wasn't happy with the girl she had in here. She asked me to stop in when I had a chance, and when the Christmas rush was over, I had a lot of time so I dropped in. The girl that was working here was slovenly and rude, and I knew why sales were way down. When Mrs. Patrick came out of the office, she took a look at me, then the other girl and asked me to step into the office. Girl, that had to be the fastest interview I've ever had. Within five minutes she asked me when I could start, and five minutes after that she had me signed up and the other girl fired."
"Wow, that worked well for you. Oh, by the way, This is my boss, Josh Murphy. He's helping me out some."
Madge filled her in about the last seven months, and where she had met me. Jeannie's brows went up when she heard I was buying clothes for Madge, "Well, if I had known there was such a knight out there, I might have tried my luck."
"Easy girl, this knight is taken."
With that, they broke into gleeful laughter and strolled further into the shop. I just tagged along, looking at the two of them. What a contrast...Madge, with her feminine shape, and flowing auburn hair and Jeannie, a few years younger, slim, almost boyish in shape, although you would never mistake her shapely butt for a boy's. Her hair was a light brown, tending towards blonde, cut close to her face. As they moved from rack to rack, they were catching up with each other, and from the way they rubbed against each other I sensed just how comfortable they were together. Jeannie would remove a set here and a set there, handing them to Madge, and after tweny or thirty minutes, led her back to a changing room, then showed me a bench I could wait on, "Can I get you something...water, maybe?"
"Not right now, but thanks. Shouldn't you be doing something?"
"Oh, I am," She said with a smile, "I'm helping you spend money."
"And what makes you think I'm spending?"
Again she smiled, "Two things; one, I've seen how you look at her, and two, wait until she shows you what she's trying on. I've been here long enough to know what effect she will have. She's already a beauty, wait 'til you see the icing.'
That's when Madge stepped out from behind the curtain. I audible caught my breath.
"Told you."
Madge strode to me, did a slow turn looking over her shoulder. If I hadn't known how gorgeous she was, I did now. She was wearing a light green set. It just covered the tips of her breasts, the pink of her nipples peeking through the material. The panties barely covered any more, riding high on her hips, sweeping gracefully over her cheeks and between her legs. When she faced me again, the material came to just above her pussy, leaving some auburn hair exposed over the top.
"Oh honey," Said Jeannie, "we're going to have to mow that lawn if you're going to wear something like this."
"Josh, what do you think? Do you like this on me...should we trim the lawn...can you speak?"
"Don't laugh at me. I'm an old man, so much beauty in one minute like this could kill me. You look marvelous, and Jeannie, you're right-it is icing."
"What else do you have back there?"
Madge spun, strolled back behind the curtain, Jeannie following with offers of help. They didn't close the curtain all the way, I could watch them in the wall mounted mirror. Madge quickly removed the set, while Jeannie selected another. I could see Madge clearly. She bent forward, sliding the next panties up her legs, her breasts swinging freely, the nipples standing out. As she stood, Jeannie slid another bra over Madge's breasts, her hands lingering in a gentle caress. Madge leaned back, her cheek brushing Jeannie's. They exchange whispers, then looked at me in the mirror. Slowly, Jeannie's hands brought the back straps together, hooking them, then she held the curtain open for Madge.
Again, I was looking at a vision of loveliness. She was breathing rapidly, and her eyes had a lidded, smoky look, "Do you like what you see? Shall we get it?"
All I could do was nod. Words just couldn't get past my dry lips.
Madge looked at me again then stepped into the dressing room. She came back out a few minutes later, dressed, with several items in her hand. As we stepped to the register, Jeannie commented what good choices Madge had made, and only wished she could afford them. Madge looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so, I turned to Jeannie telling her to pick something, and add it to my account.
"Josh, can we invite Jeannie up to the cabin? I'd like to catch up with her more, and she could model her choice for you."
"Sure. When are you off next Jeannie?"
"I have to be here over the weekend, but I'm off Monday and Tuesday, so I can do it either day."
"Josh, do you mind if she's there both days?'
"No, not at all. I'm sure we'll enjoy having her up there."
After we finished the business part of our conversation, I wrote out directions to the cabin, including my phone number in case she got lost. Madge and I were headed in the direction of the Mustang, when once again she was tugging on my arm, this time pulling me into a cafe. We sat at a table away from others. She insisted I sit next to her, then moved right against me. In a low voice she said, "I really want to thank you for all this, but I also want to ask you something."
"Sure, what is it?
She was interrupted by the waitress, asking if we would like to order. "Two coffees, please. And a couple Danish."
I could see Madge mulling her question, then she asked when I had felt the 'tingle' with my wife. As I thought back to when we had met, the hum of the cafe receded into the background.
"It was while I was in the Navy. I was staying with a shipmate, Earl, and his wife at their apartment in Long Beach. One day I was working on my car-well under it actually-and this great pair of legs slowly walked by. All I could see was high heels, legs and shorts. I tried getting a better look, but by the time I scooted out, she was walking away from me.
Later that night we were playing cards when a friend of theirs came in; she was about my height, very nicely curved, still in shorts and heels. She was wearing a light, tight sweater, her hair was platinum blonde. Madge, right then my heart stopped. If anyone ever felt a 'tingle', I did then. Earl's wife, Cathy, introduced us; her name was Naomi. I picked up a British term in Hong Kong, 'gobsmacked'. I never understood it, but right then I did, and I was.
She joined us at cards, but I wasn't following them. If we had been playing for money, I'd have lost everything. She kept watching me then asked if I were the legs she saw under the car? Before I could even answer she just nodded to herself, and smiled.
Well, long story shortened, we started dating, and within a few months were engaged.
I was off on another WesPac cruise the rest of that year. Naomi and I wrote while I was gone, strengthening our ties. I got back to the States in April,left the Navy in August, we married in September. I moved around in a few jobs in Southern California, eventually we moved up here. In among all that we had the two kids."
"Wow...you're telling me all that happened because the two of you just saw each other's legs?"
"When I got back from that last cruise, she told me about her 'tingle', and how she knew we were going to marry."
Madge sat quietly for several minutes, then asked if we could go home. All the way back she looked to be in deep thought, just staring out the side window. I felt it best to leave her to her thoughts. Stopping at Jerry's Pizza in town, I picked up one to go , then headed up the hill towards the house. Madge took dinner and her bags in while I put the Mustang in the barn, recovering it.
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Back in the house, the pizza was on plates and a pair of beers were opened. We took them out to the deck in time for sunset.
The summer sunsets in the Pacific Northwest are drawn out affairs, the sky slowly losing color long after the sun passes behind the Olympics on the western horizon. The stars take just as long to appear, often not showing until 10 pm or later. It was only as the last light faded away that Madge finally started talking, and then in a low voice that I had to strain to hear at first.
"You were so lucky. You found your love, and she found hers...and it worked for you."
I sat quietly. She was looking for words to match her thoughts, my sense was to wait.
" I have been in three relationships that might have been considered serious. None had that feeling. I missed that."
"Marjorie...don't give up on yourself, or on life, or the fates, or the gods if you will. We never know what may be around the next turn in our lives. You can go down the same road a hundred times and nothing happens. And on one hundred and one, you go around a bend and *BINGO*, there's a unicorn. I don't have some magic power that let's me see the future, but I'm sure your life has a major change in it. Let it come to you."
"Will you hold me? I feel cold."
"Come sit on my lap, I'll keep you warm."
She slid into my lap, putting her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms, whispering into her ear, "You're safe with me."
We watched the summer constellations come out, and when the Moon's light started washing them out, moved into the house.
"It's late, we should get some sleep."
"Josh...can I sleep with you tonight? Please..."
"Of course. Join me when you're ready."
I went to my room, and contrary to my usual practice, put on t-shirt and shorts, then slid between the sheets. Minutes later Madge came in, spooning into me so I could hold her in my arms.
"Thank you...I need this."
"Why so sad?"
" I don't have anyone loving me the way you and Naomi loved each other."
"Darlin' don't count yourself short. I watched Jeannie with you today. There is real affection there."
She rolled in my arms, her breasts pressing into my chest, her belly and legs against mine. My cock firmly against her and slowly getting hard. Her sweet breathe brushed my cheek, "What about Jeannie? Do you think she's into women?"
"That I don't know, but she was genuinely happy to see you, and couldn't stop touching you. And she really got into caressing you. Remember?"
"Emm, yes, that did feel sooo good. And you enjoyed watching. I saw you in the mirror."
"You two were beautiful together. Haven't you been lovers?"
"No. Could you accept me having a woman lover?"
"I accept you the way you are.I don't want you changing to please me."
"You know I felt the 'tingle', don't you."
"When did you feel it?"
"Down by the lake. I thought so the first time we met. I was sure when you came back and we sat and talked. You were polite and respectful and willing to listen to me. And I knew. And today, at Jeannie's shop, I knew you felt it too. Jeannie spotted it on me, and as we left the shop she told me she saw it on you also."
"It was much like that for me too. That first day all I could see were your hair and your eyes, oh, and your freckles. But the next time? I was happy you were alone, and more than willing to sit and listen and look and just take in your essence. Yes, I felt it also. And right now, this is where you should be. In my arms.Can we talk more tomorrow? As much as I want this conversation, my eyes just won't stay open."
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Friday, the bed was empty when I woke.
It was after eight, much later than I normally slept, the house still. Quickly dressing in sweat pants and slippers I went down to the kitchen. There was fresh coffee in the maker and my cup sitting next to it. Pouring coffee, I looked around. Madge's bags from yesterday were still on the table. Looking further I could see the doors to the deck were open. Sitting on a chaise, her feet drawn up, and cup to her lips, Madge was looking out over the lake and trees. Bogart was curled next to the chaise, chin on paws.
"Good morning. Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you. I was just thinking...Last night, when you held me as we sat out here, you said a couple things that have me confused. You said I would always be safe with you. And last night in bed, I felt your cock pressing against me. But you didn't try anything. Why?"
"I'll answer in reverse order...By that time it was Oh Dark Thirty. Naomi wouldn't have gotten action out of me then. I'm an old man, I need my sleep. Its what keeps my wrinkles smooth.Now part two. As long as you stay with me, no one will harm you. You are safe. "
"That's it? I'm physically safe, that's what you meant?"
"Not just physically. Look, it's early and I may not say this just the way I mean it, but I'll try."
I sipped at my coffee as I gathered my thoughts, "I feel a connection with you. The last person I felt something this strongly with was Naomi. But I don't know where we are going. Not yet any way. I don't have sex randomly, I don't just fuck for the sake of fucking. If, or when, we join it will be an act of love. That is how I am. But you said there were two things you wondered about. What's the other?"
"Wow, that's a deeper answer than I expected, and yet, no less than I expect from you. Ok...we were talking about me and Jeannie, ...you said if we were lovers, you could accept that. That you wouldn't expect me to change?"
"Let's go make some breakfast. This is going to be a long convo."
While she made breakfast, I fed Bogart, then poured us more coffee, carrying the cups out to the deck. Just as Madge stepped out, a herd of deer moved out of the tree line to the south. Holding up a hand, I pointed them out. Putting the plates down, she backed against me so I could hold her as we watched them move to the east.
Once they had disappeared back into the trees she turned around, gave me a light kiss, and sat . We ate in silence, simply enjoying each others presence.
Breakfast finished, Madge cleared the dishes and brought out more coffee. Bogart worked his way around the yard, sniffing, finally tracking the deer a bit before coming back up on the deck and flopping at Madges feet.
"Well," I began, "when Naomi and I first married, we didn't have a lot. It might have been a good year or more until we bought a small tv. There were only four or five channels available so it didn't matter much any way. But we had radio and a stereo for music, we spent a lot of time on the beach, and we read. Boy did we read. We read westerns, sci-fi, philosophy. She was into romance novels, I was reading anything that looked sexy.
One of the authors I came across was named Rimmer. He had several books out; one was about an experimental college, another about a man with two wives. I read those books several times, mainly because I felt an underlying message, and I wanted to dig it out. One night it came to me; we are capable-if we let ourselves-we have an ability to love more than one person at a time. Equally and without reservation. I couldn't wait to share this revelation with Naomi, but when I tried, I was stammering all over myself I was so excited.
She had me go through it twice, then asked to read the books herself. A week later we were having evening drinks when she told me she had finished Rimmer, and yes, she could see what I meant, it was possible to love more than one. Then she hit me with the hammer."
*"What?"*
"Not literally. She said, 'I see where this could be a beautiful way to expand our lives. I've never expected you to meet all my wants or needs, and I'm sure you know I can't meet all of yours.' Now I'm sitting there licking my lips like a kitten at a bowl of cream when she finished her thought, '*I could have a lover, or a second husband too.'* "
"NO! she didn't! Oh that's hilarious! Here you thought it was going to be you and multiple wives, and she turned it on you. I wish I could have seen your face."
"Well, I'm glad you think it was funny. I sure didn't. I had this picture of me and a couple doting wives, and all the loving I could handle. Naomi flipped that idea on it's head. As she told me the next day, 'What's good for the Gander is good for the Goose.'"
"What did you do?"
"Went off in a corner and sulked."
"You did what?"
"Well, not really sulked. I sat and thought. And slowly came to the realization she was right, for this philosophy to work, I would have to shed my sense of ownership-privilege if you will- and freely share. Thinking back on the books, the women weren't subserviant to the men, they were equals. It took many days of thinking to get it all straight in my head. Remember, I was also working, and when I was there, that's where my mind was.
Anyway, I started doing mental exercises, picturing different scenarios; me with another woman, how would Naomi react? Naomi and another man, how do I react? The two of us with a third, man or woman? After a week or so, I had the basics worked out in my head, and we started talking it over more."
"What about jealousy?"
"Ahh, the big one. That's the one that I had the most trouble with. I would picture her with somone, and feel a tighness in my chest. But the more I visualized situations, the less impact they had. Eventually it was a minor tickle in the back of my brain."
"Did you guys ever do anything?"
"Oh yes. After that we were open to the possibilities, but unsure where to find this mysterious other person. We looked into swinging, but didn't like the premise of sex for sex sake. There was also a line of thought called 'Open Marriage' which basically went 'I can have lovers, and you can have lovers, we just won't talk about it'. That didn't feel right to us either. If she had another man, or I a woman, we wanted them as part of our lives, together."
"In bed and everything?"
"We talked about that too, in fact we talked a lot about everthing, but yeah, we considered that also."
"And..."
"We couldn't see it as a constant, but once in a while, yes, it would add a spice to things. We would imagine Naomi wth myself and another man, and she would be the center of attention. Another time, her and another woman with me the center."
"What about her and the woman, or you and the man?"
"Ahh, the final barriers. I guess women may be more open to that sort of experimentation than men, especially back then. That was another scenario we worked through. Whether we would have same sex partners. Naomi could picture the sensuousness of another woman-think of yourself and Jeannie. I wasn't so sure. The thought of kissing a guy, let alone playing with his equipment, I didn't know if I could or not."
"Did you ever find some one else? How about Naomi, did she?"
"We both found someone. Not at the same time, it seldom works that way. But yeah, we did. Unfortunately, they didn't work out over the long run; He was always nervous around me, I guess he couldn't take the openness."
"And the woman you found?"
"She wanted me to choose between Naomi and her. That was a no-win for her. She didn't understand the dynamics."
"And all this based on some novels."
"Yes. And no. I learned years later Rimmer's philosophy was based on actual experience; he and his wife had a relationship with another couple for over twenty years."
"Wow."
It was noon, we were getting pretty warm on the deck, hunger was raising it's head.
"Let's go inside, we can talk more in there."
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In the kitchen I headed for the refrigerator-only to be cut off by Madge.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Lunch."
"I said the kitchen is mine, shoo. And what were you planning on?"
"Ham sandwich, maybe a beer. You know, lunch."
"Nope, you're slimming down and shaping up. If I'm sticking around, so are you. You get a salad. And water. And no arguing, do you hear?"
" You're serious aren't you?"
Now, you might ask why I put up with being bossed around in my own home. Well thats easy; First, she said everything with a smile. Second, she was right about my diet. Third, the 'tingle'. And finally, there is no way I could turn down anything that beauty asked of me.
So I ate my salad like a good boy, drank my water as if I enjoyed it, and got a big smile and an even larger hug for my efforts. As I ate, I asked about Madge's family; what was her life like after her Dad died, where was her mother now, did she have any siblings?
"After Dad died, things were rough for us. Mom collected Dad's life insurance, and that paid off the house but there wasn't much left after that. She was already working as an office assistant, so we were ok there. She still lives in Tacoma.
Me? Junior high was rough. Kids can be cruel, and they were about my dad. I became a loner, stayed away from almost everyone else outside of class. I had a couple friends, but when we went to high school, they went to one and I went to the other. In high school I formed a couple new friendships in my freshman year. By my junior year I had come out of my shell, had joined several school groups, and was dating. I gave up my virginity at seventeen to a guy on the football team, what a cliche, didn't date any one seriously in my senior year.
I went to Community College, thinking I could get my Associate degree then move on to UW for my last two years. But that didn't happen."
"Why not?"
"Money. I didn't have it. So I joined the real estate office as an associate, taking courses evenings, doing whatever they needed during the day. That's where I met Dave, we became friends, but that's all. When I had my license, I started selling, and I made decent money, but I wasn't getting the big commission sales, the owner gave those to his favorites. And I wasn't one of his favorites."
"Why not?"
"I kept my legs closed."
"Oh..."
"The rest you know, lost job, lost job, lost job. And now I'm here."
"Is being here a...problem?"
"Oh lord no. You said I have changes coming in my life, I hope so. And please, dear God, let you be one of them."
I opened my arms, she slid into my lap. We seemed to be doing that a lot these last two days. There were tears on her cheeks, I kissed them away, then her eyes and the corner of her mouth, and then her lips. One of us groaned, or maybe both did. I pulled her against me, she tightened her arms around me and our kiss grew more passionate. I slid my hand up her neck, under her hair, pulling her as tightly to my lips as I could.
When she finally pulled away, it was to pull my shirt off. She dipped to my nipple, licking and kissing as she went, and when she reached her target, began sucking and biting . If I wasn't alive before, I was now! Sensations I hadn't felt in almost ten years ran through my body. My nipples felt every touch, my cock sprang to life, and a moan came rolling out of my throat.
My hands weren't idle either. I pulled her shirt up as far as possible, cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples-hot in my hands-grew hard and pointed, her breathing became ragged, she squirmed in my lap, rubbing my cock into a hardness I had all but forgotten.
"Stop," I whispered hoarsely, "let's go get more comfortable. "
I pulled her to her feet, then up the stairs into my bedroom. A breeze wafting through the open window, warmed by the sun, felt wonderful on my bare skin. Quickly, I finished removing her shirt, then knelt before her, unfastening her shorts and pulling shorts and panties down in one motion. Her hands were on my head, drawing me to her softly rounded belly, where I laid the softest of touches before slowly laying a line of kisses to her pussy. Parting her auburn hair with my finger tips, a drop of moisture gleamed on lower lips. Extending my tongue, I tasted a delicious mixture, reminiscent of strawberries and honey. I could do nothing but press my lips against her.
Slowly, she backed to the bed, holding me to her. When her legs met the edge, she laid back, still holding me to her pussy. I slowly opened her to my gaze, exploring the wonders of the pink lips, engorging in her excitement. Holding her open, I drew circles with my tongue, searching for each delicious drop. She was moaning, then sighing, then lightly moaning again until suddenly she closed her legs about my head, pulled my face hard against her pussy and arched up, a low, growling, groan rumbled from her throat. She held us there for several moments, then slowly eased back down, releasing her hold on me.
As her breathing slowed, she tugged me up 'til we were face to face, "It's going to be your turn in a minute, but I do need to catch my breath. Where did you learn that? Never mind, tell me another time. Just kiss me now. Emm, is that me on your lips? I taste good. No one has ever gone down on me before. I like that, will you do it again? Tell me later, I want you on your back, *it's my turn now."*
Obviously, she had her breath back, because with a quick move she had us reversed; now I was on my back, and she was diving for the waist band of my sweat pants. In one swift motion I was stripped bare, and she was kneeling over me. That is when she paused, looking me over, licking her lips, a gleam in her eyes as she slowly bent to my lips.
We kissed, a long slow kiss that she slowly pulled down my chin, to my throat, to my chest, then back to my nipples. Moving back and forth from one to the other, she had them as hard as could be. Then she started kissing down my stomach, her hands remaining on my chest, her nails scrapping at my nipples. She stopped only briefly at my navel, then moved that little more to the tip of my cock. Kisses were planted all around the head, then down one side, then back up along the large vein on the bottom. Again, she planted kisses, down the other side, and up the vein. When she reached the head, her lips engulfed me, sliding down until she reached her throat, then up and down until I was on the verge of coming.
"Stop, I'll cum if you don't"
"I want you to. I want to taste you, like you tasted me."
"Later, now I must be in you. I have to feel us become one."
"God, you do know how to sweet talk a girl. Don't move, let me do this."
She lifted herself up, bringing her hips over mine, then holding my cock with her left hand positioned me at her entrance. She lowered herself until my cock head was just in her, looked me in the eyes, and slid down in one move. That low rumble came from her throat again, and I could feel her pussy vibrating and clamping around me. As she started to rise I stopped her,"Wait, I want to feel you like this, I always want to remember this moment, the first time in you. Come down here, kiss me."
We held that moment for several minutes, kissing lightly, almost nibbling on each other's lips, but soon the need to move became paramount. She, rising and falling. Me pushing up into her. Soon we were going as hard, as fast as we could. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. Thrusting upward, The cum rushing through me, I moaned out my release. Even as I was thrusting into her, Madge was arching back, inhaling deeply, and then, with her low, rumbling groan, she joined me in heaven.
Slowly, we came back to earth, holding each other, not wanting the feeling to pass. I held her to my chest, her weight nothing to me. The kisses we exchanged had a new flavor, a new meaning to them. Again she looked at me, a smile dancing over her lips.
"What just happened? I've never felt so alive like this. What did you do to me?"
"Darling, I told you, I only do this for love."
"Well, don't stop loving me. It feels too good."
I slowly rolled her to my side, trying to not break our connection, but my cock finally deflated and slid out. After a moment, I needed to pee, and whispered I'd be right back. Madge was drifting into sleep when I rejoined her, so I carefully moved back into bed, pulling just a sheet over us. Taking her into my arms, studying her face, I too drifted off.
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*"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"*
Scrambling to get my senses back as I sat up, Marge sitting next to me, her eyes large as saucers.
"Wha..."
*"Something cold just stuck into my butt!"*
Wipng the sleep out of my eyes, I looked over her shoulder, then flopped back on my pillow. Laughing so hard it hurt, all I could say was, "Welcome to the family. Bogart just checked you out!"
She spun, finding the big black dog sitting next to the bed, what had to be a dog smile all over his face, his tongue hanging to the side.
Have you ever heard a dog laugh? It's a kind of a breathy 'huh, huh, huh'
And THAT is what Bogart was doing.
"You put him up to that didn't you?"
"Not me. If anyone's going to have his nose in your butt, it'll be me. And I'd believe you were upset if you weren't trying so hard at not laughing."
"Oh Gawd, that was a shock!, why didn't you warn me he was back there? Am I going to have to keep an eye out for him from now on?"
"I don't think so, although you can never be too sure. He does seem to like you."
"Well, I like him too, but that's going to far."
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Title: Being Sarah
Tags: crossdressing, crossdresser, strap-on, anal sex, cum, cum swallowing, strap on, pussy eating, pegging, legs
*Please note, this is a story about a male-to-female crossdresser. It includes themes of bisexuality, dominance/submission, embarrassing erections, anal play, cunnilingus and cum-eating. If you like that, awesome. If you don't maybe it's time to check another post. You can't say I haven't warned you ;)*
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There are many difficult decisions I've had to make in my life. Deciding whether to confide in someone that I liked to crossdress was definitely one of them. In fact, "difficult" was an understatement, "agonizing" would be a more appropriate term. Especially when, in my case, the potential recipient of my little secret was someone as unpredictable and dangerous as my friend Abbey.
As I sat next to her, the rational part of my brain told me that it would be a stupid idea to open up to her. She was too impulsive. Too reckless. Too oblivious to the consequences of her actions. Part of me knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut. Another part of me half-suspected that she'd use the information against me if I ever got on the wrong side of her.
However, I couldn't deny that part of me actually did want to tell her. My hidden self absolutely craved recognition. Added to that, I guess I wanted to prove to Abbey how interesting, unique and different I was. The latter was a stupid motive, but the desire to impress a beautiful, flirtatious and sexually-liberated young woman is one only the strongest men can resist. And back when I was eighteen, I definitely wasn't a strong man.
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Half an hour before, I sat alone in the seniors' common room at my high school. It was a hot day and I was dressed simply in a T-shirt and shorts. I was trying to work through a set of physics problems that were due in the next week, but I was getting distracted. As the sun had come out, so had the skimpy sun dresses. Out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help but stare at all the beautiful, smooth, female flesh on display. I was counting down the minutes until I could go home, creep into my room, and jerk my dick until I'd drained every last drop of cum from my balls.
My level of distraction reached breaking point when I saw Abbey walk up to me. Almost the second she entered my vision, my breath caught in my throat. God damn she looked gorgeous--even more so than usual.
Abbey was five-foot-six with long blonde hair, and the most wickedly beautiful face. It was the kind of face that suggests the owner is always up to mischief--which, in Abbey's case, was usually true. Her crystalline blue eyes sparkled as she strode towards me, and that big, beautiful smile of hers drilled its way directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. I could barely handle the visual stimulation as she pouted her full, soft lips in my direction.
Abbey was never one to downplay her glamor, but as she walked towards me in a low-cut top and an eye-wateringly short skirt, I felt I could be finally be entering heaven, or perhaps blue-ball hell. Her legs passed over each other, one after the next. Long, toned and shimmering with a silky, youthful sheen: they were a veritable work of art. The slight outward curve of her hamstrings and the elegant contours of her calves simply reduced me to jelly. I could worship those legs all fucking day long. Her hips curved inwards towards her slim, taught waist-- and her torso was topped off with a set of naturally firm, round breasts. I was agog. My train of thought completely lost.
"Hi gorgeous," she said, smiling and pulling out the chair beside me. "Whatcha doing?"
"Just some physics problems," I replied, as she sat herself down next to me.
"Got time for a chat?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"For you Abbey, I suppose," I said back, with a smile. "Do I even dare ask how your weekend was?"
She bit her lip and smiled with her eyes.
"Well I had quite the weekend," she enthused.
"On Friday, I went to that new club in town, you know the one near the marketplace?"
I nodded.
"Well I went there with Maria and I met this absolutely gorgeous guy."
She took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and fanned herself with her hand.
"He was a Commando in the Royal Marines. He had a body to die for. He led me to the toilets and he fucked me right there. My God, I came so fucking hard. It made me horny for the entire weekend. I can still feel him inside me now."
"So did you see him again?" I asked.
"Alas, no," she sighed. "He was only in town for a day, so on Saturday I called up Jack, my ex, because I absolutely needed some more dick. I suggested we go skinny dipping, so we went walking to the lake, but I couldn't wait that long and his hands were all over me, so we just did it by the side of a farmer's field. I got my new dress all muddy, but it was worth it."
"Then on Sunday you went to confession, and ended up fucking the priest?" I asked.
She laughed.
"No, on Sunday I just started chatting with guys online. There was this guy who had a foot fetish. He was begging me to show him my feet... so I did. Then he kept asking if he could come over and lick them. He was a hedge fund guy and lived in America, but he said he'd pay to fly over here. It was so weird. It was awesome teasing him though. I got him to jerk off his tiny, and I mean tiny, dick on camera. I laughed so fucking hard!"
She sighed, before continuing, "I love just it when guys have little kinks, you can have so much fun with them."
She paused for a second, then her eyes focused on me with a wicked glint.
"I bet you've got some kinks John... It's always the smart guys like you who have dirty little secrets."
I laughed. "Maybe," I said, off-hand.
Abbey's eyes widened. "Oh you have got some haven't you. Oh come on John, tell me!"
Oh crap, why hadn't I just said "no". I took a deep breath. "Maybe another day Abbey," I replied.
"So you admit it!" she exclaimed, gleefully. "I can't wait, you have to tell me now!"
She pressed her bare leg against mine. The sensation of her soft, delicious skin sent a surge of arousal through me. Every instinct in my male body told me to prepare for breeding. I could feel my face flush and my dick begin to engorge. Shit, shit, shit. But the torment didn't stop there. She leaned towards me, pressing her firm, round tits against my arm. Jesus Christ.
"Tell me John, you know you want to... and it's only fair... I tell you everything."
I couldn't fault her on that point. As my dick stiffened uncomfortably in my shorts, I looked around the room. There was nobody within earshot--but even so.
"Look," she said, "it's not as if I'm going to be shocked, it's me for fuck's sake."
I breathed heavily, not knowing what to say. Part of me desperately wanted to tell her. Part of me knew that telling her would be a very risky choice. The weight of the decision caused beads of sweat to appear at my temples.
"Tell me, John," she demanded. "I bet it's good."
Wracked with indecision, I opened my mouth, then closed it again. The words teetered for a second on the tip of my tongue, before being forcibly gulped back down my throat. But Abbey's sparkling blue eyes were still boring into me, coaxing my secret back up from the depths.
"I..." I stammered, my voice losing all of its depth.
"Yes?" she said, with a wicked grin on her face.
"I... err... I like dressing as a girl."
Abbey's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped in utter glee. Then she started to laugh.
"Oh my God. You little sissy bitch!" she squealed in excitement.
Her mouth hung open and she scanned me up and down. "Now I know why you grow your hair so long."
My face started to burn deep red. She was right though. I did indeed let my mousy blonde hair grow long so I could look more like a girl when I wanted to. I'd told everyone I was going for the rock-star look, and since I played the guitar most people had believed me.
"So do you dress up often?"
"Yeah... every now and again."
"Does that turn you you?"
I gulped. This was another thing that it was really too risky to reveal.
"Yeah... kinda."
I squirmed in my seat as Abbey laughed at me.
"You've got to show me," she yelped. "I bet you'd make such a cute girl!"
And with those words, deep below my red-faced, squirming exterior, part of me glowed with pride.
\*\*\*\*
Before I get too far ahead of myself, it's probably worth me giving you a little insight into my life--both now and back when all this occurred.
I've always had a pretty broad sexuality. I'm male, currently in my early-twenties and bisexual; and yes, I have been to bed with both men and woman. I've got a penchant for dominance and submission, again on both sides of the equation. Since I turned 18, I've been the Dom and I've been the sub, I've been spanked and been the spanker, I've teased and been the tease victim.
And I like to crossdress. I guess you can say there is a lot of stuff that turns me on.
I don't exactly identify as transsexual: I have no intention of undergoing any treatment to actually become a girl, and I do not believe I am a woman born into a man's body. For me it's a little more complex: I've always thought of myself as having two parts, perhaps even two similar but distinct personalities, one male and one female. Whilst the male personality generally comes to the fore, my alter-ego, Sarah, likes to come out and flirt every so often. And she likes being a girl with a dick, although she'd love the chance to be a girl with pussy on occasion too. I've often wished that I could change my body at the flick of a switch. Click--now I'm a girl. Click--now I'm a guy again. Click-- now I've got a pussy. Click--now I've got a dick.
For as long as I can remember, going back to when I was very young, a certain portion of my dreams and fantasies involved me being Sarah. I stress that I don't mean all of my fantasies, in fact, not even the majority, but a substantial portion: let's say around 30%. Some were romantic, such as being swept away by a boy; some were just about going about my life as a girl; some were downright sexual, especially by the time I'd grown up.
I guess I started as many guys do: I slipped into my sister's clothes when the house was empty--and felt that rush of excitement you get when you feel the delicious silky, feminine fabric against your skin. I shimmied into her slutty skirts, pulled her sexy stockings up my legs, and experimented with her make-up. I got away with it too: she was so untidy she never knew where half her stuff was to begin with.
After some amateurish first attempts at feminizing myself, I began to read online about how to do it properly. I wanted to be as passable as possible, and as sexy as possible. Sarah was shy, but she wasn't a wallflower. Beneath her bashfulness she wanted to flirt and be desired.
I soon graduated from pilfering my sister's clothes and make-up to buying my own. I needed outfits that fitted me better, and foundation that better blended with my own skin tone. I didn't want to risk ordering online as sometimes my parents "accidentally" open my packages and mail. So I simply went into town with my measurements and told the shop assistants I was on an errand for a friend.
As time passed, little tips and tricks became second nature. I learned to use eyeliner to make my eyes look bigger. I learned to give myself a feminine hourglass figure with a thick belt around my waist. I learned to hide my Adam's apple using contouring make-up, wearing high collared tops, or wearing a slutty collar. Sarah loved that last one especially.
I guess it helped that I'd never had a particularly masculine appearance. My face was oval shaped, my skin was clear, and I was slow to get facial hair. Even now it is nothing but slightly wispy, but when I was eighteen I was pretty much entirely hair-free. I am, and was, pretty skinny, which helps too, as body fat distributions can be a give-away to gender. Over many years I even grew my hair long. This was much to the derision of some of my male friends, but surprisingly, many girls liked it, even when I was my masculine self. Maybe some girls really did buy into my "rock-star" excuse.
I got better and better until one day I looked in the mirror and was impressed that not only did I actually look like a girl, but I actually looked cute. Almost instantly I was consumed with excitement. As I winked and flirted with myself in the mirror, my dick got hard in my filthy little knickers. I couldn't help but run to my bed, tie my ankles together, jam a dildo in my mouth and masturbate until my dick was sore--fantasizing about being a cock-sucking slave girl. I writhed and moaned in ecstasy, then spurted multiple loads of cum all over my sheets.
I'd experienced difficulties at first wearing heels, but with practice I got to the point where it was second nature. I could walk in them, dance in them, sway my hips in them. The most difficult part was sounding like a girl. I tried so many different voices, most of which sounded utterly ridiculous - until I read a tip that cross-dressers should try a different accent and see whether that worked. I searched YouTube for videos of girls with different regional accents and tried to mimic them. Eventually, I found one that I could I could do: a Scottish accent that was both realistic and feminine. From that moment Sarah became Scottish.
Searching maps, I came across the small town of Burtisland in Fife. With a population of around six thousand I guessed that virtually nobody I'd meet would be from there. I did my research and it became my cover story if I needed it. Sarah's childhood summers were spent on the beach and at the annual summer fairground. She attended Burntisland Primary School, before moving on to Balwearie High School. That, of course, all happened before her family had moved to England last year, but she could still wax lyrical about the ancient Parish Church and Rossend Castle, two of the town's most important historic sites.
Despite the cover story, I didn't think more than letting Sarah play around the house when my parents were out and my sister was off at university. She tied herself up, she spanked herself, she sucked her dildo cock. Sure, she fantasized about going out, being a little minx, teasing guys and having a dick plunged deep into her slutty ass--but it always seemed too risky to do it for real.
And then came the incident with Abbey.
Abbey never ceased to amaze me. We'd known each other since we started primary school. My miniature self had thought she was cute even then, but boy how she'd developed. We'd never had classes together until recently as she had always been in the school year above me. However, despite her being pretty smart, she had done very badly in her final exams--so she had decided to stay back a year and resit. At nineteen she was the oldest girl in the school.
I have no doubt in my mind that the reason for her poor academic performance was her over-active sex life. Whenever she should have been studying, she was sucking, or fucking or engaging in some other act of decadent sexual depravity. I've never met anyone before or since who had a such a high sex drive--and she had no shortage hard, willing cocks to indulge her cravings. In the last few of years of high school, she had gone from cute to gorgeous. As I described earlier: flowing blonde hair, tight toned body, and long tanned legs. Mix that in with her utterly compulsive flirtatiousness, it is difficult to see how things could have worked out much differently. Sex was written in her stars.
I was no stranger to her affections--not that I'd succumbed. I didn't really doubt that she would have fucked me if I were willing: she'd suggested we "go and have some fun" more than once--but I was too scared that I wouldn't meet her standards. I knew from her stories that she took a dim view of guys who didn't know how to please her and I was a virgin--at least of sorts. I'd never had sex with a girl. My only proper sexual experiences involved being fucked by a guy, and I wasn't sure that provided me with the training I needed to satisfy her.
Nevertheless, between classes she'd come up to my desk, play with my hair, tell me I was cute, then proceed to regale me with stories of her sordid sex life.
She'd fucked two of our teachers. One simply because she thought he was hot. One because she wanted a better grade. She'd told me about her back-alley sex, her favorite way to give blow jobs, and how one should properly take a cock in the ass. She told me about her dildos. She told me about her handcuffs. She told me about her experiences with other girls.
I never tired of listening to her. It opened my eyes--and gave me a lot of images to masturbate to in the privacy of my own room.
I was a moderately popular kid, but my friends were the really popular ones. I was the smart one, but just funny enough to get away with it without rubbing people up the wrong way. As a guy who circled in the popular crowd, I was on good terms with the popular (read: attractive) girls--of which Abbey was definitely one.
However, our friendship extended a deeper than just associating in the same circles. I was also one of the few people she could open up to. Although I wasn't particularly sexually experienced, I was stridently liberal minded. I was genuinely interested in what she had to say--and listened to her without casting judgment or mockery. With me she had the perfect audience--and I think she liked the intellectual fire power I could bring to an argument if someone tried to make out that her lifestyle as morally wrong.
Despite that, I wouldn't say I entirely trusted her, for as I mentioned, Abbey was dangerous. She liked to tease boys. She liked to get them hard in awkward places. She liked to make people squirm. She liked to make people go red. She liked to rate guys by their sexual prowess and dick size -- and she wasn't afraid of revealing who didn't measure up--all said with a wicked grin on her face.
I can't say that I didn't jack myself off furiously to the thought of her humiliating me - and there was a fair chance she'd have delighted in doing just that If I'd asked - but my rational mind did not think that was best for my prestige or my future. As such, I'd played my cards incredibly close to my chest for a long time--but as you already know, I couldn't hold out forever.
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So let's get back to the meat of the story.
The moment of pride induced when Abbey said that she thought I would make "a cute girl" was short lived. The next thing she said overwhelmed everything.
"I'm going to tell Maria!" she exclaimed. Instantly my regret chip fired.
"What? No. Abbey!" I seethed under my breath.
"Come on, Maria won't mind. She's seen everything."
Maria was Abbey's partner in crime, perhaps even her protege. They went out on the hunt together at weekends and they made quite a pairing. Abbey was about my height, but Maria was one of the tallest girls in school. She was also very pretty. She had been a bit of an ugly ducking when we first met six years ago--but she would definitely win the award for 'most improved' since then. She had pale creamy skin, thick, dark-brown hair, a light smattering of cute freckles, and a long lean body capped with generous round breasts. Maria had been the subject of a number of my fantasies too.
"Abbey, please don't. I only told you because I trusted you'd keep it quiet," I begged, pathetically. My mind was going insane with worry, but my submissive side caused my dick to twitch involuntarily in my pants.
"I promise I won't tell anyone else, but I have to tell her."
She got up from her seat.
I grabbed her wrist.
"Abbey, NO!"
"Let go or I'll shout it to the whole room," She looked at me sternly, like I'd committed a crime.
I squirmed in my seat and let her go.
I watched her skirt bounce against her firm little ass as she skipped away.
Fuck. I shrank back into my seat.
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The next day I was once more sitting alone in the common room, shifting uneasily at my desk with my heart beating fast. I hadn't seen Abbey since the day before and the worry was killing me. This could be humiliating. Really humiliating. I wished that I'd dreamed the conversation from the day before.
Unfortunately, I hadn't.
Abbey and Maria approached me together. Two beautiful, confident girls vs one timid guy. They sat either side of me. I didn't know what to say.
Maria reached over and started stroking my neck with her fingertips. My body jolted as the sensation fizzled through me. Both girls laughed.
"So is it true that you like dressing as a girl?" Maria asked.
My face started to heat up. The girls laughed again. I didn't say anything.
"We won't tell anyone," Abbey soothed, starting to play with my hair. "Just admit again like you did yesterday."
Hemmed in by two beautiful girls, my dick started to get hard all over again. I couldn't help it. They were too close and too hot.
I took a deep breath.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Absolutely anyone," I pleaded.
"I promise," said Abbey.
"Do you promise too?" I asked Maria.
"Yeah... I promise," said Maria, with an evil glint in her eye that I didn't fully trust.
What the hell was I getting myself into? My mind whirred. Should I say something? Did it make any difference at this point? I'd already let the cat out of the bag to Abbey--I might as well co-operate, lest I antagonize them.
"Ok, yeah," I said.
Both girls descended into fits of giggles.
"I told you Maria," said Abbey, excitedly.
"You totally have to show us," said Maria.
"So will you let us see you dressed up?" said Abbey.
"How?" I said. "My parents are always at home these days."
"Come to mine on Friday," said Abbey. "My parents are away this week."
I stared at Abbey--then at Maria--then back to Abbey.
"Promise me again that this is just between us."
"We promise," the girls giggled.
"Ok," I said, "but I'll need to get changed at yours."
"Fine," said Abbey, "come over at 7."
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After school on Friday, I shaved my legs as tight and as silky as possible. I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I moisturized my skin. I gave myself a spritz of my sister's perfume, and I set off with my make-up and my favorite clothes stuffed into a rucksack.
I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. Part of me wanted to turn back. Another part of me knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Sarah to come to life.
When I arrived at Abbey's house, Maria was already there. They fussed over me as I entered the house.
"You still look like a guy," Abbey said, "or at least as much of a guy as you usually do."
"I haven't got changed yet!" I exclaimed. "Can I go to your bathroom to get ready?"
"Sure," she said. "Up the stairs, then the second door on the left. This better be good."
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I locked the door behind me, stripped naked, and prepared for my transformation. My arms trembled, but as I slipped a deliciously sexy pair of knickers up my legs, I couldn't stop my dick from starting to swell. Sarah was beginning to take the reigns of my thoughts and actions--and she was very excited.
After the knickers came a matching bra, subtly filled out with realistically-shaped silicone inserts. Then the dress: I'd picked out a little black dress that came high on the neck. The top half was tight-fitting and around my waist a thick belt pulled me into a feminine shape. At the bottom, the material was short and floaty, enhancing the appearance of an hour-glass figure and nicely showing off my bare legs. I slipped into a pair of kitten heels, then set about my make-up.
A light layer of foundation, then some gentle blush to the apples of the cheeks: If you're young and smooth-skinned, this is all you really need. Too much make-up is as much a give-away as too little. I subtly enhanced my eyes, with a gentle eye-shadow on the upper lid, eye-liner around the edges and touch of mascara on my lashes. Finally, I added an understated lip gloss and I was done.
I nervously gave myself a wink and a twirl in the mirror.
I was no longer John. I was Sarah.
I packed myself a little handbag with my make-up supplies and other necessities, took a deep breath and left the room.
My muscles screamed with tension, so much that I could barely walk straight. I could hear Abbey and Maria larking about downstairs.
As I nervously descended to meet them, I managed to find my voice. "Hi guys, I'm Sarah!" I said.
The girls looked up at me and squealed in excitement, jumping around and clapping their hands.
"You're a girl!" Abbey yelped. "You're actually a girl!"
"And you're Scottish!" Maria cried.
"Aye, just a wee young lass," I said, hamming it up a little more than I usually would.
"Oh my fucking God!" Abbey said. She got up on to the sofa and bounced. "John, I actually think you're a girl!"
"Who's John?" I asked, with a little smile. "I told you already, I'm Sarah."
I reached the bottom of the stairs and did a little twirl.
Abbey ran towards me and hugged me. Maria followed suit. I wanted to cry out in happiness.
"Wow, your tits look good," Abbey said, squeezing my chest. "And they feel kinda real. Are those inserts?"
"Yeah, I'm a little flat chested."
"I'm going to take a photo," Maria exclaimed.
"NO!" I shouted, aggressively.
For the first time ever, and probably the last time too, I saw Maria back down. I guess my uncharacteristic defiance had temporarily stunned her.
"Ok, but we can't just waste you like this," Abbey said, breaking the silence. "You're so realistic, we've got to do something."
"Let's go clubbing," Maria suggested.
"No way! People from school will be there." I objected. "And what if someone notices?"
"Then we'll go to Nottingham, there are loads of good clubs there," Maria said, "and I don't think anyone's going to notice, you look more like a girl that some of the real girls we know."
I couldn't help but glow a little at the compliment. And Nottingham seemed a sensible choice. It was the next major town over, about 40 miles away. It wasn't so far away that getting there would be overly arduous, and Maria was right, nobody from school would be there as they had perfectly good bars and clubs much closer.
I breathed heavily. Could that actually work? Could we go out together whilst I was dressed as a girl? I wanted to do it so badly, but I was consumed by nerves.
"OK," I said, "yeah... I guess that could work. But won't it cost loads to get there?"
"It's OK, I'll pay for the taxi," Abbey said. I knew her parents were rich. I guessed the journey would be peanuts for her.
"Err... OK then," I said.
The girls clapped in excitement.
"This is going to be awesome!" Abbey exclaimed.
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As Abbey and Maria readied themselves upstairs, I stood in the living room in my little dress. I kept looking at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room--examining my face and body in from different angles. Yeah--I'd done a good job. I was looking very cute and girly. I rubbed my smooth legs against each other and rehearsed my coquettish smile. Through the nerves, little pangs of excitement shot through me. Would people think I was hot? Would people want to flirt with me? Would someone give me their number?
That thought made my stomach flutter.
Eventually, Abbey and Maria came back down. Abbey was wearing a tiny little clubbing dress. It was pink and clung to her gorgeous body--encasing her tits, curving in with her waist, and cupping her tight, round ass. It showed off every inch of her beauty and perfectly complimented her smooth, tanned skin.
Maria, without access to fresh clothes, had simply straightened her hair and redone her make-up; but she still looked stunning in the little fitted shirt and skin-tight jeans that she had arrived in.
Both of them looked gorgeous. I hoped that I could compete.
Abbey had ordered the taxi a little earlier. My eyes kept looking out the window, waiting for it to arrive. It would be my first proper test. Sure I'd revealed myself to Abbey and Maria, but they knew what was going on. The driver would be oblivious to the background. Would the he notice that I was a boy? Or would he just accept me as a girl?
Soon enough, we saw the car pull up outside Abbey's house and we scurried out towards it, clicking along the driveway in our heels, with our little handbags slung over our shoulders. My heart was beating fast.
"So you ladies want taking to Nottingham?" the driver asked.
"Yeah," said Abbey, "City Center please."
Abbey and Lucy bundled into the back of the car, and closed the door behind them.
I looked at them with pleading eyes, but I could tell that they weren't going to let me sit next to them. They wanted me to sit next to the driver.
With my face glowing pink, I opened the front door on the passenger side and slunk into the seat. I checked my appearance quickly in the wing mirror, smoothed down my dress and clipped in my seat belt.
"So are you girls off on a night out?"
The taxi driver looked at me and winked, his eyes roving from my legs to my chest.
"Yeah, we're off clubbing," I said, nervously.
In the mirror, I could see Abbey and Maria grinning at me.
"So you're from Scotland?" he said.
"Yeah, I lived in Fife until last year."
"Nice, where about?"
"Oh just a wee village called Buntisland," I replied.
"Cool, my brother-in-law comes from there," said the driver excitedly. "I bet he's only a few years older than you. What's your name, I'll ask him about it?"
"Sarah McCullough," I answered, my throat going dry.
In the mirror, I could see Abbey descending into fits of giggles. Maria was much the same.
"McCullough. I'll have to remember to ask him about that."
Jesus Christ.
Fortunately, the grilling stopped, and we careered along the M1 in silence.
On arrival, Abbey paid the driver.
"Have a good night girls," he said, leering at us one by one, as if storing the images for later. Despite not finding him in the least bit attractive, I couldn't help but feel aroused. I was being looked at as if I was a girl: a sexy, attractive girl--and that was enough to excite me.
"Byeee," we cooed back.
I smiled and waved.
He honked his horn as he drove off.
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The streets thronged with people. Nottingham is a university town and has a very lively night-life. Groups of guys and girls filled the street. The air was thick with anticipation.
We approached one of the first bars we saw. There were bouncers on the door. I gulped.
"Abbey," I whispered. "What if I get asked for ID?"
I was eighteen, the legal drinking age, so it wouldn't usually have been a problem. The issue was my provisional driving license said "John Stevens" not "Sarah McCullough". I didn't exactly want to reveal to a couple of meat heads that I was secretly packing a cock.
"You won't, just smile at him and walk through, they virtually never check girls."
Her verbal reassurance didn't dilute my nervousness. Yeah, sure girls get an easier ride than guys, but I've definitely seen plenty of girls get asked for ID in my time, even hot ones. As I walked towards the two big men, my muscles became tighter and tighter.
"Hi guys," Abbey said. She grinned as she approached them, giving them a little wave with her hands.
"Hi ladies," the guys said, with nodding whilst staring at our bodies.
I gulped as we all scurried past them. I dared not look round.
\*\*\*\*
We got ourselves some drinks and found a table near the corner. I usually drank cider, but right then a gin and tonic seemed far more appropriate. It tasted surprisingly good.
"So tell me," Maria said, "do you like guys or girls?"
"Both," I answered, honestly.
"Have you, you know, done it with a both?"
"Yeah," I lied. As I mentioned earlier, up to that point, I'd only done it with a guy, but I couldn't face admitting that I was a virgin with girls.
"Were you the giver or receiver?" asked Abbey.
I went red.
"You were the receiver weren't you," she exclaimed. "You little fucking slut!"
The girls both laughed. I squirmed in embarrassment.
"Slutty Sarah likes taking it in the ass!" she teased.
She pressed herself against me. Her silky bare leg touched mine. Then she whispered in my ear, "Little. Submissive. Bitch."
I felt my dick begin to swell in my knickers as the combination of her body and her goading got to me.
"I'm gonna find a big strong guy to fuck you," she continued. "He'll push his dick into your slutty ass and pump you with so much fucking cum it will be coming out of your eyeballs. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I choked.
"Yeah, maybe, not tonight though. Some guys would kill me if they found out I wasn't a real girl."
"Yeah, I know, not tonight, but I bet I know someone I could ask who'd be more than willing to fuck a special girl like you."
My dick got harder and harder. I began to panic. There was a bulge starting to show in my dress. I grabbed my handbag and placed it across my lap and leaned forward to hide my erection.
Both girls could tell what was happening to me, and their grins grew ever wider.
"Oh we are going to have so much fun with you," Maria said with a laugh.
I fidgeted, trying to fill my mind with non-erotic imagery.
"You better be a good girl for us," Abbey said, "or we are just going to make you suffer all fucking night."
"I think the next drinks round is on you Sarah," Maria said.
I laughed hoping it was a joke. We'd all just bought our own drinks on the previous round. Maria and Abbey both looked at me with grins on their faces.
"We're not joking," Abbey said, running her fingertips up my bare leg.
I cock went fully rigid.
"OK, OK," I said. "Just stop teasing me, or I won't be able to stand up to do anything."
Maria bent towards me and started nibbling my ear.
"Young lady, we make the demands tonight, not you," she whispered.
Fortunately, they didn't force me to stand up until I had calmed down, but that took a good half-hour.
\*\*\*\*
Later that evening we stood in line for a club, the three of us were sandwiched between two groups of guys. The group in front seemed shy and nerdy. The group who approached behind us, however, were a bit more boisterous.
"Ladies, ladies, ladies," said a tall, well-built guy as he sauntered up to us. "Looking good!"
He grinned, his body language oozing an upbeat confidence. I looked at his arms bulging through his shirt. I couldn't help but bite my lip.
"Thanks," I said shyly, then stroked my hair.
The other girls laughed at me. "You little flirt," teased, Abbey under her breath.
I blushed.
The guy looked me up and down, then smiled, clearly liking what he saw.
"Nice dress. Give us a twirl."
He took my hand in his and expertly spun me around.
The other guys in the group cheered.
I gulped, suddenly feeling very feminine. He continued to hold my hand. My heart started beating faster.
"Why don't you introduce us to your friends?" he asked.
"OK, err... I'm Sarah," I said, "Err, this is Abbey, and this is Maria."
"Hey," Abbey and Maria replied, but they weren't looking at him, they were looking at me.
"So you're from bonnie Scotland?" the guy asked, badly mimicking a Scottish accent. "Ever tossed a caber?"
The group of guys laughed. So did the two girls.
"Oh ha-ha," I said, grinning. "Not everybody in Scotland plays the highland games."
"Only teasing, love," he said, pulling me in for an embrace. As I felt his muscular body press against mine, I felt my dick start to stir. "I know a wee girl like you isn't strong enough to toss a caber yet." his hands grasped my upper arms and compressed my flesh. "I'll just have to let you practice with mine."
Everyone laughed. I panted -- imagining myself with his stiff dick in my hands--
\--or in my mouth--
\--or in my ass.
Then I remembered myself. I took a step back and grasped my handbag in front of my crotch. I begged my dick to stop its uncomfortable ascent in my knickers. The guy looked at me quizzically, probably because of the sudden change in my reactions to him.
Abbey came to my aid.
She leaned over to the guy. "I think Sarah has just remembered that she's got a boyfriend," she said.
"Ah," he grinned, looking straight at me, "well I guess he can make the bed for us in the morning."
Then he winked. My mouth dropped. Oh Jesus, the thought of him fucking me was overwhelming. Beneath my handbag my dick strained against its lacy prison.
"Some of us, however," Abbey said, "aren't so encumbered."
"Oh really?" he said.
And Abbey began to do what she was best at: flirting. The guy seemed more than happy to engage with her.
"Thank you," I whispered into her ear as we entered the club.
She flashed me a wicked grin, "You're ours tonight, not his."
\*\*\*\*
Later that evening, the three of us girls were huddled in a secluded alcove in the club. A curved sofa ran along the wall and a little table perched in the middle. My breath was quick. I'd experienced a few new things that evening: dressing as a girl in public, being looked at and admired, being chatted up by a hot guy. I was still in a state of giddy excitement. People thought I was cute. People wanted to flirt with me. People wanted to fuck me. I needed to masturbate, or get some kind of relief. My cock was swelling at the slightest stimulation.
I sat in the middle, Abbey on one side, Maria on the other.
"OK, so I get that you like guys and girls," Abbey said, "but which do you like most?"
"I'm not sure. Both equally, I guess."
"I think you like guys more," she said. "You were totally drooling over that guy we met outside."
I took a deep breath remembering him.
"He was cute, but girls can have the same effect on me."
"What about us?" she asked. "Do we have that effect on you."
I paused, trying to find the right words. Yes, of course they fucking did. Both of them.
"I think you're both very beautiful," I said.
"Oh do you?" Abbey beamed. "Then why haven't you tried to fuck me?"
I gulped. I couldn't think of a good lie, so honesty won, at least a partial honesty.
"Oh, you'll have slept with people much better than me. I don't know if I could satisfy someone like you. I wouldn't stand out from the crowd. I know you've slept with some guys who are really good in bed."
"I haven't slept with a sissy girl," she grinned.
I looked at her as she grinned at me. Her little pink dress clung to her tight, nineteen year old body. I took a deep breath.
"I could never work you out," she continued, "you were always staring at me, especially my legs. But whenever I offered anything to you, you just turned me down. Now I see you were just a scared little bitch."
My face began to go red. Her grin didn't fade.
"Don't worry sissy girl," she said, "you don't need to know how to excite me. I know exactly how to enjoy myself when I've got someone to torment."
She swung her legs round and draped them across my lap.
"So you like my legs then?" She stared at me, biting her lip.
I gulped again, as her firm flesh pressed down on my dick.
"You... err... have very sexy legs," I stammered.
"I know," she said, beginning to rub her shapely calves directly over my crotch, "guys can't resist them."
"Abbey," I said, "don't do this, not here."
My cock began to swell. I could feel it getting harder and harder, creating a tent in my knickers and my dress.
Abbey didn't stop teasing. Her satin skin slid back and forth over my straining erection. Wave after wave of excitement flooded through me.
"Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me?"
I panted. Of course I did. All the fucking time. I nodded in embarrassment.
"Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me in all my short skirts and dresses?"
"Abbey, Jesus Christ, just stop. We're in a club!"
Abbey showed no intention of stopping. I clenched my teeth and threw my head back.
"Do you blow your load wishing you could worship my legs?" she said, clearly enjoying herself. "Are you going to blow your load right here?"
My breathing was ragged. Each little motion of her calves sent a throb of maddening pleasure through my cock. I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I could feel the pressure building, desperate for release.
"Abbey, stop it. I'm gonna cum."
"Poor girl," Abbey cooed. "Are you gonna fill your knickers with sperm?"
I was near the edge. My fists bunched. My eyes screwed closed.
"Seriously, Abbey, stop."
I was going to cum. I was seconds away from it. It was inevitable. I started to panic, trying to rise from the seat, but her legs just pinned me to the spot.
"Abbey stop! Please!" I said, panting and wheezing.
"Ok," she said with a giggle, then removed her legs.
My eyes flicked open. My jaw hung agape.
I looked at Abbey as she laughed. Then I looked at my dick straining.
I wailed in frustration. I was right on the fucking edge.
"What the fuck?" I gasped.
"I thought you wanted me to stop?"
"I did... but... oh God... I can't even think!"
My dick twitched, begging for more stimulation. It was unbearable. A little wet spot glistened on my dress where my pre-cum was leaking through.
"Hey Maria," Abbey said, "fancy going for a dance?"
"Sure," Maria said.
"Abbey... seriously... you can't leave me like this."
"Bye babe," she said with a grin. "See ya later."
I watched her as he got up and walked away: my eyes glued to her little waist, her firm ass, and her long bare legs. I whimpered in my seat, horny and alone.
\*\*\*\*
I grabbed my handbag and clutched it to my groin. Was my erection ever going to go down? I rocked back and forth in my seat, hyperventilating. I could see Abbey and Maria on the dance floor, dancing sexily next to a column supporting the ceiling. I could barely stand watching them, but my eyes couldn't look away. Their gorgeous bodies snaked and gyrated setting my hormones aflame.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave--ideally to a bed with those two girls in it. I'd do whatever they wanted. And it needed to happen that very second.
I checked that nobody was watching me, slipped my hand under my dress and tucked my dick under the elastic of my knickers. Held secure like that, I guessed that it wouldn't make such a large bulge if I stood up. I often did the same thing with my belt when wearing my usual guy-wear and it usually worked.
I stood to my feet, but kept my handbag in front of my swollen, aching cock. Then I scurried over to the girls.
"Abbey, please can we go?" I begged. "I can't stand this."
"But the night is young," she said with a grin, getting up close to me.
"Just dance with us," Maria purred in my ear.
"Please, you can do anything you like to me, we just need to go!"
"Oh, I can do anything I like to you, can I?" Abbey giggled. "I'll remember that!"
Maria pressed her tits against my back. Another dribble of pre-cum spilled from the tip of my dick.
"Maybe we want to have some fun with you here," she cooed over my shoulder.
She hooked her arms through my elbows and held tight, pinning my arms behind my back. I tried to pull away, but she was too strong. The male part of me felt the pang of humiliation that comes with being beaten in a strength competition by a girl. I could no longer reach to cover my groin with the handbag, no matter how hard I strained.
"Maria, let me go! People are going to see the bulge!" I hissed.
"Why don't you dance for him Abbey?" she suggested.
"Oh God, no!" I cried. "People are gonna see, girls, please can we just go?"
Abbey stood in front of me, then ran her hands over her thighs, then up her waist, over her firm tits, then through her blonde hair. She fixed me with the biggest grin and slunk towards me.
My body started to shake. She reached down and touched my thighs with her fingertips, then raked them upwards. I shuddered and wailed as little electric shocks of sensation fired through me.
Then she turned and rubbed her ass against my dick. Moans left my lips as she started to grind on me.
"There," she purred. "See, you're dick is all hidden under my ass."
"Abbey... I'm going to cum... let's just go home... you can do whatever you like to me there... just don't do it here!"
She continued circling her firm, nineteen year old flesh against my straining cock. I was going to cum. I knew it.
"You're my little bitch," she said, "and I can do what I want!"
Every circle of her ass sent a pulse of overwhelming bliss through my body, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh God," I cried. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God!"
She looked over her shoulder at me, staring at me with the sexiest, most evil look I had ever seen. I twisted and writhed to free myself. My muscles tensed and strained. But it was no use. Maria was too strong.
"Fucking hell!" I seethed. "I'm gonna..."
My words cut short.
I felt a surge of semen rush up my dick, then powerfully erupt from the tip. I felt big ropes of cum spurt out onto my body inside the dress. Once, twice, three times. My knees gave way and I flailed pathetically, but Maria held me firm. Abbey laughed wickedly and milked me with her ass. Seemingly endless contractions gripped my cock, eking ever more juice from my loins. My body was ruined, utterly ruined.
Eventually, Maria let me go. I stumbled, trying to retain my footing. My dress was covered in shimmering wet spots. My mind was gone. My mouth hung agape. My hands shot in front of me, once again covering my still-twitching dick with my handbag.
"Ok, we can go now," Abbey giggled.
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My dick sagged back into my knickers as Abbey and Maria led me out of the club. People gave me funny looks, but nobody made a comment. Maybe they just thought I was drunk and I'd spilled my drink--not that I was a stunned sexual wreck, coated with my own cum.
I remember little of what happened next. My heart was beating too fast. I thought I was going to pass out. I can just about recollect that we found a taxi kiosk and ordered a journey home. It was not long before we were on our way. This time, our ride was a big people-carrier, with ample room in the back. The three of us sat on that back seat - with me in the middle.
"We are going to ruin you when we get home," Abbey goaded.
I just sat there panting.
"Yeah, we're going to put something in your ass," Maria laughed. "You're going to be our whore for the evening."
They pressed their bodies against me and I started to get hard all over again. Yet again, I gripped my handbag and hid my shame. Tears leaked from my eyes. I wanted to scream.
"Please go easy," I begged. "I'm losing my fucking mind!"
"We're not going to go easy," Abbey giggled, "you said we could do anything we wanted."
\*\*\*\*
By the time we arrived in Abbey's living room, I was falling apart. They ordered me to take off my knickers. Sheepishly, I complied. Then they confiscated my handbag. Then they made me stand in front of the sofa with my hands on my head. I whimpered as I stood there, my desperate cock jutting out through the fabric of the dress. I felt the tiniest of draft of air waft through the room and snake its way up my legs, all the way to my balls.
"Don't move," Abbey ordered.
And the girls ran upstairs, leaving me trembling.
After much laughing and shrieking, they returned with a bag that appeared to be filled with equipment. I had no idea what was in it, but I was terrified. I could only imagine the wicked array of toys that someone like Abbey would possess. Were they really going to put something in my ass?
Abbey and Maria sat on the sofa in front of me. Their gorgeous bodies on full display. Dear God, I wanted to touch them, run my hands over them, fuck them. But all I could do was stand there with my erection straining towards them.
Abbey extracted a leather crop from the bag. My eyes widened.
"Get down on your hands and knees," she ordered.
"Abbey!" I exclaimed in protest.
She slapped my thigh with the crop. I yelped, then sank to the floor. My cock twitched involuntarily in submission.
"I'm horny," Abbey declared, "you've already had an orgasm, so it's a bit inconsiderate of you not to think of me."
I panted. What was she going to ask me to do?
"Have you ever licked pussy before?" she asked.
I was considering whether to lie, but I thought better of it. If my technique was woefully poor she'd soon discover my deceit.
I shook my head.
"Then I'll educate you," she said.
She hiked her dress up and parted her beautiful legs to reveal a pair of red panties. A damp spot glistened on the front. She reached down and pulled her panties down her legs, putting her wet, bald pussy on display. It was the first pussy I'd ever seen in the flesh. I could see her engorged clit; her dark-pink outer lips--swollen with excitement; her thick inner lips that shimmered with juice; and the hint of her delicious slit, beneath the folds.
I panted. Jesus Christ. Was this actually happening?
"Crawl forward little slut," she said, slapping me across my back with the crop.
I complied instantly, bringing my face towards her crotch. The smell of her pussy entered my nostrils. I almost passed out with lust. My body started to shake all over again.
"The first rule of pussy licking is that you start slow," she said.
"Now, get your head real close, and lick along the creases between my crotch and my legs."
I moved forward and traced my tongue along the crease. First on one side, then on the other.
"Mmm, nice," Abbey said.
"Now I want you to lick me slowly all along my pussy, from bottom to top."
I moved forward and licked from base to top. As my tongue moved, it became coated with her sweet primal juices. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted.
"Mmm," she groaned, "yes, just like that, good girl."
"Now push your tongue inside me, just here," she said, pointing towards her wet slit.
I pressed my tongue forward, entering her. I slowly licked around, extracting a groan of pleasure from her lips. It felt so warm, slick and velvety. I pushed my tongue in and out of her, and her breathing became quick.
"Now gently suck on my lips... please no teeth... just use your lips."
I complied, sucking her beautiful flaps of skin into my mouth, one after the other.
She wailed in pleasure. "Oh my God, yes!" she cried. "That's it!"
"Now lightly flick your tongue up and down my clit," she said, pointing to her hard little nub.
I licked and I felt her body tense. "Yes. Oh God. Just there," she moaned.
And I lapped away.
She grabbed my head and drew me closer. "Lick me slave girl. Just keep on licking me!"
She ground her crotch aggressively towards me, smearing my features with juices. I kept on licking as she rode my face. I desperately wanted to reach around and jerk my dick. I needed to get myself off, but I didn't dare do anything that would incur her wrath. I just licked and suffered in desperation.
Abbey's gyrations became harder. I could feel her body begin to tense. "Don't stop slut," she rasped. "Just keep on fucking going!"
Then her words descended into deep moans of pleasure. She was going to cum. For the first time in my life I was actually going to make a girl cum.
"Fuuccckkk!" she cried.
Then she started to shudder. I felt the contractions of pleasure hammer through her. She roared in exhilaration, but I kept on going.
"That's a good little slut!" she moaned. "Very. Good. Little. Slut."
She continued to milk the after-shocks out of herself, using my mouth and face. Then eventually, she pushed my head away, and slumped back into the sofa with a huge grin plastered over her features.
"Oh you're going to service me like that again," she said, between her panting breaths.
"That was so hot," said Maria. I'd almost forgot she was there. "Now it's my turn."
I gulped. I was going to get to taste her as well?
I stayed on the floor on my hands and knees as Maria rose to her feet, then peeled her tight jeans down her legs. I was captivated by the creamy smoothness of her skin. She pulled her knickers down too, revealing her delicate pink pussy. Lighter than Abbey's, but just as beautiful. She too was shaved and smooth.
She lay down on the floor beside me, grabbed a cushion and put it under her head.
"I like it differently," she said, "and you're gonna do me just how \*I\* want it."
I nodded.
"First of all, just crawl between my legs and do what you did to Abbey."
I shifted my body to face her, bent down, and licked along the creases between her crotch and thighs - then lapped long and slow, up and down her pussy. Maria exhaled in pleasure. Then I slipped my tongue into her wet little slit.
"Shit. That feels good!" she moaned.
Then I sucked her lips gently into my mouth.
"Good girl," she gasped. "That's right."
Then she made her next demands.
"Crawl round to the side of me," she said, "so you can lick across my pussy. Across, not up and down."
I complied, eager to do all I could to please the beautiful girl next to me. I crawled next to her, my body ninety degrees to hers.
"Use one hand to spread my lips, so you can get to my clit," she ordered.
I used the fingers of one hand and spread her gently. Her hips started to gyrate, grinding up into thin air in anticipation.
"Now slowly lick across my clit."
I licked. Then again. Then again.
"A little lower," she ordered.
I shuffled my body, then licked a little lower.
At that, she let out a groan of pleasure.
"Yeah, that's the spot. Just keep doing it right there!"
"Good girl," Abbey said, bending down towards me. "You're good at taking orders aren't you!"
I nodded as I licked.
"Now slowly slip your middle finger inside me, palm facing up," said Maria.
I took my middle finger and gently coated it in her juices for lubrication, then I gradually pushed inside her.
She trembled.
"Now as you lick, do a come-hither motion with your fingers."
I complied.
"God yes," she moaned. "Yes... that's right... keep doing that!"
As I licked and fingered her wet pussy, her breathing became ragged. I couldn't help but moan myself. My dick was about to burst. The urge to jerk was un-ignorably intense.
Maria's hips bucked into me in time with my licks.
"Yes!" she seethed. "Yes... make me cum... make me cum... bitch."
Her hand slapped down on my head and pushed me down closer.
I licked and licked and licked.
"Yes... yes... yes..." she screamed.
Her back started to arch. I sensed she was close. Her hands balled into fists.
And then she came, with her body trembling all over the floor. A little squirt of juices ejected itself from her pussy. I watched her, on my hands and knees, as my cock dripped in need between my legs.
As Maria came down from her high, Abbey resumed her goading.
"You're a good little pussy-licker now," she declared. "We're just going to use you to get off whenever we want!"
I looked up at her with pleading eyes.
"Can I cum too please?" I begged. "I'm so fucking horny..."
Abbey flashed me another one of her grins.
"Perhaps," she said. "Do you cum when you get fucked in the ass?"
My eyes widened. Oh God. Is that what they were going to do?
I nodded. Yes I had cum when I'd been fucked in the ass. I'd cum very hard. It was a feeling like no other. The thought of being fucked again made me feel dirty, submissive and insanely horny.
Abbey leaned over to her bag once more and extracted not one, but two, strap-on dildos.
"You said you'd do anything for us, remember?" she said. "This what we want."
She stood up and slid the harness up her legs and strapped it firm. A big, angry looking black dick protruded towards me. To the side of me, I saw Maria getting to her feet, grabbing the other strap-on and doing the same. Her face was plastered with post-orgasmic bliss.
Both girls looked at me with wicked, hungry eyes.
"You take her ass," Abbey said to Maria, "I want to fuck her pretty little face."
Abbey walked in front of me, knelt down and pointed her black rubber cock towards my face.
"Now I want you to suck," she ordered.
I crawled forward, opened my mouth and slid my lips around the cock. My own dick twitched, as fresh waves of arousal surged through my veins.
"Good girl," Abbey cooed. "Suck it nice and good."
My mouth slid back and forth along the shaft and my balls tightened. I was going to cum again. I just knew it.
"Now look up at me," she demanded.
My eyes strained up, and I saw Abbey's stunning face, grinning down at me. Pre-cum leaked once more from my dick.
"Lube her up, Maria."
My mouth moaned around Abbey's dick, as Maria lifted up my dress. Then I moaned even louder, as I felt the cold sliminess of the lube rub around my asshole, then right up inside my rectum.
"You are going to moan so fucking bad," Abbey exclaimed with glee. "I bet you want this though, don't you?"
I nodded, my lips still wrapped around her artificial dick.
"I want you to say it," Abbey demanded.
I slid my mouth off the dick.
"I want to be fucked," I said.
"Louder!" Abbey demanded.
"I want to be fucked!" I cried.
"Tell Maria to please take your slutty little ass!"
"Please Maria... take my slutty little ass. I need it!" I moaned.
"Go on Maria, give this whore the fucking that she wants!"
I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt the tip of Maria's shaft press against my anus.
She pushed forward slowly and the cock slid its way inside me. Tears leaked from my eyes as my asshole expanded, but my dick twitched once more as I felt the Maria's intruder ease over my prostate.
She started to thrust back and forth. At first slowly. Then faster. Waves of pain and pleasure flooded through my body. My dick strained into thin air, unbearably rigid and drooling pre-cum.
"Open your mouth," Abbey demanded.
I complied, then Abbey started to fuck my face--ramming her cock in and out of my mouth.
I grunted and moaned in utter submission.
"I think this slut likes being spit-roasted," Abbey exclaimed, "look at her fucking moaning! She likes taking two big cocks like a filthy little whore."
"Do you like this Sarah?" Maria asked from behind. "Do you like being our bitch?"
I emitted an involuntary, muffled scream as they violated me. My dick started to twitch hard and fast. It was going to explode. I clenched my fists.
"Spank her, Maria."
I squealed as a strong hand slapped down onto my ass.
"Harder," Abbey demanded.
Another smack juddered through me. My ass stung. I was about to lose it. I no longer had any control over my mind or body. Everything was sensation, all consuming, over-powering sensation.
"I think she's about to cum," Abbey said, looking down at me.
"Are you gonna cum little bitch?" Maria cried. "Are going to blow your load?"
I moaned loudly as I felt the rush. Sperm flooded along my shaft and spurted from the end. I roared in pleasure. Rope after rope of cum ejected itself onto the floor. My body spasmed and my arms and legs collapsed from under me. Maria and Abbey withdrew their cocks and I shuddered on the floor unable to move.
"Oh God, that was hot!" Abbey squealed.
"Did you enjoy that, bitch?" she continued, whilst grabbing my hair with one hand and her crop with the other.
I nodded, my muscles like jelly. My cock still pulsing in ecstasy, spurting ever smaller globs of cum from the tip--onto the floor and onto my dress. Abbey wasn't going to let me just lounge on the carpet though. She pulled my hair more firmly, dragging me back up onto my knees.
"Look at the fucking mess you've made!" she barked at me. "You've got cum all over the floor."
"Yeah..." said Maria, "someone had better clean that up."
I tried to stand, but I couldn't. Abbey slapped my thighs painfully with the crop.
"No we don't want you to mop it up with tissue," she said, "we want you to lap it up like the little cum guzzler you are!"
"Have you drank cum before?" Maria asked.
I nodded in humiliation. I'd tasted cum before. I'd had my slutty mouth filled with it.
"Then get down and lick it!" said Abbey, pushing my face down towards the copious globs of white goo.
With my face burning red, I hauled myself towards the mess and licked.
I groaned as the salty flavor filled my mouth.
"Good girl," Abbey said. "You like that don't you?"
I didn't reply. I was too mortified.
She slapped me hard on my ass with the crop. My squeal reverberated through the room.
"Answer me when I ask you something," she demanded.
"Yes," I moaned. "Yes, I like it."
"Good girl," she said smugly.
I gobbled down all the cum, then looked up at the beautiful goddesses next to me.
"So what do you say now we've done all this to you?" Maria asked, her hands on her hips.
"Thank you?" I ventured.
"Right answer," she replied.
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Hi everyone,
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Title: Star Fox : The Lounge of Lust by archetypeangel
Tags: Anal, Foreplay, Humiliation, M/M, Spooge, Training, fox mccloud
Star Fox : The Lounge of Lust By : Archetypeangel
Disclaimer - This story is a work of fan fiction and contains adult material. If you read you agree that you are ok with adult material.
Introduction
In the depths of space team Star Fox has just defeated a brutal enemy.
"Way to go team, another one of Andross' factions destroyed!", Fox Mc Cloud exclaimed. Falco said, "They were no match for our superior firepower!", over the intercom. Then Peppy O'Hare said, "You are becoming more like your father Fox.". Shortly after Slippy came on the intercom and said, "Hey, what about me?!". The rest of the team replied by saying, "Shut up Slippy!".
Shortly after team Star Fox headed back to the ship for some rest before their next battle ...
Story
Falco, Fox and Falco were relaxing in the ship's lounge and getting close to heading to bed.
"Well guys, I am bushed ... time for me to get some sleep. Good night everyone!", Slippy said. They replied, "Night Slippy.".
Slippy walked out of the lounge and proceeds to his room to sleep.
"Looks like it's just us now.", Falco said.
Then he locked the door to the lounge so Slippy wouldn't be able to bother them. Fox was sitting all alone on the couch and looked a bit nervous.
"I think I am going to head to bed too Falco.", a noticeably shaken Fox said. "Aw, what's wrong ... afraid you will like it?", Falco said arrogantly.
A few days earlier Fox and Falco were in the ship's showers and Falco made a move on Fox. They had sex that night and since then Fox has been a bit cautious of Falco.
"Come on now, you didn't complain last time .. as I recall you loved it.", Falco said.
Falco proceeded to move his hand slowly down Fox's chest and into his pants. Fox was quivering but not resisting.
"Ah, I knew it .. I knew you loved it.", Falco said while caressing Fox.
Then grasped Fox's hot, throbbing member and felt Fox jump. Fox pushed Falco's hand away and got off the couch.
"What is your problem Falco?" Fox said. He then thought, "Why am I so turned on ... I hate how Falco treats me like a bitch. Well, it did feel great last time ... what, no I will not do that again.".
Falco sat on the couch and pulled down his pants, revealing his plump, juicy cock.
"You know you want to ... it's alright, the others don't know.", Falco said while rubbing himself. Fox was unsure of what to do and said, "I, I don't know ...". "It's alright, there's nothing wrong with wanting to.", Falco said with confidence.
Fox then proceeded hesitantly over to Falco and sat next to him on the couch. He then slowly leaned down and started to suck Falco.
"That's it, I knew you couldn't resist.", Falco said with arrogance.
Falco placed his hand on Fox's head and moved him closer and closer each pass. Fox was loving having Falco's huge member inside his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue, moving up and down from top to bottom. Falco then put his hand under Fox's chin and raised his head up. Fox had spit drooling from his lips to Falco's cock.
"Now then shall we move to the next part?", Falco asks.
Falco bends Fox over on the couch and slowly pulls down his pants.
"Wa..wait Falco.", Fox whimpered. "Don't worry Fox, you will like it.", Falco replied.
Falco slowly licks Fox's ass and sees Fox's tail jump up. Fox bites down on his lip to try and keep from letting out his cries of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good Falco.", Fox yells in pleasure. "I knew you would love it Fox. Let's keep going ...", Falco said.
Falco licks his finger and slowly pushes it inside of Fox's tight and warm body.
"Uhn, Fa..Falco be gentle ...", Fox cries.
Falco then pulls his finger out and leans over to talk in Fox's ear.
"I want you to tell me that you want me.", he whispers. Fox, "I, I don't know Falco ..".
Falco straddles Fox from behind and pours lube on Fox's ass. He then grabs his member and slowly rubs it on Fox's ass.
"Tell me you want it Fox.", Falco said. "Falco ... I .. I". "Yes?". "I want it Falco, I want you inside me!", Fox yells in shame. "That's a good boy ...", Falco said.
Falco slowly pushes himself inside of Fox and feels his tight ass quiver. Fox leans down and sticks his tail straight up, submitting himself to Falco. Falco then proceeds to pump Fox's ass faster and faster.
Fox, "Falco, your dick's so big ... you're so deep.". "Tell me that you love it bitch.". "Oh Falco .. I love it!", Fox screams.
Falco grabs Fox's tail and fucks Fox harder and harder. He then pulls out and sees Fox's gaping ass. Falco sits down and looks at Fox.
"Come here ..", he says.
Fox sits up and then slowly slide down on to Falco's member. Falco begins to fuck Fox again and grabs Fox's cock.
"Want me to make you come Fox?", Falco asks.
"Yes, oh god yes.", Fox exclaims.
Falco begins to stroke Fox's cock as he pounds his ass. A short while after Falco feels Fox's ass tighten and his cock begin to quiver.
Fox, "Oh .. Fal.. Fal ... ooohhhh!".
Fox shoots his creamy spooge all over Falco's hand and his chest.
Falco, "Who fucks you the best Fox?". "You do.". "Tell me I am the only one you want to fuck you.", Falco said. Fox replied in Ecstasy, "You are the only one I want to fuck me Falco.". "Good boy", Falco said in pride.
Falco feels that he is about to cum and pulls Fox off of him.
"I want you to swallow all of this.", Falco demanded.
Fox kneels down in front of Falco and opens his mouth eagerly. Falco's cock explodes with spooge and fills Fox's mouth. Fox then swallows it all and begins to wag his tail.
"I told you, you would love it.", Falco said.
The End
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Title: Sweet Dee, Chapter 3: Realization by ZeeWeazel
Tags: Bisexual, F/F, M/F, Mild Drama, Oral, Plot Development, Threesome, Various Species
Dee moaned softly as she slid her hand over my chest. I smile, watching the sunlight move across the ceiling. From the street, I can hear the garbage truck rolling by.
Last night's rain had given way to a very nice day. Dee sighs softly as she sleeps, my hand petting her head gently.
It was finally getting warm out. I'd have the check my air conditioner, talk to my landlord about installing it into the window. I'll have to make sure Dee was at Jenny's that day.
Dee moans softly as I look down at her, seeing her open her eyes as she rest her chin on my chest. She smiles. "Good morning Daddy" she says softly.
I smile back. "Morning Dee. Sleep well?"
She giggles and nods, nuzzling my chest. "Mmm, I'm still tingling." I scratch her ears gently as she sighs, moving up and kissing my lips gently.
"Mmmm". I smile and pet her gently. "So what do you want to do today?" I ask, running my fingers though her hair.
Dee moans softly, kissing my neck as she reaches down and grabs my soft cock, rubbing gently. "I don't wanna leave this bed Daddy" she whispers lustfully.
I moan softly as I feel Dee playing with my cock, smiling as I kiss her nose gently. "I would love nothing more baby... but you know I have school."
She whines softly and lies down, burying her face in my chest. "Noooooo." She peaks up at me with one eye. "I don't like your school. It ruins my horny."
I laugh and pull Dee up, kissing her deeply. She moves her hips, grinding my crotch gently as I pet her, smiling.
"I have some time..." I whisper softly. Dee giggles and kisses me as I press my hard cock against her.
After class, I make my way home, stopping at the Farmer's Market to buy Dee some fresh vegetables. I stop and look around, feeling the warm breeze on my face.
God I love this time of year.
It's warm, everyone is coming out from their homes and stretching after a cold winter all huddled up... It feels nice.
As I'm making my way home, I stop, hearing a crash in the alley. I look down, seeing a knocked over trash can and a blur.
Damn rats in this city. I look around. I've heard they get as big as cats, but considering how big I saw Kit get... well I'd rather not mess with any rats.
Later, I sit with Jenny at her table, waiting for Dee. She'd wanted to show off her cooking skills, so we decided to have a nice dinner with friends.
Kit, dressed as a rather provocative maid girl, smiles and pours some wine for Jenny before leaving into the kitchen.
"You're wondering about the dress?" She asks, obviously seeing me staring.
I turn and chuckle. "Ok, that's kind of weird."
"I like it" she says with a shrug, sipping her drink. "I think she's cute."
"I'm not arguing. But where did you get it?"
"It's custom made. I just had to take her measurements."
"That must have cost a fortune!"
She laughs. "She's worth every cent." Kit comes back with some salads and curtsies a bit before disappearing quickly into the kitchen.
I lean in as Jenny tastes the salad. "Do you think... you know" I ask, nodding towards the kitchen.
"For Dee?"
I nod. "I'll pay of course."
She smirks. "You should try the salad. Dee did a great job."
I smile and pick up my fork, starting to eat.
After we finish eating dinner, Kit cleans up the table as Dee comes in, wearing only a chefs hat and apron as I shoot a look at Jenny who turns away innocently.
"Well" Dee asked softly. "Was everything acceptable?"
I chuckle at her modesty. "It was fantastic. I must remember to come back for more." I joked.
Jenny giggles and raises her glass. "Here, here. My compliments to the chef."
Dee giggles as the fur on her face bristles a bit, a sign that she's blushing. "Well" she hesitates a moment and glances at me. "Kit says a chef who does a good job gets a nice tip."
"Oh does she?" I glance at Kit who giggles and hides beside Jenny. "Well, maybe you should ask Jenny for a tip first."
"Ok" Jenny says quickly. "Dee, take Matt home, and fuck some sense into him."
My jaw drops as Kit hides her face, laughing hysterically. Dee's fur bristles more as she looks away, playing with her apron.
I shake my head and glare at Jenny. "If you want us to leave you and Kit to whatever game you have, you just gotta say so."
Jenny just smiles. "We were going to anyways." Kit squeaks in surprise as Jenny's hand moves under her small skirt. "We just wanted to remain civil right Kit?"
Kit looks down, blushing a bit as her breathing increases. "Yes mistress" she says softly.
Jenny licks her lips. "Unless you want to watch?" She looks at me as I gulp.
I stand before my erection can become evident and walk to Dee. "Then we'd better go. Come on Dee." I say softly as she nods, unable to take her eyes off Jenny and Kit as Kit whimpers softly.
"Dee." I scold. "Come on."
Dee nods and takes my arm as we leave quickly, hearing Kit squeal in pleasured surprises as we hurry down the hall to my apartment.
As soon as I close the door Dee grabs me, pressing me to the door and kisses me deeply. "Mm!" is all I manage, touching her sides gently. She coos and breaks the kiss, nuzzling my neck as she pants softly.
"Ohh Daddy" she whispers. "I'm sorry. I can't help it. Kit wouldn't stop."
Kit wouldn't stop? I pause, holding Dee as she whines softly, trying to undo my pants. I grab her hands. "What did you mean by that?"
Dee moans and licks my chin gently. "I don't know. Please Daddy..."
I hold her gently. "No, really Dee." She whines softly and stops, panting a bit as she looks up at me. "What do you mean Kit wouldn't stop?"
Dee sighs, running her hand under my shirt. "While I was making dinner.... Kit kept teasing me."
Dee pulls my shirt up, kissing my chest. I chuckle a bit. "Wait, Kit was touching you?"
"Mmhm." She says softly, tugging my shirt off. "I think she really liked the maid skirt Miss Jenny gave her. She kept saying how naughty she felt."
"Ohh damn" I say softly. Dee giggles and undoes my belt.
"Mmm, Daddy. You got so hard." She leans in, kissing my ear gently. "Does the thought of me and Kit playing turn you on?" she whispers.
Damn, I hate how perceptive she is.
She giggles and slides her hand into my pants, grabbing my cock and pulling me though the living room. "I bet if I tell you more I can get you to cum."
I groan. "Dee, you keep rubbing me like that and I'll cum."
Dee smiles and squeezes my cock gently as we enter the bedroom. She climbs onto the bed backwards and pulls my pants down, kissing down my front gently. "Well I don't want that yet" she coos. She rubs my cock gently and leans in, kissing the head gently. "Actually, Kit mentioned she was curious as to how big you are."
I groan. Dee giggles and looks up. "I just felt your cock swell a bit." She kisses gently down the shaft. "Mmmm, I bet you'd like to hear what Kit did to me tonight. I'm surprise you didn't hear us over dinner."
Well shit, now I need to know what happened. "Ok Dee. You win. I gotta know what happened." I touch her head gently as she smiles.
"Well..." Dee moans softly as she glances up at me. "It started after Kit had given you the salads." She blushes a bit as she moves up. "I was in my apron, and as Kit came in, she pinched my butt."
"Awww, no way" I say softly as Dee giggles, kissing my chin.
"Mmhm" She says softly, kissing along my neck as she presses her body to mine. "I'm surprised you didn't hear me." She kisses along my jaw and coos as I touch her back. "So, while we were in there, I was trying to cook, but Kit kept touching me" she whispers, her breathing growing heavy as she tells her story.
"Alright..." I say softly, sliding my hand to her butt and cupping her, pulling her hips to mind as she squeaks softly. "So, what else did that cat do to my baby girl?"
Dee coos as her fur bristles, looking down. "Well she wouldn't stop. And while I was standing there, she just kept rubbing my butt and my legs..." She moans softly as I squeeze her butt, shifting a bit as she kisses my ear. "I told her I needed to focus, so... she st-tartered.." she stops short and whimpers as I touch under the base of her tail..
I chuckle. "You needed to focus..."
She huffs and whimpers. "Instead of stopping, she starts rubbing my p-pussy" she stammered a bit, biting her lip as she presses back, pushing her butt to my hand as I scratch gently. "Ahmm... She... Kit... she came up behind me... mmm." Dee licks her lips and nuzzles my neck. "She started playing with me. S-she was rubbing my pussy... and playing with my br-r-reast..."
"Mmm." I kiss Dee's shoulder, sliding my hand along her butt and touching her slit as she moans louder.
She pants softly as her fingers scratch at my back. "Oh Daddy... Mmm... Kit... Kit played with me... She made me c-cum... But..." She looks into my eyes, licking her lips as she pants softly "It's still not as good as you"
I moan softly and lean in, kissing Dee deeply as I lay her back. Dee moans and kisses back, arching her back as she wiggles a bit under me.
"Oh god" she whimpers, kissing and nuzzling my neck. "I'm so hot daddy! I need you inside me."
Groaning, filled with animal lust, I spread Dee's legs and grip my cock as she whimpers. "Ohh yes Daddy." I lean in, letting my cock slide in as I lay down, hilting myself inside Dee as she gasps softly. "Ohhh that's it.... That feeeels incredible."
I groan and kiss Dee deeply, moving my hips as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy. I press my body to hers as I thrust harder, the sounds of our lovemaking filling the room as Dee bounces against me. She wraps her legs around me, pulling my close as she nuzzles my neck, nipping gently.
"Ohh shit Dee... mmmm." I kiss her chest gently as she squeaks. I groan louder as I hold Dee close, feeling her trembling as she nears orgasm.
Dee let out a squeak with each thrust. "Oh Daddy! I'm cumming!" she cries out into my ear, gripping her close as I bury my cock inside her.
"Mmm, Dee" I pant out as my cock swells, spraying my warm seed into Dee. I stop and lay down, feeling Dee panting underneath me.
Dee smiles and kisses my neck. "Ohhh Daddy, I can feel your cock shooting cum into me" she whispers.
I groan. I didn't just cum in her did I? I push myself up as Dee coos, squeezing her pussy around my cock as I groan softly.
"Ohhh no.. Dee I'm sorry I should have pulled out I was just so into it..." I stammer out quickly.
Dee giggles softly and kisses my nose. "It's ok Daddy" she says softly. "I've wanted this for so long." She sighs softly and pulls me back down, nipping my ear.
"Well... I suppose once is alright... Since you're not in heat."
Dee murrs softly and sucks on my earlobe, moving her hips a bit as we start fucking once again.
I spent the next few days a little anxious. Damn schools and parents, the shove the idea that if you make one mistake during sex you'll pay for it the rest of your life. I know the odds, and I know that since Dee enters heat, she most likely isn't fertile the rest of the month.
Still... it's hard to ignore things like that. Dee certainly wasn't worried. If anything, my cumming inside her reinvigorated her passion. She kept saying how good it felt...
I'm sure I'm missing something.
Thankfully, as a mixed blessing, Dee came into heat about a week about she'd first told me the story of Kit and her playing. As I was coming home I couldn't help but smile. I was curious as to see how Dee would behave in heat if Kit was making a move.
I knock on Jenny's door as it's opened and a flash of fur pounces me. I hit the floor with a thud and groan.
"Dee.... Ow..."
"Not Dee."
I look up as Kit giggles. "You took your time."
I blink. "Do I even want to know why you pounced me?"
"Dee's tied up." She jumps up and grabs my arms, pulling me up." Come on, hurry."
"Ow. Hey!" She drags me inside as I try to keep my footing.
"Come on" she urged. She knocks the door open and pulls me in as I stumble forward.
I turn and look at Kit. "Damn it Kit would you cool it! What is the big rush?" She points as the bed as I turn, seeing Dee tied spread eagle and whimpering softly. "Dee!" I move over and start to untie her arms.
"Ooohh Daddy... No, no" Dee panted out softly.
"She asked me to tie her up" Kit said softly, moving towards me as she runs her hand along Dee's thigh. Dee shivers and moans softly, lifting her hips to Kits touch as I look between them.
"She asked you?" I look at Dee. "Why?"
"It feels nice Daddy" she said softly, biting her lip as she looks up at me.
"She's been waiting for you all day. She's been going at it all day."
"I was wearing Kit out" Dee said proudly. Kit glares at her as Dee giggles and shifts, rubbing her legs together as best she can. "I wanted to wait for you Daddy."
I touch Dee's hair softly as she coos, trying to nuzzle me. From behind, kit grabs my shirt and starts trying to undress me. "Come on. Mistress says this is every man's fantasy."
I chuckle as Kit strips me quickly, pressing up to my back as Dee looks on longingly. Kit slides her hand down my stomach and touches my swelling cock though my boxers as I groan.
"Now, I want to see why Dee's always wanting you" Kit says softly, nipping at my ear. She starts rubbing my cock though my boxers as I groan.
"Damn Kit.... That's nice..." I groan as she slides her hand into my boxers and grabs my cock. "Where the hell did you learn all this?"
She giggles softly. "Mistress likes to watch movies with me. Usually it's just girls, but sometimes they have a guy."
I groan as Kit jerks me off slowly. I knew Kit had changed Jenny, but I didn't think it was that much.
I'm brought back to reality as Kit squeezes my cock gently, cooing into my ear as Dee whimpers from the bed. She strains against her bonds as Kit giggles, looking over my shoulder down at her.
"Ohhh, does Dee wanna play too" Kit teased gently, pulling my boxers down to expose my cock. Dee squeaks and nods as Kit rubs my cock harder, kissing my shoulder. "Mmm, I can feel now why Dee likes you so much." She giggles softly and smirks down at Dee. "He is big."
Dee whines softly and tries to move towards the edge of the bed. She looks up at me with pleading eyes as she licks her lips.
"Oohhh Kit... don't tease me!" she pants out softly. "Please Daddy.... it's too much... I'm so hot right now." She arches her back and pants softly.
Kit giggles and pulls away, moving to the edge of the bed and runs her hand along Dee's leg. Dee gasps and lifts her hips. Kit cups her pussy and giggles.
"Kit, stop teasing." I say softly.
Kit turns and glances at me. "What?"
"Stop teasing her." I say softly, touching Dee's hair gently as she coos.
"Daddy..." Dee whispers. "Please touch me." I smirk at Kit and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning in and kissing Dee's chest gently. She squeaks and arches her back as Kit sits back, watching.
I slid my hand down and rubs Dee's hips gently as I start licking and sucking on her soft breast, enticing soft moans and squeaks from her. Before long I start rubbing her crotch, my finger moving along her slit, her hips rising and falling with each stroke. "Ohhh yesss! Daddy!" Dee whispers.
I smile and bite gently onto Dee's nipple as she squeaks loudly. I chuckle and glance at Kit, her hand buried between her legs as she watches Dee and I.
I turn back and smile at Dee before I start kissing her cleavage as she gasps softly. She starts to coo and giggle softly as I continue to play with her crotch and breast.
"Ohhh Daddy... I can't take it anymore... Please...."
I nibble Dee's breast gently as I reach up and pull down on the rope, letting her hand free as she quickly unties her other, sitting up and moving towards me. She cups my head and starts kissing me passionately as I kiss back.
Groaning, I undo the ropes on her legs, setting her free as she sighs softly. "Mmmm" Her eyes meet mine, glistening with lust before she pounces me, straddling my waist.
She growls softly and leans down, licking my neck as she holds my shoulders with one hand as she grabs my cock with the other. With a soft sigh she slips my cock into her warm folds, shivering slightly. I slid my hands along her sides and legs as she moans, kissing my cheeks softly.
Wish a soft moan Dee sits up, her hips shifting as I feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I groan and smile up at her, rubbing her hips as she smiles back.
"Mmmmm" She moans softly as she starts to move. I groan, pulling on her hips as my cock slides in and out with each gentle thrust.
"Ohhhhh fuck Daddy" Dee whimpers. She slides her hands onto my chest as she leans forward, lifting and thrusting her hips harder on my cock. I groan at the increase as I feel Dee's pussy milking my cock harder.
From behind, a soft yelp fills the room. Dee and I both look over as Kit tenses up, leaning against the headboard. She cries out as Dee giggles softly.
"Oooo, Kit's cumming just from watching us..." Dee says softly. I chuckle, watching Kit's fingers digging at her pussy as she pants softly, trying to recover from her orgasm.
Dee sighs softly as she starts moving her hips forcefully again, thrusting onto my cock as I groan. I quickly focus back onto her as I reach up and start playing with her breast, pinches her nipples as she squeaks.
"Ohhh yessss" she hisses out, bucking against my cock like an animal as I slide my hands around to her back, pulling Dee down and kissing her deeply. Our tongues play over each others as I scratch along Dee's spine gently. She arches her back and groans, her hips rising and falling quickly as she breaks the kiss, panting. I kiss along Dee's neck as she moans, gripping the sheets on the bed.
Gently, I start caressing her soft butt as she whimpers. I rub gently, my hands moving with each thrust as Dee pants into my ear.
"Mmmm, Daddy.... Oooooo I'm close..."
I smile and nibble her ear as she coos softly. I feel her tense up suddenly with a loud squeak as I lay back.
"Dee?" I ask, a little worried.
She bites her lip, her eyes closes tightly as she arches her back. I look down, hearing Kit giggle softly.
Behind Dee, Kit kneels, her paws touching my hands as she caress Dee's butt. Kit leans in and licks along Dee's butt crack as Dee moans loudly, trembling in my arms.
I start lifting my hips, fucking Dee forcefully as she cries out. Kit moans softly and starts licking as Dee's ass and pussy, occasionally running her rough tongue over my cock as I grunt.
Dee and I move faster, both of us approaching orgasm quickly as Kit licks gently at Dee's crotch. I groan and buck against Dee as she claws gently at the bed, moaning into my ear.
"Ohhh! Ooooo fuck..... Ohh Daddy" She nibbles at my neck passionately as she whimpers. "I'm going to cum.... Please..." she begged softly. "Make me cum!"
I groan and buck against her harder as she tenses up. I rub her back gently and arch into her, burying my cock into her as she cries out. I feel her tense up as she starts cumming, feeling her hot pussy grow even hotter.
I grunt, feeling my own orgasm close as Dee gasps and coos. "Yess! Cum inside me Daddy! Mmmmm f-f-fuck me!"
I groan and buck harder against Dee, feeling her grinding her crotch to mine. "Mmm, I'm close Dee" I pant out. I arch by back and lift my hips as she moans loudly.
I feel my cock swell as Kit sits up, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock and pulling me out of Dee's pussy as she cries out in protest. "Kit!" I groan softly as I feel Kit take the head of my cock into her mouth, licking gently.
Dee turns, whines softly as I bite my lip, pumping my cum into Kit's mouth as she moans softly. She starts rubbing my sac gently, urging more out as I lay back, panting softly.
Dee whines and grinds her hips along the length of my cock. "Ohhhhh Kit you bitch" she said, panting softly. "You stole my cum!"
Kit licks her lips and leans back. "Mmmmmm, not bad." Dee pouts and looks down at me as I chuckle, still a little drained from the sensations. "Mistress still tastes better" she said softly, sitting back and bringing her knees to her chest.
"Damn it" she whimpers softly, reaching down and touching her pussy gently. "Please Daddy... will you fuck me again?"
I nod and groan. "I Will Dee. I'm going to fuck you." She smiles down at me as Kit kisses my crotch gently.
"Will you fuck me too?" Kit asks softly.
I chuckle and look down at her as Dee turns. "I don't know Kit, I think Jenny might get mad."
Kit giggles and rubs my cock gently. "Mistress doesn't have to know."
Dee cooes softly. I smile up at her. "What do you say Dee? You wanna watch me fuck Kit?"
Dee shakes her head and leans down, pushing Kit back with her butt. "Nooo" she whines softly. "You're mine." she pants softly, grinding her crotch against mine. "I'm s-soo horny Daddy. Kit can have you when I'm not in heat."
I smile and kiss Dee's lips gently, running my fingers though her hair. "My Sweet Dee..."
She smiles and nibbles my neck gently. "Come on... fuck me Daddy... I'm still dripping."
I groan and hold Dee's shoulders gently and slid her off, causing her to whimper softly. "I know baby girl" I kiss her nose gently. "Let me get a drink so you don't fuck me dry alright?"
I climb off the bed as Dee sighs and curls up and I go into the kitchen. I quickly dig in the cabinet for a glass and get some tap water, downing it quickly. I hate to go though Jenny's place like that, but damn... I can't fuck up now.
It's amamzing, the amount of pressure suddenly. Most guys dream of something like this... two girls... no, two beautiful girls...
I sigh and lean against the counter. It takes a lot of energy. Dee's enough of a handful, and she's horny enough... Now with Kit...
I chuckle and shake my head. I'm 22. There is no fucking way I'm not going to pull this off.
I quickly down another glass of water and take a deep breath. Back into the frying pan I think to myself.
I walk out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, freezing in my tracks as the sounds of soft moans and groans fill the room.
On the bed, Kit lays on top of Dee, licking her pussy furiously as Dee moans. Dee, underneath in the sixty-nine position, rubs at Kit's butt and buries her muzzle in Kit's crotch. I stare, watching in the door as Kit and Dee, panting and moaning and squeaking, continue their oral assaults on each other.
I sit on the edge of the bed, groaning softly as I rub my hardening cock, watching the bisexual display before me. Dee leans back and pants softly, her eyes meeting mine as she smirks, licking her lips before burying her face back in Kit's pussy, enticing louder moans from her.
I reach out, gently touching Kit's butt as she coos. Dee moans softly and nips Kit's clit as I lean in, kissing gently along Kit's soft curves. Kit leans her head back and gasps, looking back and smiling at us.
"Unless you're going to fuck me" Kit teased, moving her hips from side to side "then I wouldn't suggest teasing me."
I chuckle and sit back, looking down at Dee. She slips her fingers into Kit's pussy and giggles as Kit visibly shivers and coos softly.
"Sorry Daddy... Kit's a little full right now." Dee giggles and licks her lips. "You'll just have to fuck me again."
I chuckle and move around, spreading her legs as Kit looks up at me. "Come on Matt" she says softly, spreading Dee's glistening pussy with her fingers. I lift Dee's hips as Kit grabs my cock and guild in me.
We both moan loudly as my cock sinks into her velvet warmth. I groan softly as I feel our crotches meet, Kit moving up and kissing my chest as I hold Dee's legs. Kit kissing along my chest gently as I start thrusting in and out of Dee forcefully, causing her to squeak each time my cock disappeared inside her.
"Ohh Daddy... Yes... harder! Fuck me!" Dee cried out as I start fucking her faster. Kit smiles at me and leans down, kissing Dee's clit as she moans loudly.
Suddenly, Dee gasps and lifts her hips. I look down, seeing Kit's fingers running along Dee's butt. She chuckles softly. "Ohhh does little Dee like her ass being played with?" she teased.
Dee moans loudly. "Kit!" she said loudly, protesting. "Not in front of Daddy!" She whines and moans as I start fucking her pussy again, picking up my pace as Kit's teasing makes Dee's sexy moans even louder.
I groan and lean forward a bit, picking up my pace as Dee moans and arches her back. "Yesss! That's it Daddy.... fuck me! F-fuck me!" she cries out. I grunt and groan, humping against Dee like a madman as I feel the pressure building up inside.
"Oooo, fuck Dee. I'm close." I groan out, looking down as Kit smiles up to me.
"Wanna watch this Matt?" Kit said softly. I groan and look down as Kit holds Dee's legs up, exposing her pussy and ass, her fingertip playing over Dee's ass hole.
"Kit..." Dee panted out softly. "Please... no..."
Kit giggles softly as she slips her fingertip into Dee's ass. Dee tenses up and cries out, her pussy tensing up around my cock. "Ohh f-f-f-fuck! Ahhhhh!"
I groan and continue fucking Dee as she orgasms. I can feel her trembling as Kit holds her down against the bed. Kit coos softly as she moves her fingertip in and out of Dee's ass, Dee's hips bucking as she gasps and sighs.
I groan and slow down, humping slowly as Dee lays back, Kit pulling her finger out and leaning down, kissing Dee's clit. "Mmmm, that sounded like a good one."
Dee squeaks softly in responds as Kit sits up, straddling Dee's face as she looks down and giggles. "Come on baby... I made you cum..." A deep purr came from kit's throat as she leans forward, kissing me gently. "Now it's my turn."
"Oooo... Daddy" Dee says softly.
I start fucking Dee again, moving harder, grunting with each thrust, her soft moans muffled as she grabs Kit's ass and buries her face in Kit's crotch. Kit moans softly and breaks the kiss as she starts moving her hips, humping Dee's face.
The three of us continued our climb to orgasm as Kit started yowling loudly. I groan and pant for air as I slam into Dee's pussy, biting my lip as I try to prolong the pleasure.
I feel Dee trembling as her pussy squeezes around my cock. Kit, humping harder at Dee's mouth, pants and meows loudly. "Ohhhh gooood.... Mmmmrow!"
Kit arches forward, grinding against Dee's face as Dee moans loudly. Kit pants softly as she slows down, savoring her afterglow as Dee lays her head back and squeaks.
"Harder! Harder Daddy! I'm cumming again!" She cries out, trembling and tensing as I rub her leg. She arches her back and gasps out, her pussy tensing up again as I grind my crotch to her.
Kit slips off Dee's face and slides next to her, both of them panting softly as Dee turns her head, kissing Kit's cheek gently. I pick up my pace once again, slamming into Dee's tight pussy. Kit and Dee kiss and moan softly, Kit emitting a deep purr from her throat as I groan loudly.
"Mmm shit... I'm going to cum." I quickly pull out of Dee's pussy as she whimpers softly. I move next to the two girls, gripping my cock as they both coo softly.
Kit and Dee both take a hold of my cock as Kit starts sucking on the head. Dee jerks my shaft gently as I groan and smile. Dee kisses and nibbles Kit's neck before Kit stops sucking, passing my cock to Dee as Dee quickly swallows as much of my cock in her mouth as she can.
"Mmm, here it comes!" I cry out, feeling the pressure explode from inside. Kit and Dee moan out as my cock pulsates, shooting my cum out across their faces as Dee squeaks in surprise. Kit quickly leans in, sucking gently as I shoot another stream of cum into her mouth.
Kit's sighs and leans back as Dee sits up and kisses along my cock, my cum dripping onto her cheek as she moans softly. Both girls start kissing and licking my cock and balls as I groan, touching Dee's head gently as she coos.
Fucking beautiful, I think to myself.
Kit moans softly and starts licking Dee's neck, cleaning my cum off her as Dee squeaks and moans softly. Dee moans softly and kisses Kit's lips gently, moaning at the taste before, leaning in and cleaning my cum of Kit's face.
Ok... NOW, it's fucking beautiful.
I sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing Dee's crotch gently as the two girls absentmindedly make out with each other, Dee nuzzeling Kit as Kit purrs loudly.
"What the fuck?!"
All three of us look up, starlted, seeing Jenny standing in the doorway.
"Jenny?!" I cry out, quickly looking around for my clothes.
Dee squeaks loudly and grabs the sheets, covering herself.
"What the hell is going on?!" Jenny demanded, stepping up to me as I desperately tried to get my pants on.
"Now wait a minute, I can explain" I protested, falling back on the bed as I grab my pants.
"You were sleeping with Kit! Matt... Get the fuck out!" She cried out, pointing to the door.
"Kit dragged me into this!" I said, trying to calm her down.
"Yeah, I'm sure you were protesting everything!"
"No, Jenny, it's not like that..."
"No, Matt, get the fuck out of my apartment!"
I grab Dee and my shirt as we both hurry out of the apartment.
Seconds later I lock the door behind me as Dee giggles, leaning against the wall. We both pant softly as she looks at me.
"That was fun" She says softly.
"Jenny is beyond pissed." I look down, wondering if I had been thinking with the wrong head again.
Dee steps up, leaning in as she smiles. "It'll be alright Daddy." Her hand touches my side gently as our eyes meet. "Jenny won't be mad long." She lean in closer and slides her hands into mine. "She's probably mad Kit got to your first."
I chuckle, despite myself. Dee smiles up at me as I move in, kissing her deeply. I move my hands to her hips, pulling Dee closer as she moans softly.
"Daddy" she whispers, nipping my ear gently. "I'm still horny."
The next morning Dee nuzzles my neck as I run my hand along her side. I can feel her soft fur under my hand as I pet her gently.
Dee sighs gently as her eyes flutter open. She smiles and nuzzles up to my neck, kissing softly. "Good morning Daddy" she says softly.
"Morning baby" I whisper back, kissing her forehead. "You sleep well?"
She nods and slide on top of me, kissing my lips gently. "I always sleep well after you fuck me raw." She giggles softly as she sits up, straddling my stomach. "Mmmm, I'm still tingling."
I chuckle and sit up with her, kissing her chest softly as my hand scratches along her spine. "Hmmm, come on. Let's get some breakfast."
Dee giggles softly and slides back, slipping off the bed and brushing her fur a bit. I lean over, pinching her butt gently as she squeaks. "Daddy!" She giggles and leans in, kissing me gently.
A loud knock at the door turns me away from the breakfast Dee had made. I glance at her as she shrugs a bit, before I stand, opening the door.
Jenny stands there, dressed for work as I step back. "Hi Jenny." I suddenly realize I'm only in my boxers as I look away. "Let me get a shirt."
"I've already seen more Matt, let me say what I came to say."
I stand, looking at Jenny as she sighs. "I don't know what possessed you to try and have sex with Kit..."
"It was her." I protested quietly, looking away. "She dragged me in."
"She mentioned that, but that still doesn't make it ok."
I tilt my head. "I don't..."
Jenny holds her hands up. "Don't.... just..." She sighs. "I don't know why I'm trying to make this point. You just don't get it."
"Jenny I'm sorry. I didn't know. You never said anything before."
"I should have had to!" She snapped at me. "I shouldn't have had to Matt."
She turns and starts to walk as I lean against the door. She stops suddenly and turns. "What if you had found me in bed with Dee and Kit... what would you have felt?"
She didn't let me answer. She walked away before I could think.
I close the door and sit down, looking at Dee as she smiles.
The days continued to pass quietly as I spent a lot of my time dwelling on Jenny's question. If I had found her with Dee, what would I have said? What would I have done?
I know what my first impulse was. Hell yes, as long as you let me watch. Better yet, let me join. But Jenny is at least ten years older. I mean, she attractive...
I wouldn't mind Jenny if she'd been in bed with Dee. Jenny's our friend... I know she's a lesbian... or, at least she bisexual. I think.... With Kit...
A few days later I sat in the park, watching people jogging or going past. It's one hell of a situation. My neighbor hates me for sleeping with her cat...
Fuck man....
Finally, it hits me. It wasn't the fact that I slept with Kit, it was the fact Kit had slept with me.
It wasn't a question weather or not Jenny or I sleep with Dee or Kit or any combination there in... but it's just the fact that Kit, someone Jenny loved, was sleeping with someone else.
What if I had found Dee in bed with some other guy... What would I have done? I'd have thrown him out the fucking window.
I sigh and lean forward on the bench. So this is how Jenny has felt. Fuck me.... That was terrible.
I quickly jump off the bench and hurry home. Well, after a quick stop at the liquor store. I get Jenny a bottle of wine, the only thing I can guess would make a nice peace offering.
I hurry though my building, grabbing Dee out of the apartment. "Daddy? What are you doing?"
"I'm making peace with Jenny. Come on." I knock on Jenny's door as Kit answers. She sees me and looks down at the ground, her ears laying back against her head.
"Hi Matt, hi Dee' She says softly.
"Jesus Kit what's wrong with you" I say softly. "What if that wasn't us?"
"Sorry" she whispers.
"Whatever, where's Jenny?"
From the next room, Jenny calls out. "Let them in Kit."
I step past as Kit closes the door, Dee moving next to her and nuzzling her neck. I stop, seeing Jenny sitting on her couch. "What do you want Matt?"
"What you said, about Kit..." I sigh, putting the bottle of wine on the table. "I understand how you feel..."
"You have no idea how I feel."
"No I do I do... It's exactly how I would feel if I found Dee with some other guy. I'd have gone insane..." I look at the ground, taking a deep breath. "I've done some stupid shit in my life, but this is something.... This was the worst."
Jenny glares at me. "Did you enjoy it?"
I look up, surprised. "Jenny..." I sigh, knowing I had to say the truth. "It was incredible."
She sighs, taking a minute. Time seems to drag as I wait for something.
"Would you do it again?"
I stop. There was no way that was an offer. "No..." I say, looking at Jenny. "I have Dee..."
"So you wouldn't fuck Kit again?"
I shift a bit. This could go bad very quickly. "Not without you knowing." I say softly. "Because if you did the same with Dee..."
From behind, I hear Kit and Dee. I turn, seeing them both peaking around the wall. Dee's eyes shining as she watches me.
I turn to Jenny. "Dee's my baby. I.... I don't know..." Dee walks behind me, hugging me tightly as I wrap my arm around her and hold her close. "I'm sorry Jenny. I didn't think. Kit's your baby..."
Dee and I hug gently for a moment as Jenny stands. Kit walks over worldlessly and nuzzle Jenny.
"It's not ok, you do know that?" Jenny asks.
"I know. But it won't ever happen. Kit's your baby, but I don't want anything to hurt her." I kiss Dee's forehead gently.
Jenny nods. "Kit, can you get us a couple glasses from the kitchen?"
Kit nods and smiles brightly. "Yes Mistress." She scurries off to the kitchen as I smile. Dee quickly lets go of me and pounces Jenny.
"Thank you Jenny." I say softly, walking over and hugging her gently.
"We've got the two most exotic creatures in the world. We have to watch out for them" She says softly.
I smile and nod, looking at Dee. She has no idea.
Later that night, Dee and I lay curled up on the couch, watching the television. Dee lies with her head on my chest and I play with her hair. She sighs softly and tilts her head up, kissing my chin. I chuckle and scratch her ears as she squeaks gently.
"Did you like playing with Kit and I?" she asked softly.
"Yes... I did... but I'm glad we won't do it again."
Dee sighs softly, almost disappointed. "It did feel good though."
I chuckle and kiss her forehead. "Don't worry baby. I'll make sure you keep cumming."
She giggles and nuzzles my chest, as we turn to the TV. "Oh I hate this show." She grabs the remote. "Ohh Daddy can we buy a movie tonight?"
"Come on Dee, you know I can't afford that." I look down at her as she stops and stares. I quickly turn, focusing on the television. "Holy shit..." I whisper.
On CNN, a police had circled something odd in downtown San Francisco. It looks like a raccoon, only... human.
"Daddy..." Dee whispers. I squeeze her tightly, feeling her fur against my skin as goose-bumps form on my skin.
To Be Continued...
All characters Property of JK, 2006.
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Title: Max Hardman: Porn Star Pt. 04
Tags: porn star, blowjob, doggy style, creampie, outdoors
4: THE SHOOT
"You have got to be shitting me." was all that Tony could muster. The man on the other end of the phone, some pencil pusher from the radio station, had just told Tony that he'd won the contest and was going to star in a porn shoot.
Tony didn't know how to feel, he wasn't even sure that he wanted to be in a porn film. He had a great sex drive, sure, but he'd always preferred something romantic and intimate.
"Son, are you still there?"
He shakes himself out of his reverie, "Yeah, yeah I'm here." "Okay, get a pen."
Tony fumbles through the stuff on his terribly messy desk and manages to locate a pencil and a scrap of paper.
"Okay."
"It's an outdoor shoot and the meet-up spot is going to be at the Fast Track truck stop where Highway 640 meets Dunnigan Lane in Milton. The time is 8:00am this Saturday. Your contact is the director, Michael O'Sullivan. Good luck kid, wish it was me, haha!" ,and with that the line went dead.
Over the next four days Tony tried to prepare himself but he really had no idea as to how to prepare. His first thought was to lift the weights that had been sitting in the corner of his bedroom and acting as a stop to hold the bathroom door open since he first moved in. He didn't want to look too badly out of shape. Secondly he contemplated on whether or not he should masturbate in the meantime. On one hand if he didn't masturbate and saved up all of that sexual energy he'd be able to go as many times as they needed him to. On the other hand maybe he should masturbate as much as possible so that he won't be likely to cum too quick. In the end he decided upon masturbating twice a day but only letting himself ejaculate once per day. In the meantime he'd watch lots of porn and try to stay aroused as much as possible.
His friends were immensely jealous but to be honest Tony had butterflies in his stomach about the whole thing. He thought about what his parents, his mom especially, would think. He thought about how girls at school would react to him after the news got out. Obviously he'd probably get a lot of skanky pussy thrown his way due to the notoriety but on the other hand many of the decent girls probably wouldn't have a thing to do with him.
Several times he felt like calling it off but the only person he'd spoken too was the guy at the radio station. After some internal debate he decided he'd go and do it, he'd have fun and get a free nut out of it and if he didn't like it he'd never do it again.
The night before the shoot his friends wanted to take him out drinking to celebrate, more likely he thought they wanted him to be hung over and not do so well so he declined. Instead he turned in early and was asleep before 9:00pm. His rest didn't last though, he ended up having an incredibly sexy dream about Raquel and woke up to the familiar feeling of ejaculation. For the first time in probably ten years he'd had a fucking wet dream.
"Are you fucking serious?" he said to himself as he stood up and removed his boxers. He tossed them into the hamper in the bathroom and put on a clean pair before returning to bed. It was useless though, now he was wide awake and thinking about what the morning would bring. On top of that he was now worried that he'd used up some of his "mojo" on that damned dream. He wanted to be a fucking stallion tomorrow, he wanted to go in there and show those porn guys how to do it. Oh well, at least he probably wouldn't bust a nut the second he stuck his dick into a hot porn starlet.
He managed to doze off for another hour or so but ended up waking up for good at 5:00am. He took a nice long shower and made sure to trim up his pubes and do a few other important grooming tasks.
At 7:30 he grabbed his coat and walked out of the door. He had a brief scare when his van nearly didn't start but eventually it did. He was at the truck stop ten minutes early and was sitting at a table sipping on a coffee when a black SUV pulled up. Out of it stepped a tanned blonde-haired girl with the highest heals he'd ever seen. Out of the driver's side door stepped a frumpy looking short little middle aged man with a mustache and some visible chest hair protruding from his half-buttoned Hawaiian shirt.
"Bingo." he muttered to himself.
The girl was attractive, pretty face at least and a nice shape but way too fake for his liking. A couple of other guys got out of the truck along with a cute little brunette with shoulder length hair.
Tony walked outside and introduced himself. They explained that they'd be doing the shoot at a secluded creek nearby and were going to be having the big blonde guy, Darrell, fuck the blonde girl first. He was a real porn star and was going to bang the hell out of her. Then they were going to introduce the "newbie" and see how well he did with a porn starlet. Tony's ears especially perked up when they explained that the cute little brunette was the on-set "fluffer" and would be giving him head while Darrell was working on Felicia, the starlet.
Not really knowing what to say Tony simply locked up his van and jumped into the SUV with them. The back area was loaded with camera equipment of all sorts and the seating was tight but he didn't really mind since he got to sit between the two girls while one of the guys pulled out a camera and interviewed him.
"So this is your first time doing anything like this right?" the interviewer asked him.
"Yes." he knew that he was coming across as visibly nervous, "Should be fun though right?" he gave a cocky smile to both girls and tried to replace his tension with bravado.
"Do you think you can fuck Felicia here as well as the professional?"
Without missing a beat Tony looks directly into the camera and brags, "I'm not a pro, but she's definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow."
From the front seat the director chuckles.
"So you're pretty confident then?"
Again without missing a beat, "I'm confident that if Felicia here can take what I've got to give her she's going to have a good time."
"Haha!" the director laughs, "I fucking love this guy, you got balls man!"
Tony finds himself suddenly filled with confidence.
"I'll tell you what, why don't we get a little behind the scenes footage and have Felicia suck my dick right now?"
He looks over at Felicia and she nods her head in approval. The director just chuckles again and tells the cameraman to get everything.
She unzips Tony's pants and pulls free his flaccid penis. Thus far his nerves have kept him from getting an erection. To counteract any perceived smallness in the size of his penis he pushes the camera up to his face and looks directly into the lens, "Don't worry, it gets a lot bigger." he smiles and winks into the camera.
Felicia pulls back his foreskin with her dainty little hands and bends over and starts to lick the head. Almost instantly it begins to grow in size. "Put it in your mouth." Tony tells her.
She complies and begins sucking up and down on the rapidly growing shaft. Before long Tony is confident that he's reached his full size. Felicia isn't the type of girl that normally does it for him and to be brutally honest she isn't doing a stellar job of sucking his cock but still his dick is in a girls mouth and being sucked on.
"Fuck, it's really fat." Felicia commented as she came up to put her hair into a ponytail.
She continued sucking his dick until they arrive at the filming location. Upon arrival she promptly stopped and got out of the car. Oh well, it's not like it even felt that great. Dick in hand Tony looked over at the little brunette next to him and smiled. He can't wait to see what she can do. Just as the camera turns off and everyone else begins to step out the little brunette leans over and gives his cock a nice big slurp. She sucks from the top to the bottom, all the while making a swirling motion with her tongue, before coming up, giving a smile, and exiting the SUV herself.
The location was a white sandy beach along a slow moving, but wide, stream. The water is very shallow and completely clear. The director and one of the other guys set to work pulling lights, cameras and all other sorts of gear out of the truck.
About thirty minutes later they were ready to go. Tony had spent most of that time sitting in the sand talking to the little "fluffer" girl. Her name was Brittany and she was also a porn starlet but she only did girl-girl scenes. She said that she was doing the fluffer bit today as a favor to the director, only because she loved sucking dick and it wasn't on camera.
About five minutes before they were ready to go she had gotten up and gone over to Darrell to start fluffing him. Tony really liked her technique and couldn't wait until he had a proper turn. They had Felicia get into the water in nothing but a torn white t-shirt and shot some photos of her while Darrell was getting hard.
The camera guy tossed Felicia a little bottle of lube and she proceeded to get her pussy nice and slippery with it. They then called in the male talent. Darrell started off by getting on top of Felicia missionary style on a sand bar. Tony was busy watching them fuck and didn't even notice Brittany walk up to him.
"Clothes off mister." she smiled.
Startled back into reality Tony quickly did as she had asked. As soon as his pants hit the sand Brittany kneeled in front of him and pulled off her shirt and bra. She had some nice perky little tits.
"You like my tits huh?" she asks Tony as he began to remove his shirt. He simply shakes his head in approval. She scoots herself closer and grabs hold of his cock. She goes in for another quick slurp like she did in the truck just to get it nice and wet and then plops it down between her tits.
"Titty fuck me while you watch." she motions toward the action in the stream.
"Yes ma'am." he smiles at her.
He thrusted his dick between her cute little tits for several minutes while Darrell was still taking Felicia missionary style. Tony could vaguely hear Darrell's grunts and Felicia's fake sounding pleasure moans. Hot a hot little brunette like Brittany not been playing with his dick it likely would have gone soft.
Brittany occasionally would grasp his penis and perform another one of her wonderful "slurp" maneuvers on it just to keep things fresh. Eventually she switched it up and started nibbling and licking on his balls while jerking his dick with her hand. All the while he kept watching as the cameraman moved around trying to get good angles of the action in the stream. Darrell and Felicia had already switched positions twice and at least ten or fifteen minutes had passed. Watching Darrell pound Felicia's well used twat doggy style he kept thinking about how he planned to just plow her as hard as he possibly could. Suddenly Brittany grabbed hold of his dick with both of her small hands and began to suck as hard as she could. It was amazing. Tony's knees nearly went weak and after about thirty second he had to remind himself that he wasn't here for a blowjob. It was one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had and his balls began to tighten.
"Stop!" he urged Brittany.
She went down for one more huge slurp before letting his cock pop free from her lips. It stood there, hard as could be, right above her cute little face. Suddenly a single shot of cum erupted from it and onto her smooth pale skin. Tony squeezed down and prevented his orgasm from going any further.
"Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you pop." she glanced over at her director to make sure he hadn't noticed.
"It's ok, I didn't really cum. It was really close though.
He looked up to notice Darrell and Felicia changing positions again.
"Do it some more, I'll warn you if I'm going to cum." at that she smiled, wiped the single spurt from her face and went back down on his cock.
All Tony could do was throw his head back in ecstasy. That tiny little mini-orgasm had felt really good and he knew from experience that it would only make his final, full orgasm, all the more intense.
Another few minutes went by and another position change out of the two professionals before Brittany picked up the pace and really started working Tony's cock again. Again he felt his balls tighten and this time he thought that Brittany noticed the head of his cock swelling in her mouth. She stopped just in time for him to squeeze down and prevent a full eruption. Instead of a spurt this time a little cum just flowed out onto her tongue. She flicked her tongue at his frenelum and he nearly lost it and went into complete ejaculation but he pulled away and squeezed down harder.
"That's really fun." Brittany commented, "Never seen a guy who can do that."
"I've always been able to do that...wanna see if we can do it one more time?"
She didn't even respond but instead immediately starting licking and sucking on his balls. By this time Darrell was standing over Felicia and jerking off, Tony supposed they were trying to get the money shot so he and Brittany would have to be quick. A few moments later he felt the warm embrace of Brittany's mouth and tongue on his penis once again. Not even ten seconds later she felt him tense once again and let his dick pop free of her mouth. She kept her mouth open to catch and dribble but this time it was a shot. A single thick hot white shot that hit her in the cheek and splashed up into her hair. Tony had to squeeze down really hard and think about anything other than sex, he was so incredibly close to full-blown orgasm. After a moment of cooling down he looked down at Brittany and smiled.
"Can't do that again, I won't be able to help myself next time."
"That good huh?"
"I would love for you to make me cum, but I've got to try to show up homeboy over there." he points to Darrell, still jerking himself off.
"I know. Besides, the director wouldn't be too happy with me if I kept sucking off his talent before they were supposed to be on camera."
At that very moment the director glances over at them and notices a spot of white in Brittany's hair.
"Brittany what the fuck? Did you suck him off on purpose or is he just that quick on the draw?"
She turns toward him and he sees the rest of the shot on her face.
"It's just pre-cum Andy. He didn't really pop."
The director looks at her with disbelief then turns his attention to Tony, "I know this is all new for you but you'd better be ready in a few minutes, and by the way, this is a porn set, if you're going to pop you make sure the camera catches it ok?"
With that Andy turns back to his work, Darrell is still wanking himself off and Felicia is beneath him, making fake sounding sexy noises.
"I'll go gentle this time." Brittany says as she turns back to Tony and begins to suck his dick once again.
Finally, after what seemed to Tony to be at least five minutes of jerking himself off Darrell grunts and shoots four decent sized shots of cum onto Felicia's face. He begins to get nervous, knowing that it's almost his turn to be in front of the camera. Up until this point it's just been him standing on a beach getting a blowjob, an awesome blowjob at that. Brittany apparently senses his tensions and switches to a very gentle sucking motion and begins to caress his balls as well.
"Almost show time big boy." she says as she smiles up at him.
A few moments later Felicia is cleaned up and is kneeling in the water on all fours. It's his turn. Again dispensing tension with a surge of bravado he thanks Brittany for the amazing head and walks over and takes his place kneeling behind Felicia.
"Action!" the director cries out.
Without a second thought Tony leans forward and plunges his cock past the well-worn lips of Felicia's vulva and deep into her vagina. She grunts hard as his thickness fills her up. Tony is surprised, he'd imagined a porn starlet's pussy being a lot looser and deeper but she actually wasn't that loose, and he was hitting her cervix so she definitely wasn't that deep.
Determined to put Darrell, who was now sitting in the shade with a cocky smile on his face, to shame Tony began to hammer the poor girl like there was no tomorrow. He pounded her at least twice as hard as he'd seen old Darrell doing and she seemed to like it. Her moans were much more realistic with him and on top of that they seemed to contain a sort of surprised quality to them. Had the porn star guys not been fucking her right? This only egged him on, he pounded her even harder and in under a couple of minutes her breathing had started to get shallow and he thought he could feel the shape of your vaginal muscles changing shape. She was about to cum! The thought of making this porn starlet get off when even seasoned professionals couldn't got him extremely excited, so excited that he began to notice his own climax rapidly approaching.
"Can I cum in you?" he asked sort of under his breath.
"Yes. Don't stop!" Felicia moaned.
With each thrust he could feel her pussy gripping his dick even tighter until finally he felt them relax and then begin to spasm. Felicia moaned harder than he'd ever heard a girl moan before. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she temporarily lost her balance, dunking her tits into the cool water. As Tony's cock began to spurt his hot white cream deep into her lady parts her legs began to shake and she nearly collapsed from pleasure. He wasn't letting her go anywhere though. He grabbed her hips and held her up and kept pounding straight through his orgasm.
Tony looked up and saw Brittany standing behind to the left of the director. She gave him a little smile and pumped her fist in a cheer. He wasn't done though, not by a long shot. Still in a state of bliss from his first climax Tony continued to push his tender member deeper and deeper into Felicia's now sopping wet box. She moaned with every single push. He pushed slower for a minute, just to let her super sensitive pussy feel all of the curves and contours of his still rock-hard cock.
"Alright girl, you ready for the big finale'? he asked.
She simply moaned her acceptance. His grip on her hips tightened and he began to fuck her hard once again. Their coupling was now producing a wet slapping sound and it was turning both of them on. The director caught sight of something white and foamy on Tony's cock.
"Holy fuck did you just creampie her?"
"Damn right," Tony said, staring directly into the camera, "and I'm about to do it again."
"Oh yes!" Felica moaned at the top of her lungs, "Cum in me again, cum in me, cum in me!"
With that he felt her pelvic floor muscles contract and nearly push him out but he was having none of it. He pushed the rapidly swelling head of his dick past them, deep into her cunt and unloaded for a second time. This time was a ball-drainer. He emptied everything into her.
With that Tony leaned forward, dick still firmly buried into her cunt and kissed Felicia on the cheek and spoke into her ear, "Hope you enjoyed that." He made sure to still say it loud enough for the mics to catch it. He stood up and with a sloppy sound his pecker popped free of her still spasming puss. He was still very hard and his manhood was covered with his and her cum.
As he walked toward the beach he shot the camera a wink and made his hand into a gun and pretended like he was shooting it then just kept on walking.
"Holy shit son! That was incredible."
Tony just kept on walking past him. He approached Brittany who promptly dropped to her knees.
"I'm serious kid, you want a job you've got a fucking job!"
"Tony grabbed his own dick and put it down into Brittany's mouth, she eagerly slurped at the plethora of boy and girl cum covering it. Tony kicked back his head and enjoyed the post-climax oral sex. After a moment he turned to Andy, "We'll talk."
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Title: Before We Were Demons Ch. 00
Tags: prequel, friendship, destiny, romance, romantic
Randy
On the school bus, I'd learned to sit near the front. Right behind the driver if possible. Outside, it was different. In the open air, I was a sitting duck. The bus was easy. Sit by the decent kids and close to the driver and the troublemakers had a line they couldn't cross without at least *some* penalties. And after my mom started driving me to school everyday that last half year, the bus was no problem.
It was everything else- lunches, study halls, recesses, gym classes, the few minutes between periods, *and* after-school activities. All worse. The bus was just the appetizer and dessert of shit on the cake of crap I was forced to eat every day. The worst part was that when I hit fourth grade, all the kids who were the biggest offenders of picking on me had gone to middle school, and the relative peace I got for the last two years in elementary gave my family hope they'd forget about me. Those first few years, the bullying wasn't so bad. The older boys laughed at me and called me stupid names because I was so small, but it wasn't straight-up *violent*.
It wasn't until I came home covered in bruises in the first month of sixth grade that my mom really freaked out.
"What the hell is going on at that school?" She started, staring at me with a look of horror. "Why aren't the goddamn teachers doing their jobs?"
If anyone was wondering where I get my habitual swearing from, now you know.
"They do it when there's no teachers around, mom, and then they cover it up." That afternoon I was sporting a busted lip, bruises all over my stomach and chest, mud on my pants, and a ripped backpack. What had started as an altercation over the last brownie at lunch had grown into a full-blown ass-kicking from an aggressive, testosterone-raging 14-year old already standing at five-five and shaving. Me at 11 looked like I was 8. I was the runt of the class and the favorite target from the big guys with something to prove.
I never fucking understood it. How did beating up the scrawniest, shortest kid in sixth grade when you were in eighth make you such a fucking badass, Jimmy? I often wonder what that meathead is up to, now. Last I even heard of him, he was kicked out of high school for having a bag of weed and trying to swallow it in front of a teacher. Served the asshole well. I hope he's a miserable puke.
"Even when I went down to the elementary school, that rodent of a principal didn't seem to give a shit," mum continued. I could tell she was pissed because she was brandishing her lighter like she could easily burn something down. "'It's up to your son to avoid antagonizing the other students'," she mocked my former principal, "'He needs to ignore them until they go away. Boys will be boys, Mrs. Strand.'"
"Ugh, their idea of fixing the problem was to sit us in the same room and make us talk about why we were 'angry' at each other," I groaned. "And the real kicker is that if I ever tried to fight back, they'd give me detention too."
"If this shit doesn't stop, so help me, Randy..." I saw the tears in her eyes as she stepped forward to examine my split lip. I knew she blamed herself. I was a preemie with low birth weight, jaundiced, always falling under the ideal height and weight for my age, and I never developed much muscle tone, all because cigarettes are an absolute bitch to quit and she couldn't totally kick the habit while pregnant with me. My sister was luckier. Mom always hated what she deemed the result of her weakness in that her first-born kid was doomed to be this tiny, weak little slip of a boy, and she'd really forced herself to stop to have my little sis. She succumbed to the cravings again after Sunny was born, but hey, it's a hard habit to kick. Reasons why I'll never touch the cancer sticks, right there.
And I don't blame my mom. She's human, and she's a pretty good mom all told. Neither one of my parents is what you would call large or strong, anyway. We're a petite group of people. I mean, my younger sister is just a little taller and less thin than I am- she's a tiny pixie to almost everybody else. I was probably going to be fairly small no matter what, and it's not like my mom *wanted* to hurt me. She didn't make the other kids pick me as the prime target for the adolescent bullshit, either.
People are just fucking cruel sometimes. I was smart enough then to know I would never want to be 'that guy'. Not that I could really pick on anybody not younger than me by a few years, but I knew I never wanted to inflict pain on anyone else, ever.
That year, sixth grade, would prove to be the worst and best year ever. Worst because I went through so much shit during the first half of the schoolyear, best because of what came next.
We pulled up that day and my mom turned to me in the passenger seat.
"Okay, Randy, just remember: The counselor is going to check up with you after the first week and if things go fine, you can stay after school and do whatever the hell you want. Promise me if anyone starts the same garbage you went through at our shithole, miserable excuse of a school you'll alert your teachers and we'll figure it out." God she was so scared. More scared than I was, really. I'd sort of accepted my fate by then, and I'd also learned a hell of a lot from the final showdown between me and Jimmy.
"I know mom," I answered delicately. "I promise you things are gonna get better here." Travel in packs when able, befriend the other nerds, keep a network of trusted teachers and advisors. She still reached over to ruffle my messy, spiky hair.
"I'm just worried about you, kid," she replied, looking at me hard. I shrugged.
"Why wouldn't you be, after everything I went through? I just gotta make some friends here and I'll get by." She smiled.
"I hope so, kiddo." With a hug, she let me go, pressing my sack lunch into my hand. I opened that door, and unknowingly stepped into my destiny.
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Mickey
Midway the through the year, rumors started flying about the fact we were getting a transfer student. Everybody said they'd heard their friend at Mapleleaf Junior saw the whole altercation: This like nine-year old boy getting harassed by the entire junior football team after school, and the entire computer science club jumping on the star quarterback in his defense. A massive brawl erupted in the classic style, nerds vs bullies, and in the end the aggressors were overwhelmed and beaten back by thirty-five kids wielding thick-ass computer programming guides and D&D props. It became legend, and the guy who'd started it was, as the schoolyard lore went, given permanent suspension and was barred from playing sports for the rest of the year. The kid he'd picked on, well... he was coming to us.
It was the middle of the year. Over the summer I'd bloomed, my childhood adorability beginning its change to young adult beauty. I didn't know then just how pretty I'd be all grown up, but by the time the transfer arrived, I was already the subject of many, *many* crushes, and I loved the attention. Me and Cal were sitting on the steps, a couple of our classmates in pigtails chatting us up about our extracurriculars when the car pulled up. Nothing would have been remarkable about that normally, but first of all, we all knew every car that pulled up and who was in it, and secondly, all the buses had arrived by then and no one knew who or where the new student was. The car suddenly became the focus of all attention. For a minute, nothing happened. The new kid was still in the car, talking to a woman I had to assume was his mom. Their conversation appeared emotional, and we all waited for the door to crack.
When he finally stepped out I don't think any of us were expecting... *him*. He was tiny- four and a half feet, so thin, hunched forward with his eyes down- dragging a brown bag and with a backpack slung over one shoulder. He began a quiet but brisk walk to the main doors, and didn't even seem to realize everybody was watching, he was just pushing through. I was so mesmerized, tweaked by some sense of fate, that I didn't even think to wave.
"Mickey...? Mickey?" Cal yanked my attention back to the moment.
"Oh sorry," I said, shaking it off. "There's a story there for sure." I jerked my chin in the new kid's direction. He made it to the door a couple of minutes later. Didn't get much chance to talk to him until that afternoon, and when I did, the phrase 'changed my life' was the only appropriate thing I could say.
"Hey, here comes that weedy little transfer student," I overheard one of our resident jerks snickering after the final bell. "Everybody says he had to change schools because he kept getting the snot kicked out of him." Somebody else laughed. I held up my hand and waved at Cal, who immediately saw where I was pointing and nodded at me. He'd heard it too. The guys eyeballing the new kid had stopped in the flood of students and were staring over at the front of the school. I paused in my tracks, somewhat off to the side, but surrounded by moving bodies. Cal ducked down, his height minimized and our presence somewhat lessened. The jerks headed out of the line, away from the buses, sniggering and jostling each other. I did not trust their motives.
"We should keep an eye on this," I mumbled to my best friend, and he nodded in return.
"I've been picking up stray bits of info all day," he replied somberly. We began to move. "Seems that the underlying rumor is true. The kid changed schools because he was getting seriously harassed."
"Well I'd rather not see that continue here," I sniffed. "Seriously, what's the point of being a huge jerk?"
Our path deviated toward the new kid, who had veered straight down the sidewalk and was obviously waiting for his mom in the same spot she'd dropped him off. Probably after the buses cleared out, which gave him at least a twenty-minute window. The jerks closed in, and we followed in stealth. I watched the poor kid finally look up to notice who was approaching, and he got that classic 'deer-in-headlights' look. I gritted my teeth.
"Hey shrimpy," the ringleader mockingly called out. "Waiting for your mommy? What's the matter, can't ride the bus like the rest of us because you're chicken?" I rolled my eyes behind the pack of bullies and Cal and I crept forward. We came up right behind them just as Donny Haywood was sidling up to the new kid's side. He stood there, totally frozen, leaning away from the larger body next to him. "You might as well get used to the pecking order around here, because it ain't gonna be much better than before." I could see the newbie cringe and pull a grimace.
"Ugh, what a fucking Neanderthal," the tiny guy piped up, shaky but defiant. His voice hadn't even started to break yet, and I wondered if he was this small because he was some kind of genius, skipping grades. "What exactly are you trying to prove, here? That you can beat up a lowly sixth-grader one-fifth your size for kicks?" Donny snarled and bent forward to grab the guy, and I nodded. Cal stepped into view, making himself known. Standing at five-eight already, and twice as thick as Haywood, Cal was always the biggest and baddest. And he was *backup*. Unlike Don, I only needed one.
"There a problem here?" My friend asked, his tone cool. His voice had already started to change at 12, a few months older than I was. I stepped forward, tossing my beautiful locks over one shoulder. I was the king of sixth grade and no one messed with me for risk of total social isolation. Donny had two fistfuls of new kid's jacket, and I sneered.
"Looks like it to me, Cal," I replied equally coolly. "Why don't you remind Donny what it feels like to be someone else's victim?"
"With pleasure," my tall, stoic friend grinned, grabbing the bully by the shirt and lifting him as easily as he might a bag of garbage. The new kid slipped from Don's hands, aghast, as he began to cower. A sizeable crowd had followed us down from the bus pick-up and was watching with rapt fascination, which we realized when the dust had cleared. Donny's goons backed away as their lead jackass was plucked and carried over to some of the ornamental hedges lining the circle, where Cal finally tossed him into the dirt just hard enough to face-plant him.
"Don't come near us again, Donny," I called loudly, full of prim anger. "What the hell's wrong with you?" I then crossed my arms over my chest and turned, finally seeing the crowd erupt in applause. "No one pulls this crap here, got it? We're better than this!" I pointed at the scattered gang of jerks, who ran over to their friend and hoisted him out of the dirt.
"You're just lucky you have your bouncer!" One of them shouted bitterly. They ran off to the boos and jeers of the students, with the girls being the loudest. I grinned.
"Alright, show's over, move along," Calvin was calling, dispersing the crowd.
Finally the new kid caught my attention.
"Holy shit," he cursed, so easily it was kind of shocking. He had quite a mouth on him for such a little guy. "You've got to be like, the last person I ever expected to jump in." A beat passed. He wasn't sure what to do. "No popular kid has ever gone to bat for me like that before." I smiled.
"I couldn't watch that happen," I snipped. "I don't tolerate bullies, and what happened to you at your old school isn't going to happen on my watch. I'm Mickey." I stuck my hand out and waited for him to take it. Looking nervous, he shifted from foot to foot, looking (way) up at my friend, who'd come back over brushing the dirt off his hands. "That's Calvin, aka Cal. Don't worry, he looks badder than he is."
"I'm Randy," the guy finally said, taking my hand with awe. "So... What? Do I pay you protection now, or am I your errand boy...?" He kinda shrugged, motioning toward the both of us with his hand. The foul mouth and his body language seemed to indicate he was nervous, thus making himself sound tougher than he was, but it still kinda took me aback.
"What? No dude, no," I protested, but Cal sniggered and held out his own hand.
"I think I'm gonna like this guy."
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Calvin
"As the do-gooder said, I'm Cal. And now that we've stepped in those guys aren't gonna mess with you again. It would be social suicide." Randy shook my hand too, still feeling us out. He'd been through some shit, you could tell. "Relax, man. We're not going to demand anything from you. My boy here just has a soft heart, and he's too damn chivalrous for his own good."
"Well, I appreciate it. I guess the rumors of my transfer kind of beat me here, huh?" The kid sighed, scuffing at the dirt with his foot. "I guess I'm just doomed to be every jerk's punching bag."
"Like hell!" Mickey replied hotly. "As I said, *not on my watch*. I am not going to tolerate such poor behavior." I had to smile. Even when we were kids, his snits were so adorable. He was like an angry kitten.
"Okay..." Poor Randy was obviously still confused. "Thanks? I appreciate not being in some schlub's armpit on my first day at the new school. My mom would've had a shitfit."
"Are you waiting for her?" Mickey asked, trying to show the guy what we were about.
"Yeah." I mean, it was obvious. Depending on how far he lived, he might not even have a bus assignment as it was.
"Well just to make sure, we'll wait here with you until she comes. *No one* is going to pick on you with us here." Randy sighed, clearly growing agitated and uncomfortable.
"It's totally okay," the tiny guy held up a hand. "She won't be that much longer." My best friend seemed to have forgotten that other people are not mind-readers, and that Randy didn't know what he was like. I was tired of beating around the bush.
"What my friend is *trying* to say," I cut in, "is that you're one of us, now. You've been officially adopted."
"Huh?" The confusion was understandable and evident.
"The young Mickey Archibald Smith, Junior, has decreed from this day forth that you, Randy, are an official pack brother-from-another-mother." I declared, in my mock-heraldic tone. "Do not ask how or why you have been chosen; it is done." I emphasized my words with a fancy wave of my hand and a bow. Randy's brow wrinkled, but he cracked a huge, and very real, smile.
"Wait, you mean like, friends? The popular guy wants to be *my* friend?" The short, skinny dude we would soon call our 'bro' snickered, probably at the irony. "Wow, this already *is* an improvement. Chuckin' social convention right out the fucking window." Mickey brightened up.
"Yes!" The golden one said, finally communicating clearly. "Not just friends, but *brothers*. You're one of us. It's our *destiny* to be forever bros, I can feel it." Just then, the wind stirred up and blew his lustrous curls just enough to make him look majestic. Sometimes I swore the universe actually responded to his optimistic wonderment and supplied him with all the requisite dramatic touches. "Destiny brought you here to meet us. Now we're a true crew!" Randy laughed out loud, and I could tell by his animation that it had been a while since he laughed like that.
"Holy crap man, are you for real?" Randy chuckled, shaking his head. "When did my life become an anime? Jeez, if I was a girl, this would be when I developed the massive secret crush on you that you somehow don't notice no matter how obvious I become." My friend's cheeks pinkened.
"Dude, you just lay it all out there, don't you?" I marveled, truly in awe of our new member's vocabulary and totally unfiltered sense of interaction. "How old are you, exactly?"
"Eleven," he answered sheepishly. "I know I look like I'm eight, but I swear I'm actually in your grade." I nodded.
"No sweat," was my answer. "Welcome to Hillcrest. You're gonna be fine."
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Randy
And that was the best day of my life. I gained two awesome bros, and when my mom did arrive to find me smiling, *laughing* with two new friends, she was so floored and so happy she had to stop herself from bawling- instead inviting Mickey and Cal back to our house for dinner. They graciously accepted, and got in the car to come home with us. Mom even pulled out all the stops that night and made her famous sizzlin' steak fajitas. I was so fucking happy. Our parents became friends too, especially after the story was told from mom to mom.
We were always together after that.
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My dear readers, I cannot ever thank you enough for your continued loyalty to my story and your eager patience for the end. It is my pleasure to present this tidbit- the start of a nascent prequel to *While Courting Our Demons*- as a little precursor to the finale, which I am on the verge of finishing! My NaNoWriMo count has exceeded 50,000 words, and I have only a few key pieces left to write before the entire thing can be polished and posted. This will be a piece I work on primarily after WCoD is finished, but I hope you will enjoy this visit to M, C and R's past. The evolution and strength of their friendship is such a key piece of their choice in the main novel, and I think it's worth exploring how it came to be.
Please enjoy!
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Title: Chapter 7: Who's that?! by Dave-8ball
Tags: Biting, Boobs, Consensual, Dream, Fellatio, Hybrid, M/F, Mystery, Short, Straight, Teenagers, Tiger
Okay usual spiel first, If your under 18 get gone now the following article is of adult nature and shouldn't be veiwed by those under previously stated age...etc
Secondly Woohoo! got this one done before the time totted up to a year, okay this has been done in a single sitting, only proof read once probably a ton of mistakes there but thats what you guys are for, Right? Anything out of place please comment on and votes are highly appreciatted.
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Dave woke up something, or better yet someone warm was laying by him, close, cuddling even. He turned and looked expecting to see the orange muzzle of his love by him, though it wasn't orange, it was black, pointed, more canine in features than anything else. The white tier blinked and nosed into it a little making sure it was real, as he softly rubbed noses with the unknown person two eyes flickered open light blue almost grey eyes stared back at him, they were intriguiging and intelligent but he didn't know them. Pulling back a little from the grasp the figure sat up smiling warmly to him, smiling back not to seem unfriendly he took in what features he could looking down the stranger with interest as they sat up almost at once his eyes were drawn to the reasonably sized breasts.
He sat dazed for a moment staring at the black breasts, she didn't seem to mind and in reply actually purred he was taken aback by this too she seemed canine, a wolf maybe but wolves don't purr, a tail arose from behind her it was what only could be described as a panthers tail, maybe she was some cross between the two. She smiled and let out a soft yawn stretching her sharp fangs showing slightly, as she finished she lay down atop him and kissed his chest he leant forwards and kissed her button ear, again panther in shape and size but her fur wasn't as course it had an under layer of soft fur. Amazed his paws lightly rubbed over her sides and back exploring the body, but wait, why was he feeling this girl, why was he in the same bed and why were they both naked, blinking as realization took over he seemed to lose control of his actions, not knowing why his paws moved down her back paying attention to her spine making her arch a little into himself, once both paws reached her backside he softly squeezed and she let out a soft growl, almost dominant.
At this point she spoke, her voice was strong and powerful, while holding that light feminine charm a voice you'd expect to hear in a strict teacher, "How'd you sleep then handsome?" she asked casually swirling a slightly extended claw against his chest, this action alone made him shiver in pleasure which in turn made the Panther/wolf cross smile in delight "Still playful, and after last night too" she summarized, she had worked this out by slowly rubbing down his belly and too his crotch suddenly gripping his throbbing erection making the point obvious.
He smiled and responded by kissing her softly the kiss lasted a moment and as they broke the female softly bit his lip almost in a playful manner, the light foreplay went on a little, kissing and nuzzling as the two both got thoroughly into the mood, Dave went to get up not on his own accord of course he just tried, but his attempt was quickly halted as a set of sharp teeth dug into his neck pinning him down and turning him on all the more he lay helpless and gave off a soft whine rubbing along her back again and then bringing his paw around and lightly pressing against her breast groping her while trying at the same time to get her off this only got his a growl and surprised by the fact he let go again laying flat.
Seemingly appeased the female let go of his neck slowly looking to him with fierce intent and slid down his body getting rid of the covers on the bed as she did so, not wanting to move too much the tiger only watched as she stood over him on the edge of the bed slowly lowering herself and pulling his legs off the edge. He lay half on the bed his throbbing hard cock being teased by the wonderful temptress light squeezes and rubs of her paws making him shiver and moan in want and need, he only tried getting up again once she had started and it had got him a set of claws in the thigh getting the message he stopped dead and just lay back gripping the bed as he was further teased.
Eventually he felt something else tough his cock it was raspy warm and delightfully moist recognizing it as her tongue he squeezed the edge of the bed in both anxiety and pleasure he was being pleased by someone who wasn't Tiger and he was loving it, unable to fathom why he tried to make best of the situation and tried to enjoy the occasional licks and sucks on the head of his shaft feeling his body shudder in pleasure as warm lips wrapped around the sensitive flesh and slowly took him in inch by inch before long his entire cock was in her hot maw touching lightly at the back of her throat though it didn't seem to bother her.
Moaning lightly he felt as she slowly began to bob her head, her previous teasing had already pushed him slowly coaxed him further on towards his orgasm the heat and skill that she was providing had him gripping the bed for dear life his back arching into her as he moaned out doing his best to hold back the inevitable claws lightly digging into the bed as her chin pressed softly against his balls as his slick cock throbbed in her mouth, the tiger grunted and growled lightly biting his lip as he bucked lightly into her making her pull back a little as he began to cum, strand after strand of cum spewing into her muzzle, expertly being taken by the female not a single drop leaving her mouth as she slid off his member.
Dave panted softly looking to her in awe as she got back onto the bed beside him and cuddled up close he was still in the afterglow of his amazing orgasm his eyes slightly glazed over in pleasure feeling her press lightly against him barely phased him. After a few moments his senses came back to him and she was speaking that wonderful voice ringing in his ears like a lullaby "Love you Davey" she says lightly, his reply is stifled and after clearing out his throat he kisses her and says "I love your too Terri."
Then, he awoke again, his eyes shooting open, almost exactly like his dream, or was he still in it. Turning his head he was met with a goofy smile recognizing it as Tigers he looked up, the other feline was still fast on but about as close to Dave as he could get and not letting go anytime soon. Dave smiled lightly and kissed the others muzzle lightly before laying back again thoughts and slight concerns flying through his mind, why did he have such a bizarre dream, why was this 'Terri' so familiar and what was going to happen...
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Title: Captured Again by Ciriaxis Draconis
Tags: Anal, Coyote, Deep Penetration, Domination/Submission, M/M, M/M/M, Oral, Spooge, Threesome, Werewolf, Wolf
Disclaimer: read my other stories for it...too lazy to copy paste it =D I couldn't leave this one undone, so I finished it in one night. It ended up much longer than expected 0\_o but I hope you enjoy!
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A lightning bolt flashed brightly over the Sa'hienk Forest, striking forcefully on the dirt ground, leaving trails of smoke and dust from its impact. A maroon and cream furred coyote swiftly evaded the bolt, and pointed his ornamented staff towards the hostile. The coyote was dressed lightly in a black wolf-furred loincloth tightly enclosing his sheath and balls, bandage dressing around his joints and paws, and ceremonial necklaces and bracelets around his neck and wrists. Ta'hrekk never enjoyed wearing loin garbs hanging loosely over his genitals, as it often slowed down his quick and agile, yet well-toned muscular body during fast movement. Unlike others in his coyote pack back in his home in the Sas'bed Canyons, Ta'hrekk only wore thong loincloths which greatly aided his agility.
Tightly grasping his mage staff with his left paw and an onyx short sword with his right, Ta'hrekk pounced left and right with his head low, charging at his target. The nimble coyote managed to dodge squalls of magic spells aiming for him. His target: a snow furred wolf with black markings along his face, chest, arms and legs, also holding an oak staff massively decorated with fox-tail charms, eagle feathers, and dream catchers. The wolf's white fur formed a small mane around his serene face and to the back of his head, with a flamboyant headdress of feathers and ornaments resting upon it. White wolf tail also hung from his ears and along the sides of his legs, attached to his snow-furred loincloth wrapped firmly around his pelvis. Holding his staff up in a defense stance, Rjeyk parried the Ta'hrekk's striking blow, flipping Ta'hrekk over his head. The coyote skillfully landed on both feet with a paw on the ground, the other high in the air for balance.
"You'll need to be faster than that, young one!" Rjeyk smiled. However while turning around to face his adversary, the wolf was struck by a sudden impediment spell, totally freezing his muscular body and then fell backward onto the forest ground. Rjeyk helplessly stared up into the sunlit sky of vermillion and orange as his attacker walked over to him, knelt down and smiled.
"I have improved, have I master?" Ta'hrekk said, wagging his tail excitedly.
"Hmmph...it seems you have become too fast for this old wolf here." Rjeyk replied.
Ta'hrekk chuckled. "You're only a few winters older than me! Don't you pull that old wolf excuse on me."
Rjeyk gazed curiously at the attractive site above him. "Well you might have gotten better, but I'm just having a bad day!"
With and evil grin, Ta'hrekk placed a foot on top of Rjeyk's furry chest in victory. "No excuses Jakey!" "You should not taunt your master by calling him nicknames," Rjeyk smiled, "now if you may, unfreeze me and we'll resume our training."
Ta'hrekk almost reversed his impediment spell on the helpless wolf, until a devious thought shrilled in his mind. Ta'hrekk grinned mischievously and growled seductively. "I recall that I vowed to revenge my tale hole the other night. It is now my turn to return the favor."
Rjeyk's smile seeped away from his face, staring the coyote slightly in curious fear. "Now hold on just a minute, young one!"
"I said already, call me Ta'hrekk! I'm sure after I'm done with you, you'll never call me that again." Ta'hrekk winked.
Rjeyk could read every thought running through his apprentice's mind. He knew his current helplessness drove the horny young coyote over the edge, and waited for his fate to arrive. Ta'hrekk picked up Rjeyk and lay him on a soft patch of grass near the small waterfall. Smirking, Ta'hrekk wrapped his paw around Rjeyk's bulging loincloth, slowly rubbing the bulge up and down. The wolf whimpered as Ta'hrekk enjoyed the feeling of his mate's sheath and balls through his loincloth, as he felt his own tightening in arousal. Finally, Ta'hrekk lifted his mate's pelvis up and unbuckled his loincloth from the back, slowly exposing Rjeyk's swelling sheath and balls. Ta'hrekk stuck his nose in the white cock fur of his companion, lapping his balls tauntingly as he stiffed Rjeyk's strong musk. The sweet musk hit Ta'hrekk right between the eyes as his vision blurred, his breath shortened, and his mouth agape, drooling all over Rjeyk's sheath. Ta'hrekk unfastened his own loincloth, fully exposing his fully erect member, with pre drizzling down his shaft. All Rjeyk could do was to stare at the exceedingly aroused coyote at watch him take advantage at his immobilization.
Ta'hrekk nipped the sheath of his mate, teasing him and taunting him, trying to degrade his master's dignity. Rjeyk moaned softly as his sheath was violated by the muzzle of his mate, it being lapped mockingly. Rjyek smelt Ta'hrekk's striking musk filling his nostrils and also sending him into a bliss of arousal. The newly risen sunlight shone on the couple as Ta'hrekk flipped Rjyek over to his front, his rump high and level with the coyote's dripping malehood. With his chest and front paws flat on the ground, Rjeyk managed to smile and said, "Do your worst, young one. This will be the last time you will have control over me. I shall give you a taste of your own medicine once you are done."
Ta'hrekk knew Rjeyk had already planned his escape, but his hunger for the wolf's pink tailhole blocked his danger instincts and slowly circled the wolf's ass with his cock tip, leaving a lubricant of pre. Holding Rjeyk's hips firmly with his paws, Ta'hrekk slowly thrusted forward, only inserting his tip into his lover's hole. Readjusting his straddling position on his knees over Rjeyk's rump, Ta'hrekk continued to insert his thick red meat deeper and deeper into Rjeyk's body, enjoying every second of pleasure as his shaft was tightly wrapped by his mate's rectal walls. Rjeyk whimpered softly when Ta'hrekk penis was fully inside him, and felt his mate's cock fur with his tail and hanging balls behind his own pair, sticking slightly to each other as both of them sweated. Ta'hrekk pulled back slowly as his red meat slowly reappeared out of Rjeyk's hole. As Ta'hrekk pushed forcefully back into the wolf's anus, their collision echoed a loud slapping sound as both of their balls swung under their erect cocks. Ta'hrekk began to rhythmically thrust in and out of Rjeyk's hole, both of the moaning in pleasure. Accompanied by slurping noises from Ta'hrekk's pre and slapping noises, the coyote gripped his lover's hips and pulled back towards his cock as he thrust forward. Ta'hrekk's meat continuously beat back and forth, in and out of his mate. The coyote continued pumping his cock, pulling it almost all the way out, then quickly all the way back in as he stroked Rjeyk's wolfhood with his right paw. Rjeyk groaned loudly as he felt a warm skilled paw expertly rubbing his own shaft, dribbling a puddle of pre on the soft grass. Ta'hrekk quicked his thrusting, slamming harder and faster into Rjeyk while he furiously stroked his mate's raging cock. After minutes of continuous humping, Ta'hrekk felt a massive surge of pleasure as he orgasmed cups and cups of warm seed deep within his lover. Throwing his head back and howling in pleasure, thick cum lightly spurted out of Rjeyk's ass onto Ta'hrekk's cock fur as Ta'hrekk had already completely filled his mate with semen. Ta'hrekk then felt Rjeyk's cock twitch under him, he ejaculated streams of hot, sweet cum onto the grass ground, covering a substantial area with sticky white wolf cream. Rjeyk breathed heavily as Ta'hrekk fell heavily on top him, his cock still deep within his ass.
"Done... s-so soon, young one?" Rjeyk panted.
Ta'hrekk only merely nodded his head as he slowly pulled out of Rjeyk's hole. Loud slurping noises filled the air as Ta'hrekk also pulled out a mass of thick white liquid along with his seed-coated coyote meat. Little did the Ta'hrekk know that his spell had worn off, and Ryjek could freely move again. With surprise, Ryjek quickly turned around and kicked Ta'hrekk square in the chest. Ta'hrekk wheezed in surprised as he fell on his back onto the ground. Before he knew it, Rjeyk had straddled the coyote over his head, his nutsack dangerously close to Ta'hrekk's mouth.
"I believe you haven't had your daily dose of fluids today, young one." Rjeyk chuckled.
"Well, you haven't either; but you decided you'd rather have a nice ass cleansing instead!" Ta'hrekk winked.
Rjeyk growled. "Grrrrrr. You will pay for disrespecting your master."
Ta'hrekk laughed. "It seems you've lost some dignity back there. Judging by the pool of cum you made, you lov..."
Ta'hrekk was quickly muffled silent when the white wolf jammed his furry testicles into the coyote's mouth. His wolfhood still erect, Rjeyk smeared his drizzling shaft all over Ta'hrekk's face, leaving trails of pre. Ta'hrekk let out a muffled whimper as he swirled the wolf's sac around in his mouth, feeling its constrained contents brewing warmly inside. Rjeyk slapped Ta'hrekk's face with his semi-erect cock, snickering at his success at degrading his apprentice's pride. Ta'hrekk continued to warm his partner's seed, occasionally opening his mouth to lick his throbbing shaft that began to harden.
"You must be thirsty, young one." Rjeyk said, pulling his balls out, ready to shove his cock deep into his lover's mouth.
"I'd prefer water, old one." Ta'hrekk breathed heavily, taking in as much air as possible as he soon will be suffocated with wolf meat in his mouth.
"I'm only a few years older."
"Ha! Got you to admit it! No more old wolf excuses for you!" Ta'hrekk laughed in victory.
Rjeyk grumbled, and shoved his throbbing cock deep into the coyote's mouth to punish his apprentice. Using his paw to hold up Ta'hrekk's head, the wolf pushed it closer to his body, as the last inches of his long, thick shaft disappeared within Ta'hrekk's mouth.
Ta'hrekk gagged a bit, trying to gasp for air while trying to squirm free. However, the muscular wolf tightly straddled his partner, rocking back and forth as he felt his cock being wrapped tightly by Ta'hrekk's mouth. As degrading as it may seem, Ta'hrekk loved the feeling of his master's wolf meat constantly inserted and ejected from his salivating mouth.
"Mmmm...more master!" Ta'hrekk groaned.
Rjeyk listened as he began to take deeper thrusts into Ta'hrekk's mouth, moaning loudly as his wolf meat traveled down they coyote's throat. Ta'hrekk managed to wrap is tongue around the invading shaft, feeling the smooth texture of wolf cock constantly pumping in and out of his mouth. After minutes of skull fucking, Rjeyk felt pleasure erupting in his loins, his warmed wolf cum traveling quickly to his wolfhood. He howled in pleasure as a stream of hot semen exploded into Ta'hrekk's mouth. Ta'hrekk greedily gargled as much wolf cum as possible, the excess dripping from the sides of his mouth and out of his nostrils. Rjeyk panted heavily as he felt his cock swimming in his own seed in the coyote's mouth. Finally, Ta'hrekk swallowed, holding Rjeyk's cock with his paw and licking the rest of the organ clean.
"Mmmm...you loved that, didn't you?" Rjeyk gasped heavily.
Ta'hrekk sheepishly nodded his head, cum still leaking from his nostrils and his maw coated with white liquid. Rjeyk adored the sight, then got off Ta'hrekk and picked him up. "I'll finish your tailhole later, young one. For now, you must report back to your pack. I believe they are starting to worry about you."
Ta'hrekk wiped his face clean of wolf juice. "Mhm. I'll have to travel through the bog to get back to the canyons?"
Rjeyk nodded as he bucked his loincloth around his waist, tightening it around his sheath. "I'll have to perform a ceremonial dance for a wedding anniversary in my pack soon. You'll be ok traveling by yourself?"
Ta'hrekk put on his loincloth as well, enjoying the feeling as he sheepishly pawed the bulge up and down, the black fur coursing through his paw digits. "Yes, I know my way back. After all, I am a scout. I'll visit again sometime, hopefully to see with more markings all over your sexy body." Ta'hrekk knew that for every ceremonial dance Rjeyk performed, he would be awarded with blessed markings which distinguished him further down the path as a wolf shaman.
"You won't be disappointed," Rjeyk smiled. He then pulled out an unusual instrument from his bag. "Use this if you're in danger, and I'll come to aid you as fast as I can. It's a Marcantian Flute, used to communicate with other members of our pack as well as our friends. It can only be heard by the ones we know as well."
Ta'hrekk looked surprised at such a sophisticated type of instrument. "So no one else can hear this but you?"
Rjeyk nodded. "Yes. Have a safe trip young one. Keep alert at all times. I believe the blue lycan werewolves have secretly inhabited some area in this forest. It may just be a rumor, but I would like to see you in one piece again so I can tear that fine rump of yours." Ta'hrekk grunted. "I'll be fine, and don't be too sure about that!"
The two waved each other goodbye, as the afternoon sun gleamed vividly above them.
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Night has fallen on the Sa'ihenk woods, the full moon illuminating the azure glow of the trees. Ta'hrekk strolled through the shrubs, perking his ears to hear the owls hooting, and the howling of coyotes. 'Must be my pack' Ta'hrekk thought, continuing his path to the Sas'bed canyons. His mind wandered, thinking of his new friend. Ta'hrekk didn't know he found other males attractive, especially those from another species. He had reached second base with a female back home, but he found it much more exhilarating with another male. Ta'hrekk imagined Rjeyk's snow-furred body glowing in the moonlight. His deep blue eyes stared mysteriously at Ta'hrekk as his white mane blew freely in the night wind. The wolf's ceremonial markings and decorative ornaments hanging from his head and waist made him unbelievably sexy, Ta'hrekk thought. He then thought of his white-furred loincloth, bulging observably with its precious goods.
Ta'hrekk's mouth began to water at the thought, until he noticed he had reached the bog. He remembered Rjeyk telling him to slowly cross the bog to prevent stepping in the wrong places, which would lead to him being sucked in like quicksand.
"I can dash through this, no problem!" Ta'hrekk told himself. Strapping his staff over his back, Ta'hrekk went on all fours and began sprinting across the bog. The wind flowed across his soft, maroon fur, passing through his body aerodynamically. Murky water splashed across his paws and loincloth, his sleek but muscular body almost completely soaked. Ta'hrekk almost reached the other side, until suddenly the waterbed beneath him collapsed. The coyote fell down through the ground, and landed hard onto the ground with some water pouring over him. The ceiling above Ta'hrekk closed mysteriously. 'This definitively is not a natural trap' he thought. Ta'hrekk drew is sword and staff out with both paws in a ready stance and scanned his surroundings. The cave was pitch-black except for the light his staff generated.
Suddenly, a pair of evil yellow eyes appeared in front of the coyote. Without seeing a thing, Ta'hrekk panicked, and fired spells wildly into the direction of the eyes. The eyes seemed to move left and right, closing in on its target. Ta'hrekk bolted the other direction, mindlessly running away from the predator. Suddenly, Ta'hrekk smacked hard into a wall and fell backward, deeply dazed. Dizzy, the coyote tried getting up, tasting some blood trickling from the side of his head. No sooner was the beast above him, pinning its prey firmly on the ground. Ta'hrekk felt the beast's hot breath before passing out.
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Ta'hrekk woke up to find himself in a dimly lit cave. His paws were chained to the wall next to him, but it was long enough so that he could freely move around at a certain distance. A small bandage covered his fresh cut he had received earlier. To the right of him was a large oak king-sized bed which fit oddly in such a cold, mysterious room. Other than the bed, the only other objects in the room were wall candles and a single dresser on the opposite wall with a desert violet on top of it.
"How strange...a beast living in a cave that has 3 objects one would last find in a beast's home" Ta'hrekk muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a large shadow appeared to the opening of the top left corner of the room with savage footsteps echoing louder on approach. An enormous blue werewolf stood high opposite of Ta'hrekk, placing a tray of meat and a glass of milk down onto the floor next to the chained coyote. The blue werewolf was excessively built on every part of his body; his toned muscles seem to reflect the candlelight around him. A large black mane was combed backwards, hanging down the back of his head and down his back. The werewolf's chest hair spread all over his pecks and his wrists and ankles had golden bangles around them. Ta'hrekk noticed the werewolf wore a tight, black-furred loincloth like himself, his bulge definitely looked his sheath was about to explode out of its prison.
Ta'hrekk bellowed. "What do you want from me?"
The werewolf kept silent as he picked up the glass, beckoning him to drink it. Ta'hrekk did fell thirsty, but he couldn't trust the stranger as he turned his head away from the glass. The werewolf roared deafeningly at Ta'hrekk, the cave shook like a hay house in a hurricane. Ta'hrekk recognized the roar and rage boiled his blood through his veins. It was unmistakably the roar of a lycan werewolf, a type of lycan with more distinguished wolf-like features and more hair. This was the roar he heard when he was a cub; his parents fighting heroically to protect his son. A family friend safely escaped with the young cub, only to hear the horrifying news of his parent's death. From then on, Ta'hrekk vowed to seek every lycan werewolf he knew and slaughter it with his bare hands.
"You...You killed my parents! Your kind slaughtered them in cold blood!" Ta'hrekk cried.
The werewolf looked offended. Finally, he spoke is a deep, mature voice; much unexpected from such an intimidating beast. "You were the poor cub whose parents perished nearly 18 winters ago?"
Ta'hrekk nodded and in his raged state, dashed forward to jump the werewolf only to be constrained by the chains.
"My gracious, I am thrilled to see you again. Did no one tell you? It was us that had allied with your kind to fight off the behemoths that were on a blood thirsty quest" the werewolf spoke articulately. "I was there guarding the shamans of your tribe, but your parents died in the process. They fought courageously. I'm sorry for their loss."
Ta'hrekk barked in fury. "Lies all lies! Stop filling me with your filthy LIES!"
"You will see that I am telling the truth not to protect myself, but for your own sake."
The werewolf unchained Ta'hrekk's wrists and ankles. Despite its size, Ta'hrekk tackled the lycan werewolf onto the ground, ready to maim the beast. Ta'hrekk stopped suddenly to see the blue werewolf marked with the symbol of the Coyote Guardian on his neck. Only those sworn to protect the elders of the coyotian pack were branded with the mark in pride and dignity. Ta'hrekk fell backwards, scuttling back to the wall behind him. The werewolf stood up and knelt down the traumatized coyote.
"You see, I am telling you the truth. I have failed to protect your parents...please forgive me. Their last request was for me to raise you to become a valiant warrior, but you were already taken away safely. I was searching for you ever since" the werewolf said, "I am Kreivan. I hear you are the nimble Ta'hrekk."
Ta'hrekk nodded, still recovering from the news. "I..I'll destroy the behemoths then! Every last one of them!"
Kreivan smiled, admiring Ta'hrekk's drive and determination. He picked up the glass and offered it to the coyote. "Drink this. It will restore your strength. I left towels for you to dry up. You can sleep here in my room. The bathing room is just out the opening there" he pointed.
Ta'hrekk smiled at the hospitality, and took a large swig of the white liquid. Ta'hrekk noticed its thickness and sweet texture as it traveled down his throat. It warmed his whole body, his vitality rejuvenated as he swallowed the viscous, warm liquid. However, it definitely wasn't milk.
"This...this is wolf cum!" Ta'hrekk looked stupified.
Lying down on his back on the bed, Kreivan turned. "Yes it is my seed. Werewolf semen is known to rejuvenate lost energy and calm shocked states. You needed it after that fall."
Being indifferent of whether Ta'hrekk preferred water, the coyote hungrily gulped down the whole glass. However, both of them did not know that werewolf semen was an exceedingly strong aphrodisiac. Ta'hrekk slowly became aware of Kreivan's attractive figure on the bed, innocently fiddling with Ta'hrekk's belongings. He then stared at the blue werewolf's large bulge, his muzzle starting to drool in arousal.
"Hmm, what does this do?" Kreivan asked, curiously blowing on the flute, "hmm, no sound; must be a defunct."
Ta'hrekk heard the note well and clear, but his thoughts were overdriven by his exploding arousal. He had to suppress it. He knew exactly what to do.
Leaping onto the bed, the coyote held his head level with Kreivan's groin, nuzzling the huge package. Kreivan gasped in surprise. Looking down, he saw a maroon furred head, determinately rubbing his loincloth. Ta'hrekk murmured in pleasure as he reached one of his paws to explore Kreivan's ass while the other explored his six-pack.
"Ta'hrekk, wha...what are you doing?"
Ta'hrekk ignored the deep voice and continued nuzzling the huge bulge. His right paw finally untied the loincloth, throwing it aside. The coyote sniffed deeply at the werewolf's enormous sheath, the balls below it almost the size of Ta'hrekk's paw. Kreivan's musk seared through Ta'hrekk's nostrils, sending the coyote into his peak of horniness.
Kreivan moaned loudly as the coyote continued to work on his nutsack. One at a time, Ta'hrekk teased the massive jewels, licking them affectionately and suckling gently, warming its contents.
"Ughhhh...uhhhh...geez you're skilled at this. I see you practice well." Kreivan grunted.
Ta'hrekk paused to look up into the werewolf's amber eyes before sucking on his furry sheath. Kreivan howled in pleasure as he felt his sheath being moistened, the curious maroon paw exploring his stomach and cock fur. Ta'hrekk felt the warm shaft of his new friend erect itself into his mouth as he continued to greedily devour the organ. As his severely aroused state, the coyote quickly sucked the thick length, only managing to go down halfway before the tip was shoved down his throat.
Krievan couldn't believe the surge of pleasure coursing through his loins as he watched Ta'hrekk attempting to suck his whole cock, which was definitely too thick and long for the smaller coyote. Ta'hrekk expertly massaged the cockhead with his tongue, rubbing it thoroughly while pressing his lips hard together on the hard, black shaft. Wanting more of his seed, the coyote bobbed his head up and down quickly, taking more and more of Kreivan's wolfhood. Having not ejaculated in a long time, the feeling of Ta'hrekk's suckling lips around his throbbing cock, the sight of his mate furiously bobbing his head up and down, and the tongue massaging his tip was too great for the large werewolf, and felt his balls constrain towards his body. Krievan roared ferociously and held Ta'hrekk's head firmly over his meat. Ta'hrekk then felt waves and waves of the familiar werewolf cum spattering all over his mouth and dripping all over the sides of his mouth. He swallowed almost a gallon of the warm, thick seed before the black cock in his mouth slowed to a drizzle. Krievan panted heavily as he gently pet Ta'hrekk on his head.
"Gosh...you do this a lot? You're parents would be quite disappointed to find out that you've been making love to other males." Krievan said.
Ta'hrekk remained silent. The gallon of wolf cum in his stomach intensely magnified his arousal, and lay on his back, spreading his legs open. "Take me! As my guardian, I request you to mark me well!"
Kreivan couldn't believe his ears. What was once an innocent young cub was now lying naughtily in front of him, his legs spread wide open with his loincloth stretching over his semi-erect penis. Little did Kreivan know that after ejaculation, his hormones in his body changed, wanting to mount anything mountable [funny word ^\_^] in his path. Feeling suddenly as aroused as Ta'hrekk himself, the blue werewolf stroked his wolfhood erect again and knelt in front of the horny coyote. Bringing his head down to Ta'hrekk's loincloth, Kreivan sniffed to taste the scent of his mate before using his teeth to violently rip the loincloth off.
Ta'hrekk laughed hysterically. "That is the second time someone has done that to me. You'll have to give me a new one after we're done."
Kreivan, at his incredibly aroused state, replied in a raspy, grumbling voice. "Well, now I see you're a little coyote slut, waiting for huge cocks slamming into you eh? And listen to me carefully. I ain't gonna be done with you until I fuck you raw and dry!"
Ta'hrekk pleaded. "I'm your slut. I'm your bitch. Fill me with your glorious seed! I want you in me now!"
Kreivan couldn't wait any longer. Grasping his cream thighs, the werewolf spread Ta'hrekk's legs apart, exposing the hungry tailhole. His massive black cock rimmed the hole teasingly before thrusting quickly forward. Ta'hrekk cried loudly as the oversized tool within him was splitting his insides.
"You can take this raw. I know you can, you little furry slut." Kreivan moaned. He slowly inserted his wolfhood inside Ta'hrekk's tailhole inch by inch; his shaft disappearing within the coyote.
Ta'hrekk gritted his teeth, trying to loosen up for the invading prick. Kreivan clearly passed his mate's prostate, putting the maximum pressure upon it. Ta'hrekk yelped and instantly orgasmed. Thick coyote cum splattered all over Kreivan's chest and cock, as well as on himself. Smearing the warm cum around his belly, Ta'hrekk seductively purred and looked at Kreivan sweating as he inserted his last inches of his cock in.
"Aren't you just a horny bitch wanting more. Lucky you lubed my cock. I guess the last inches won't hurt as much." Kreivan grinned.
The werewolf slammed the rest of his shaft all the way in Ta'hrekk, taking no time to pause and pulled completely out. Again, Kreivan slammed his whole cock deep, roaring in pleasure as the pleasurable rectal walls of his mate tightly wrapped his meat.
"For a little slut like you, you're tight. I'd think you'd be looser from all that cock you probably had." Kreivan grunted.
Ta'hrekk pawed his way up Kreivan's blue chest. "Less talk, more fuck."
Krievan did exactly that as he bucked back and forth into Ta'hrekk. His pre-coated cock slurped loudly as he continued to fuck Ta'hrekk senseless, the rate of the slapping noise increasing. Krieven gripped Ta'hrekk's legs wide open as he watched his cock pulverize the insides of his mate. Ta'hrekk looked up at his dominator, his mouth agape with his tongue hanging out, still dripping with warm cum. Krievan released a deafening growl as the tight confines around his cock tightened as he continued to slam back and forth into the coyote. In and out, in and out as both of them watched the thick black meat deeply penetrating its target. Krievan tried to hold his release, as he fucked for his life, thrusting harder and deeper more and more. After almost half and hour of continuous humping, Krievan felt the walls around his penis firmly enveloping his entire length tighten greatly that he could barely move his cock in and out. In a final thrust in attempt to do so, Krievan slowly slid his whole shaft into the close-fitting ass of his mate.
"Uhhhhh...ohhhhhhh...tighten up for me boy....oooOOHHHHHH!" Kreivan screamed at the top of his lungs as another flood of thick werewolven cum burst deep into Ta'hrekk, shooting massive loads incessantly. Ta'hrekk smiled and moaned with glee as he felt his ass quickly filled to the rim with hot white liquid. Krievan's cum poured out of Ta'hrekk's ass, more of it being displaced onto the sheets as Krievan continued to slow-fuck his mate to finish off.
Suddenly, a crashing sound resonated around the cave as a snow white wolf suddenly appeared at the doorway, his staff pointing at the blue werewolf.
"Ta'hrekk! I heard you play the flute. Are you alright. I came as fast as I..." Rjeyk stared at the messy scene in front of him.
Lying on the bed were a maroon furred coyote, who looked no longer red from all the white liquid that almost covered his fur from head to toe, and a large blue werewolf who had droplets of cum spread across his chest, his mane slightly white with dripping seed. The coyote was laying on his back with his legs spread wide open, his red cock lying semi-erect in a pool of semen on his stomach. His mouth was absolutely drenched in cum, dripping more of it from his maw and onto the sheets. The werewolf's cock was still halfway up the coyote's ass, dripping with its own semen as well. Under it was another large pool of cum that would stain the sheets forever. Both figures stared sheepishly at Rjeyk.
"Well, I came as fast as I could" the werewolf snickered.
Rjeyk still was quite shocked, smelling the strong scent of musk and after-sex in the air. He became slightly aroused himself, and confirmed that his preference was definitely males. Many females of his pack often hit on Rjeyk, rubbing his loins through his loincloth. However, Rjeyk always tried to quickly glance at the other males' bulging loincloths, unsure of why he was tempted to do so. Now he knew he was gay.
"Good to know that you two are having fun" Rjeyk shook his head at the messy scene ahead of him.
Kreivan pulled his cock out of Ta'hrekk's ass, pulling out even more of his seed onto the sheets. He then moved to the other side, his cock close to Ta'hrekk's mouth. He leaned over and spread the coyote's leg's wide open, exposing his used ass. The werewolf used his paw digits to spread the hole apart, showing its glory to the stunned white wolf as the hole continued to leak cum onto the sheets.
"You know you want it. Have a little taste and you'll really see what boat we're on." Krievan said, both of them giggling softly.
Rjeyk nodded, still quite confused, and positioned his muzzle at Ta'hrekk's ass. While doing so, Kreivan grabbed the coyote's head firmly, turning it sideways and jamming his whole werewolf meat into the muzzle. Ta'hrekk choked slightly as the familiar organ pumped deep into his maw, still tasting the cum that leaked out of the tip. Kreivan forced Ta'hrekk's head back and forth along his shaft, feeling the tongue again wrapping itself around the tip.
"That's right. Suck me bitch. You know you love it."
Ta'hrekk let out a muffled confirmation as he continued to suck on the black cock above him, slurping it greedily. Meanwhile, Rjeyk began licking the abused tailhole, eating away the leaking cum. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation spread across his body. He immediately knew that the werewolf's cum was a fine aphrodisiac as he hungrily searched for more. Impatiently, Rjeyk ripped off his loincloth exposing his throbbing red wolfhood and held it with his paw guiding its insertion into Ta'hrekk's hole. It easily slipped in as he felt the familiar anal walls clasp around his shaft as well as the warm cum that was left behind when Kreivan had fucked him before. Rjeyk loved the feeling and started vigorously thrusting in and out, more and more of werewolf seed leaking out.
"Tell him to fuck him good." Kreivan demanded.
"F...Fuck me good master. I want all of i..." Ta'hrekk was muffled again when the dominating werewolf forced the maroon head over his meat again.
Rjeyk plunged all of his wolf meat in and out of Ta'hrekk's abused ass, moaning in pleasure as he continued to wildly hump it with sheer enthusiasm. In the meantime, Ta'hrekk was lying on his back with his legs spread wide open by the white paws of Rjeyk. He began to stroke his own cock with one paw, the other feeling up Kreivan's thigh. The werewolf held Ta'hrekk's head firmly, pushing it back and forth over his dripping meat. It was a spectacular sight. All 3 of them moaned consistently as the bed rocked back and forth, accompanied by the sound of bed frame sqeaking. Rjeyk held Ta'hrekk's cream furred thighs tightly as he slapped hard against his ass, felling the anal walls rub tightly against his cock. He moaned loudly as his collision with Ta'hrekk's ass rocked the coyote himself back and forth on the bed. Kreivan looked down on his submissive coyote, watching his lower body rocking to the rhythm of the slap sounds and thrusts of the white wolf in front of him. In addition, he watched the coyote's head moving also in rhythm with Rjeyk's thrusts over his black cock, as well as Ta'hrekk furiously masturbating with his paw.
"That's right bitch, suck me good. Open your legs wider for your wolf friend." Kreivan managed to mutter under substantial pleasure.
Ta'hrekk obediently tightened his ass around Rjeyk's cock, awarding him with a loud howl from the snow wolf. He also sucked the meat in his mouth faster than ever, suckling at its tip occasionally before sliding his maw and tongue back up and down the shaft again. He moved is paw on the werewolf's thigh and began squeezing his oversized testicles that were constraining close to its owner's body. Kreivan let out a satisfied moan. He held Ta'hrekk's head sideways over his cock, holding both his tip and Ta'hrekk's head firmly in place. Ta'hrekk held out his tongue under and around the top of Kreivan's length, waiting for cum to flow out as Kreivan stroked his cock through the final stages of his orgasm.. Before he knew it, the werewolf let out a final moan before spraying ropes of the warm, viscous wolf cum; some shooting deep into Ta'hrekk's hungry mouth, some drooping heavily on the coyote's lower jaw and chest, thoroughly covering both with the werewolf juice. Simultaneously, Rjeyk let out a final howl, throwing his head up in pleasure. Before cumming, he pulled out his hard cock and grinded it hard with Ta'hrekk's. Rocking back and forth as the hardened cocks slid over each other, Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk moaned together as both of their malehoods erupted a volcano of sticky hot semen, landing all over the covered coyote as well as his face and onto Kreivan's cock. Ta'hrekk still lapped the Kreivan's cock clean as the werewolf held him tight, tasting a brilliant mixture of all three of their brand of jizz. Ta'hrekk then turned around and went on all fours to clean the semen off of Rjeyk's cock, getting light moans from the white wolf. Kreivan turned Ta'hrekk's front side up and with 5 large licks across his entire body, he managed to almost completely clean the coyote's front, licking his lips in satisfaction. Rjeyk pulled Ta'hrekk's head off his cock only to kiss the coyote deep in the lips and licked the excess cum off his lower jaw.
All three of them then thwamped down onto the bed, only to find it already sticky and wet with more cum.
"Geez, what a mess we've made" Rjeyk said.
Kreivan smiled. "Blame this horny one over here. He can't get enough of this stuff."
Ta'hrekk grinned. "I won't have enough until I have both of you in me at the same time!"
Both Rjeyk and Kreivan smirked mischievously, figuring out that licking all of the cum up simply drove them more into arousal.
"Well, let's clean ourselves up a little in the pool room" Kreivan offered, "then you'll get your wish you slutty coyote!"
Ta'hrekk only laughed as all three of them walked out of the room, towards the poolroom.
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Title: 48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 41
Tags: slavery, domination, sapphic relations, shibari, cbt, anal play, pillory, daisy chain
*Authors' Note: At last, it is time for the Men's Party, Niamh's suggestion in support of Julie's Opera Project. Will the men (and the Empress) be impressed with Martin's potential First Lady? Will the three "Acts" go well enough to generate fundraising for the Project? Will Dagmar, the newest slave, manage to disrupt the Party in some way? These questions will be answered in this Part. (Possibly, the next Part will handle The Meaning of Life.)*
*J Spe and Taliesin1*
Chapter 104: Getting to the Yacht
The day for the Men's Party arrived. The planning was done, so far as possible, to the last detail. Julie and One, who seemed permanently attached to the Culinary Service as Chef's "personal assistant," supervised the loading of food and drink, as well as some "toys," into the small fleet of trucks that would supply the *Ocean Star* for the evening. Julie was nervous, naturally, and fussing around all the preparations. This was an important milestone in her preparation for the First Lady position as well as for the fate of the Opera Project.
Chef growled, "For goodness sake, Julie, this isn't the first party I've catered."
Julie grinned and relaxed. She realised that she didn't have to do it all on her own. Chef's team and the Security team would watch her back, and Niamh and Sally would also be there to support her. She was still a bit concerned about Dagmar, but she hoped the newest slave was intimidated enough not to make any trouble.
Pat and Anne checked the four slaves — houris, for this evening — before bringing them to the lobby of The Enterprises' Headquarters. Martin, Edward, Charles and Igor were there to see them off, not before giving each a "good luck" kiss. Julie thought her trainer, Igor, looked a bit pensive. She mentioned it to Niamh, who shook her head. "No way! They're sending off a team of slaves to a fundraiser with a million-dollar goal on somebody else's yacht. Why on Earth would anybody be worried?"
Sally chipped in with a similar outlook. "It's not like we're going to run off with the cash, is it?"
Even Dagmar cracked a smile. She had been mostly quiet in the week, learning what the Sexual Arts trainers were trying to teach her in an accelerated schedule. She had passed each test, usually with plenty of credits to spare. Still, Julie wondered, was she harboring some plan for disaster?
The Chief of Security marshalled what seemed like a huge detachment of troops, both men and women, along with the usual fleet of SUVs, each a sleek and elegant conveyance, and one Mercedes Sprinter passenger van, windows curtained for privacy for this trip. Nevertheless, he told the slaves, the standard multi-point restraints would be in place for the trip to the yacht. Security crews came forward with the handcuffs for Transport Mode. Each slave was taken to the van and seated carefully. A short chain was clipped to the handcuff link. The three-point seatbelt was applied. Ankle shackles were clipped to D-rings at both sides of each seat.
For Julie, Niamh, and Sally, this was a familiar part of the Security Protocol. But, Dagmar remembered the van used when The Enterprises rescued Claire and her from the slavers; then, they were held by only a seatbelt and a single ankle cuff. Now, rather than fewer restraints along with a party atmosphere, there were more restraints and the atmosphere of going to war.
Sally sensed the despair in her sister slave. "Dagmar," she said softly, "you never were going to escape. Now, think a bit differently. The Enterprises has a huge investment in high-value assets — that's us — moving through rush hour traffic. If anyone tries to hijack these assets, how do you think The Enterprises is going to defend us? These restraints will, at least, slow the hijackers down until the cavalry rides to our rescue."
Sally could see Dagmar's eyes widen. "High-value assets? They really value us so much?"
"Yes, they do. You have to stop seeing everything only from your side if you're going to make it as a Good Slave. Otherwise, you'll miss the good things that can come, even to a slave."
The Chief of Security was finally satisfied with the passengers, the crews, the vehicles, and goodness-knows-what-else. The procession started off with a final wave from the Concierge staff.
Having made several trips to the Opera office, Julie and Niamh were ready for the starts and stops of rush hour traffic. To their surprise, the procession moved smoothly, if not with speed. Julie said something about the traffic and the Security crew riding shotgun grinned. "Little lady, traffic in every big city runs by computer these days. This trip is big enough to catch the eyes in the Transportation IT department. We should have a nice smooth ride all the way."
Niamh and Julie exchanged surprised looks. Who would have thought a Security type would explain anything to a slave!
When they reached the wharf where "their yacht" was docked, the van moved to the base of the gangplank and the escort SUVs parked around it. Security crew opened doors, released shackles, unbelted belts, and unlocked handcuffs. Working in pairs, they moved each slave up the gangway, along with the support staff for the evening, and into a fairly large Reception Area where each slave was transferred to a ship's crew. In moments, The Enterprises' Security staff and vehicles were gone, leaving no markers to show where the "high-value assets" were placed.
Sally voiced a thought. "You know, they did that job with professional skill. We should arrange something to thank them." Julie and Niamh, at least, smiled their agreement.
The Captain made an entrance, with the ship's crew coming to attention. The slaves caught on quickly and followed suit. The Captain's smile signaled that this was the proper procedure.
"Good afternoon to our landlubber friends," the Captain announced. "We're here to help you with your project. The sailor with each of you will show you to the stateroom we've assigned to you. You'll find your costumes, equipment, and toys are already stowed in the cabinets, so take a moment to familiarize yourself with their location. Your sailor will bring you up to the Main Salon, where we've set up the Dinner Buffet. We've got kneeling pads with each of your names alternating with regular chairs for your guests. Please seat your guest to your left, so that you will be to his right. Otherwise, the pad pattern will be screwed up. Do you understand so far?"
Julie and Niamh, who had worked on this pattern, quickly answered "Yes, Sir." Sally, with a mysterious grin, answered, "Aye, aye, Sir." Dagmar, clearly late, murmured her "Yes, Sir" quietly.
The Captain swept onwards. "After dinner, we have two possibilities for you. You can take your guest back to your stateroom or you can use the Playroom, which has another set of equipment to answer any of your needs; our ship's Engineer will be available to help with the lighting or lifts. I understand that the last part of the program will be held in the Playroom.
"Just one note more. This ship has extensive electronic surveillance assets. I understand that's one reason it was selected for this event. Your Security Department is keyed into all the places where you and your guests are likely to go. This is, of course, for your protection. If your guest tries to take you somewhere that is not well-lighted, that may be because surveillance is not available. In any case, check with your sailor for any questions; they have orders to be nearby and easily called, but not to interfere in any of the events you have arranged. Do you understand?"
Again, the four slaves made their understanding clear.
Escorted by a sailor, each slave found her stateroom and checked its "furnishings." Then, they explored the Playroom, where each slave was impressed by the thought that had gone into designing such a space. "There's more room here than in any of The Enterprises' Correction Rooms," observed Niamh.
"Yes, but The Enterprises has a lot more rooms with 'special equipment,'" answered Sally.
Julie checked with the ship's Engineer for the use of the lifts and cables in the Playroom. "We'll be using these towards the end of the evening." The Engineer went over Julie's Outline of Activities and promised, "Ma'am, it looks like smooth sailing for this program." The two shared a laugh at the pun.
As the time for the men to arrive approached, the slaves returned to their staterooms and dressed for the reception. Anne and Pat had worked on the wardrobes for the evening. The first dress was actually a cocktail dress, the Hunter Mini Dress from X by NBD, the "party girl's go-to brand," a modern makeover for the cocktail dress. Just 26" from the sweetheart neckline to the mid-thigh hem, the lacy black overlay showed a mesh of cut-outs. The elastane-containing lining, a contrasting nude color, provided the feminine essence. Martin had observed, "This dress is exactly how to start a party: long legs and short skirts."
The slaves assembled in the Reception Area where each picked up a silver tray bearing a frosty flute of Champagne and formed a line. Again, the Captain swept into the area, but this time he was stopped in amazement by the slaves' presentation. Sally thought she could see the thoughts flowing across his face: *I know they're just a coffle of slaves, but — Davy Jones! — what a bunch of bodies!*
Recovering, the Captain announced, "Folks, there's a bunch of cars just come onto the wharf, and it looks like your guests are getting acquainted before coming aboard. I've sent a sailor to invite them aboard, so they should be here any moment."
And it was so. Four men, each with an expression of curiosity on his face, entered the area and paused, a bit uncertain of the proprieties. This, the Captain could deal with!
"Gentlemen, welcome aboard! Please allow me to introduce your hostesses for this evening's party. First, is Julie, who is the manager for the overall Opera project. Second, is Niamh; this party was her idea. Third, is Sally. And fourth, our newest member is Dagmar. Each of these lovelies has a flute of Champagne for you."
Julie had worried about how to assign each guest as the evening's Master for each slave. The Empress had sent a short biography and a photo of each man and Julie had scrutinized these for hints on their assignments. Finally, she decided the slaves should be assigned by lot, to avoid any possible suggestion of playing favourites, or that she picked herself an easy man. The Concierge Service had prepared a Welcome Packet for each guest, labelled with the name of a slave, appropriately embellished, and packed them in a vintage Chinese lotus bowl, presented on a wooden stand.
With a flourish indicating the lotus bowl, the Captain invited each man to select his slave.
As each man drew a packet, he was rewarded with a beautiful and attentive woman, who handed him a flute of Champagne and engaged him in light-hearted conversation. First up was Sally, then Niamh, and finally Julie and Dagmar were paired up.
Niamh thought the Captain's speech a bit flat, but then, how many times had the Captain had to introduce a team of sex slaves to some new Masters? She chuckled inwardly at the brief confusion among the men.
But, these were leaders in their businesses. With only a word or two, each identified the slave he had won and the group approached the slaves. Julie's man introduced himself with just a name: John, then added, "I'm a commodity broker." Niamh's man was a Japanese who introduced himself as Master Takana. Sally was selected by a short man named Tom. Dagmar's man was a young man who introduced himself as Derek. Each took the flute of bubbly and, pocketing the keycard, saluted his prize.
Julie had a moment of panic when Dagmar, the newest slave, was drawn by the least experienced Master, the young man who had been nominated by the Empress and would be Act Three. Her Inner Goddess merely laughed and said, "Murphy's law ― you'll just have to wing it." Dagmar, by this time, had decided that her best course was to play along, at least for the moment. She curtseyed prettily and offered the flute of Champagne. Relieved, the other slaves gave Dagmar a quick smile.
Raising a hand to excuse herself from her man for a moment, Julie greeted Derek, the Empress' Young Man. "Sir, we're very pleased you have joined us tonight. We're looking forward to later this evening."
The Captain's invitation to dinner moved the group to the Dining Salon. As each of the slaves led her man across the buffet, it was clear that these were "meat and potatoes" types: each signaled for several slices carved from the standing rib roast; not much salad was taken; steamed carrots and broccoli were the only vegetables favoured. From the quantity of food loaded onto the dinner plates, it was clear that each man knew he was responsible for feeding his slave.
There was no confusion about seating arrangements: each man went directly to the chair to the left of the kneeling pad labelled for his slave. As the dining began, the slaves were pleased that their temporary Masters seemed comfortable with the arrangements. And, each slave felt comfortable after her feeding. Sally, whose experience with dinners alongside a Master was the most extensive, noticed that the men seemed at ease, both with each other and with a serving slave. As might be expected, the conversation was mostly about the impressive yacht, their gratitude to the Empress for their invitation, some recent sports headlines, and — very peripherally — some international politics.
Julie was pleased to answer one question about what was the next production of the Opera, but no one reacted to the news that it would be Mozart's *Magic Flute*. She began to worry whether this group would be receptive to the fundraising remarks she had prepared?
There was also time to notice that Dagmar seemed to be fitting smoothly into her man's conversation as well as feeding efforts. Julie thought it ironic, but fitting, that the newest slave was working with the man who was going to "try out" slavery later on.
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Chapter 105: Act I Begins
Dinner over, it was clear that the men were ready for Act I. Julie rose from her kneeling pad and announced, "Gentlemen, thank you for your kind attentions during dinner. Now, on behalf of the institution we're here to support, our local Opera company, the Empress and The Enterprises welcomes your use of these delightful damsels. Your Welcome Packet has your keycard for your personal room or, if you'd like, the Playroom is open. Let's all return to this Salon in about an hour, please."
Julie's man smiled thinly as he took her hand and led her to the Playroom. "Julie, I believe the first command would be for you to strip, right?"
The slave smiled and said, "Yes, Master." Wearing not much clothing, there was no sensuous striptease, but the balletmaster's training showed Julie's moves embodied grace and control. She moved to Standing Presentation, with her feet shoulder width apart, her head level, and her hands locked behind her neck, elbows out to the side.
As the man circled his slave, he recounted the commerce of his day. "Julie, I'm a commodity broker; I send ships with stuff all over the world. The US Fed made some moves that made gold and silver drop today. China is having problems in its steel industry, so iron and steel prices fell today. The Bank of England is fussing with the pound sterling and the Bank of Japan is still trying to move the yen. On top of these, the Baltic Dry Index, which assesses the price of moving raw materials over 23 standard sea routes, plunged. The BDI is a leading economic indicator because these raw materials are headed someplace to become finished products, what you buy for your house or factory. It's supposed to be pretty efficient as an indicator of future economic growth and production. Do you understand what kind of day I've had?"
Julie recognized strain in his voice, along with doses of anger and worry about the future. "Yes, Master," she replied. "But, don't these statistics and indices move with some volatility?"
She could see surprise and some curiosity in his eyes. "Hmm," was his reply.
Then, "The problem is that none of these numbers is actually worth anything for predicting the future. The Baltic is supposed to, but the supply of ships is so inelastic, while it's pretty easy to decide to buy or not to buy a load of coal or steel to run through your factory. That makes for lots of volatility. And that might be nice for economics professors, but it's Hell on wheels for brokers.
"So," he finished up, "I've had a lousy day and I'm not in the mood for games. What I'm in the mood for is a simple whipping girl. Do you understand?"
Julie understood. The Playroom's main "feature" was its size: the width of the yacht and the height of two decks. It was designed for a Master or Mistress swinging any sort of whip they fancied.
The standard slave question hovered in the air for just a second before Julie managed an answer. "Please, Master, this slave understands. My Owner has trained me to know that my mission is to serve, to be of service, to be used. My Owner has placed me here tonight to serve, to be of service, to be used by you, to meet your standards."
The expressions crossing the broker's face seemed to show his surprise and then his pleasure. Gradually, his smile widened until it reached his eyes. To Julie, it seemed that he accepted his slave's dedication and would be pleased if she met his standards for responding to the whipping he was proposing.
*Well, I've had a caning — OK, a small caning — and I've survived strokes from a variety of whips during my training; I'll probably survive this.* Julie realized the logic wasn't exactly Aristotelian, but it would have to serve.
The man issued a stream of orders and Julie moved to comply. She found a hank of rope suitable for tying her hands, used a remote unit to let a cable down from a ceiling beam, and collected a range of instruments for her Master's inspection.
He opened the hank of rope and found the midpoint quickly. He placed Julie's hands palm to palm in front of her and, using the bight of the rope, tied a larkspur knot just above her wrists. He wrapped the doubled rope twice just above the knot and finished the binding with a cinch between her hands.
Carrying the free ends of the rope to the cable, he threw a half-hitch and then a half-hitch on a bight onto the ring holding the snaphook at the end of the cable. A touch on the remote lifted Julie's arms over her head, but did not stretch her. That, she knew, would come when he had selected the instrument of her whipping.
Julie watched his examination of the whips carefully. She recognized the care he took with each whip, testing the handle for a comfortable grip, testing the instrument for balance, and testing it for its ease of swing. Her Master was able to draw a loud crack from each instrument. For a moment, Julie wondered if she would be able to hear the crack separately from the crash as the lashes landed on her body.
The Master selected an old model whip, the standard cat-o'-nine-tails: two feet long, with one-third handle and two-thirds the tails that would mark her. Master's touch on the remote control lifted her arms to the regulation "Stretched" position. Julie just had time to notice the lashes were of rope before her Master ordered, "Slave, turn around. I want the first strikes to be on your back. I find that, when a slave cannot see the lash coming, it has a more powerful effect. Also, your back presents a broad canvas for painting my strokes. I learn from these so that the later strokes on your front are more decorative."
Emotions Julie thought "dead and buried" flooded the slave as she turned. This Master was going to "learn" as he whipped her back? Did this guy think a strike from a cat could be erased if it didn't "look right?" Anger was the first emotion she recognized. With sorrow, she recognized despair and hopelessness following on the heels of anger. Was her back only as valuable as a page in a sketch book?
Her Inner Goddess was her only support, and all that worthy could say was that this was simply a part of her Job Description. Martin and The Enterprises had valued her highly, and even this evening was a part of a grand project she had suggested and they had adopted.
It didn't prevent the first strike from splashing its fire from her right shoulder down to her left hip. Julie concentrated on taking another breath before she could give the standard response: "One, Master. Please, may I have another?"
Master silently watched as the welts blossomed. He had hesitated to use the cat on his own slaves, worried about disfiguring marks and about the emotional toll such marks might make on his slaves. On this slave, however, he was impressed that almost every one of the nine tails had left at least a short mark. The pattern itself was pleasing. He took a breath and delivered the second strike a bit lower than the first.
This strike caught Julie a bit unprepared, and she let slip a small cry. It was not what she wanted to do and she hurried to announce the count: "Two, Master. Please, may I have another?"
Again, Master watched the welts bloom. But, although the pattern was precise, it was not satisfying. This slave had made no error, done no crime, missed no standard. In fact, a small voice told him, she'd followed his orders exactly, not giving any sign of rebellion as he announced and then prepared her for the whipping. And her small cry? He'd heard louder and more heartfelt cries from a simple spanking. He stopped, his whip hand falling to his side, the falls caressing only the floor. For some reason, which he could not fully fathom, he was unable to continue whipping this slave. Her submission had been perfect and complete, her discipline impeccable. That cry, on reflection, had been more surprise than protest.
He felt a bit cheated. He'd wanted to work off his "bad day" with a good whipping, but this was not happening. Wasn't that what a slave was for? The small voice suggested that, perhaps, one reason was that this was someone else's slave. *Yes,* he supposed, *that too.* Another thought, one that he entertained most unwillingly, crept into his mind. He thought of his wife: elegant and beautiful, yes, but no more so than the slave suspended before him. His wife was often aloof, absorbed in her own interests and causes; uninterested in his business problems, as if they were not the source of wealth which made her easy life possible. He remembered, guiltily, that he had sometimes wished he could give her a sound flogging. This reverie ended with a start, as he noticed the reddening back of his borrowed slave, resigned to a thrashing that came from no fault of her own.
The slave he was watching was becoming concerned. The third strike should have come already, judging by the timing so far. When the Master ordered her to turn around, she was both pleased and sad. Master was satisfied with the practice strokes she had endured; now, Master would mark her front, almost certainly marking her breasts. Her Inner Goddess suggested that she was performing up to The Enterprises' standards. That was only a little encouraging.
As she turned, she felt the cable lowering her arms. Was the Master thinking of a different position? a different binding?
"Julie," the Master announced, "you've performed up to my standards, and I shall tell Martin, your Owner, exactly that. But, this whipping isn't making my day better. Come over to the table; I think they've put out some ointments to help with the pain and marks."
A single pull on the half-hitch on a bight and the knot to the cable dissolved. Master grinned at the flash of surprise on his slave's face. "It's a simple knot I learned as a kid. Putting it on a bight maintains the knot but one pull on the working end takes it apart."
Just a few moments were needed to free her hands. Automatically, Julie moved to Position One and "expressed her gratitude" that Master had found her efforts "up to standards."
The broker gave a short laugh. "Well, yes, my dear, but I've still had a bad day. Now, hold still for this ointment stuff. I'm told it feels cold on application."
It did, but it was just what Julie needed to make the pain recede into the background. Master was silent as he worked the ointment into the stroke marks. Julie and her Inner Goddess thought about the mission statement Julie had quoted earlier; part of it was that the slave should be ready with whatever Master was going to need in the next moments, right? What could they do to help Master?
"Please, Master," Julie began slowly, "you mentioned a Baltic Dry Index, something about sea trade routes? But, the Baltic isn't that big a sea, is it?"
The broker's laugh was more jovial. "Julie, that's not where the name comes from. The name comes from the coffee shop on Threadneedle Street in London, where merchants and shipowners arranged for shipment of cargoes, many of which came from what Britain called "the colonies" in the New World. Now, the index covers shipping world-wide and breaks it down by the size of the ship, from Handysize around 15,000 tons, to Supramax at 50,000 tons, to Panamax at 60-80,000 tons, and the Capesize over100,000 tons."
Julie sensed an opening and decided to press a bit. "And which of these is the most important?"
The broker was engaged. "Well, the Capesize is the smallest number of ships, but it carries almost two-thirds of world commerce." He felt more comfortable talking about something that he knew he was good at, probably even an expert. He told Julie about the first time he'd arranged for one of the Capesize cargoes: it was some kind of exotic lumber from Africa bound for furniture factories in the American South. He'd sweated practically an ocean until the ship had docked and unloaded, but he'd made a solid profit and created a bit of a name for himself.
Julie liked the story and, prodded by her Inner Goddess, asked about other cargoes, other voyages. "We never think about all the stuff that moves from where it's grown or found to where somebody makes it into something we buy in a store."
"You're right," answered the broker, adding, "Nobody appreciates us," in a mournful tone.
His slave caught the try at humor and responded with a giggle, something she couldn't have imagined doing just a little while earlier.
As conversations will go, the broker told story after story, with his slave responding to each and asking a question for clarification every so often. They realized that their part in Act I was over when the other men and their slaves began to gather in the Main Salon.
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Chapter 106: Niamh's Party Master
After dinner, Master Takana had taken Niamh by the hand and led her away from the Dining Area.
"Slave, your name is quite foreign to me. What is your background?"
"If you please, Master, my background is from Ireland, where my name is not unusual."
Master Takana considered for a second. "How charming. Apparently, the Irish enjoy making a name into a puzzle."
They entered a storeroom, though it now seemed empty.
"Have you ever been tied, Niamh?"
"Yes, Master. I began bondage training quite recently."
"And what kind of bondage have you experienced?"
Niamh thought for just a few seconds, mentally counting of the kinds of restraint. "Please, Master, I have had wrist and ankle ties, hog-ties and tied to a post, both back and front."
Her Master laughed. "Then, I think this will be a new experience for you. Are you familiar with the terms *Kinbaku-bi* or *Shibari*?" He took up a large bag that had been placed by the wall, saying, "These are my paint brushes and art materials."
"Master, I don't know either of those terms. Are you going to paint my portrait?"
"Yes. In a way."
Niamh was intrigued as he unzipped the bag and produced lengths of bamboo and many metres of rope.
"A good portrait should be nude, don't you think? Please get undressed."
She slipped out of her dress, which was all she was wearing, and thought, *I'd better go to the Presentation Position, standing straight, hands behind my head and my legs parted.*
"Very pretty," Master Takana said, "but you can stand naturally for now." Niamh relaxed as he continued, "*Kinbaku-bi* means beautiful tight binding; it is the art of Japanese rope bondage. In the West, it is usually called *Shibari*, which just means 'tying,' usually a parcel."
Niamh remembered that she had, long ago, seen some pictures of Japanese women, usually half-clothed, tied up in what looked like very uncomfortable positions. She explained this to Master Takana in a way she hoped conveyed her misgivings, as well as her acceptance of whatever he intended to do. She had no intention of refusal, which would certainly bring dire consequences, but she also was hoping for reassurances.
He laughed at Niamh's sly assertions. "While it is true that *Kinbaku* derives from ancient methods of torture, you need not have any worries. I am *Nawashi*, a master rope artist. I hope you will find this actually a pleasant experience. I will take some beautiful photographs to give to your Owner, as a memento of this evening."
All the while, Master Takana had been preparing his ropes. Now he said, "Lift your arms to the front, parallel to the floor, and I will begin with a simple chest harness. This is called *takate kote*." He passed the rope twice around Niamh, beneath her breasts, then, from the back over each shoulder in turn, forming a knot, and then, cinching the two shoulder ropes, passed the rope around her again, under her armpits and above her breasts.
He talked to her all the time, telling of the history of *Kinbaku*, how it had originated with the ancient Samurai practice for holding prisoners of war, to more erotic implementations in the late 19th century.
"Since the war, it has migrated to the West, and it seems that now anything goes. Some of the ties are purely decorative and do not restrain the 'captive' at all."
Niamh was feeling a lot more comfortable now. In fact, the feel of the rope and the touch of the Master were becoming more and more sensual. She felt emboldened to make a quip.
"Master, I hope you will not resort to anything so un-traditional."
The Master laughed long and loud. "I can see you will become a very good *Kinbaku* model. Perhaps I will buy you from Martin."
Niamh didn't know whether to take this seriously or not, so she put on her most demure smile and replied, "*Che sara, sara,* Master." Of course, she had to explain this idiom, so ancient that its roots were lost, to the Master, who laughed uproariously and stroked her breasts, causing her nipples to spring to attention.
"It is rumoured Martin once *almost* sold a slave. But, perhaps we should not speak of this?"
Niamh knew the answer to that question. "Master, it shall be as you wish."
Master Takana finished the chest harness by passing the ends of the rope around the junction of the ropes above Niamh's breasts, the shoulder ropes and the column joining the loops below her breasts, forming a three-sided medallion of rope. When he had finished tying this figure, he turned a screen, which had a mirror on the other side. Niamh saw herself in bondage, and, for the first time, appreciated the aesthetic qualities of an art she had previously found only tedious, or uncomfortable, something she endured because her Owner had ordered it.
"Master, that is beautiful!"
"Are you surprised? This is only stage one. I'm going to take some photographs now." He re-arranged the lighting and shot her from every angle, and from full figure to minute detail.
"Are you feeling relaxed, Niamh?"
"Oh yes, Master. The binding was like stroking, and now I feel I am being tightly hugged."
"Very well, the next phase is more restrictive. Please place your forearms behind your back and kneel up on the platform." She clambered up on the platform and presented her back, arms linked behind. Master Takana proceeded to wind a new rope around each wrist, then bound her wrists together, with one bite of rope under her thumb and over her palm on each hand. The rope then travelled up to join the harness between her shoulder blades, and bound in her upper arms.
Niamh was now quite definitely captive, and virtually immobile. She could perhaps scramble to her feet — with difficulty — but, if she then fell over, she would have no way to break her fall. For a few moments, she felt her heart begin to race, but she also realised that her Master had been gentle with her and had explained each step and tie as he performed it. She remembered the lesson on power exchange: she was dominated, helpless clay in the hands of her Master, but he, on the other hand, would do everything for her, protect her, and guide her through the experience.
She relaxed and allowed herself to be moved and posed like a plasticine model, as he shot a long series of photographs.
"Has your Owner allowed your orgasm tonight?" he asked.
"He has promised us all a nice orgasm, Master."
"Well then, I'm sure he will not object if you have another. There is time to add a simple suspension, so I will see what can be achieved." At this stage, Niamh felt sure that Master Takana could, if he set his mind to it, achieve almost anything with rope.
The next rope wound around her hips, then around the top of each thigh, crossing with a twist over her crotch, exerting pressure on her sex. Niamh's first sensation was pressure on her bladder. *I hope I don't have to pee*, she thought, but as the binding continued, she felt a growing stimulation of her clitoris building the sexual tension that would have one inevitable end.
Her Master helped Niamh to lie prone on her belly while he attached further ropes to the chest harness, the hip binding, and then another tie to her ankles. All of these were attached to a movable bar which descended from the ceiling.
"This is definitely not traditional," he said as he activated the electric hoist, raising Niamh about a meter off the platform. "But it is very convenient." When he was satisfied, he took another series of photographs to document the event.
Niamh's weight added more tension to the ropes but still she felt oddly relaxed despite her helpless immobility and the swaying motion initiated by the hoist which brought further friction to her upper body and a delicious jolt to her sexual centre. She knew that she would soon be experiencing an intense orgasmic pleasure. *But I can't do anything for Master Takana*, she thought.
However, that thought was soon falsified.
The Master added one more tie, this time from a generous hank of her hair to the chest suspension, saying, "My dear, you look so erotically arousing, and I can see your own arousal, that I simply must enjoy you myself."
Niamh smiled to herself as she realised that her head was tilted at just the right angle to allow Master Takana easy access to her mouth. He stepped up on the platform and undid his trousers, presenting Niamh with a full erection. She opened her mouth, allowing him to slide into the cavity, greeting him with swirls of her tongue and gentle suction. He moved slightly inside her and those movements, though small, were sufficient to increase the friction on her clitoris. As she was rapidly reaching the point of no return, she was glad that her orgasm had been pre-approved, because she was incapable of asking permission. Nevertheless, she tried to ensure her Master came first, even though he seemed to have extraordinary powers of control.
Finally, Niamh could no longer suppress her body's reaction. She came, with a muffled yelp and a shudder that suffused every part of her body. At the same moment, her mouth was flooded by the Master's sperm. She could barely contain it, but somehow managed to keep most, as he slowly softened. When he disengaged, her mouth remained open, displaying his semen.
"Well done, Niamh," he whispered. "You may swallow."
She did so, gratefully, as he lowered her back to the platform, holding and stroking her for some time, before he began to unloose her ties. Helping the Master coil the ropes, Niamh snatched a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Crimson lines were appearing on her body where blood returned to the areas that had been constricted. The marks were a phantom of the harness she had worn, and Niamh knew they would last long enough to show off to the other slaves. She felt strangely proud of them, the mark of a service she had provided well, not just to Master Takana, but to Martin, her Owner.
Master Takana faced Niamh and bowed. Surprised, she bowed in return and told him, "Thank you, Master, for showing me the beauty of rope."
He smiled and took her again by the hand. "It's time to return to the salon. We are exactly on time for the next act."
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Chapter 107: Girl-on-Girl at the Men's Party
The Dining Salon filled with returning Masters and their slaves, once more dressed. Masters had shed their jackets and ties while the slaves had dressed in the Prima Donna Madam Butterfly Bra and Bikini Panty. Igor had selected this pair, remarking that it showed beauty and full coverage in an exquisite floral embroidered, multi-part bra and panty. The angled cup would shape the slaves' breasts while the side support panels would help center the bust and give forward projection. Igor also liked the embroidered appliqués scattered over the front and sides of the set, with an embroidered butterfly appliqué at the center of the back waistband.
The slaves got their men another round of drinks, and each man started telling the others that they had enjoyed the most beautiful, willing and responsive "companion" available. They were mildly joshing Derek, whose story seemed to indicate that he was not quite in full control of the scenario with Dagmar.
Sally whispered in her gentleman's ear and quietly disengaged from his embrace. She retrieved her accordion from the locker where she had stored it and faced the group as the light dimmed and several spotlights picked out the chanteuse and the padded mattress, really a gigantic futon, that had replaced the dining table.
Master Takana noticed the dimming lights and clapped his hands. "Attention, gentlemen!" he proclaimed. "I believe the floor show has begun."
"Messieurs et Mesdames, les chansons d'Edith Piaf!" Sally struck a pose. She explained that her songs were French classics, beginning with the story of a poor street girl who loves the musician at the dance hall. Alas, he has to go to war while she dreams that when he returns they will open a brothel, he as the boss while she takes the cash. But he doesn't return and she is alone, because the guys don't like girls with long faces. She ends up in a low-down dive, where she breaks down, yelling "Stop! Stop the music."
Then, with a brief accordion introduction, Sally began with *L'accordéoniste*:
La fille de joie est belle
Au coin de la rue là-bas
Elle a une clientèle
Qui lui remplit son bas...
Elle écoute la java
Mais elle ne la danse pas
Elle ne regarde même pas la piste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longues de l'artiste
There's a beautiful hooker
Down on the street corner
She has many clients
That fill up her purse
She hears the Java music,
But she doesn't dance
She doesn't even watch the dance floor
And her adoring eyes
Follow the nervous playing
And the long skinny fingers of the artist
Dagmar waited nervously for her part to begin. Niamh had begun performing a sultry dance to Sally's singing and Dagmar was to make the first move.
Sally had one particular song for the end of her bracket: *Milord*:
"The last song is about a girl from the docks who often sees an English Milord around town, usually with a beautiful young girl. He never notices the singer, until one night, all alone he sits at her table, breaks down and cries."
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu, qu'elle était belle!
J'en ai froid dans le coeur
Regardez-moi, Milord
Vous n'm'avez jamais vue...
Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ça, je l'aurai jamais cru
Victoriously, you walk
arm in arm with a young miss
My God, she is beautiful
I feel a chill in my heart
Look at me Milord
You've never seen me...
Milord, you're crying?
I wouldn't have believed it.
Dagmar had been primed on her part in the show, and this was her entrance cue.
She had been wrestling with her feelings since the "Commencement" where Sally had been offered her release. Now, she was both excited by the opportunity for sex with the other slaves and repelled by the thought of doing it in public, and before an audience of men, at that. She had hoped that the excursion outside The Enterprises' HQ would provide a chance of escape. If she could hide out for a few hours, she could make it back to her bank.
Her hopes had been dashed by the trip to the wharves. Security was ever present, standard restraints were in place, and the van doors were locked. Sally had sensed her agitation and taken her hand. Dagmar could see that Sally was calm, smiling, seemingly accepting their position. They had been escorted on board the yacht, not hurriedly, but firmly, and never unwatched.
*Go on with the show*, she decided, was the best thing to do.
She sidled up to Niamh, who was dancing to the song. Taking her by the hand, she led Niamh to the padded mattress, the giant futon, which was their stage. Niamh put her arm around Dagmar's waist and squeezed. They halted for a kiss. Dagmar trembled as Niamh embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Just pretend we are all alone."
Dagmar whispered back, "Don't worry, I'm all right. In fact, I had quite a good time with Derek; tell you later."
Dagmar began to stroke Niamh's back, working her way down to the buttocks as Niamh concentrated on kissing her neck. Though she was not usually attracted to other women, Niamh was happy to put on this show because she had just recently experienced an intense orgasm. She was still aroused and her skin still tingled where she had been bound. Dagmar's touches were enhancing those feelings. She suspected that Dagmar had come as well.
Sally joined Dagmar and Niamh, and moments later so did Julie. They surrounded the two, kissing their necks, nibbling on their ears and slipping their arms between them, caressing breasts and bellies. Sally and Julie began to undo the fastenings of the other slaves' lacy lingerie and slowly made them nude. Their hands were added to sensations building up in Niamh. She disengaged from Dagmar and turned to Sally, her gentle tormentor. Niamh pressed herself against Sally, feeling her firm breasts beneath the lace. Her hand deftly undid the clasps while she teased Sally's neck with her lips.
Dagmar was on her knees, pulling Julie's bottoms down and off her legs, burying her head between Julie's thighs. Julie pressed her closer, sliding down until her cunt was available to Dagmar's lips. Sally and Niamh, both naked, were down on the mattress by now. Niamh was exploring Sally's slit with her tongue while Sally employed her fingers in Niamh's folds, dipping a finger into the well-lubricated cunt. The tension was building in Niamh; she needed more! To signal this, she raised her head and playfully nipped Sally's clit, eliciting a shudder and a yelp of delight.
The desired result came in the form of a new hand that tweaked Niamh's nipple. It was Julie, signalling a change in formation. Sally moved herself about, still allowing Niamh access to her sex, while she now attended to Dagmar with her tongue. Julie took over the stimulation of Niamh and Dagmar continued her service to Julie. In this fashion, the "Daisy Chain" that had been discussed with the Empress and agreed between the slaves was accomplished.
Each girl was sucking and nibbling and being sucked and nibbled in a spiral of pleasure, assisted by the random application of hands and even feet. A seeming perpetual motion machine, that increased the arousal with every revolution, until Dagmar jerked and groaned, setting off a chain reaction of gyrations and orgasms around the circle.
The men had been spellbound and silenced by this display of raw feminine sexuality. Some leaned forward, as if to catch every nuance of action in this drama. When, finally, the moans and twitching of the girls subsided, unrehearsed — but as one — the men burst into a round of applause. The ladies gathered themselves together and, facing the men, bowed deeply.
They stood for a moment holding hands, their bodies shining with sweat, catching their collective breaths. Master Takana raised a finger. "Ladies you must have enjoyed your meal; you devoured it! I must apologize for not providing napkins, but as our mothers taught us, good manners require a clean face. Please turn to your partner and take care of this without using your hands."
After a moment's hesitation, Julie took the initiative — and Dagmar's face, planting kisses and licks on cheeks and chin. Sally leaned into Niamh. She caught a drip under Niamh's chin and worked her way to the upper lip. As the four women enthusiastically completed their task, several men found the display even more arousing than the main performance.
Julie took the lead again and pulled Dagmar into a tight embrace. Sally reacted with a deep kiss and hug with Niamh.
Sally saw to refreshing each man's drink while the other slaves slipped into Lulus' Star Spangled Ivory Backless Lace Rompers for the remainder of the evening. The short uniform drew admiring looks from the men, especially when Dagmar did a few twirls. As the other slaves rejoined the gathering in the salon, Sally also donned the white uniform.
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Chapter 108: Act Three of the Party
Julie and Niamh were exhausted but pleased that the Girl-on-Girl Second Act had gone so well — for the slaves — and had been received so enthusiastically by the men. Now, Act Three needed to be started.
The young man, Derek, took the initiative away from Julie, something which she was surprised to find irritated her.
"My friends," he announced, "I'd like to invite you to observe a Third Act this evening. As you may know, my family has had slaves for a few generations and I've grown up without thinking much about slaves or slavery. It was always just something there, ready-to-wear, right off the rack, to mix a few metaphors."
The other men paused and, curiosity on their faces, looked around the room for clues about what was about to happen. This hadn't been mentioned in any of the contacts or notices leading up to the party. Derek's metaphor reference eventually settled on them and they returned to their seats, expectant.
Neither Julie nor Niamh thought it wise to interrupt Derek, who seemed to know what and how he wanted to set up the rest of the evening.
"Now, while I've been setting up our business here in the SAR, I've thought about these things a bit more. Frankly, I don't really know much about this topic. So," — he paused for a deep breath and the men could see a look of resolve settle around him — "I asked the Empress to set up an *Introduction to Slavery* for me."
Everyone could hear the capital letters in his voice, which stayed strong.
"The rules are simple. This is to be as realistic as possible. There is no bar to our hosts saying or doing anything they would say or do to or with a real slave. There is no "safe word" here. I will submit as long as our hosts, and you fine gentlemen, will require it, although we all have to be at our usual offices in the morning."
This last, clearly the end of his speech, was greeted by a smattering of applause and smiles all around. In a moment, Julie felt the atmosphere change. Her nod to the engineer lowered the general room lighting just enough to emphasize the spotlight on Derek. Niamh passed a riding crop to her and Julie moved to face the new slave.
"Slave Derek," she started, "in a few moments we are going to move to the yacht's Playroom. There are a few rules in our slave corridor. Your obedience will be instantaneous and it will be complete. When I or my trainers give you a command, we will ask 'Do you understand?' This is your only chance to ask for an explanation of whatever you don't understand. Otherwise, you will answer simply, "Yes, Mistress," and you will perform the act commanded. Do you understand?"
Quickly and smoothly, Derek answered, "Yes, Mistress, ask for explanation and perform the command."
Led by Julie, the three men, the "new slave," and the Mistresses made their way to the Playroom. From her position just off to one side, Niamh breathed a bit easier. *At least, we started off properly.*
Julie started the catechism they had rehearsed. "A slave has no rights. A slave is property. A slave does not own his body. A slave's mission is to obey, to serve, and to be used. Do you understand?"
Julie thought there was just a hint of a smile on Derek's face. Was he gaining some confidence that he could manage this act?
Derek took a moment too long to answer the standard slave question. Julie applied a slash from the crop across his right shoulder. It wasn't a particularly hard slash, but it wiped the smile off Derek's face. *He's probably not so confident now,* thought Niamh, who had also detected the smile.
"Do you understand?"
The answer was rushed; one lesson had been learned. "Yes, Mistress, I am to obey, to serve, to be used."
Julie made sure her face showed neither smile nor frown. A slave must pick up clues to his Mistress' desires from almost nothing. He had a moment of appreciation for how helpful his own slaves were. But, he continued to focus on Julie.
"Your first service is to show yourself to your betters. You will strip. You will make yourself naked. You will put your former clothes into the basket Niamh will bring you. Now. Do you understand?"
He was already opening his shirt as he replied, "Yes, Mistress, strip naked." It wasn't sensuous or sensual, but it was functional and fast. Niamh's basket disappeared. He wanted to wonder if he'd ever see it again, but he closed off that thought as Julie began speaking.
"Now, slave, two more rules. You will not make any sounds except to speak when asked a direct question. You will not look directly at me or any of the Mistresses here. Do you understand?"
Again, a quick reply. "Yes, Mistress, no speaking, no direct looks." And Derek realized that he was the only one naked in the room. The men had dressed after the Act One usages and the females wore the lacy white lingerie. As with the No Speaking rule, he surmised, it was a maneuver to build some humiliation into his slave experience.
"Put your hands at the small of your back."
He felt his hands move before he could wonder what this Mistress was going to do with them. What she did was fix each wrist in a pair of shiny handcuffs.
Julie permitted herself a small smile. It was time for a "nice, soothing, word" for the slave.
"These manacles," she said, deliberately using the more menacing term, "are new. Virgin. Yours is the first skin they have tasted."
It was a test. Derek thought he should respond to such a compliment, but there had been no question. The mild burn on his shoulder convinced him to remain silent.
Julie nodded at the slave. "That was a test, slave. In the free world, you would have a polite answer. In the slave world, nobody is interested in what you think or what you think you have to say. Now, this position is what we call Transport Mode. We will use it to move you around, to get you to the places where we want you."
His mind reacted. Transport to where *they* wanted him. In slavery, he would not be going where *he* wanted to go. He felt a layer of control, of civilization, fall away from him and thought, *That's a pretty grand idea, and just from wearing a set of handcuffs.* But he knew it was true. A bit of worry started in his mind. *Where are they going to take me? Off the yacht? To some slave corridor?*
The answer appeared without announcement. Julie grabbed his prick and gave a small jerk to get him moving. She led him around to each of the other men, and then to the other females, pointing to his "package."
"It's not the biggest package we've seen, but his history shows it has worked fairly well. Our first modification for his body is to increase the length of his ballsac. For this, we will use a parachute."
Niamh brought a C-shaped disk of plastic and wrapped it around the neck of his scrotum, bringing the ends to overlap, forming a cone with its open end covering his balls. Snaps held the cone in place. Niamh hooked small weights to four rings and gently let their weight pull on the cone.
Derek couldn't see this application, but he did feel the instant pull on his ballsac. It wasn't painful, at least not yet, but he had never heard of such an application, and worry started to grow in his mind.
Julie used his prick as a lead as she showed the parachute to each of the audience. With some thickening and lengthening of his prick evident, Julie suspected Derek was actually enjoying this manipulation of his manhood. Eye contact with Niamh suggested that they were ready to move to the next test.
"Handcuffs are quite adaptable to many uses," Julie lectured the new slave as she led him to a position in the center of the room. "I'm going to change yours. When I free your right wrist, I want you to hold your arms straight out in front of you. No other movements. No shoulder movements. No movements to work out any muscle kinks. Immediately and straight out front. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, straight out front."
The audience could see a flight of emotions cross Derek's face. For one not used to Transport Position, even the short time he had been in the position must have given the new slave some unfamiliar stretches of unused muscles. But the command included no moves or shakes to get a cramp to let go. It was going to be a test for the slave.
Julie freed the right wrist and Derek swung his arms around to "straight out front." Julie quickly reapplied the right wrist handcuff and left his arms outstretched.
"Slave, you did that exactly as ordered. This is the standard we're going to expect tonight."
Niamh signaled the engineer and the whir of a cable descending from the ceiling filled the room. Niamh clipped the snaphook on the cable to the links between the cuffs and signaled for the cable to rise.
Derek followed the gradual rise of his arms as they passed his shoulders, then his face, and continued upward. He realized that the cable could go all the way to the ceiling, and had a flash of panic as he realized that would haul him off the floor, to hang from just the steel bracelets of the handcuffs.
The cable stopped with his arms pulled up, but his feet still on the floor. His mind sent out a prayer of thanks, but the worry seated itself a bit deeper. The "demonstration of adaptability" for the handcuffs must have some further point, he figured. Stretched as he was, he could think of only one reason: they were going to whip him.
Sally wheeled a small trolley to the slave. He could move enough to see it bore a basin of water and a tray of shavers. The Mistress covered his package with shaving gel — a rather comfortable, cooling sensation, Derek thought. That thought evaporated as Sally started shaving his lower abdomen and pubic region, flipping his prick from side to side as she worked.
"Raise your left leg," she ordered. Derek responded even before he figured out what she wanted to do, which was to reach the hair between his ballsack and the rosebud of his anus.
"Lower the left leg and raise the right," followed in just a few moments. Derek was not ready for the obvious command, and complied slowly. From behind him, Julie applied another cut with her crop.
Anger flared in Derek's mind, along with a short cry escaping from his mouth. He was trying, wasn't he? How fast did they expect him to go?
Julie came around to face the new slave. "I expect you're a bit upset by the cut of my crop. Slaves do not get upset. Because your Mistresses want you to understand their expectations, I will explain. You should be processing each maneuver we put you through. You should understand that we are removing your bush. You should have been ready to change legs when your Mistress ordered it. You were not ready. We think that means you were not thinking about what your Mistress was going to want. That is a failure, and it requires a correction. The correction was a cut of the crop. Corrections often hurt, but they will not harm you. We think you are a valuable unit of merchandise, of property. What would be the point of harming you? Now, a hurt will always heal. Of course, once you are hurt, you will know that you can be hurt again. This knowledge, we know, makes the correction more effective for the slave. Do you understand?"
It was the longest speech Derek had heard about slavery. He saw the logic quickly, and the worry deepened in his mind. They could use the crop, and probably other more painful devices, any time. He could have "hurts" piled on each other. But now, his Mistress was waiting for an answer.
"Please, Mistress," he started, but then realized he wasn't sure what to say. He fell back on, "I'll try better," adding "Mistress" as an afterthought.
Julie waved the crop, an action that had Derek flinching. It was impossible to ignore a simple fact: he was learning that slaves are not in control of themselves, and not in control of what positions or actions they may be compelled to take. There was less confidence, now, replaced by feeling "adrift." He wondered, *how did his slaves at home manage to survive this loss of control?*
"Did you say 'try?'" asked Julie. "Slave, you must understand that 'try' is a term in rugby —British football — or in American football. Slaves do not 'try.' Slaves perform up to standards. We will train you to our standards and you will perform up to those standards. Do you understand?"
Derek's wall of worry received this explanation with some despair. Did these Mistresses expect perfection every time? He formulated an answer he thought might satisfy. "Yes, Mistress, perform up to standards."
He noticed Julie's smile did not reach her eyes.
By the time his Mistress had his package shaved cleanly enough for her standards, Derek was feeling the cooling effects of the shave gel where his bush had been. Several hands ran over the area, testing for stray hairs. To Derek, these touches were not the pleasant and stimulating caresses of his own slaves, but tests for further passes by the shavers. His prick had stopped responding to flicks sending it one way or another. His ballsac, weighted by the parachute, was beginning to ache, and he wondered if, indeed, it was now longer.
The cable began to let his arms down, and Derek became tense. Another maneuver, another test was starting! The worry, now seated deeply in his mind, added a new dimension. Could he figure out what his Mistresses wanted, and in time to meet their standards?
With his arms at the horizontal, the cable stopped. He was told that the handcuffs were going to be removed, but that he was to keep his arms outstretched. Niamh and Julie unsnapped the cable, which retracted, and freed his wrists from the handcuffs. After just a bit of a dip, he managed to keep his arms at the horizontal until the Mistresses each took an arm and brought it around to his back.
"We are pretty sure you don't know what a boxtie is," Niamh announced, "so this is your first bondage position. We will position each hand at the opposite elbow and we want you to grasp that elbow while we apply the rope." He felt his hands and arms being positioned and grasped his elbows as ordered. "Very good, slave," said Niamh, "now just hold the position."
Dagmar brought several hanks of rope and he could feel coils of rope grasping and then tightening against his forearms. He thought he could tell that knots were being tied, but he could not feel them.
"We tie the knots where your hands can't reach them," Niamh added. "We've found that slaves are more comfortable knowing that."
Derek's only thought was that the ropes, so far, were not painful. He wondered if the coils would cut off his circulation, but then realized that that would be a "harm" and Mistress Julie had told him that there was no reason to harm a valuable "unit of merchandise." He wanted to believe her, but wondered, *would a Mistress lie to her slave, perhaps to get the slave to be more compliant?*
As if she could read his mind, Julie had a lecture ready for him. "There must be complete trust between slave and Mistress. If a slave doesn't trust his Mistress, that could lead to mistakes in understanding what his Mistress wants and needs, leading to the slave failing his duty to his Mistress. If a Mistress cannot trust her slave, how can she give him any privileges? How can she be sure she is meeting his basic needs? For this reason, your Mistresses will never lie to you. You can always trust their word. And, similarly, you must never lie to your Mistress; it is a sign of disrespect. These are nonstarters in our world of slavery."
More rope was used to wrap his arms loosely to his chest, running above and below his nipples. Fingers wrapped rope around the strands in each armpit, taking up the slack and tightening this chest harness. He had seen this in photos of some Japanese *Shibari*, or *Kinbaku*, bondage models, and now felt how powerful those extra wraps were. He could move only his fingers, and not very much, at that. Again, he was paraded by a Mistress through the audience so the men could examine, and test with their fingers, the placement and tightness of ropes and knots. One man also fingered his nipples, finding them more erect than flat. The new slave was a bit embarrassed by this familiar handling, as well as by the state of his nipples.
Julie came around to his field of vision for a moment, but disappeared as she bent to examine his parachute. "I do believe we're seeing some stretching here," she intoned in a flat voice. "Now, we have a package we can put on display."
Derek couldn't understand what she meant. She had led him around by his prick, showing his prick and ballsac to the men and women before and after applying the parachute. Could there be that much change that more display was needed? His wall of worry began to develop an arch of humiliation.
Naimh, who had applied the parachute, appeared to remove, first the weights, and then the plastic disc. "Oh, yes," she exclaimed, "this prick and balls are much prettier now!"
Mistress Sally moved a sheet-draped piece of equipment into the center of the room. With a flourish, she removed the sheet, presenting a platform a little more than a meter square with a square wooden post rising from its center. The post was topped by a fan-shaped shelf of clear plastic, tilted forward just a bit. The handle of the fan, about three centimeters wide, was extended for several centimeters, ending in a window about two centimeters wide. Just before the window, the handle showed a soft mound of black vinyl. From each side of the fan portion, a threaded metallic column rose about five or six centimeters.
The new slave had no idea what the device was, but the fine finish and clean lines suggested it was an important piece of furniture. That was enough for his imagination to infer that he would experience it as a torture device.
Niamh led him to the device, mounting the platform from the "handle" side. She pulled him forward, so the handle slid between his legs, until his thighs were against the fan-shaped shelf. She spread his ballsac on the shelf, between the two upright columns.
Two Mistresses came to his sides, and Niamh passed his prick to one of them. The other held a clear plastic rectangle with two rows of holes in the long dimension of the plastic and slots running between the holes and the long edges.
Julie began a lecture, and Derek switched his attention to this Mistress. "There is a long history of use of stocks and pillories, but people often get them confused. The short version is that stocks generally hold the victim's feet, while a pillory holds the victim's neck and wrists. This device has some features of both. For instance, the shelf holds our slave's balls on display. You can see how much this display benefits from his prior exposure to the parachute as a ball-stretcher. Now, Niamh and I are going to shackle his feet in place, so that qualifies this as a set of stocks."
The two Mistresses wrapped leather cuffs around Derek's ankles, buckling them in place. Each cuff carried a D-ring and each Mistress used a short chain to lock Derek's ankles to the sides of the platform. Of course, spreading his legs to reach the width of the platform lowered his crotch onto the fan-shaped shelf and handle. Julie checked his buttocks, spreading them so his body could sink lower onto the shelf and handle.
"Now, his balls are held onto the shelf, so this qualifies as a pillory."
The men crowding around Derek nodded approvingly, with one commenting, "Exactly so. Very nice."
"Thank you, Sir," said Julie. "Now, I'm sure everyone noticed two components of the handle to the shelf that is displaying our slave's so-nice balls. At the end of the handle we have a window and, through this window, one can insert a device that will immediately bear on our slave's anus. I'm going to spread some lube on this device" — and she showed the audience a long, slender probe rising from a thicker handle — "and pass it through the window. A little more and I'll have our slave tell you what he feels."
There was silence for a few moments as Julie gently pushed the probe through the window and up to her slave's rosebud. As the probe pushed farther, Derek gasped and exclaimed, "No! Not there! That's not right, Mistress. Take it out; take it out!"
Julie, however, continued her manipulation of the device. Niamh came to the distraught slave and stroked his face. "Slave Derek, let me remind you of what we said earlier. You have no power, no control. All the power is with your Mistresses. That means that, whatever command they give, or whatever maneuver they do, is right, is correct. A slave does not have the power to decide what is right or correct. All that power is in his Mistress' hands.
"So, you see, what you just said makes no sense in the world of slavery. Do you see that, slave Derek? Do you understand?"
Julie's probe was now a few centimeters into Derek's ass, just past the sphincter muscle that holds the ass closed. There had been little pain, probably because of the thinness of the probe, but his ass was sending him "fullness" signals he'd never felt before.
He took a breath and gave Niamh the response she wanted. "Yes, Mistress, your commands are all correct, all right, Mistress."
It wasn't what he wanted to say, but he was learning that it was the proper reply to a Mistress. That difference, between what *he* wanted and what *they* wanted — and he had to provide — was a humiliating thing. He was the scion of an important family, sent to Hong Kong to establish an opening for a global business. A few lengths of leather, rope, and chain had reduced him to a compliant nothing. He had never, even when being hazed at University, felt such humiliation. He did remember, however, a tongue-lashing from a High School teacher about a book review ... But that was long ago and buried deeply.
Julie had driven the probe as far as she desired. The ribbing on the probe and the muscles of Derek's ass would hold it in place.
"I'm sure you are all wondering about this probe. Why put something so slender up our slave's ass? Something larger, say, a dildo, would have the size to stimulate pleasure centers for our slave. Now, our slave has been reasonably compliant, so I'm going to tell you that this probe contains some revolving wheels. When I turn it on, Derek will feel a pleasure he has not felt previously. Derek, would you like me to turn the probe on?"
It was a new question. Derek's mind recognized that, logically, the "No" answer was possible. Another part of his mind, however, told him that, logically, his Mistress was not likely to entertain that answer, and her response was also not likely to entertain him.
He hung his head a bit more. "Yes, Mistress, please turn the probe on."
Niamh held the remote control for the probe, and she turned it on as Derek spoke. The strange motions in his rectal canal surprised and scared Derek at first, and he yelped a few times. But, after a minute, the rhythm of the movements became sensual and he found himself pushing back on the probe. Julie responded by thrusting the probe a bit deeper and then withdrawing it, repeating the cycle as if the probe was a prick fucking a cunt. Derek found himself rising along the rainbow of arousal and wondered if his Mistress meant for him to have an orgasm?
No such luck! Derek never knew how his Mistress could know how far up the rainbow she had pushed him, but she stopped short of an orgasm.
Julie explained. "Derek, you remember we said that a slave owns nothing, not even his body. That means you don't own your orgasms. You must ask permission from your Mistress if you want to climax. You didn't, and so I withdrew the probe.
"Now, however, we have a chance to experiment with the second feature of the pillory's handle. Derek's 'taint' — named because 'it taint balls and it taint rosebud' — is resting on a black vinyl device. We're going to turn it on, starting at a low level, and we'll let Derek tell you what he feels. You will tell us, won't you, my dear slave?"
The "dear slave" felt a flash of resentment at the condescension in the question. But he managed to voice his agreement. The wall of worry had his mind clearly attuned to what his Mistresses wanted.
Niamh tapped a few buttons and the vibrator in the handle came to life. The early sensations did not reach forward to his balls, or backward to his ass, but straight upward into his prostate. As Niamh increased the strength of the signal, he felt himself, once again, rising up the arousal rainbow.
Haltingly, he managed to put a few words together. "Mistress, I didn't know this area was so sensitive. I can't describe the sensation exactly, but it feels good."
One or two of the other men knew exactly what Derek meant, but remained silent.
As Niamh increased the signal further, however, the pleasure began to change, until Derek began whimpering with the combination of pleasure and pain common to this area. He was about to violate the rule on speaking with a plea to stop when, again, his Mistress knew he had reached a particular point. A touch of a button and the black vinyl pad fell silent and still.
One of the Mistresses came up to the slave and wiped his face with a warm washcloth. It was the most pleasant experience of the evening, Derek thought.
Niamh returned the remote to its place and announced, "Now, let's see what the other Mistresses have been doing."
The Mistress with the plastic rectangle lifted it a short distance. She had laid the new slave's prick on the plastic and, with her partner, had laced it in place with a bright red shoelace, tying a large bow at the front of the plastic. The prick was straight and markings on the plastic showed its length at eight centimeters, clearly not engorged or aroused.
"The interesting thing that can be done with this plastic is to lay it on top of our slave's ballsac. You'll notice that the two upright columns from the shelf fit into the slots in the prick plastic. Now, I have a pair of wing-nuts that fit on the threads of the uprights. As you watch, I can spin the wing-nuts down, which would compress the prick plastic on the ball display shelf. Of course, I could tighten the wing-nuts as much as desired, until the balls are crushed flat."
Derek's cry startled the fascinated audience. "No, Mistress, please, no!" Even with his feet spread and his torso pressing firmly on the device, the slave was making a surprising amount of motion.
Aware that his cry had violated one of Mistress' rules, Derek was trying to regain some control over his body. Everyone could see the flush on his face and chest as he fought this battle. Julie and Niamh came to his sides and stroked his neck and arms, moving around to his front as his gyrations softened to mild tremors.
"Derek," Julie murmured softly. "Let's take this in order, right? First, you haven't remembered that we told you that there is no point in harming a slave, right? Second, the Mistress said she *could* tighten the wing-nuts. She didn't say she was going to. Third, in fact, she didn't spin the wing-nuts very far down the uprights at all. It seems evident that you were not trusting your Mistress.
"You also spoke out despite the rule of no speaking. Now, slave, do I have all your crimes listed?"
Derek's mind was only partially listening. Mostly, his attention was still on his prick and balls. He knew his Mistress was running down a list, probably of the bad things he had done. He saw no way to contradict her because his emotions, brought into play by the Mistresses' maneuvers, prevented clear thoughts. From his wall of worry and its arch of humiliation, he could put together only a few words. "Please, Mistress, your slave apologizes. Please, Mistress, let me go." As he said it, he knew it was not right. It was not even enough. If he could have fallen on his knees and begged, he knew he would have. Only the pillory kept him upright. He was broken. Softly, he began to cry.
From the discussions Julie and Niamh had held with Pat and Anne and then with Martin and Edward, they recognized that the once confident entrepreneur was not the body in front of them. The young man had broken more quickly than they had anticipated. Instinctively, they knew that repair was now needed.
Julie took the lead. "Derek, we've been holding slaves for a long time, and we're good at it. Just this evening shows that, right? So, we're going to let you earn yourself back. If you follow my instructions, it will all be fine again. Do you understand?"
His mind grabbed at the offered way out. "Yes, Mistress," he sobbed. "Just tell me what to do."
"All right, Derek. The first thing is you have to pay for violating the rule of no speaking. I'm going to gag you for a little bit, so you won't forget, but it will clear your slate of this crime. Do you understand?"
Derek wasn't sure about his Mistress' logic, but she had said the gag would clear his slate. He knew he should trust her and he knew that meant he had to agree with her correction. He managed to put the words together: "Yes, Mistress, a gag for the speech crime."
Niamh brought the gag they had selected for this possibility. It was a bit gag, about ten centimeters wide and two centimeters thick. It was covered with a smooth, tasteless plastic. Large O-rings at each end supported two straps. The heavier strap went around Derek's head, pulling the bit against the corners of his mouth. The thin strap went under Derek's chin, holding his tongue flat. As with most gags, he would be able to make sounds but not words. And he would drool.
As the bit gag was fitted, Derek began to regain some composure. He had not trusted his Mistresses. He had violated several rules, including speech. He was being put into a gag, so speech was impossible. In this way, he would begin to pay for his crimes against his Mistresses.
Niamh picked up the conversational tones Julie had used. "Derek, for your other crimes, you need to be spanked. But, you're not a child, so we won't spank you. But we have a special instrument, a flogger, that we use for these crimes. We're going to take you out of the devices you are in and take you to a saltire. This is a place where we can fasten you so you can receive the flogging. Do you understand?"
That question! Always needing an answer. He wanted the Mistresses to just do what they wanted. He didn't want to have to think of the answer they wanted. He nodded a "Yes," and prepared to go to the saltire for a flogging. He wasn't sure what a saltire was, but his Mistress had said it was where he would have his flogging, so it must be a good thing. Mistress had said that they had all the control and power, so any command was good and right and proper. So, he would go to the saltire when they led him there.
There were a few moments of pleasant touches as the Mistresses freed Derek from the scrotal pillory and its devices. Next came release from the boxtie and two of the Mistresses moved his arms to "work out the kinks;" much of his upper extremities was somewhat stiff. When the Mistress with the warm washcloths did his face, chest, and manhood, Derek felt as if all was right with his world, almost. He was glad the bit gag prevented him from the error of speech, because he had been about to express his thanks and gratitude. The last service the Mistresses did was to buckle leather bands on his wrists, matching those on his ankles. His first glimpse of these bands noticed that they were fleece-lined — *for comfort against something,* he wondered? — and each bore a pair of D-rings.
Julie and Niamh circled him, examining for any problems. Derek wondered why they didn't simply ask him to turn around. But, he had learned enough of slave control to realize that these Mistresses were doing as they pleased. And, therefore, that was the right and proper way.
Mistress Sally pulled a cord and a sheet dropped away from a device projecting from a wall of the Playroom. It was a large χ-shaped structure, easily two meters tall. It was fastened to the wall at the crossing of the arms. The lower arms showed small platforms for the occupant's feet. The upper arms showed dowels that could be used as hand-grabs. D-rings were spaced about ten centimeters apart up and down each arm, on the inside and outside borders. It was crafted of close-grained wood and the care evident from its finish told Derek it was a well-loved instrument.
Mistresses Niamh and Julie took their slave's arms and walked him to the wall beside the instrument. "These are some of the implements we can use to beat you," Julie said. Niamh added, "Each provides a different kind of pain and leaves a different mark. I have been told that an experienced whipmaster can use a series of instruments and bring out a symphony of cries from his target."
They showed him several whips, single-, double-, and multiple-tailed, of differing lengths and thicknesses. There were also different straps, some of leather and some of rubber, which Julie explained left larger and, sometimes, permanent marks. A tall canister contained several canes soaking in brine, which, Niamh explained, made them more supple and heavier, so that a caning was an experience to remember.
Julie finished the tour of the wall by selecting an instrument with many "falls," as she called them. "This is a flogger. The general plan is to have many falls so that even a light blow delivers a definite sting and thud. The leather may be thinner, as in this instrument which has falls of deer leather, or heavier, as with elk or cattle falls. Some prefer a wider fall, which has more thud, but this instrument has a more standard width, which tends to give more of a sting. Some floggers have a few as a dozen falls, but I've seen some with 40 falls. This one has 24 falls. We've selected this one because it is nicely balanced, which makes it easier for the Mistress to use, and it produces a nice balance of sting and thud."
Derek's insides were churning by the time his Mistresses finished their "educational séance." He supposed part of it was simple intimidation, and he wasn't currently interested in whatever else was going on. He wondered if his own slaves ever got to this *"Let's get it over with"* state. If his Mistresses had not been holding him, he thought he'd just run up and mount the saltire.
Finally, his Mistresses did lead him to the instrument. He assumed he'd climb aboard with his back facing into the room, but they turned him around and backed him onto the saltire.
The four Mistresses cooperated on fixing their slave to the saltire, each working with one extremity. In addition to the wristlet and anklet tie-points, he had a wide belt around his waist attached to the crossing point of the device.
Julie picked up the educational discussion. "The saltire is also known as the St. Andrew's Cross. When St. Andrew was to be crucified, he pleaded that it not be on the same type cross as his Savior, because he wasn't as worthy as his Savior. The adjustment still led to his execution.
"The proper procedure for a slave being whipped or flogged is for the slave to count each stroke, express thanks to his Mistress, and request another stroke from his Mistress. However, we would like to keep your bit gag in place. It will save you from saying some humiliating things, we have found. So, one of the other Mistresses will count, thank, and request for you. You should remember to thank her later. And, of course, there will be a later. Despite how you feel or think during your flogging, there will always be a 'later.'"
Derek had just a moment to consider what he was feeling and thinking at this point. He was a bit angry that he was going to be flogged; he hadn't really done anything so bad, had he? He was a bit humiliated to be exposed so completely to other men of his social class. He was even more humiliated that it was slaves who were doing this to him. Still, he had been considering his request to the Empress for some time, and this seemed like a convenient time to put it into action. He realized that he had learned much more in the past minutes than he could have gained from some books or an internet search.
On balance? On balance, he didn't want to be where he was, but he was satisfied to be where he was. Crazy? *Well, that's life.*
The Mistresses, all slaves themselves, had known that he'd come to this state of knowledge because each of them had followed more or less the same path. The loss of personal control was the most difficult lesson for each of them to learn. The different protocols from different slave corridors or different training schools were not really all that different. The Master or Mistress commanded and the slave performed according to the standards to which they had been trained. Each of them felt fortunate to be at The Enterprises now. Some had heard tales from other slaves that didn't bear repeating. Some Owners were cruel; many were uncaring or unthinking. The Enterprises was definitely a better place to be.
Even Dagmar, who had been a slave for less than a month, understood this. She wasn't sure about all her Masters and trainers, but she was sure about Julie. Whatever that one would ask, Dagmar would move heaven and earth to accomplish.
And so, it was with some pride that Dagmar had accepted the job of counting for any flogging or whipping that Act Three would entail. She took her position just to the side of the saltire and waited for Julie to begin.
Julie had no illusions about this flogging. Derek was going to hurt, but she knew that hurts heal. Whatever he had wanted to learn from this *Introduction to Slavery*, she hoped she had taught. She hoped her Master and the Empress were satisfied with her performance of this assignment, but she was satisfied she had done as much planning ahead of time, and as much thinking during this Act Three, as possible. As with any slave performance, her Master would tell her what she needed to know when she needed to know it.
She raised her arm and the flogger jumped forward, striking her target: the slave's left thigh.
"One," counted Dagmar. "Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?"
A slight adjustment and the flogger flew forward, marking the right thigh. "Two. Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?"
Then, it was the right shoulder, followed by the left shoulder. She was careful not to mark the neck. These welts would not be mistaken for the "hickeys' of her teen years.
She had considered whether to continue the targets in a predictable pattern. That preparation might have been easier for Derek to take, but the Empress had emphasized the young man's focus on "reality." She compromised by going in the reverse order for the next cycle of strikes.
During the third cycle, Julie realized that Derek wasn't cringing or crying or moaning. He was taking each stroke as if it was a badge of courage. The Laws of Slavery flashed in her mind: *A slave never wins.* It was important for Derek, while a slave, to realize this. He had thrown down a gage of battle; her Masters and the Empress were relying on her to pick it up — successfully.
She didn't increase the force of her blows, or speed up the rhythm of the flogging. She began to seek out targets in a random order, removing Derek's advantage in preparing for a strike. She glanced at Niamh and was certain that Niamh had picked up the same challenge. A barely perceptible pair of nods confirmed her intent. A line from an old NASA moonflight came to her: *Failure is not an option.*
She knew that time was on her side. Even if she made no adjustments, eventually the weight of all the strokes would break Derek's resolve. We all have limits, she knew. But, she didn't want this to go on endlessly.
It was a strike on his left breast, right on the nipple, that drew the first sound from the slave. Julie put the next strike on a thigh, and there was no reaction. She went back to the right breast, again targeting the nipple, and drew another sound. They weren't screams or cries, but that was the strategic area.
Slowly, with an occasional blow elsewhere, Julie painted Derek's body from his nipples downward. There were a few blows directly to his navel, usually a sensitive spot, which rewarded her with twitches and more sounds.
As she passed to his lower abdomen, she thought the slave couldn't fail to realize her ultimate target: his prick and balls. A shot to the shoulder elicited a cry; Derek had been fooled by the random target, but he clearly knew her plan. The battle continued, with Dagmar announcing the count, thanking the Mistress, and requesting another.
Julie wondered if any of the men understood the battle going on. A quick look at them showed a smile or two but intense concentration on each of their faces. Yes, these men knew. And they were on her side. Derek might be their business partner tomorrow, but tonight he was just a slave.
The march toward his prick continued, with Derek's responses becoming louder and longer. It was not yet the hopeless surrender that Julie required. She detoured around his package to stripe his upper thighs and thought she saw a bit of sag in his posture.
She wanted it to be over. It had to be done; there was no other possibility. Still, she had admiration for a "worthy opponent." She let fly the first blow to his prick, and heard the cry she had been waiting for. A handwave to Dagmar cut off her announcement with just the count.
As they had prepared, the four Mistresses worked to free the student-slave from the saltire. Julie and Niamh worked the bit gag out of his mouth as the others unbuckled the wristlets and anklets. Finally, Dagmar embraced him, whispering that he should follow her to the showers.
When Derek was gone, the three men surrounded Julie, smiling and offering thanks and congratulations. One said, "I didn't expect he'd be so tough, he's only just past being a kid. But you did exactly what I'd expect you to do. It was beautiful. I suspect you've got some cameras around, and I'm sure he'll treasure this hour or so for a long time."
There was a lot of milling around, with the men inspecting all the devices the girls had used and asking questions about the girls' feelings, especially during the last battle. Thankfully, none of the slaves said anything discourteous or stupid. Julie wondered why the men, all with empires of their own, were not just making their way out. After the emotions of the battle, Julie wasn't sure a fundraising appeal was the best idea to close out the evening.
The appearance of a fully-dressed Derek explained the milling about. As one, the men and the slaves applauded the young man who had the courage to ask a question, make a request, and then follow through so completely.
Derek came up to Julie, who was not sure she could face the man. She was about to drop into Position One when he took her jaw in a gentle hand and kissed her.
"Julie, I think I know how hard this was for you. It is probably the hardest assignment Martin has had for you. You managed the last battle with care and insight. You reflect great credit on your Owner and trainers, and I'll be sure to tell them and the Empress just that."
Julie felt the tears rising, but she managed to keep her voice strong as she said, "Thank you, Sir. Your words mean a great deal to this slave. I will always remember you, Sir."
Turning to the other men, Derek grinned and announced. "I've had the best night tonight. Now, you know this was supposed to be a fundraiser for the Empress' favorite institution, the Opera. I've heard a bit of the plans and I think it's a great idea. My family and I will donate a quarter-million dollars — that's US dollars —toward the project, and I'd like each of you to join me."
Niamh jumped on Julie, embracing her friend and teacher. "That ought to satisfy our Owner!"
"And the Empress, too," added Julie.
The men accompanied Derek down the gangplank and to the parking area where their cars were waiting. The waves and handshakes were testimony to a successful business event.
Pat, Anne, and a Security crew swept into the room and added their congratulations. Even the Captain of the yacht, who had hardly any responsibilities in the evening after the dinner buffet was set up, came in and delivered a kiss to each of the slaves. "Anytime you get a day off, just come visit us," he announced to a round of applause.
As if slaves get a day off.
The Security crew put each of the slaves into Transport Mode and, in a few minutes, cars and vans from The Enterprises had these actors and their troupe moving back to The Enterprises' headquarters.
*Authors' Note: The Men's Party is over. How do you, Dear Readers, think Julie and our other slaves have done? Will her performance be satisfactory for the Empress to allow Julie to become Martin's First Lady? What else will be disclosed during the inevitable debriefing? Your opinions and suggestions, as usual, will be welcome!*
*J Spe and Taliesin1*
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Title: Thermal Expansion by Robb Frye
Tags: Anal, Bad Language, Camp, Drugs, Fox, Gay, M/M, Raccoon
Thermal Expansion By Swishy Raccoon (Robert Frye)
Getting this trip together to hang out with his best friend was the best idea the raccoon ever had he thought as he merrily strode along the sidewalk to his buddy's house. For years, Byron had had a crush on his best friend, a red fox named Edward, but he couldn't get around to telling him that not only was he gay, but that he also was in love with him and this trip was his plan to break the ice.
He rang the doorbell and a few moments later Edward's mother came to the door; a cute vixen with blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. She smiled, "Come on in Byron, Edward is just getting his gear together. He'll be down in a bit." The ringtail thanked her and came inside, sitting on the couch. "I hope you boys don't get into trouble. It's pretty cold up in the mountains this time of year." Edward's mother said, sitting in her easy chair, picking up her crochet set.
It was February and neither of them had ever been snow camping or skiing so the plan was to rough it in the snowy peaked caps of the mountains around, and possibly try some skiing, though secretly they weren't going to be near any resorts; they just wanted to camp where no one would spoil their fun. "Don't worry Mrs. Raposa, I'll be extra careful and I always come prepared. I was a cub scout, remember?" Byron said with a grin as Edward came down stairs, his things in a neat bundle on his back.
After they said their goodbyes to Ed's mom, they loaded up Byron's car and set off to their destination. It was a fun, if uneventful drive up the mountains. About the only thing they had to stop for besides lunch and gas was to put the chains on the tires, which being the first time doing so wasn't exactly easy, but they made the best of it, lobbing snowballs at each other and giggling as they worked.
It was getting late in the afternoon and would be dark in about an hour when they finally hiked up to a good place to set up camp. "I only have a two man tent, I hope you don't mind," Byron said; a part of his ulterior motive to be closer to his best friend and crush. Edward smiled and shrugged, "S'ok, it's better than nothing at all. I don't even own a tent." The quickly set up the tent and got a fire going to cook some of the pre-packaged food they brought with them. The night went on with roasting of s'mores, telling of ghost stories and of course a little smoking from the bong Byron packed with him before putting the fire out and nestling into their sleeping bags and going to bed.
"Good night, Ed."
"Night, B."
"Hey, Edward? Um... I have something I want to tell you..."
"Yeah?"
"Er well... Uh... Never mind... I'll tell you in the morning."
"Whatever, B. Night."
Edward fell asleep almost immediately; his back turned towards his friend. Byron on the other hand chided himself silently, cursing himself for being so nervous and not telling his friend whom he knew would understand, even if he didn't feel the same way. Eventually he cried himself to sleep, and swore to tell him tomorrow after they did some hiking.
Morning came and Byron made breakfast, neither one finding the powdered eggs to be all that appetizing and instead filled up on bacon and sausage. They put the fire out and made sure no trace of it was left, just in case an official found it and them; they weren't in a camping area, nor were fires permitted on park grounds. They then packed up the tent and got their packs on and set off hiking, exploring the mountains unrestricted by someone else's rules.
Everything was going great until they found a large frozen lake which their hike had them planned to cross.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Edward said, testing the solid water with a footpaw.
"It should be. The ice this time of the year is thick enough to skate on." Byron said, stepping onto the frozen lake, turning back to his companion. "See. It's fine, come on."
"Alright..." Edward said, stepping out onto the lake, following Byron's lead.
Byron was actually a bit worried because the map he had of the area didn't have a lake marked here, and it was pretty big; at least a few miles across to his estimation. He was a fearless leader though and didn't want to worry Ed. Eventually his own worrying was forgotten when he caught sight of trees ahead, and laughed.
"I'll race ya to the shore!" He exclaimed and began running as quick as he could; the snow fall on the ice making it hard as it is without slipping all over on the slick surface.
"Wait up!" Edward shouted, picking up his pace to follow the 'coon. Suddenly his heart stopped. Byron just disappeared before his eyes and all he heard was a yelp followed by a faint splash. The ice had thinned out and his friend had fallen through!
"BYRON!" He shouted, running to where his friend fell in. He carefully tiptoed on the ice so as he wouldn't fall in as well and crawled to the hole that Byron had made, peering into the not-so-clear blue water. He couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly he heard a faint tapping a few feet over and scrambled over to see what it was; brushing the snow off the ice. He saw Byron beneath him, pounding the ice in vain trying to break through.
"I'll get you out, B! Hold on!" He screamed, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He threw his pack off and quickly tried to remember where his hatchet was but couldn't even open the zipper and he looked back at Byron, his pounding slowing. "Fuck it!" He shouted and began punching the ice with all his might. He pounded again and again, hearing the ice crack beneath his paws while it was being stained by blood from the sharp splinters cutting his knuckles. With one final slap he broke through and grabbed the freezing wet raccoon from the water and grabbed his back pack and sprinted quickly by cautiously to the shore, building a fire with the emergency stuff Byron had given him in case it rained. He hurriedly started the fire and set up the tent, which thankfully was on his pack and stripped the shivering young man pulling him inside. "Come on... warm up..." He said as he pulled his sleeping bag over the still moist raccoon. The water in his fur wasn't helping at all but Edward remembered something he saw on TV once about thermal transference. "Don't hate me for this B, it's for your own good..." The fox said, stripping from his clothes and getting into the sleeping bag with his frozen friend, holding him close and rubbing him for extra warmth from the friction.
Soon, Byron stopped shivering but was still unconscious and Edward hoped he was alright and checked his breath, sighing with relief when he heard him breathing normally. "Thank God..." He said, his arm draped over the black and grey form in the bag with him. He thought about getting out and putting his clothes on, but the excitement from before had fatigued him and he soon fell asleep, spooning with his friend.
As he slept he dreamed about the events but soon his mind started wandering towards other fantasies. "Mmm... that feels good..." he heard in his dream. Or was it? He slowly awoke and felt a furry rump pressing against his waist, and his now erect fox cock. Forgetting about where he was he pulled the sleeping raccoon closer and myrred as Byron grinded against him. "You're pretty frisky baby..." Ed murmured in Byron's ear. Byron moaned back, "Fuck me Ed..." having dreams of his own, and Edward came to his senses, remembering what was going on. He froze for a moment and then felt Byron press his ass against his throbbing hard on, the hot tailhole of his friend exciting him even more as a drop of pre leaked from the head and coated the orifice. At first he was scared, then confused, but he smiled finally seeing his friend in a new light. He had always though the 'coon was cute, even for a guy. He thought himself bi but never really experienced anything with another male before and this got him thinking.
"I'll fuck you, B. Consider it repaying me for saving your life." The vulpine whispered in Byron's ear, causing the sleeping raccoon to moan again and smile. Ed kissed Byron on the cheek and reached a paw to his loins, positioning his prick at Byron's winking entrance and slowly pushed himself inside, gasping from the intense pleasure of heat and tight grip his friend's ass had. Slowly he pushed all his length inside and held it there, the raccoon myrring loudly.
He began to pull out and then thrust inside again, working up a rhythm of slowly fucking Byron's cute butt, his pre cum lubricating the hole as he thrust in and out of the raccoon. Edward lost himself inside his friend, gaining speed and power, and without even thinking he reached a paw around and found Byron's erect cock, leaking its own lube and began to stroke him in time to screwing that wonderful pink pucker. Byron moaned and myrred, finally feeling his friend inside him as he pretended to sleep. He waited so long for this moment and the feeling of intense pleasure of that hot fox cock inside him, with the knot popping in and out of his hole, Ed's balls slapping against his ass as well as the paw on his cock coupled with knowing his was being taken by the one person he loved for so long caused him to orgasm, shooting his cum against the sleeping bag and Ed's paw.
The smell wafted up to Ed's nose and with one final thrust, he impaled the raccoon, tying with him as his knot swelled, filling Byron completely before he shot load after load of cum deep inside the bowels of his best friend, and now lover. "Mmm," the fox myrred, "I love you..." He smiled "I love you too, Edward." Byron reciprocated, reaching an arm back to scritch the fox's side. "That was the reason I planned this trip... To finally tell you how I feel." Edward smiled, deep down always having a similar feeling for Byron but never accepting it until now. "Hey, you're supposed to be asleep... Naughty 'coon. Don't ever scare me like that again, huh?" He said, resting his head on Byron's shoulder, kissing the 'coon's neck.
"I won't love... But even if something happens, you'll be there to save me." Byron smiled and hugged the fox with his tail. "Let's get some sleep though... It's already late and we have more hiking to do in the morning."
Edward laughed and kissed Byron again, "Even after facing near death, you still want to continue our trip? I guess that's why I've been your friend for so long; nothing phases you."
They both laughed and kissed each other, still tied together in a bond of love and fell asleep with dreams of the next day's adventure before them. The End
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Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating
Text: "So...who's this friend of yours?"
Cathy squeezed Claire's hand gently as the couple walked down the greater part of London's downtown areas. The two hit it off quite well, and much to both of the girl's amazement, Catherine had enjoyed the pneumatic experience Claire visited upon her. Now matters turned more to business, and the two were off to visit one of Claire's friends to help increase the woman's ability to inflate women.
"Her name is Sydnie...she heard about what I've been doing, and she said she could help. I knew she was a bit odd the day I met her, but this is news to me too..."
Claire answered as they approached a rather fanciful appearing apartment complex and strolled in the main doors.
"She lives in the basement level I believe....rather nice here don't you think?"
Claire held fast onto Cathy's hand as her lover nodded. A quick trip down a flight of stairs and the duo found themselves in front of a door without a peephole even.
"Sydnie! It's me, Claire!"
The brunette called out as she rang the buzzer, the sound of metal clattering to the ground and glass shattered heard afterwards, and shortly a a tall brown-haired woman wearing a bandanna answered them.
"O-oh! You're early....come in."
Sydnie ushered them inside. Catherine's eyes widened as she took in the sights of the woman's flat. Scrap metal, glass and...rock candy?
"Oh my god, I need to have my sweets today!"
Cathy blurted out and snatched an oddly glowing crystal from what she imagined was the kitchen counter and munched it down, amidst Sydnie's protest and Claire's cautionary advice.
"Yuck...that candy was sickeningly sweet...what do you mean that wasn't candy? What...*BOING-BOING!* *BWOOMPH!* YAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!"
Cathy's face turned red instantly as she placed her hands on her cheeks and screamed. Her breasts had instantly swollen up and destroyed her bra, taking her blouse with it. In addition, much to Claire's delight, her sizable posterior had blown the back of her pants out with the same gusto as her chest.
"I tried tellin' ya! These are the crystals I was telling you about Claire...she'll be like that for a while at least...a day or two minimum. Eating them reduces the effects size, but saturates the body with the magic in em'...luckily that was near depleted crystal or you'd be carrying her home on a string!"
Sydnie explained to Claire, the two carrying on their own conversation as Catherine explored her new assets, her hands rooming around her small-beach ball sized breasts and her rather lovely bottom. Sydnie walked over to what appeared to be her work table and pulled out a ray gun that made Claire think it came straight out of an old sci-fi film.
"This is my inflation-ray pistol...I can set it to affect certain body parts....or set it to turn them into a full balloon! See..."
Sydnie continued to explain her gadget as she loaded a glowing crystal into it. She aimed at Claire playfully, the woman throwing her hands up in joking surrender before the gun fired, hitting Claire right in the tits.
"Oooof! You...didn't just shoot that thing at me, did you?!"
Claire explained, and she received her answer shortly, but not from the giggling Sydnie. An audible hiss began in her bosom, the woman frantically unhooking her bra and panicking slightly. She had never experienced inflation in her own body before, and thoughts about how it would feel like and all sorts of slightly more perverse thoughts filled her mind as the magically generated helium filled her boobs. They stretched and expanded, rising up under her shirt and giving it the appearance of two mountains rising up.
"Damn...I should have taken the shirt off too...Urgh!"
Claire exclaimed in and increasingly high pitched voice as the barely contained globes pushed up under her chin, and then up into her face shortly, A lengthy ripping noise began within a few moments as the shirt began to tear right at the line between the two helium-hooters.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me! You better make sure I don't float off now!"
Claire once again yelled at her friend who was too occupied with rolling around on the floor giggling wildly to notice the other woman taking a boob-lead trip to the ceiling. Claire was soon left with the two tattered halves of her shirt on each arm, her tits simply enormous, easily the size of two huge beach balls before the hissing subsided.
"Okay...okay...*snort* Hahahaha!...I'm fine now...look at you! I'll reverse it...just give me a second...."
Sydnie continued to burst into laughter as Claire kicking her legs and trying to wrap her arms around her gargantuan fleshy-globes in an attempt to cover her exposed nipples. Sydnie fumbled with the dial to set it to reverse when another fit of giggling gripped her...and she lost her grip on the gun. The device fell to the floor and discharged, the laser bouncing and pinging across the room off of any metal surface. Claire narrowly avoided the blast by lifting her leg, and the ray whizzed past Catherine's head before hitting Sydnie square in her ass, the woman jumping up with a yelp.
"This isn't going to be good....."
Sydnie said, Claire now cackling at her in reprisal. As the woman predicted, her bottom began to squeak and hiss as it started to swell up and inflate. Sydnie made an attempt to slide her shorts off but it was too little....too big, rather, too late. Her buttocks expanded like to oddly shaped orbs competing for space within her tiny shorts, and destroyed the garment utterly within mere seconds. She made a half hearted swipe as a bar on a wall as she felt herself being lifted up by her behind, missing by mere centimeters, her bottom hitting the ceiling with a bouncy whump sound. Within minutes, Sydnie's posterior equaled Claire's tits in size and buoyancy, Claire laughing as Sydnie crossed her arms and huffed, just a little annoyed.
"Great...we'll be like this for at least half an hour! Your friend over there is too busy feeling herself up to help...your tits block your view for the most part, and I'm pretty sure by ASS has it's own gravity field now!"
Sydnie screamed at Claire who just laughed at her.
"It's what you deserve! You ripped one of my favorite shirts!"
Claire retorted, the two exchanging half-assed...or in the case of Sydnie, full-assed exchanges of childish insults and playful remarks before a soft, high pitched hissing began to escape from Claire's nipples. She began to giggle uncontrollably and blush much the same as the air flow tickled her and aroused her at the same time.
"Oh no...if...the helium is escaping from her nipples...then that means it's gonna escape from my-*SQUEAK* *Pssssshhhrrrrrrrrrt*"
Sydnie's face became one of annoyance and humiliation. Her bottom issued forth a noise reminiscent of a toy-balloon having it's end pinched and slowly released in order to deflate it. Her ass cheeks slowly reduced in size, Claire absolutely losing it. She was laughing so hard that she had started gasping for air, clinging to a table top to avoid rolling around after her tits had returned to their...relatively normal size. Sydnie's bottom finished deflating for the most part, her face pure red in embarassment.
"What the hell are you laughing at!"
Sydnie snapped at Claire, the giggling maniac pointing at the annoyed woman.
"Oh, gee...I don't know! You deflated by farting and it sounded like a carnival balloon that had been let go without being tied off! Hahahahahaha!"
Claire threw her head back in laughter, Sydnie crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes, looking down right irritated. The pants less woman huffed angrily as Claire simply rolled around laughing at her expense, Sydnie getting a sinister idea. She walked over to Catherine and leaned into the moaning girl's ear.
"Hey...stop touching yourself for a second!"
Sydnie whispered and grabbed Catherine's hands to stop them from moving. Sydnie whispered into the woman's ear, Cathy's eyes lighting up with the occasional giggle heard. Claire propped herself up on her elbows and tried listening, but could glean nothing from their hushed discussion. Cathy nodded, and with that both women turned to Claire with sinister grins on their faces.
"*gulp*...Why are you two staring at me like that?...H-hey! Stay away from me!"
Claire shrieked a little as Sydnie procured some rope, a ball-gag and a blind fold, Cathy dashing over and deftly restraining Claire even with her expanded assets.
"C-catherine! Let me go! Don't let her-MRMPHGRRRMH!"
Claire's protests were cut short as the ball-gag was placed around her head and shoved into her mouth. Sydnie swiftly bound the woman's ankles and wrists together, Catherine letting her go and watching her friendly writhe on the ground, muffled swears escaping the furious woman's mouth.
"Shut up! You're gonna be my guinea pig...I've been dying to try this crystal out for a long time now! We need to...relocate you first..."
Sydnie yelled at Claire, the bound woman shirking back and whimpering a little. Sydnie disappeared for a moment and returned from her bedroom in a new pair of shorts. "You know that clearing just outside of town...that nice forested one....take her there! I'll get everything else we need....." Sydnie ordered Catherine, who despite her exposed breasts and buttocks, hoisted Catherine over her shoulder slowly and began the short trek to the clearing in question, Sydnie staying behind and pulling out a rather large and pink glowing crystal.
"She better put me down! I don't know what sort of perverse idea they have, but I'm not gonna stick around to find out..."
Claire thought, squirming rapidly in an attempt to make Catherine drop her. The only result, however, was a powerful smack on her bottom cause the woman to jolt and whimper. Cathy reached the clearing and set Claire down gently on the soft grass, looking around and waiting for Sydnie for a half hour before the more technologically advanced women of the trio appeared riding what looked like a hover dolly. She had a rifle with a crystal slot strapped to her back, and on the dolly sat what appeared to be a basket like those used with hot air balloons. Claire noticed that basket first and foremost...
"...I've got a bad feeling about this...a REALLY bad feeling!"
Claire yelled in her mind, Sydnie humming a little as she loaded the strange crystal from before into the large blaster.
"Okay, Cathy! You see these ropes in the basket...when she starts floating start tying on to each of her wrists and ankles....you may experience bloating, light headedness....and GAS Claire! Lots of GAS!"
Sydnie growled as she aimed the blaster at Claire, the woman trying to squirm away like a worm before the sound of the beam firing and something very warm and pleasant nailing her right in the butt.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK! They're...oh...my.....Mmmmm~"
Claire's mind trailed off as the warm sensation took over her body, a rather pleasant tingling feeling accompanying it. Catherine's eyes went wide and she watched her love interest seemingly begin to puff up evenly all over. Claire's tongue hung out a little as she panted, gasping a little as her inflating body pulled her pants and undies tightly against her sensitive flesh. Sydnie walked over and cut the woman's wrist and ankle ties, stepping back and taking notes as this was an experimental crystal type. Claire felt strange. The sensations spreading across her body were...pleasing to her. Her breasts began to swell up beneath her, raising her head up on her very own airy pillows.
"Is...this what the girls I turn into balloons...feel? It feels nice...really nice~...."
Claire thighs and legs began to puff up hugely, her straining pants finally losing the battle with her expanding butt cheeks as they tore through the back of her clothing eliciting laughs and giggles from the two spectators. Claire's belly gurgled and began hissing, the once flat and tone gut swelling up as if going through the stages of pregnancy and beyond. Her arms began to bloat slowly as her once limp limbs began to blow up like fresh balloons, slowly rising up and forced rigid and immobile. Her arms were forced to the side...and she began to lift off.
"Now Cathy! Tie her down to the basket now...she's gonna get MUCH bigger...."
Sydnie instructed her willing assistant, Catherine snatching Claire just before she was out of reach and tying each of the four ropes to each one of Claire's ankles and wrists and there she floated as the hissing intensified. The last remnants of her clothing fell into the basket below her in tatters as her belly approached a ridiculously comical size. Claire moaned softly much to her audience's surprise...and delight, Cathy walking over and stroking her lovers bloated bottom.
"It'll be alright...she said it wasn't permanent or anything...you look so beautiful..."
Catherine whispered in Claire's ear, her lover-balloon nodding slowly as her arms and legs began to absorb into her spherical belly, her nipples popping out and her buttocks rubbing and squeaking as they swelled and competed for what little space there was between them. Sydnie smirked a little and removed an object from her pocket, walking behind Claire and shoving a sphere into the woman's bottom.
"When we're flying...this remote control and that little ball and shoved up your butt will let me regulate the gas in you if we need to altitude...or need to land...it might be a little uncomfortable, but eh! It's not my butt..."
Sydnie giggled mockingly, but Claire did not seem to mind. Her mind was filled with erotic bliss as her arms and legs disappeared, leaving her her hands and feet barely jutting out with their puffy fingers and toes. She continued to expand however, her cheeks puffing up comically. Ten feet in diameter....fifteen...twenty feet...
"Oh...god...I need to fart this air out...but...I can't!...It feels so...comfortable...being this big...."
Claire thought as her the loud hiss slowed and finally ceased when she had reached thirty-four feet in diameter....a hundred and twelve feet around! She was as big as an actual passenger balloon, Sydnie helping Catherine into the basket before climbing in herself, holding a knife to cut the anchor line. Claire was a perfect sphere, save for the barely noticeable hands and feet sticking out, her globular tits and her head.
"Let's give the remove a test...."
Sydnie spoke and pressed one of the buttons on the device, eliciting a squeaky poot from the balloon above them, except much louder than Sydnie's own gassy outbursts from before. The woman almost fell out of the basket it laughter, composing herself before cutting the line. They gradually began to lift off, Claire having a rather pleasant view of the country side from her higher eye-line.
"It's...working! I don't believe it! This could simplify travel some day! Don't worry Claire..."
Sydnie comforted her friend as they began to float higher and higher. They could see over the London skyline...and what a sight it was. Night had begun to settle in and the cloudy horizon shared hues of dark red as the sun began to sink.
"Since you've helped me with this...I'll supply you with all the crystals you need after we get back home...but for now, let's enjoy the flight!"
Sydnie reached up and rubbed the woman's belly above her, Catherine giving the fleshy globe a soft kiss. Claire didn't mind. The view was nice, and the ballooned feeling was very pleasing to her. She did not care how long they desired to fly around as the balloon and her passengers floated off into the darkening sky. All she knew...was that she loved it.
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Title: Freeing Kirsty
Tags: teraring her stocking, an apologetic replay, garter belts, a breast exposed, a gym bunny, she's not a prostitute, i will use protection, trying on my underwear, devoid of public hair, slightly upturned orbs
*NOTE: For the month of October my wife and I exchanged our home in New Zealand with a couple living on Long Island, New York. This tale arose from that visit; I scribbled down the opening when sitting in the art gallery herein named. Enjoy. – Author.*
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An autumn chill in the breeze under overcast skies persuaded Merrick to choose an indoor activity on his second day in New York. Unaware he was deciding his fate for years hence he decided to visit a gallery.
Checking his notebook in the closing minutes of his train trip in from Bellmore on Long Island, Merrick turned up a recommendation from a business associate back in Auckland: "Frick Collection for Old Masters and glorious Garden Court – worth lingering."
Normally one doesn't expect a romantic interlude in real time to arise from a viewing of a private collector's magnificent 40-year collection of 14th to 19th century art. Certainly nothing was further from Merrick's mind at his introduction to the work of the French rococo painter Boucher and Veronese and a reintroduction to the enduring artistry of El Greco, Goya, Gainsborough and Rembrandt from his travels to the Old World. Indeed, in the South Hall where he was lost in his own little world of visual concentration on a work by Vermeer - a 17th century Dutch master whom he was familiar only through the film, 'Girl with a Pearl Earring' - he stepped back to lengthen the perspective and so began an extraordinary adventure.
"Ouch!" yelped the victim of the heel of his new leather boot as it met resistance.
Good God, I've stepped on someone, Merrick rued. But it was worse than that.
The thrust of his tan cowboy boot anchored to a 168-pound frame had hit and slid down the leg of a woman standing behind him, tearing her stocking and gouging before being deflected by her ankle to thump on the hard-surfaced floor.
The woman reached out for support.
Merrick grasped that outstretched hand and swung his left-hand around her waist as she fell. Gently he lowered her to a sitting position.
In and instant he'd pulled out his handkerchief - fortunately a folded and unused one - and dabbed away the blood before the first of two gallery attendants arrived at a run. He still had not offered an apology.
"Go," hissed the woman. "Go!"
The urgency in the victim's voice persuaded the foreigner to slip through the small gathering of people. He'd assumed she wanted him to vanish for good reason, whatever that was. Aware that Americans litigate at the drop of a hat, he assumed that the woman was generously removing him from that expensive equation.
Thereafter Merrick was unable to concentrate on the paintings and other artwork, so sat in the garden court with its marble floor, fountain and pools – an area that originally had been a drive-in for horse-drawn carriages.
The woman: was there some deeper reason for her hurrying him away? The incident and minor injury in the hands of a good attorney could have been worth $20,000 probably very much more to her.
Who was she?
Scrunching his face, Merrick tried to reconstruct her appearance: Blonde hair - short blonde hair, exquisite sunglasses probably Italian, very red lips, a black-knit poncho over her shoulders and beneath that a red - possibly a red-patterned shirt, a short black skirt and a black stockings now one torn - Merrick was very sure about that – though he remembered seeing only one leg, a rather shapely leg encased on a black shoe with a silver buckle. Presumably it was one of a pair.
A spy, or a more likely an under-cover cop? That would explain why she'd shooed him away.
What was her name? She looked like a Susan or perhaps a Marlene.
Bullshit!
He had no idea whether she was white, brown, hazel or yellow or was pretty or a hag. Wait a minute - she was pretty. Although the face was twisted in pain the lips were full and the skin appeared unblemished.
Ah-ha, Merrick thought. He knew virtually everything about this woman but her name. Then his head sunk as he realised he was bending the truth again.
Was she fat, thin or middling? He had no idea.
Her age would be?
Was she right or left handed?
Presumably when she hissed 'Go!' that meant English was her first language unless she was smart enough to recognise him as English-speaking by his sympathetic appearance, thus switching from Egyptian, Spanish, Russian or Mandarin to bid him in English to depart pronto.
This full-on and flawed speculation about this unknown woman left Merrick feeling a little aggrieved. In forty-nine hours in New York she'd been the only person with whom he'd been in contact who had not been a taxi driver, hotel clerk, bellboy, room maid, waitress or store assistant and he'd let the chance of meaningful contact with a bone-fide New Yorker - assuming she was one - slip away without her conversation in shorthand drawing a reply from him.
Merrick Jamieson chastised himself: what absolute crap you let run through your mind at times. Encounters of the meaningful kind don't happen to the likes of you in a place as impersonal as New York.
At that a curly-haired tot clutching a doll came up to Merrick and said shyly, "Hullo. I'm Kate."
Frantically Merrick tried to form a suitable reply but before he could utter that response the mom pulled the child away, glaring at Merrick.
"It's not your day for memorable encounters with the opposite sex, is it?"
Huh?
The seated Merrick turned slightly to his left and looked straight into a midriff covered partly by a red patterned shirt and black skirt over a flat belly. He knew it was ungentlemanly to make such an assessment, but there it was. Up went his gaze climbing over a well formed bust, over a strong chin line devoid of hanging flab and across red lips showing a slash of teeth. By now he realized this woman was the victim of his cowboy boot.
The face was tanned, the blonde hair was cut short with curly ends and the eyes viewed from his low vantage point were smiling in tune with the lips but their colouring remained uncertain him. Merrick, being a photographer, placed great importance on the shape, colour and expression of a person's eyes at any given moment.
He jumped to his feet.
Christ, she was as tall as he was - six-one!
"Oh, how wonderful to see you again, giving me the chance to apologize. I was such a clumsy fool to step back without looking.
"I was ..."
"Hush. A simple apology is quite sufficient. Thank you for that I just wanted to say thank you for catching me. I could have had a nasty fall. Would you have coffee with me?"
"Yes, yes. I welcome that. I am very new in New York and was hoping to converse with locals."
"You have rather a dramatic way of effecting introductions."
"Oh no, I ..."
Merrick was stopped by the stunning smile below trendy sun glasses. God, she was absolutely beautiful!
Aware of her intent gaze he refrained from checking out her body but already the signals were that it was A-OK. How on earth had he managed to get a Dream Girl as his first real social contact in a city the size of New York? He refrained from mouthing a one-line prayer of thanks.
"Well, I shall lead the way but before doing so we introduce ourselves. I'm Kirsty, Kirsty Fallon."
"Hello, Kirsty. I am Merrick Jamieson. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"My word, how gallant you are. Are you English?"
"No."
"Australian?"
"No, but very close."
"My God, a New Zealander! I've always wanted to meet a New Zealander. My parents were stationed there for two years - daddy was in oil. I have this interest because my mother believed that I was conceived in your city of Wellington during their last two weeks of every-night-a-party or a formal dinner before they left your country. She recalls daddy was the randiest he'd ever been."
"How remarkable; so had your father's appointment been for a further year you would have been born a Kiwi?"
"Excuse me?"
"Born a New Zealander - we call ourselves Kiwis after the name of our unique native bird."
"Oh, really? Well, I guess instead I became a Bald Eagle?"
They both laughed, and the warmth of Merrick's laughter and the openness of his face - as Kirsty would tell him later - was the reason why as they came out of the Frick Mansion on East 70th Street, that she hailed a taxi. The intention had been to walk to a pleasant location for coffee. Instead they went to an address in East 102 Street.
"We shall go to where I live to have that coffee - I do not feel my usual immaculate self walking along sidewalks with a damaged stocking and tape over my wound."
"That I can understand," Merrick said, sucking in breath to avoid an apologetic replay. He turned to her, confident that his sympathetic smile would not be wasted.
At that Kirsty revealed a curiosity.
"Do you have a family connection with New York?"
"Yes. Is that a perceptive question or a shot in the dark or simply making conversation?"
"Oh my, now which one of those shall I select to create the impression that I am a New York sophisticate? I believe perceptiveness has an intelligent ring. The link I have is your name, Merrick. We have a place on Long Island of that name."
Merrick was impressed, and said so.
"What a boyish thing to say - New York men would not think to compliment a stranger on her intelligence."
"Well, are you a stranger? After all, you're carrying my brand mark?"
At that they both wordlessly watching the cab driver, waiting for the traffic lights to change, look at them curiously in his interior mirror.
Traffic moved forward again.
"My mother was born on Long Island," Merrick explained. She went to New Zealand with her family when she was sixteen, absolutely devastated, believing that her life was over - her prime years at high school being taken from her.
"Incredibly for her it was like a cygnet changing into a swan. Instead of being a run-of-the-mill student in a big American high school she became the most glamorous, vivacious and popular student in her Auckland girls' college, so she recalls, and, as they now say, really found her grove. She became head girl of that college and met my father who was deputy head boy at the neighbouring college. They went through university together and became teachers and later married and had four children, I being the first-born."
Kirsty remained puzzled.
"That's a lovely little story, but I'm still awaiting enlightenment."
"About how I was conceived?"
The cab driver's eyes were glued to his rear vision mirror again.
"No, you fool. How you got the name Merrick."
Merrick was enjoying this intimacy; all this brought about by simply walking backwards onto this lovely woman. He thought she would give him ten years, which would make her twenty-five. Entering her prime! He wondered if she was thinking uncouth thoughts about him.
"I'm sorry. Did I upset you calling you a fool? I was only chiding."
Well, why not be truthful? "Sorry, I was just thinking how fortunate it was that I snaked my big cowboy boot down your leg, peeling open your stocking and cutting into your ankle."
Their taxi screeched to a halt, and with a light clunk went bumper to bumper with the yellow cab in front. That driver gave three sharp blasts on his horn while their driver gave one short blast and an apologetic, submissive salute out of his window. Obviously he'd been mirror gazing again.
"Fortunate?"
"I am in the company of a genuine New Yorker and enjoying every minute of it."
"Well, you are refreshingly frank. I hope you are not thinking this is your lucky day?"
"Not at all, at least not in that sense. We seem to have bonded socially, that's all."
The eyes of the driver were in the mirror again.
"This is One-oh-Two coming up," reprimanded Kirsty. Wordlessly the driver turned into the right lane at the first opportunity.
"My mother wanted an American name for me, and names like Hank, Troy, Spencer and Zach were rather frowned upon in our little country. So she decided to be inventive and give me a Long Island name. She'd lived in Massapequa, which was not a suitable name for a young Kiwi lad, so she called me after the arterial route she and her family travelled very frequently."
"Yes - Merrick Road. How innovative. Well, here we are."
She handed a bill to the driver, told him to keep the change and was getting out of the cab while Merrick was still struggling to haul out his wallet.
"You have a great time in New York - do you hear, Kiwi?" Merrick thanked the driver for those kind words and followed Kirsty.
Kirsty and Merrick emerged from the elevator and Kirsty unlocked a door a little way down the hall. The hallway was extensively tiled with good artwork on the walls, a bowl of fresh flowers opposite the elevator and everything was clean and well-lit - completely unlike most apartments Merrick had seen in movies.
As he entered behind Kirsty - who Merrick had noticed thankfully was not limping – he noticed the apartment was a luxuriously appointed, though not quite to the standard of the hotel room he recalled seeing in the film, 'Pretty Woman'.
A swift inspection of the main area that he would call a lounge sobered Merrick. His lady friend was obviously married and to a strong-willed male at that. The room was decidedly masculine apart from flowers, two paintings that could be feminine choices and the coffee table was piled with women's magazines.
Kirsty turned to him and said coolly, "I would have told you this in the cab, but that driver was exceptionally nosey. The man who leases this apartment has a home and wife in Atlantic City and another lady friend like me in an apartment in Chicago. He has business interests in all three cities. So that's where we're at. If it no longer suits you to be in my company – well, there's the door."
"No, it's fine. How's your leg?"
"Painful, to tell the truth."
"Let's get this bandage off and look at it."
Kirsty looked at him in surprise.
"You are a guest here for coffee, not a medic."
Merrick steered her gently by the shoulders to the sofa. Initially she resisted but as he applied power she slumped on to the seat.
"Turn your back while I unhitch," she commanded.
Merrick heard two faint snaps and realised that she wasn't wearing thigh highs. That pleased him as he was a fan of garter belts, although his interest in this instance was elementary. Involuntarily his eyes closed and he had a vision of a beautifully encased leg in a stocking with a woman's long, sensuous fingers undoing the last fastener. Obviously that was a long forgotten image from some woman's magazine.
"The wait is over," she said softly.
Merrick turned and smiled at her, receiving a lovely response from lush, slightly parted lips. She'd taken off her sunglasses and the perimeter of her eyes were beautifully made up to enhance the pale blue eyes,
She was lying back on cushions; the short skirt covered her modestly. The injured leg was up on a cushion and the fine patterned by torn stocking remained in place. "They put a plaster on the cut in the gap through the stocking. The bandage was then placed over the top of the stocking at my insistence. Are you OK in removing the bandage and then the stocking or should I do it?"
"No. I volunteered and would be offended if my services were now to be rejected."
"Very well, Nurse Merrick. Proceed. No need to be overly careful as I have good tolerance to pain."
Merrick unrolled the bandage, pleased that there was no sign of blood seepage. The patient cooperated by lifting her leg without being asked as he prepared to roll the unfastened stocking off. Gently he raised a corner of the plaster. Gripping it he looked into the cool pale eyes and said, "There's no sign of seepage, which is good."
At that, with a wrist flick, he pulled off the plaster, noticing only a slight flicker in those blue eyes. "You may cry now."
The smile revisited her face.
It was Merrick's turn to smile as he bent over the wound for a close inspection. The cut was not particularly deep.
"There should be no scar provided we keep this wound clean."
"We?"
"Used figuratively."
"Oh."
That response sounded tinged in disappointment. Merrick resisted looking at her, not wishing to display surprise. This woman was beginning to lift his heart-beat. He looked around the room and his gaze rested on the entrance door. Kirsty read his mind.
"He's at home for the holiday weekend - Monday is Columbus Day."
Merrick beamed at her, attempting to conceal his delight by asking brightly, "Where do I find anti-septic ointment and plasters?"
"The cupboard above the fruit bowl in the kitchen, second shelf."
The kitchen was immaculate - not a sign of a dirty dish or anything out of place. Even the mauve bra and bikini pants and a flimsy night-dress on a clothes horse against the glass door opening on to a balcony were neatly arranged, signalling that even if Kirsty were a slut at least she was a tidy slut. Slut? He felt guilty as if he'd brutalised her mentally. The woman was entitled to earn a living the way she chose, and at least she was not trolling the streets as far as he knew. Would she be pre-judging him like that? Not likely.
Merrick strolled back into the living room with ointment, plaster and a tube of arnica.
"Look, to counter bruising," he said triumphantly, then stopped, realising that she was asleep.
After treating the wound and placing the throw rug from the back of the couch over her, Merrick wandered around the room looking at the paintings and knickknacks. If the furnishings did not belong to the owner of the apartment it was obvious that Mr Lucky was here for the long-haul.
Mr Lucky?
That question startled Merrick. He'd already assessed her as being a desirable – er- companion and that, for him, was entirely normal. But surprisingly he'd advanced into making a valued judgement – responding emotionally with concern about her personal relationship with someone else. He felt rising jealousy; attempts to whisper denials died in his throat, no doubt strangled by guilt.
An hour earlier he'd behaved like a yokel, lunging backwards into this woman and hurting her, and now he was on the verge of thinking about mounting a seduction. He shook his head in wonderment - did this mean his post-divorce depression had lifted?
Let it be!
Walking lighter and perhaps even a little taller with the possibility of being released of that self-imposed loading following the divorce he'd never wanted, he revisited the bathroom. Looking around as he stood over the toilet he saw it was expensively fitted out and the bath seemed exceptionally long, prompting visions of Kirsty soaking at one end and Mr Hairy Chest - Merrick grinned, noticing the change from Mr Lucky - lying besotted at the other end of the bath.
Finishing up, he didn't yield to his inquisitive temptation as a journalist to check out the cabinet behind the wall mirror that would reveal in a flash numerous indicators of personal intimacies. Brand preferences for mouth wash, toothpaste, dental floss, razor, talc powder and the like. He'd forgo that sneaky review of cupboard contents, thus avoiding of the possibility of being faced with a pile of contraceptives; that was not an image he wanted to retain of his Kirsty.
Merrick smiled thinly. So already she was his Kirsty. Oh great, and what had he done to earn that accord? Accepted her kind invitation to coffee and gently put on a clean plaster? This air of the Big Apple is doing crazy things to your mind, he thought, adding, Get a life!
The bedroom was dominated by the bed. It was huge, with pink satin drapes on the wall behind it tied back with gold braid cords and behind that between the drapes was a painting of a knight on a white horse fording a stream in woods and in his arms was a golden-haired princess. The instant Merrick looked at the princess he was aware it Kirsty he saw looking up into the face of the knight with absolute adoration. The bastard had commissioned this painting!
Well, if the likeness of Kirsty was that good presumably he was now looking at Mr Hairy Chest although that fuzz was hidden behind chest armour. In physique he was powerfully built, even allowing for ten percent of artistic licence. Good teeth, observed Merrick walking right up to the foot of the bed, a great smile but the dark eyes looked hard and so did the corners of the smiling mouth for that matter. Not someone to trifle with.
Disappointed that Mr Hairy Chest was not a wimpy looking man, Merrick was in the process of deciding that he'd better not be around when the knight called to revisit his princess and then something caught his attention. He'd missed it after examining her face and then flicking his gaze to her champion: a breast was exposed through a gap in her flimsy white gown. Obviously the period was not mid-winter, Merrick deduced, but it probably was not mid-summer either otherwise Hairy Chest would have been swimming in sweat in his armour. That would explain why the nipple of the princess was standing proud - she was cold!
Pleased with his speculation, he examined the breast and for the best part of a year felt himself about to drool. It was rigid and shapely. Even allowing for the aroused sensuality of the artist - whether it be male or female - at the sitting leading to fifteen percent exaggeration, it would still be a handsome breast with a hidden one to match.
The books on the cabinet on the left indicated that was Hairy Chest's side - all three were products of blood and guts writers and there was a big alarm clock - women with good eyesight would prefer a more delicate and perhaps fancier encased device - and there was a fitting for a notebook computer connection screwed to the cabinet top and a portable printer in the opening directly beneath it.
Merrick walked around to the other side of the bed where he found on the cabinet top a book on the life of Joan of Arc and an open diary that he did not read. The opening below was crammed with what appeared to be on-line shopping catalogues. He then noticed that there was a fitting for a notebook computer connection behind the Joan of Arc book.
Opening a wardrobe door Merrick closed it quickly. It was full of male clothing. The other two wardrobe openings were fully feminine - a virtual fruit salad mix of fragrances suggesting various traces of perfumes, talcs and hair sprays. Absolutely no suggestion of body odour as faintly apparent in the wardrobe of her partner.
Blessed - or alternatively, cursed - with the unrestrained ability to invade privacy honed from years as working as a freelance investigative photo-journalist, Merrick pulled open the top drawer of the wardrobe drawers. The divided drawer was filled with panties on one side, stockings on the other with no panty hose in sight. There were a number of rather sexy elastic topped stockings that one sees featured prominently in men's magazines.
The next drawer down contained bras on one side, garter belts on the other. That interested Merrick - who had the big interest in stockings supported by a garter belt. His divorced wife Kate had only acquired garter belts shortly after meeting Simon which was a liaison that would tear apart an eleven-year marriage.
Merrick opened and quickly closed the next drawer; it was filled mainly with the sort of bedroom gear a woman would wear to excite her man. However he did note a couple of rather thick night dresses that she probably wore during winter when Romeo was at home with the wife in Atlantic City or elsewhere.
The bottom drawer was of far greater interest to him. It was filled with an array of clothing and light equipment that identified Kirsty as a gym bunny. That delighted him, providing a far more positive image for him than any connected with bedroom gymnastics.
He closed the drawer knowing from this uninvited intrusion that she favoured pastel patterned underwear with frills and looking along the two open wardrobes he could see one was devoted to cooler season clothing, the other to warmer weather wear. She liked baggy shorts and black dresses. She was his kind of woman!
On the dresser sat an exotic hair brush set. Very nice. The only other item on top was a blue cut-glass spray bottle - one of those old-fashion types with a hand-pump bulb at the end of a short tube connecting to the top of the bottle. So, where were the lipsticks, powers, lotions and jewellery? In the drawers of course, bonehead!
There was an entire drawer of perfumes, each sitting in its own enclosure. Most were of French origin; very nice.
The drawer of lotions seemed to span every treatment for wrinkles, blemishes and dry patches known to mankind.
On the other side Merrick found the jewels, and gasped. He knew a little about jewellery, having bought increasingly expensive trinkets for his mother over much of his lifetime, for his sister almost over her entire lifetime and then expensive items for Kate, whose preference was for gold, silver or platinum. Some individual items in this drawer could be traded for a car and two boxed necklaces in the drawer below could perhaps be traded for an apartment or small house. No doubt even more lavish gifts from Hairy Chest were stashed away in safe custody. Sadly, Merrick accepted he was out of his league.
Back in the bathroom Merrick felt dry and hungry. The coffee he'd been offered had not been served.
Washing his face he looked into the mirror. Reflected back was the face of a youngish thirty-five year old, square jawed, clean-shaven and not unduly lined and lightly tanned. Women still referred to him as being handsome - female relatives including his sister, that is - but Merrick had been inclined to dismiss that as flattery. His nose was a little too wide and flat, his green eyes a little too recessed and his hair did not have the right colour for him to be called handsome.
The hair was a mousy brown infiltrated with fair streaks. Merrick was unaware that women existed who were unimpressed by blond or black haired men, suspicious that such men lack fidelity. He assumed his overhanging eyebrows served to frame the luminosity of eyes that had attracted Kirsty whether or not she wished to admit that.
Merrick's build was solid - his shoulders square and wide but his straight down trunk meant he missed having the copybook tapered waist that women writers love to go on about. At least he knew he scored with a firm and perhaps noticeable butt in terms of a feminine appraisal. Legs as with arms were strongly muscular from gym work and sports and physical recreational activity.
Well, Little Brother - the name he used for himself when in an uncertain situation of introspection - what now? Leave after writing a note, or stay till she wakes? A conventional person would have answered that poser without hesitation – go. Merrick was habitually a little devious so it suited him to reply, stay Buddy as she has still to serve you coffee.
In the kitchen he found a beer in the fridge and demolished that while making himself a salad sandwich. No way could Kirsty be a slut, he insisted; she was too tidy to be anything but top shelf. He grinned, thinking that had she been after a piece of his ass she would have not rolled down her stocking so discreetly - she would have allowed him to manage that delicate operation while staring into his eyes, tongue tip protruding between her teeth with the sexiness perfected by the sexiest of American women. Wow, that was a up tempo piece of thinking.
Merrick cleaned up, leaving the kitchen how he'd found it.
It was not quite 7:00, now well dark outside. He pulled a chair over to sit near and facing his beautiful hostess, having dimmed the lights. When she awoke she could give him the promised cup of coffee and he'd depart.
Hours later Merrick awoke. Taking a few seconds to adjust to his situation - and realising that he was still recovering from jet-lag - he noted Kirsty was no longer on the couch. The throw rug that he'd placed over her was now over him.
He checked the time - just after 4:00. Well, Aunt Betty and Uncle James had been warned he may be late returning home so would have gone to bed perhaps not particularly worried. He'd better phone them at 6:00 before they called up a posse.
Merrick peeped into the bedroom. Kirsty was a shapeless hump in the bed, just the back of her hair showing. He carried his chair into the bedroom to just inside the door, and settled down facing her. Within minutes he'd drifted off to sleep with the image of her in a bubble bath holding up a shapely leg for him to remove a stocking.
Just before 6:00 he awoke to feel something fluttering on his unshaven cheek, knowing from old that it was a feathery kiss, one of the best kisses of all. As his eyes opened she stepped back, all smiles.
"I had hoped you'd stay," she said, simply.
"I'm waiting for my coffee."
She giggled.
"Then you are going to have to wait for some time as I am in no hurry to let you go. I'm off for a run with a group of friends through Central Park. Please be here when I return."
"Can I come with you?"
Kirsty looked surprised and pleased.
"Do you run? We are all quite good and keep up a keen pace. Of course I could always fall back to keep with you. I just run with the group as one never knows who one will meet at this time of day in the park."
"You won't have to bother about me not keeping up. What size are your running shoes?"
"Sixes."
"Oh."
"Spiros's are tens."
Ah, the name, a man of European descent it would seem.
"I guess your foot is a bit smaller?"
"Yes, a full size actually."
"Well I get some clothes out for you and a pair of his ordinary socks as well as his thick winter socks."
"Thanks - meanwhile may I phone my Aunt in Bellmore - she'll call out the police if she wakes and finds I did not come home last night."
"Of course, not that the police would do anything but record details. We are a big city, people go missing all the time. Here's my phone."
Merrick went into the living room and made the call to his aunt who was grumpy at being woken when it was still dark. She'd not even missed him and when Merrick explained where he was Aunty Betty expressed disgust.
"She's not a street prostitute, Aunty Betty - far from it."
Horrified that Kirsty could hear the conversation, Merrick was relieved to hear her cracking up with laughter in the bedroom.
"No, I can't indicate when I will return, she wants to keep me here until she makes me coffee and she won't be doing that until it suits her."
"No, it's not deviate behaviour - she's a regular woman, no doubt exactly like you were when you were twenty-five Aunty Betty."
By now Kirsty sounded almost in hysterics.
"Goodbye, Aunty Betty. And tell Uncle James not to worry."
"Yes, I will use protection if the need arises, which I'm sure it won't."
The call had terminated before Merrick had mischievously added that last comment. He went into the bedroom where Kirsty was dabbing her eyes.
"That call - that call was one of the funniest I've ever overheard," she giggled. "She'll think you are lying, you know. Old aunts usually expect randy nephews to lie to them."
"Randy? Have I given you justification to earn such a title?"
"No, not at all. But I know how old aunts think, that's all I'm saying."
"Thank God for that. I have been on my best behaviour since I wounded you, apart from poking around your apartment while you slept."
"Really? Trying on my underwear?"
"No, not even tempted. But I would like to see you in one of those little black dresses."
Kirsty looked at him through narrowed eyes, and then said, "Come on –get into these clothes. We must rush if we are to join the pack. Here, let me help you."
Merrick hauled off his polo shirt and she handed him a running singlet, turning her back as she held out a pair of lined running shorts. They were rather baggy, he found, after dropping his track suit pants and underpants.
"Put the thin socks on first," she ordered, turning the instant he said he was decent.
As soon as he'd laced up the shoes they were out the door and into the elevator.
She smiled and hauled open the door as Merrick pulled in the waist ties of his shorts even tighter.
They met a pack of ten runners aged from around seventeen to sixty-five perhaps, jogging up and down rarin' to go.
"This is a New Zealander who goes by the name of Merrick, who is staying temporarily in the apartment next door to me," Kirsty lied. "No time for all round introductions, let's go!"
As they entered the apartment Kirsty said, "I'm running a bath. You can either go first, last or with me." Merrick said "With you", not giving himself the chance to teeter.
"Right, you do the bath and I'll get us a couple of energy drinks and bagels."
Merrick fancied he detected a touch of excitement in her voice but dismissed that as wishful thinking. She was just being sisterly - or perhaps there were water restrictions? No, she'd made no mention of that. Christ, he hoped he didn't get a boner before climbing into the bath!
As he turned on the water he tried to fill his mind with a hundred thousand look-alike Chinese on a great march alongside a walled city - no it was a the Great Wall - no it was in India and they were Indians. Dark clouds came into the image and it began to rain with everyone appearing to be depressed. The rain lifted and a plague of flying mice arrived overhead, somewhere in South Australia perhaps? There were wheat fields.
He looked down and found it was time to turn off the water. Kirsty arrived with the refreshments. She appeared to have done her hair and definitely had applied make-up; she'd only had lipstick on previously. There was need to recall the mind-filling image of flying mice over the wheat field in South Australia to avert a boner.
"Oh," said Kirsty. "You haven't put in bubble bath mix. It's lovely to luxuriate in bubbles."
Or to conceal one's form, mused Merrick, preparing to be asked to turn around.
Kirsty tipped in a dollop of bubble mix then stood back, faced him and dropped her track suit. She was totally nude and devoid of pubic hair. Her body was gorgeous.
"How do I look?" she asked, head tipped on an enquiring angle.
"Stunning, absolutely stunning."
She looked pleased and stepping into the bath, laying back to watch him.
The vision of flying mice had now become two mountain peaks in the Southern Alps of New Zealand and with a start Merrick realised that they were conical in shape. With relief both were struck simultaneously by huge avalanches, losing any connection with the shape of a woman's breasts. He removed his top and allowed his over-size shorts to fall to the ground.
"H-how do I look," he stammered.
She leisurely eyed him up and down.
"Prime, very promising if I may say so."
"Anything you say is honky-dory with me," said Merrick, relieved that his mind control exercises had been eighty-plus percent effective.
He wished she would sit up so he could see her sculptured chest.
She laughed, sitting upright and moving back as he got in: "Honky-dory - what kind of saying is that?"
"I am unaware of its origins but it's a variation for it's very OK," he replied, desperately attempting - and barely succeeding - from unabashed pinpoint focusing on the slightly upturned orbs gracing her chest.
"Flying mice over South Australia," he groaned aloud.
"Pardon me?" she queried. "Did you say flying nice over Australia?"
"A daily ritual of mine," he lied. "I feel so humble at being privileged to be temporarily resident in your great city of New York."
"Oh Lordy!" she exclaimed. "If only you knew what a maelstrom of human beings were are and soaring from the geniuses and creative leading lights to the riff-raff at the bottom of the barrel. In truth your arrival will have raised the bar, albeit microscopically."
As he sunk down into the bath and ran his legs past her hips she lifted her legs and settled them on to his belly. Without thinking he gently grasped her ankles down low clear of her inquiry and sighed. He felt absolutely contented and no longer worried about the antics of his clowning penis that occasionally took on a mind of its own; it too, seem to be wallowing in lethargy.
Directing a warm and dazzling smile at him, Kirsty asked, "Did you envisaged being in a situation such as this within three days of your arrival in the Big Apple as the tourism likes to call it."
"In here, with you, naked?" Merrick stalled.
Kirsty nodded encouragingly, her distracting superstructure now returned into the water.
"I-I-I honestly haven't thought about it."
She raised an eyebrow in the most sophisticated rebuttal, signalling, LIAR.
"No, I didn't."
The eyebrow arched even higher.
A feeling of dread swept over Merrick. Obviously his response was considered to be inadequate. Worries about a rampant penis were no longer with him. The poor fellow was attempting curl up in shame in his under belly. It was time to be upfront.
"Kirsty, my new friend," he began. "Please excuse me but right now I am out of my depth."
"The water is shallow, it's barely over my tits," she giggled.
Then placing a hand over her mouth she released it to say, "Oh, excuse me. I forgot myself for a moment."
"Certainly - after all, this is your home but in my more relaxed moments I as uncouth as the next fellow, though that's unlikely to be of any consolation to you."
"On the contrary," she countered. "I am finding you to be a complex character - someone to trifle with perhaps. Certainly I never had invited another man back to this apartment before, which is saying something. But please proceed, I feel you were about to tickle my fancy with your utterances."
Merrick was gratified to be encouraged to continue. He felt compelled to explain his submissive behaviour, the reason being it was completely out of character.
"I've enjoyed numerous relationships with females of varying ages and in varying circumstances," he confessed, eyes riveted on her left little finger which she was sucking.
God, how can women be so incredibly sexy in indulging in an innocent baby like action like that. Then he spotted the other half: while the little finger was being sucked the thumb and other three fingers were stroking up and down her cheek very sensuously.
The small curled form under his belly stirred and Merrick frantically thought of flying mice over the cornfields - no, dammit, the wheat fields of South Australia.
Kirsty's left foot curled down Merrick's belly.
He gulped as it halted, just short of the hibernating penis.
Flying foxes over the wheat fields of South Australia he thought, urgently trying to conjure up a relieving image. But an error message came back: "Possess no clipart of flying foxes." Bugger, the limitations of one's imagination can at times be rather inconvenient!
"This procrastination," began Kirsty. "I assume that I am correct that you never had had a bath with a female before other than your mother when a babe and after marriage with your wife?"
"You've hit the bull's-eye with that one, Kirsty," said the much relieved man under interrogation, "My mother would be ever so proud of you for arriving at that conclusion."
"And you, Merrick?" Kirsty asked with considerable interest. "How does such activity fit into your expectations?"
"Well, I can only be truthful, Kirsty. In my life there have been one a series of one-nighters and the only extended stayover was with my wife Kate prior to our marriage, now terminated."
"Terminated? I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was her decision to engage with someone else and flee the nest."
"Children?"
"Yes, two. Bella eleven and Giles fourteen."
"Well, I guess just young enough to avoid major dislocation?"
"Yes, the other man is older, her pottery tutor, and fortunately he was childless and just adores the kids."
Kirsty looked at him softly. She leaned forward and took one of his hands.
"Are you still bleeding?"
Merrick told the truth. "The funny thing is that it lifted in here late yesterday. I'd just come back from the kitchen with the anti-septic ointment, tube of arnica and plaster. I-I..."
"Yes," breathed Kirsty, squeezing his hand.
"I-I saw you lying there, asleep. So angelic. The image I captured could have graced any of the walls of the Frick Collection.
"Oh God," gulped Kirsty, turning away to try to conceal an unexpected flush of tears.
But Merrick appeared not to have noticed.
"At that moment I realised the shroud had lifted."
She sobbed, tears streaming down her face. In one graceful, athletic movement she pulled herself erect and stepped out of the bath and fled the room.
Merrick was nonplussed. What there someone at the door, or had she remembered she owed him a cup of coffee?
He dried himself, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the bedroom, discretely coughing as he neared the doorway.
She was standing facing the door, in pale green knickers and garter belt with stockings already attached. A pale green bra dangled from her hand.
"May I help you with that?"
She nodded.
With practised ease - Kate had liked such intimacy - Merrick went behind Kirsty and took the garment from her lifeless hand. He encircled her with it, did up the hooks and then reached around her and cupped each warm, freshly bathed orb into its support cup. He stretched the material out in front of her slightly, and she wriggled herself into a position of maximum comfort. He then bent forward and kissed her right below her right ear.
Kirsty's legs began to crumble but in a swift, powerful move Merrick spun her around and the shock of that returned energy to her legs.
"Right," he said authoritatively, "What goes on next"
"The white leather skirt," she said, her smile returning.
Both of his hands ran down her thighs and lower legs as he stooped to pull up the skirt she'd stepped into. She shivered and sighed.
"Next?"
Her eyes shot open at that command.
"The matching light green shirt, silly," she said. Then looking around realised it was still in the wardrobe.
Returning with it she appeared conscious of his gaze - his appreciative gaze - on her bra-encased breasts.
He stood behind her, helping her into the shirt. His hands rested on hers as she did up the buttons, fumbling as she did so. "Come, let's go out for breakfast," he said. "Are you otherwise engaged today?"
She shook her head.
"I'd like you to come with me to Bellmore to meet my mother's sister - you will be entranced by her. She's nothing like the old bat she may have sounded like when I was talking to her on the phone."
Kirsty licked her lips.
"Very well, I'd like that. But your aunty will consider I'm dressed like a whore. I should change."
"Please don't - I want you like this."
"Very well. I'm ready to go. You need to understand this: I haven't been on a real date in years."
As they left Merrick thought this was like walking a dream. It seemed so unlikely and yet she was like no other woman he'd ever met - so assured and classy and yet a self-confessed moll. To be invited to join her in her bath hours after they;d first met and yet hadn't had sex seemed so weird but with her, the way she projected herself with such confidence and directness, it really seemed less that weird. His word for it was unbelievable and he anticipated more was to come.
To Be Continued
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Title: A Trainer's Tale - Chapter 10 by FoxStriker25
Tags: Clean, Gardevoir, Human, Mismagius, Pokemon
Author's Note: *So yeah. It's here. I don't know what to say, so I'll jut stop here and let you all read.* *I apologize for any grammar mistakes. When I first got this back from my friend, about a quarter of it was marked as "Needs to be worked on".*
**Disclaimer: Pokémon is copyright of Nintendo, Game Freak, etc. Individual characters are my own imaginening, and are not intended to be any part of main cannon / plotline. Individual characters like Aaron, Song, Zin, etc, are my own creations, so please ask before using. Thank you.**
Chapter 10: Observer
I woke up suddenly, the only light in the room was what little filtered in from underneath the closed door. My body moved sluggishly, as I slowly sat at the edge of the bed. I felt my hands curl up into a fist before relaxing again. My toes and fingers wiggled for a moment, before they stopped on their own. Standing up slowly, so as to not disturb anyone's sleep, I made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door and closing it behind me, I turned on the lights. My eyes closed instantly as an overload of light washed everything white. Yawning as my eyes adjusted, I made my way to the white sink. I tested out the water for temperature, and finding a preferred balance of hot and cold, began to wash my face.
"*Interesting. It is good to see that you are not completely under my control, even when you are asleep.*"
I flinched, backing up and almost falling against door behind me. Gasping for breath, I looked around but found no one inside the small room. I rubbed my temples gently, trying to ease what felt like a headache coming along.
"*That will not work, Master.*"
"Mist?" I asked, as realization dawned on me.
"*But of course,*" she said, her voice soft inside my mind. "*Who else would it be that is sharing your body*?"
I nodded slowly, trying not to aggravate the pain that was starting to become more pronounced. A sudden chill went up my spine, as something felt like it was coming out of my back. I lost my balance, only managing to avoid hitting my face against the sink by grabbing hold of it with my hands. On my knees now, my body shivered uncontrollably as what felt like something was being pulled out of me. The sensation wasn't painful, thankfully, but it went with the speed of water trickling through a pin hole.
The seeping sensation became more intense, as Mist's body began to pull out of my chest. I shivered, the feeling of a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head wracking my nerves. Gasps came out strangled, as I tried to keep my mouth clamped shut. It was bad enough that Joy probably suspected something. I didn't want to give her more reasons to treat me differently. Like she needed any more.
As Mist finally exited out of my body, it felt like my body was missing something. The sensation still felt extremely odd, and I tried not thinking about it. She floated in front of me, before coming closer. I cradled her in my arms, still in awe that she can do such things.
Her 'hands' stroked my hair gently as I looked at her with a mix of fear and respect. Mist must have known what I was thinking, because she smiled at me. We didn't speak to each other for a moment, the silence between us was comfortable as I lay there on the tiled floor. She giggled softly after a while, breaking the stillness in the air, as she floated slightly away from me. I stood on shaking feet, my hands holding onto the edges of the sink to steady myself.
"Good morning, Master," Mist said softly. "I apologize for awakening you, but it was for the best."
"Why?" I asked.
"Your body needed to use the restroom," she stated. I sighed, shaking my head.
"Are you going to watch, too?" I asked.
"If that is your wish," she stated enigmatically.
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I exited the room as quietly as I could, closing the door behind me. Mist followed me silently, refusing to rest back inside her Pokéball. I considered recalling her, but thought better of it. Wild Pokémon were known to roam around, so it's better to be safe than sorry.
We made our way down the hallway and into the main room of the Pokémon Center, finding it empty. A Chansey waved in our direction, and I waved back. The Pokémon didn't ask questions, and continued with her duties. It was a good thing, as we didn't want to wake Nurse Joy. We exited the building, the dawn slowly making its way the sky. Street lights were still on as they washed everything in their even white light, even as the sun's rays slowly begun to peek over Mount Coronet. I made my way back west, this time with the intention of going over that bridge. Nausea flooded over me immediately, just from the thought of crossing any bridge. I smothered the feeling as best I could, but my stomach continued to churn against my will.
It wasn't long before we encountered the bridge. I gulped audibly, trying to stem the fear I felt rising again. The water was as calm as I saw it yesterday. I had to remind myself that this couldn't be some flimsy thing. I mean, this was standing next to a city. I'm sure they kept it in constant repair. Right? My feet stopped at the edge of the bridge, nerves beginning to take over again. I could feel the cold sweat dripping down the back of my neck.
"At least if I fall, it won't be so bad," I said out loud, chuckling nervously.
"I have learned from my past mistake, Master," Mist said. "I will not fail you again."
I nodded silently, trying not to think about the possibility of falling. There were no rails, but as I stepped on the wood, it didn't sway. Emboldened, I slowly took another step forward. A smile crept on my face as I took yet another step forward. Though my heart was pounding in my chest and my breath was caught in my throat, I managed to continue walking forward. Mist floated beside me, eyeing me with caution. I smiled widely at her, nodding. Starting to become less hesitant, I tried to walk normally, forcing the hesitation out of me. Though it took a few attempts, my knees stopped locking up and I managed to walk normally up to the halfway point.
A large square platform was the junction that connected two bridges. I nodded, standing in the middle of the square area. Dawn was coming along quickly, shadows of the nearby buildings stretched as the sun finally pulled its light above the horizon. The bridge under my legs didn't sway, though there wasn't any breeze. The water was calm, the surface mirrored the surroundings perfectly. Slight distortions rippled along its surface, from either something shifting or a Pokémon, I couldn't tell, but it was the only thing that disturbed the breathtaking scene.
"Quite a lovely sight, isn't it?"
I gasped, turning around to see a man standing next to me. I didn't even hear him! Either he just moved extremely quietly, or I was completely absorbed in looking around me. I quickly studied him, finding his clothing unlike anything I've ever seen before. The man wore some kind of robe, I imagine? It was a dark brown color, the only thing I could compare it was mud. A matching sash held it tight around his flat waist. Thin looking arms were crossed in front of his chest, long fingers cradling his elbows. A long face with a strong jaw was outlined with a rather wild black beard. The hair on his head matched the beard, though it was more tamed. Though from my perspective, the long hair looked like it needed a good brushing. I could spot some tangles in his hair, though I'm not sure if he didn't mind. His green eyes watched me silently, as if studying me in turn.
I cleared my throat, trying to keep my breathing under control. I nodded to the stranger. "Yeah, it really is," I said, smiling. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you walk up to me."
He bowed his head slightly in my direction. "I apologize. I did not mean to startle you."
He spoke like Mist. I grinned. "No worries. My name's Aaron. Nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand to him.
The man smiled, grasping my outstretched hand in a firm handshake. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Aaron. My name is Aiden."
"It's nice to meet you, Aiden," I said, smiling. "Where are you from, if I might ask?"
The man smiled at me, chuckling softly. "I am not from one of the major cities," he answered me. "I come from the far south, along the Coronet mountain range. There is a monastery there, which I am part of."
"Oh! I've never heard of such a place. It would be nice to visit, if it would be possible."
The man smiled at me. "It is nice to see someone so young be looking for adventure. Are you out to make a name for yourself?"
I grinned. "Kinda. I want to see places, travel. Becoming a Pokémon trainer seemed like the logical step. I'm not interested in becoming famous, if that's what you're asking."
"I see. A wandering spirit," he mused, his smile never leaving his face. "It is my hope that you find what you seek, whatever it may be. And that you have the wisdom to acknowledge it, when you do."
I was stunned for a moment by his words. I coughed, trying to coerce words to come out of my throat. "Thank you, Aiden," I said after a moment. "Sorry, I've never met anyone quite like you. Even living in Solaceon, and that place gets a lot of strange visitors."
"You are not from around here?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Nope, I'm Solaceon born and raised," I said with a hint of pride. "Though it's a small town, that old couple of the daycare center made it famous."
"Yes, I've heard of Solaceon," Aiden said, smiling warmly. "It is a nice quiet town, from what I understand."
"Yep," I said, nodding. "Not a whole lot happens. There's always the Solaceon Ruins to the east, and if you need to visit the Lost Tower, it's only a short walk away."
The man nodded. "Is it true that Pokémon are buried there?" he asked.
"Yes they are. They are placed within their Pokéballs when they are put inside of the tower. There are a lot of graves in there."
"Have you been inside of it?"
I nodded. "I helped keep it as clean as possible while I lived in Solaceon. So many leaves. I still don't know how they kept getting in there. Are you headed for the Lost Tower?"
For the first time, his smile left his face. He looked immensely sad. I was about to apologize, but Aiden shook his head. Though the smile wasn't back, the frown was replaced with a stoic look.
"Yes, that is my ultimate destination on this journey," he said, his voice rather flat.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking away. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I've met a few trainers while I was cleaning around the Lost Tower. It was always an awkward moment when it was brought up.
When I looked back at the man, the smile had returned. He shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "Please, do not apologize, for you could not have known," he said gently. "It is my partner's brother who I am to honor."
"I see," I said, still feeling awkward.
"I can tell that this subject bothers you," he said, chuckling softly.
I cringed at the accusation, but I sighed. "Yeah, talking about the dead isn't easy for me. It doesn't feel right. Don't really know how to explain it."
Aiden laughed, his head thrown back as he guffawed loudly to the morning air. I turned to Mist, who shook her head at me when I raised an eyebrow at her. I turned back to Aiden, who was now chuckling.
"Please, do not feel this way," he said, smiling again. "While it is unfortunate that these things happen, everything happens for a reason."
*Right*, I thought darkly. *Because Darkrai completely had a reason to do what he did*.
Aiden must have seen a change on my face, or the way I was standing. His eyes narrowed for a moment, his easy smile disappearing into his stoic look once more. I don't think he looked disapprovingly at me, but there was something that told me that he would argue his logic to the ends of the earth if he had to. We stayed silent, and while trying to get out of this weird situation, Mist tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned to Mist, who had her eyes narrowed past me. "We should head back, Master," she whispered. "I do not like this human."
I nodded. Sounded like a good enough of a reason to get out of here. "Aiden, I apologize, but I have to head back," I said, forcing a smile. "Have to get my Pokémon and things from the center. Meet up with my friends, busy day."
"I see," he said, nodding. "Mind if I follow you? I would like to rest for the moment."
I nodded. "Sure, I'll show you were the Pokémon Center is."
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Hurray for small victories. Walked over a bridge and didn't freak out. Twice!
Aiden and I walked inside the Pokémon Center, to run into Joy and Jonathan. I was about to greet them when the first thing I get is a punch that left my head ringing.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" Joy demanded sternly. I stumbled backwards, held up by Aiden to prevent me from falling. Damn, she hit hard.
"You pathetic excuse of what crawled into your mother's womb!" Mist raged loudly, floating in front of Joy's face. "You shall NEVER hit my Master!"
She punctuated her verbal threat with a physical one, a wave of shadow energy pulsing in front of the ghost. Joy only had a moment's notice, but even when she brought her hands forward to protect herself, it seemed to have little to no effect in helping her. The wave of energy washed over her, pushing her back. Joy slammed against the receptionist counter with a loud thud. Joy let out a gasp of pain, though she didn't attempt to stand. Mist slowly floated towards her target, though I have no idea what kind of intentions she had. Before anything worse could be done, I decided to intervene. I quickly made my way to the floating ghost and spun her around to face me. Her eyes glowed brightly, though when before I would associate that light with the normal calm Mist I know, this light that came was wild and erratic. I made the mental picture of trying to put lightning in a bottle, power barely being contained inside of its vessel.
"Mist, I'm going to ask you to stop," I said, trying to swallow the fear that was beginning to crawl up my throat. "I appreciate what you-."
"No!" she screamed at me, purple energy crackling around the ghost. "She has no right to hit you! I will not tolerate it anymore! This is the last-."
"MIST!"
For the first time, I screamed at her. She was silent as soon as her name echoed around the room loudly. If anyone wasn't awake yet, they were now. If they didn't wake up to Joy banging her head against the desk a few moments prior, that is. For a moment, I hesitated, probably being the focus of everyone's attention at the moment. I shook my head, both to clear my head of the fear and buying myself time to think of something.
In a flash of inspiration, I decided to take this somewhere else. Anywhere that was away from Joy. I don't think that having her there would benefit anyone at the moment. While still holding onto Mist, I made my way outside again. A few people turned towards me, giving me awkward looks, but I ignored them. I headed south this time, following the road towards the outskirts of town. Now that we were out of earshot from anyone, and away from Joy, it felt like a good opportunity to talk to Mist. She squirmed out of my hands immediately, floating in front of me with a look that I could only describe as hate on her face.
"Mist," I said, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves and voice, "why did you do that?"
She didn't answer immediately. I was afraid that she would start yelling at me. After a moment, she sighed, hovering there silently. The glow ebbed from around her, but didn't stir. I didn't know if she had an answer or not, so I continued regardless.
"Look, I can appreciate what you did to an extent," I said, giving her a small smile. "But hurting her isn't going to help us. I don't really like her either, but she's determined to come along, and Jonathan doesn't seem to mind her."
"So, are you not going to fight?" Mist asked softly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, perplexed. "Fight?"
"Were you just going to allow her to belittle you?" she asked. Her voice was back to normal, but I could still feel the anger in her words. "Were you just going to sit there and do nothing?"
"Stooping to her level doesn't make us a friend, Mist," I said sternly. "I don't see a reason to fight, nor should you."
"But she hurt you!" Mist exclaimed.
I stood there, quiet for a moment. I had a response in mind, but I decided to switch tactics.
"Mist, I appreciate your concern over me. I really do," I said, crossing my hands in front of my chest. "But, since when did you become so concerned for me?"
"I truly do not wish to talk about it," she stated.
"Why?" I asked softly.
A gust of wind swept around us, whistling softly past. Mist's eyes widened at my question, and she quickly looked away. It was the first time I've seen the Mismagius act so awkward around me. She gave me the feeling that she was always completely sure of herself. That personality was no longer in front of me. What was left was an unsure being, her eyes darting to and away from me. Her gems glowed erratically as her makeshift hands played with the frills of her dress.
"Please, answer me Mist," I pressed gently. I extended my hands to her, hoping that she would accept. "I promise I won't be mad."
"I know you will not," she said, slowly approaching me. Silence threatened to loom over us again, but she shook her head after a moment. It was as if the act cleared her mind.
"My previous master," she said suddenly, "she... she was not the best person to choose, now looking back in hindsight."
I probably was looking rather confused, for she elaborated. "Ghost Pokémon are not easily captured. We choose to go with a trainer, not the other way around. We do not appear in front of someone that we do not consider worthy in some degree."
I nodded in understanding, but kept quiet. This wasn't easy for her to talk about, that much was obvious. Though I've never taken her for hesitating in most things, I could understand being so cautious now. I imagine that it was the fear of abandonment that held her. I wouldn't imagine why she would feel that way, seeing as that she's probably pulled everything out of my head by now. Knowing and doing are two different things, though.
She sighed after a moment. "I had chosen a female trainer that was passing by," Mist said. Her voice was quivering slightly, distorting the speech. "When this happened, it was not the first time I had seen her. She looks rather similar to this Joy woman, but her hair was blonde and her features were more rugged.
"I presented myself to her in her dreams," Mist continued. "She was ecstatic about me. She was looking for a ghost Pokémon to finish building her team. That was her excuse. After being captured, everything was as well as I expected. That trainer made me feel like I belonged, that I had a place where before I had only my own."
I wanted to stop her. It wasn't that I didn't want to hear the story, far from it. I didn't want to see her in this weakened state. It looked like she wanted to sink through the ground, and never reappear. I reached out to her, placing my hands at her waist and bringing her close to me. While she didn't cry, Mist shivered against me.
"She wanted me to be a child bearer," Mist intoned. "She was planning on using me as a breeding tool. I did not believe it, until they put me in that damnable daycare center with that shape changing blob."
I nodded. I had a feeling this was going to turn ugly.
"That is not what the worst offense was," Mist continued, looking up to me. "While I did obey her, out of nothing but the link of master and servant, I could not bear the child."
I blinked, the implication sinking in really quickly. "Wait, so you're infertile?" I blurted.
Mist nodded slowly, and I felt like an idiot for saying it like that. She smiled sadly at me, patting my cheek with one of her hands. "It is not your fault, Master."
"I should have been more tactful, though," I countered with a frown.
"Perhaps, but I know you did not mean to be hurtful," she said, a smile creeping on her face. That smile quickly disappeared, as she threw her arms around my neck and shivered in my arms again.
"Please do not send me away."
I was shocked for a moment. Why would she think I would? Because she wasn't fertile? While unfortunate, it isn't going to stop her from being next to me. I raised Mist's head from my chest, my fingers gently tracing the outline of her face. I smiled down at the ghost in my arms, taking a moment for her to finally relax in my arms.
"Mist, I had no idea what you've been through," I said. "As a trainer, I'm sorry that you've been through that. But, it doesn't mean that I'm going to send you back. Song is with us, even after our encounter with... that one. I'm not going to send you away, not after all you've done. Not unless you want to, of course."
Mist's expression was somewhere between belief and fear. I didn't let her sit there for long, though. I brought my arms around her and pulled her tightly in a hug. For a moment she stiffened, but then relaxed. Then the tears came, as her body shook in my arms.
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"I'm sorry, Aaron. I know I shouldn't have done that," Joy said.
We were outside of the Pokémon center, standing in front of the twin statues of Palkia and Dialga in Eterna City. Jonathan had agreed to help Aiden get situated while he stayed here in Eterna, so we all agreed to take in the sights. I still wanted to check out the gym, in case there was some sort of procedure that had to be done before challenging the leader. Either way, we weren't going anywhere anytime soon.
We were all spread out. Aiden and Jonathan went together near the steps that led downward to Mount Coronet. They were talking rather animatedly, so I imagined that they knew each other. Joy was standing next to me. As I turned to look at her, she was mumbling softly. I shrugged to myself, not sure if she saw me or not. Mist and Song were both standing near me, keeping me company. I still didn't want to deal with Zin after Mist threw her into the Pokéball.
I shrugged at Joy. "Look, it doesn't matter," I said. "Just don't hit me again. Not unless I really do something stupid. And even then, I'm pretty sure if you'd talk to me instead, it would be better than punching me in the face."
"Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Really, it isn't that big of a deal, unless you keep reminding me."
"But how do you just shrug it off?" she asked me.
"What do you mean? You hitting me?"
She nodded, and I grinned at her. "Because I won't stoop to your level," I said simply. "I don't think I need to hit someone to get their attention, or for you to punch my face to get mine. If you really wanted to say something, you'd ask for my attention, in a way that doesn't involve physical violence."
She stayed quiet, and I continued. "Besides, do you really want to get on Zin's bad side? Or even worse, be on bad terms with Song and Mist?"
She stiffened at the mention of the last two. Seeing as they were both present in the conversation, it had that implication that they could do something. Plus, they heard her confession. I don't think they'd go easy on her now. Especially Mist, after that display earlier.
"So again, don't worry too much," I said, chuckling.
"I'll try not to," she said softly.
"You can always go your own way. No one's making you go with us," I pointed out.
"I asked Jonathan if I could travel with you two, and he said to ask you," she said softly. "After the short time that we've known each other, I don't think that'll happen, knowing how I've acted."
So, when in the world did this change of heart happen? I shook my head, trying to get that annoyed feeling from my chest. But why would Jonathan defer such a decision to me? Shouldn't it be at least a group choice? I'll talk to him about it later.
On one hand, she was an experienced trainer, and she claims that she's a breeder. She's obviously used to traveling, much like Jonathan in that respect. She seems to know the areas around Sinnoh pretty well, as well as local Pokémon information. How in the world she knew about the Abomasnow migratory path, I'll never know. Maybe it really was just local information, and we messed up. Rather glad that we ran into her, even if it was by chance. Though I'm pretty sure Spirit would have handled things if given the opportunity.
On the other hand, she was a bit arrogant, impulsive, and downright rude. She likes hitting me in the face, and loves to pick a fight. I'm honestly surprised that I've managed to tolerate it for this long. I imagine Jonathan has more experience with asinine people than I do, but it's reached the point of ridiculous in my book. I mean, who goes and slaps someone across the face for looking at them? OK, staring, but even then, who does that? Not even Song would. Well, except that one time when a pretty girl was walking by. I think I deserved it, because I ended up drooling.
"Would it be really that bad to have her with us, Master?" Song asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"No, it wouldn't," I said, shaking my head. I faced Joy to address her. "You can come, as long as Jonathan has no major complaints. Though from what you said, I don't think he does."
She smiled at me, a sigh of relief heaving out of her chest. She grabbed and shook my hand forcibly, almost making me bounce up and down by sheer force.
"You won't regret this! I promise!" she said, before releasing me. "Oh! I gotta go get my stuff from Sis. Be right back!"
With that, she ran down the stairs in direction of Eterna. I shook my head as she weaved in between people walking the streets. I wondered what I had just unleashed into my life.
"Are you sure this was a wise choice?" Mist asked, voicing my thoughts.
I chuckled. "Not at all," I answered. "Though there's safety in numbers."
"You and Jonathan have done fine so far," Mist pointed out. "We did not need someone of her caliber."
"Probably," I conceded. "But in all honesty, it's better that she's with us than not. I don't need her spreading around rumors about me."
"What do you mean, Master?" Song intoned.
"Zin's slip up a few days ago," I said, lowering my voice. "She did mention that I was her mate then, remember?"
Both Song and Mist winced at the reference. "I see your point now," Song said, nodding. "It's better if she is with us."
"Well, for the time, anyway," I said, sighing. "Still have no idea what's going to happen when I let Zin out."
"I am sure that she would be content to see you once more," Mist said calmly. "I did explain to her what was going on."
"Then why did she act the way she did?" I asked.
"Perhaps she forgot?" Mist offered. "I did mention it to her before we left to Eterna."
I shrugged. "Well, we'll deal with it when it comes up. Right now, I still want to inspect this statue more thoroughly."
"Why?" Song asked. "Is it because of the Celestic Ruins?"
"Basically," I answered, tapping the foot of the four legged beast. "Dialga and Palkia are part of the creation process, or so the legend goes. The ruins pointed that there were three creatures created by Arceus. We know these two, but who's the third, is the real question."
I sighed, shaking my head. "I doubt anything is written here that we don't already know, but we can at least cross this place out for any clues if we've inspected it properly."
I ignored the footsteps behind me, focusing my attention on the statue. The wording was still the same as I remembered from when we passed this a few days ago. I ran my fingers over the letters, trying to embed it all within my memory.
"Dialga and Palkia," I murmured to myself. "The Roar of Time? The Space between Worlds? Would these be their tittles?"
"They are indeed, Aaron," Aiden said, breaking my concentration.
Turning around, both Aiden and Jonathan stood next to me, looking curiously at my actions. I looked at Aiden curiously when he didn't continue. With a smile, he spoke to me. "Would you like to know what information I have?"
I nodded. His smile widened as he continued. "It is generally believed that Arceus is the creator, correct? Well, the first things he created were his first two sons. Dialga and Palkia, time and space made physical beings. To Dialga, Arceus gave him rule of the stars, while to Palkia, he gave the power of space and dimensions."
"That sounds a bit crazy," I said, frowning. "I've never heard of this, not even in all my time with my parent's research."
"Not much is recorded, and quite a bit is inferred by other, older writings," Aiden said, nodding. "It is as much belief as it is a mystery."
I sighed, frowning. "That doesn't explain the third jewel I saw in the Celestic Ruins."
"That would be Giratina," Aiden said stoically. I blinked for a moment. The name sounded familiar. I know I've at least read it once before.
"Isn't Giratina the gatekeeper?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, that is what is generally believed," Aiden conceded. "It has not been made apparent what is Giratina's duty. All that is known is that he is the third son."
"What is he the gatekeeper for?" I asked.
Jonathan looked at Aiden, who shrugged. Turning to me, Jonathan said, "Well, it is generally believed that Giratina is the gatekeeper of the dead, to be judged by him in front of Arceus."
"It is also implied that he was given charge of our world as its caretaker," Aiden intoned. "Similar to how Dialga was given the stars and Palkia was given the dimensions as their duties."
I nodded, taking this new information. "That still doesn't explain why Darkrai showed up, though," I said, sighing.
Aiden flinched, bringing his hands over his ears and eyes wide. "You fought against the Night Walker?" he asked in a hushed whisper.
I sighed and nodded. "Not willingly, if that's what you're worried about," I answered. "He kinda picked a fight with me."
He blinked for a moment, before turning to Jonathan. "Is this what you were worried about when you visited?" Aiden asked him.
Jonathan nodded. "Yeah, this was exactly what I feared."
I looked at them, confused at what they were talking about. They ignored me for the moment, as they looked at each other. Through the silence, they seemed to reach an agreement. Aiden nodded, while Jonathan just shook his head and sighed.
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" I asked at the two.
"It would be better if I showed you, but this isn't the place," Jonathan said. "Where's Joy?"
"I'm right here!"
I turned around to see Song helping Joy with her belongings. She had various objects in her hands, which seemed to have fallen at one point or another. I sighed, shaking my head at the sight. At least Song seemed to be taking everything in stride.
"Change of plans," Jonathan stated. "We're headed south."
"South?" I asked. "But what about the gym?"
"The gym isn't going anywhere," he rebuked calmly, shaking his head. "Where we're going, we have a chance to helping solve this mystery about Darkrai."
Joy stiffened visibly at the name. "Wait what? What are we doing?" she asked.
"Aaron, can you pull out your Pokédex, please?" Jonathan asked me, ignoring Joy's question.
I nodded, pulling the device out of my pocket and opening it. Activating the map function, I passed it over to Jonathan. He quickly tapped a few buttons and passed it over to me again. Instead of the local Sinnoh area, where the major routes and cities were labeled, there were more routes and a few locations that I've never even heard of before.
"There's a monastery, hidden near the edge of the land mass of Sinnoh, located at the end of the Coronet Mountain range," he said, nodding. "This is where I was before I flew over here to Celestic Town to correlate information."
"Is that what you were doing? Gathering information?" I asked.
"I told you that I'm also looking into this whole Darkrai phenomenon," he said, rolling his eyes. "You just so happened to be the latest victim."
"Wait, what's going on again?" Joy asked.
"I'll fill you in when we land," Jonathan said, shaking his head. "Unless you guys have some fast flyers, we're in for a long trip."
"But I thought we were going to stay here longer?" Joy asked, clearly irritated. "I wanted to talk to my sister!"
"Unfortunately, we don't have the luxury," Jonathan said clearly. "Either you come with us, or you can stay. We'll be back, Arceus willing."
I looked at Jonathan for a moment, thinking that he lost his marbles. What would be willing to kill us? Oh, wait, that's right, kinda hard to get away from darkness itself if it wants you.
"My master would be glad to see you once again, Jonathan," Aiden said, bowing to us. "May your journey be swift, and the winds of hope be at your back."
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We were to leave as soon as we resupplied back in town. I was still miffed about not checking out the gym, but I guess Jonathan had a point. It wasn't going anywhere, and we'll be back. Hopefully we can learn something productive, and this trip doesn't end up feeling like a wild chase across Sinnoh. It's already starting to feel a bit hopeless. I was still stuffing the last bit of potions and vitamins in my backpack when Jonathan and Joy ran into me inside the Pokémon Center. They gave me an inquisitive look, and I just shrugged.
"With this guy," I said, pointing at Jonathan, "I have a feeling that I wouldn't know when we'll reach this place. I'm just making sure we're prepared with extra supplies."
"We all bought extra supplies," Joy reminded me.
"Extra on extra," I said, grinning. She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, but left the subject lie. Though we didn't exactly see eye to eye, it looked like she was making an effort to change. I can live with that.
Jonathan chuckled at me, though. "Very true, that is," he said. "While Storm can get there in no time, I don't know how fast your flying Pokémon are, so we'll take our time getting there. Hopefully luck is with us and the weather stays clear. We don't need anything starting up that'll throw us off-track."
Both me and Joy nodded. We really didn't need something like that messing our travels. Getting lost is one thing, because at least the maps were accurate on my Pokédex. Becoming separated in the wilderness, where maps were less updated, it would be equal to suicide. I picked up my backpack and headed outside, quickly followed by my two companions.
It was a brand new day. We decided to stay over to get a good night of rest and double checking our Pokémon, before making such a long journey. Jonathan estimates it would take us at least five days to get there. I'm betting my money on a week.
I fished out Spirit's Pokéball, quickly letting the green dragon out of her confines. When she fully materialized, she gave me a quick hug, seemingly intent on double checking my physical condition. I chuckled as she ran her claws through my hair and opening my mouth with her claws. I obliged as best I could, though I had no idea why she would need to check my tonsils.
"Why does she do that?" Jonathan asked, putting away his Dragonite's Pokéball.
"Beats me," I said, shrugging. "I think she's making up for being shy around me."
Spirit nodded, the scales around her cheeks changing into that familiar red hue. I laughed as I patted her on the shoulder. She smiled down at me, but immediately cringed when she looked in Joy's direction. I turned to see that three headed thing again, hovering next to her.
"That thing isn't going to roar at me again, right?" I asked, backing away slightly.
Joy laughed, petting the Pokémon's 'arm'. I don't even know if it can be called an arm, because both ended in a face with a huge maw. Filled with teeth.
"Zefyra understands that you aren't a threat," she said, giggling. "She might allow you to pet her."
"I'll let her decide that, thank you," I said, waving my hands in front of me. "No need to get my hands bitten off."
"And before I forget, her species is called Hydreigon," she said, smiling. The beast in her hands rumbled happily, two of her three heads nodding simultaneously.
"I'll remember that," I said, grinning. "Though I think that Jonathan is waiting for us."
"Thank you for remembering me," he said, already atop of his Dragonite. "If you two are done introducing each other, we need to get going. Daylight's burning."
Spirit quickly bent down as I made myself comfortable. Double checking my backpack straps and making sure I wasn't going to slide off Spirit's back. She tested her wings, their buzzing louder than what I was used to. I was sitting on her back, my legs just behind where her wings were. I grinned as she twisted her neck to see if I was alright. I nodded and leaned forward to pat her neck gently, and she nodded back at me. After adjusting her footing for a moment, a leap into the air had me holding onto her shoulders. Her wings buzzing next to me, I looked to my side to see the roof of the Pokémon Center pass by.
Jonathan was already in the air, and Spirit aligned herself to him and his Dragonite, Storm. How did he take off without me noticing? I voiced my concern, raising my voice over the buzzing of Spirit's wings.
"She's pretty good about that, isn't she?" he asked rhetorically, his voice loud. "Storm's had a lot of practice!"
I shrugged, and he laughed, tilting his head backwards. I was afraid that he was going to fall, though my worry was proven false as Storm adjusted to him. He nodded at me, pointing next to me. I turned to see Joy and her Hydreigon, Zefyra, flying next to me. The beast's six wings beat at the air, lifting her without seemingly a care. I nodded at her, as a blast of air made me aware that Jonathan has moving. Joy laughed, shaking her head and motioned me to follow. I patted Spirit on the neck and nodded. Don't know if it was for my own sake, or if she saw the action. She raced after them just the same, flying in formation behind Zefyra and Joy.
I couldn't tell how fast we were traveling, but if I was to venture a guess, pretty fast. The wind howled, mimicking the sound of a Houndoom, the temperature making me shiver slightly. The sun was still shining, which helped a lot to mitigate that feeling though. It was the reason why I wasn't wearing a jacket. Sensibilities be forgotten, we were going to solve this damn mystery, one way or another.
I thought wistfully of home. I wondered how mom and dad were doing. Were they worried about me? I imagine they were. They're parents, after all. I wonder how they would react if I called them about breaking my ribs. Or meeting Suicune. What about finding Xola almost dead? Darkrai? Would they even believe me? I sighed, closing my eyes and shaking my head. No use worrying about that right now. Maybe I can use that phone thing that Jonathan did to my Pokédex to call them. Hopefully it can get a signal, wherever we're headed.
Dread rose in my stomach suddenly. What if Darkrai found out about my parents? My heart felt like it skipped a beat at the implication. They didn't have Pokémon to defend themselves if he did show up. I ground my teeth, and I pulled my hands from Spirit's shoulders, to avoid surprising her by accident. Taking deep breaths, I forced myself to focus on Zefyra and the Pokémon's rider. Spirit's neck twisted slightly, red covered eye looking at me with caution. I smiled, shaking my head at her. I doubt she bought my ruse, but she nodded and kept flying, following our guide to wherever this place was.
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We began our decent around what looked like midday. The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were getting thicker when I saw Storm and Jonathan slowly lowering themselves into the cloud cover underneath us. I leaned forward, holding tightly against Spirit as we followed Joy and Zefyra into the clouds. I closed my eyes, the water droplets obscuring my vision and making it painful to try to keep up. I envied my Flygon slightly, for having natural eye protection. Passing the cloud cover didn't take as long as I thought, as the droplets of water stopped soaking everything I had.
The clouds above us now were uniform across the sky, fluffy white preventing the sun's rays from fully reaching the surface. Thankfully, both Jonathan and Joy were easy to spot above the impressive tree line and the rolling mountains that spanned the landscape. While the trees were thick in some areas, it wasn't all connected. Large open areas were easily visible from our vantage point, and it's where Jonathan was headed. Both Joy and myself quickly followed him towards one of these spots. From high above, it didn't look like it had much in the way of grass. It looked like a barren rock field in a rather circular shape. Like someone made a cut-out of the forest, and forgot to put it back.
Spirit landed next to Zefyra, and I dismounted as quickly as I could. I wanted to give her a good rest before we flew again. Scratching under her chin, she gave me a sigh of relief. I grinned as she tried to mimic my actions, and I followed with my other unoccupied hand. She copied me again, using both of her claws to gently scratch my neck. I chuckled as I stopped, and she quickly followed suit. I wondered if she was ticklish.
"Alright, we're going to set up camp here," Jonathan said, nodding. "We're making great time."
"Why are we stopping so early?" I asked. "It looks like it's barely noon."
"It's about one o'clock right now, but yeah," he said, waving my comment away. "The reason why we stopped is because the next part has no clear and safe area to land to rest. I don't want to overextend ourselves without a reason."
I nodded, understanding the concern. Knowing him, he'd be there by now.
"Let's set up," Joy said, nodding. "If you two give me your tents, I'll set them up. If you two brought food, one of you can cook it and the other can look for dead branches for the fire."
"Dibs on cooking!" Jonathan exclaimed, as soon as Joy finished talking. I blinked, surprised by the reaction.
I shrugged regardless. Wasn't going to complain about it, and I wasn't sure about my own cooking skills anyway.
"Spirit, I want you to rest here, alright?" I asked her, gently petting her in between her eyes. "You deserve a rest."
She nodded, though gave me a concerned look. "What, you think I'll be in danger?" I asked her.
She nodded, playing with her claws again. I chuckled, opening Song's Pokéball. The Gardevoir appeared with a twirl next to me, a soft giggle in my ears.
"It's good to finally be out of that thing," she said happily. "Are we there yet?"
"No, not by a long shot," I said, chuckling. At her sigh, I shook my head. "Apparently, this place is at the end of the Coronet Mountains. Jonathan guesses we'll make it there in five days."
"I think a week is more appropriate," she said, nodding.
I laughed, shaking my head. "Well anyway, I've been asked to gather some firewood. Would you like to help me?"
"But of course!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hands. I stopped her for a moment, if only to shed my backpack and keep it with Spirit for safe keeping.
"Let Joy get anything she needs from there, Spirit!" I called, as I was dragged away by Song's enthusiasm. I stumbled a few times, losing my balance on the uneven ground and by being pulled along by Song. She slowed down when she saw me almost fall, laughing about it. I laughed with her, feeling giddy about everything.
"You should let everyone out," Song commented. "It'll do everyone some good."
I nodded, pulling out everyone else's Pokéballs and releasing them. With everyone present and accounted for, it wasn't long before Zin and Akalia tackled me, barely staying upright.
"You did it!" Zin exclaimed at me. "You did it!"
As much as I wanted to ask what she meant, I really didn't want to know. Probably about the whole Mist being possessive thing. I didn't dissuade her, nodding at her happy exclamation.
"Alright, I need help gathering some firewood," I said, smiling at everyone. "Probably what you didn't want to hear, but we get food at the end."
"Cooked food?" Zin asked.
"Yep," I said, nodding. "So find as much as you can. It doesn't look like it's rained around here in a while, so we shouldn't have a problem finding dry stuff."
Everyone nodded, and we walked together in a loose group. Akalia and Zin began finding sticks and branches quickly among the trees. It didn't take long for us to have two good armfuls of the stuff. It also didn't help that Mist was cheating, shaking the trees gently if any loose branches came down. I was quick to point it out, to which she giggled at me.
"Are you truly going to argue?" she asked.
"Not me, but probably an angry bird," I said, grinning.
To prove my point, a Murkrow flew right past me, the gust of wind trailing behind it almost making me lose my balance. I looked upwards, to see a leafless tree with a full swarm of them. I couldn't tell when a Murkrow ended and the next began. A Honchkrow flew down, a feathered wing tipping his 'hat' down, as if greeting us.
I mimicked the Pokémon's actions, much to the birds surprise. I looked at Song, who nodded at me.
"Song, could you translate for me?" I asked.
She nodded, smiling. "I don't think there's a need for that. They were sleeping."
Right. Murkrow and Honchkrow are nocturnal Pokémon. I shook my head, smiling. "We're sorry for waking you," I said clearly. "We're not here to pick on anyone."
I hoped that the leader got the message. For a moment, all the bird did was look at me straight in the eye. As much as it made me feel uncomfortable, I didn't look away. I began to count time by my heartbeats, feeling the moment stretch as my perspective got focused. Thankfully, it only took ten counts for the Honchkrow to nod and fly up to his flock.
We quickly headed opposite to where the nest was, retracing our steps back into the clearing. As we passed the trees, I noticed that the sun was starting to come down. I shook my head, startled by the time change. I chided myself, and frowned when I remembered that my Pokédex had an internal clock.
We walked in silence together, enjoying each other's company. Zin and Akalia were ahead of us, Zin's calls warning us for unstable footing. We swiftly made it back to camp under their watchful eyes, Jonathan and Joy meeting us to relieve our burdens. We got a fire started, and Jonathan began to lay out some food for all of us.
Our tents were set up already. I asked where Spirit was, and Joy pointed to my tent. I shook my head, but shrugged all the same. She deserved the rest.
"Do you need help getting her out of there?" Joy asked.
"Nah, that's fine," I said, shrugging. "She's probably more tired than I thought."
"She's probably not used to flying long distances," Jonathan said thoughtfully. "Flygon's tend to be strong flyers, but not for distance. I think we might have problems tomorrow."
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
He shrugged, as he pulled a cutting board from his backpack. Joy pulled a head of lettuce and handed it to him. While Jonathan was cutting, she pulled out a small soup pot and poured some bottled water inside of it.
"Sorry, only enough soup for the humans," Joy said to Zin, giggling at the Houndoom's hurt look.
I knelt down and petted her between her horns. "I'll let you taste some," I said, grinning.
"Sorry, I totally spaced," Jonathan said, putting in the sliced vegetables inside the water. "Just a personal observation. I've never met a Flygon that can go a full day of flying. Not saying it isn't possible, just that I haven't seen one do it."
I nodded, grinning. "I don't know how strong Spirit is, but I'm sure she'll surprise us if given the chance."
He laughed as Joy dropped some noodles inside the water, and began passing some tomatoes to Jonathan. "Too true," he said, chuckling still. "I'm not going to be surprised by anything today, not after her Ditto."
"Who?" I asked.
He pointed behind me, and I turned to look. What I saw made my entire brain process stop. The scream that I wanted to yell died in my throat, panic completely locking me up. I wanted to run, do something, but fear kept me still.
Darkrai was right behind me.
Song's scream was the only thing that snapped me out of my paralysis. Not caring if I had imagined it or if it was real, I lunged forward at the shadow, my fist meeting the Night Walker's face. Meeting the ground, I stood up as fast as I could to see Zin lunge forward.
"Hey! Stop hurting my Ditto!"
Zin stopped just before she leapt at the creature. Focusing on the creature, its skin began to convulse, shrinking rapidly into a pink blob with two eyes and a wide mouth. Two little tentacle hands rubbed the sides of its cheek, most likely where I had connected. Joy ran past me, scooping up the Pokémon in her hands, giving me a horrified look.
"Why would you do that?" she asked me.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Me and Darkrai... we don't get along?" I offered. She stared directly into my eyes, and I laughed nervously. I sighed again. "I'll explain."
"You better," was all she said, as she went back to Jonathan's side.
I looked over at Mist, who was currently just hovering next to my tent. I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She blinked, as if lost in thought, then focused on me.
"I apologize, Master," she whispered. "I... I knew what it was, it-."
"Don't worry about it," I said, as I wrapped her in a hug. Since when did such a confident ghost turn the other way? "We'll get stronger, I promise."
She laid her head on my shoulder as I walked back to the fire. Before I got there, her body began sinking inside of me. Though I knew the feelings, it wasn't without its suddenness. I was thankful I could keep walking and prevent myself from shivering.
She didn't say anything once inside of me, but I could feel her. She was safe, that was all that mattered.
Joy looked up at me, her eyes narrowed. I sighed as I sat down and began explaining my situation.
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The sun was now down, officially. I talked myself hoarse, barely eating my soup as Joy questioned my story time and time again. I came clean with her, starting all the way from the beginning of my little adventure.
"Well, that explains it," she said, as I finished detailing the events in the Celestic Ruins. "Doesn't make sense why he'd attack, but now I understand why you reacted that way.
"I want to apologize to you, for my Ditto," she continued, sighing. "He's a bit eccentric like that. He likes to copy any and all kinds of Pokémon."
I nodded. "It's fine," I said. "Thank you, for accepting my apology."
"I think you said it best," she said, waving my apology away.
I laughed as I brought my bowl of soup to my mouth. I was surprised at the taste, the broth warming me up almost instantly. While it scalded my tongue, all I wanted was to drink it down as fast as possible. Jonathan laughed as I panted, feeling myself sweat.
"Don't drink it too fast," he advised. "Enjoy it. You're cooking tomorrow."
I laughed and nodded. Zin pressed a paw on my knee, sticking her nose up to smell the contents of my bowl. Everyone chuckled as I brought the bowl to her level, letting her taste it. She licked for a moment, before diving forward, almost knocking the bowl out of my hands.
"Well, that's a first," Jonathan said in between laughs. "Never seen a Pokémon go so crazy about the food I've made."
Zin didn't respond, but looked at him while licking her chops with her long tongue. She snuggled next to me, her head resting on my lap. Song was resting against my back, Xola next to her. Spirit was still inside my tent, and Akalia had gone inside there not that long ago. Mist was still inside of me. Good, everyone was accounted for.
"So, who's going to take first watch?" Jonathan asked. "Just in case any wild Pokémon show up."
I raised my hand. "I'll stay up," I said, grinning. "I haven't finished my food, since I was talking all this time."
"Fair enough," Jonathan said, smiling. "You can have the leftovers, too, if you'd like."
"Thanks," I said, nodding. Both of them headed for their nearby tents a few steps away from the fire. They waved goodbye and disappeared inside.
I held my bowl of soup in one hand, grabbing a handful of sticks and putting them inside the fire. I grabbed a larger one and gently prodded it inside; making sure that it wouldn't roll out of place. Putting a fist sized rock next to the last large piece, I nodded to myself. Bringing the bowl to my lips, I enjoyed the flavors that danced across my tongue.
"*Master,*" Mist said, her voice echoing softly inside my mind. "*There's something out there*."
Slowly lowering the bowel from my lips, I looked around casually. At first I didn't see anything. A second look didn't bring anything strange in the encroaching darkness around me. I couldn't hear any footsteps across the barren rocky field surrounding us, so I couldn't imagine anything or anyone bypassing me.
"*Unless they can float*," Mist whispered warningly at me. "*Do not let the darkness deceive you*."
I willed myself not to stand up at the mention of levitation and just nodded at her warning. I focused on my food again, trying to keep those thoughts out, while trying to keep an ear out for anything suspicious. Focusing on my breathing, I drank my soup slowly, doing my best to stem the paranoia that felt that was crawling up my spine. No one stirred around me. Zin was still asleep, while Song and Xola were still unmoving behind me. I could feel Song stir for a moment against my back but nothing more.
I lowered my bowl, and just beyond the ring of light of the fire was... something. I couldn't tell any more than two glowing white eyes in a field of black. They looked to be level with me, so I couldn't tell if the creature was short, or kneeling. I didn't look away, but I didn't move. I hoped that we weren't in some Pokémon's territory.
I blinked, but in that moment, the eyes that were in front of me disappeared. I almost jumped, startled at suddenness. Did I see what I really did, or am I just seeing things?
"*No, I saw it too*," Mist said thoughtfully. "*My powers could not sense what it was, either. It was as if it was protected from psychic powers*."
"Whatever it was, it looks like it's gone," I whispered, slowly shaking my head. "Thank you, Mist."
She giggled softly, the sound echoing inside of me. I smiled, as I let the happiness she was feeling warm me. Along with the fire, I felt content. I hoped, again, that we weren't inside a Pokémon's territory. I also hoped that they wouldn't show up again, with more friends.
The clouds had cleared out slightly, stars peeking out in between the nimbus. I smiled, enjoying the company of my friends. I just hoped that Aiden hadn't sent us on a wild goose chase.
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Title: Transformation at Hogwarts: Part 10 by Canis90
Tags: Anal, F/solo, Fingering, Masturbation, Story Progression, harry potter
**I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ALL CHARACTERS AND LOCATIONS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I AM NOT MAKING ANY MONEY FROM DOING THIS STORY.**
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had just finished speaking to Professor Dumbledore in his office. He had told them almost exactly what Hermione had said, with the addition that he is using all possible resources to figure out the problem. Hermione had been asked to stay just a few minutes longer than the other three. When asked what it was about, she refused to answer. The group slowly walked back to the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't until they reached the Fat Lady that they realized no one had told them the current password. Luckily, five minutes later, Neville had come out of the common room and saw the four Gryffindors standing outside.
"Where have you four been? Percy has been furious! You'd better go in and let him know everything's fine!" Neville stepped aside to allow the four hybrids into the common room. Right after stepping inside, they were confronted by Percy.
"Where have you four been? You know that it's against the rules to be out in the corridors at this time. I will have to report this to Professor McGonagall tomorrow."
"Settle down, Percy," said Ron. "We were up in Dumbledore's office talking with him and McGonagall."
"I don't believe you. Twenty points from Gryffindor for lying to the Head Boy. Now all four of you get to your dormitories before I assign detentions!" Percy turned around and strolled to his private chambers. Harry and Ron scowled at Percy while Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. After saying goodnight to each other, they headed off to their respective rooms.
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"When do you reckon our curse will be solved," asked Ron.
"I don't know. But it seems like it won't happen for quite some time," replied Harry. The two boys fell silent once again. Because of their condition, they were given a private bedroom, so they didn't have to worry about waking anyone else up. They changed into their pajamas, each taking quick peeks at the other to see what had changed in the past few weeks. They climbed into bed, and Ron immediately fell asleep.
Harry stayed awake thinking about the choice he was going to make if or when a cure was found. He had decided to keep his new body in lieu of becoming an Animagus. Harry knew, from what Hermione had told him, that becoming an Animagus was a long process that could take up to five years. Harry figured that since he already had an animal's body, what the point of studying to become an Animagus was. Not to mention that, as a hybrid, he could still communicate with the people around him. As Harry thought more and more about his decision, he finally drifted off to sleep.
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Hermione and Ginny had also been given their own private bedroom due to their condition. The two girls talked late into the night about a plethora of things. After a few hours of talking, both girls were too exhausted to continue. They changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed. What no one knew was that the two girls were so comfortable with each other that they shared a bed. Hermione knew that if any of the professors were to find out, or if any of the students were to find out, there would be hell to pay. Fortunately, both girls were able to get up at an early time, escaping possible questions and problems that could arise.
Hermione had taken quick peeks over at Ginny to see if she had changed in the past few months. Hermione was pleased to see that Ginny was starting to develop nicely. Still, she was only twelve, but from what Hermione guessed, Ginny would be the school's hottest girl, surpassing Lavender Brown. Hermione felt a wetness between her legs as she was thinking about the future Ginny. The last thing Hermione wanted to do was to wake Ginny, yet the need for release was growing stronger by the second. As quietly as she could, she slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom the two girls shared.
She quietly closed and locked the door, putting up a Silencing Charm to ensure complete privacy. She stripped out of her pajamas, bra, and panties. She moaned in satisfaction as the cool air hit her bare fur. Her hands went to one breast each. She gently squeezed her breasts, kneading them softly. She pinched each nipple, wishing desperately that she could feel a loving mouth on her hard nipples. One hand stayed on a breast as her other hand moved down her body toward the source of the wetness and desire. She moaned loudly when her hand brushed over her mound. She teased herself like this for a while before spreading her slit with the other hand. Her clit had protruded and begged for attention. Hermione gently tweaked it, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She sat down on the toilet with her legs spread as far apart as possible.
Hermione sucked on her fingers for a few seconds before positioning one at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly, she inserted the finger in, moaning and purring at the feeling. After a couple of seconds, her index finger was fully inserted. She wiggled it a little bit, shaking in pleasure. She took her finger out with a plop before shoving two more fingers deep inside her pussy. Hermione's other hand began playing with her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. She was constantly moaning and purring, her fingers a blur as she fucked herself. After five more minutes of furious fingering, Hermione felt her climax approaching. At the last possible second, she used her other fingers and shoved two up her ass. The feeling of having both holes filled was too much for the young teen, and she felt her juices running over her hand and down her legs, wetting the fur. She was breathing heavily, her fingers still buried knuckle deep in her ass and pussy. With a small, wet plop, she removed her fingers. The hand that was pleasuring her pussy was soaked in her juices. She sucked her fingers cleaned, loving the taste of her cum.
After cleaning up the rest of the mess, Hermione undid the Silencing Charm, unlocked the door and headed to the bed. Carefully, she climbed back next to Ginny, trying not to wake her. She settled into the bed and fell asleep within minutes of closing her eyes, her dreams plagued by an older Ginny.
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Title: Best Birthday Ever...
Tags: mf, mff, ff, cons, oral, celebrities
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them empty and all alone like that. You're not a monster are you?
Also, please don't post this on any other site without my explicit permission. I've had to bring the hammer down on two thieves right as of writing and don't want to bring it down again.
Codes: MF, FF, MFF, Cons, Oral,
Author: Blackjack
Celebrity: Natalie Dormer and Emilia Clarke
Author's Note: So, I know it's no longer Comic-Con or Valentine's Day but it's been sitting on my Google Drive for way too long.
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As the son of one of the principle directors of photography on Game of Thrones, I had a lot of chances to go and see all sorts of beautiful scenes, some awesome Facebook photos from it and also a very full passport. Now I was walking under a tarp ceiling towards a makeshift catering hall with one of the gorgeous costars in tow with me."It's your birthday today?" Emilia Clarke, mother of dragons, asked. Folding her arms casually under her chest, though her breasts were obscured by the quick change of clothing after the scenes had been shot, Emilia tilted her head to the side slightly. Looking me up and down, Emilia smirked and shook her head slightly. "I can't believe I didn't know that!" She playfully punched me on the upper arm before going back to grabbing some of her food and seeming to motion for me to follow her over.
So, I did.
Grabbing my own plate of food and followed her over to the white row of plastic tables where the catering department was. The plate I had was filled with salad and a singular chicken breast, something nice and light but enough to give me a filling lunch as well. There was a soft sound of the ocean lapping at the side of the film set and the sun was slowly starting to set, though there was still a lot of filming left done in the day. Taking a seat opposite her, I took a mouthful of lettuce from my salad as Emilia continued.
"So, like every Valentine's Day you get a double treat in it being your birthday and Valentine's Day?"
"Well, I don't always have a date on Valentine's Day but yeah, sometimes." I answered, stabbing my fork into a tomato and then feeding myself with it. Looking over at the beautiful star of TV, still in her Daenerys wig so she can get straight back to shooting for the hit TV show.
"How can a cute guy like you not have a date?" A third voice, one belonging to Natalie Dormer, who also played Margaery Tyrell on the show, having her own plate full of salad as she took a seat next to her costar. The two never shared a scene together but the locations were very similar. Anyone who would be trying to snoop a shot of the film set would definitely be getting an interesting shot from seeing the two together.
"Well, thanks for the compliment." I said with a smile but also, she got a similar shrug of my shoulders. "I guess most women don't see me as cute as you do Miss Dormer." When she rolled her eyes at that comment, I was about to explain but Emilia beat me to it.
"I've explained we don't go by our surnames but he won't get it." Emilia smiled over to Natalie as she pulled a spare chair back and took a seat next to Emilia and between me and the other actress on the hit show. Emilia looked over to me, then back to Natalie and then back to me again. "Guess what though... It's his birthday today too!"
Natalie made a soft, shocked sort of sound before looking to me. Another soft punch was directed at my shoulder as Natalie seemed equally as unimpressed that I hadn't told the girls about my birthday.
"Why didn't you tell any of us?" Natalie said, leaning back in her chair, her breasts bouncing slightly at the sudden jolt. She reached up and fiddled with the strap of the brilliant blue dress before looking over at Emilia. "Can you believe he didn't tell us?"
"It is pretty shocking." Emilia said with a playful smirk on her face, shaking her head from side to side in a mean of mock disappointment. "We're three of the only people not needed on set tomorrow and you didn't think to tell us? We could have done something!" Emilia said, her voice getting more and more exasperated with my lack of openness.
"I mean... We still could? There's plenty of nightclubs out in the city, why don't we go and hit one of them up?" Natalie said, looking around as more and more of the cast and crew started to fill out and head back to the set. I wasn't needed at all and by the sounds of what the two actresses were saying, they weren't needed either. Soon, it was just the three of us and one guy sitting a couple of tables away, headphones in and staring at his phone.
"That sounds like a great idea!" Emilia said, looking over at me and Natalie, taking a mouthful of salad and moving to deal with more of her dinner. "And if they are a bit rubbish then we can always go back to one of our rooms and just watch Netflix or something?" Emilia added, swigging a mouthful of water before looking back to me. "So are you in?"
"I mean, sure?"
"Great! It'll be fun!" Natalie said with a grin. Looking back to Emilia, she reached into the small black handbag she had brought with her and pulled out a small wad of signed 8 x 10's. "I hand these out if someone wants something signed and they don't have anything." Natalie explained as she flipped the photo over so that the front of the photo was facing down on the table. Scribbling down the address of her hotel and then a phone number, Natalie studied the back of it before offering a set of three small x's right at the bottom of the details. Pushing it back to me, Natalie nodded her head. "There's our details. We should be free from what? Eight ish? Get a cab, we'll find the club and we can go party."
And that, seemingly was that.
The two women continued to chat with me but as the afternoon continued to roll on, I was stuck not really being able to listen to the conversation and more thinking on what I was going to be going through when I got back to the mainland. Having said goodbye to my dad and some of the crew members I knew, I found myself on the ferry that took the cast and crew back to the mainland, while I would have wanted to chat with the women some more, I quickly found myself amongst mostly male members of the show. So, I took the time to use the ferry's free wifi and started to work on uploading some of the photos I had taken today. Uploading them to my various social media feeds, all set to private of course, I made sure to completely clear my phone of the photos, uploading them to the cloud before I put my phone right back into my jacket's pocket and simply rested against the side of the boat, my arms folding together as I watched out over to the seas.
The trip was a short, uneventful one and I was soon sitting in the back of a paid for car, one hired by the studio as my father would be getting a ride back with one of the other directors tonight. Riding back to the hotel, I quickly made my way up to my own room and suddenly, a wash of panic came over me. What the hell was I going to wear? Looking around, I rushed over to my small hard shelled suitcase, opened it up and quickly looked over the contents. Picking up a smart looking jacket, I tossed it to the other bed and then fished out a salmon coloured button up shirt and then a pair of slim fitting jeans. I only had some chelsea boots to go with the look but it was going to be enough. Even if I was partying with two of the stars of the popular TV show, I was going to appear at the odd one out anyway so if my clothing was slightly off then it wasn't like it would be the worst thing in the world.
Getting the outfit completed, I carried them all on their hangers over to the bathroom and quickly hung them up on the handle behind the door to the bathroom. Walking over to the large mirror, I inspected my face, running my fingers through my thick, shaggy beard, looking almost similar to one of the Wild Folk from the show, I decided it would be a good idea to at least get my beard under control. Grabbing one of the clippers, I started to trim my beard down, chocolate locks of beard hair fell from my face and into the sink as I inspected my face. With a now much more trimmed beard, I plucked the glasses off of my face and folded the arms of them in into the glasses and looked back into the mirror, my emerald green eyes glistening slightly under the artificial lighting of the bathroom.
Making my way into the big, open shower cubicle, I went about showering myself, cleaning myself of the seaside dirt and grime that generally accumulated when you would be out by the sea. Washing myself with a bar of mint scented soap, I cleansed myself fully before washing my hair with another nice smelling bottle of shampoo. I worked my way all over my body, making sure to get every little bit of my skin just in case something did happen. Not that I was expecting it of course. I lifted my head up and made sure to wash away the parts of my face that had been shaven and with a significantly softer face, I ran my hands over my cheeks and jaw, scrubbing at the freshly cut part of my face, I made sure to clean it all completely before getting the usual spots of under my armpits and the general lower part of my body.
Definitely not expecting anything to happen of course.
Completely clean, I slipped out of the shower and moved back to the mirror, inspecting my face as I towelled off, I made sure to get myself absolutely dry before applying some deodorant and then liberally getting some of the nice aftershave that I had gotten as a gift from my father this morning. Completely dressed now, I made my way out back to the main bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of the bed with my suitcase on it, I slipped my shoes back on and then reached over to grab the bedside phone in my room. Keying in the number of the local taxi rink, I arranged a pick up for me to go to the hotel where Natalie and Emilia were staying. The prearranged fee wasn't that bad for me to pay for myself, so while I agreed to it, they let me know that the cab would be with me soon. Thanking them, I hung up and then looked at the back of Natalie's signed photo, seeing Natalie's personal number there, I reached down and keyed in her number, my fingers ever so slightly trembling from it.
Why were they doing that? I shouldn't be nervous, I had spoken to them both separately on several occasions and we were just going to be heading out to hang out together and maybe dance a little bit as well. Regardless, I needed to get the number dialled so I took a breath and finished dialling. Lifting the headset up to my ear, I waited for it to stop ringing when the sound of Natalie came on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Natalie? Hi, it's Ben?"
"Ben! Hi! Are you on your way?"
"I'm just about to get picked up, are you both ready to go?"
"Yeah, we're both ready, right Em?" Natalie said, a voice off of the other side of the phone let her know that she was okay and ready to go as well. "Yeah, we're ready to go. We'll see you soon birthday boy!" Natalie added, hanging up the phone and making me feel like she was expecting something more to happen after this whole thing. I wasn't going to look forward for anything more than just a good night out though. The absolute worst case that could happen is that they were there to just make fun of me and I'd have to go back to the hotel feeling dejected. I could manage that though. So, checking my reflection one last time in the mirror, I turned around and made my way down to the lobby of the hotel, heading out to the car that was waiting for me on the outside. The driver was sitting on the outside of the car, looking at his phone but as soon as I made my presence known, he put his phone away and quickly got into a driving position. I got into the back and as the guy adjusted the mirror to look over at me before speaking.
"So where to?"
"Can we head over to The King's Arms Hotel?" I asked, looking into the reflection as the man raised an eyebrow.
"Another hotel?"
"Yeah, I want to pick up some friends and then we're going to head off to a club afterwards."
The driver nodded.
"Sure, you got it boss." Pulling away from my hotel, the car travelled along the roads, making some good headway to the actual five star hotel that was afforded for the main cast of the show. The car pulled into the front and the guy looked out to the front door. Turning back to look at me, he cleared his throat gently. "So, are they coming out or what?"
"I'm not sure. I'll go check on them." I said, opening the door to the car and stepping out.
"Sure, I'll leave the metre running." He said, going back to looking at his phone.
Ignoring that, I took the series of steps up to the foyer of the hotel, walking past the front door man and moving into the lobby. Looking around, I spotted that the hotel did have a bar and that was usually where most movie stars hung out. So, I made my way over to the bar, poking my head into look in and it was there that I saw a beautiful imagine. Sitting at the bar was both Emilia and Natalie who each had a drink in hand and were casually chatting with each other. Natalie was wearing a hot, little black dress, her long legs were covered by a set of stockings and she also had on a set of shiny black heels. Emilia was wearing a bright aqua blue dress with sleeves at the top of her arms, her legs were bare and she was also wearing a pair of heels though the heel wasn't as big as the ones on Natalie's. Emilia was the first to spot me, lifting a hand up to wave at me, Natalie looked over her shoulder and saw me there as well. The two women left their drinks and made their way over to me, each of them pressing their lips to each of my cheeks in a soft kiss, it raised some eyebrows from the men in the room but the two women didn't care.
Both of them linked their arms in mine and we left the hotel with me feeling a lot like a movie star in my own right as we headed down the steps towards the waiting car. The driver looked up and over at me and then, his jaw dropped. He practically ran out of the front of his car to open up the door for all three of us to get into the car. With Natalie on my left, I took the middle seat and Emilia was on my right, the three of us got our seatbelts clicked in and it was then that the driver got back into his seat and looked back up into the rear view mirror.
"So, where to?" He asked, his eyes moving over to look at both Emilia and then Natalie, the mirror being adjusted several times, almost as if he wanted to look up their skirts. The two women both seemed like they were ready to deal with it though, their hands coming down and pressing at the front of the dresses to stop him from seeing up them both.
"San Junipero." Emilia answered, her eyes looking up into the mirror. She had a look on her face that seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what the guy was trying to do. "Do you know where that is?" She asked, her head tilting to the side slightly.
"Yeah, yeah I know it." He said, his gaze going back to the road as he pulled out and we made our way over to the nightclub. It was a trendy little place on one of the side corners of the street. There were a series of lights high above the ground and while the outside of the club did have a tacky neon sign, it looked like a pretty high end club. There were a couple of cars that were stuck in the rink outside of the club and the drivers were all chatting amongst themselves. The car came to a stop and the driver turned around to look at us both. "So, when did you want picking up?"
Emilia looked at her phone before looking at me and Natalie. "Say a couple of hours?"
"Yeah, that should be enough." Natalie confirmed, the two beautiful women looked at me for an answer.
"Yeah, pick us up in two hours?"
"You got it boss." The driver answered, slipping back into looking at his phone when Natalie opened the door. The three of us left the car and made our way to the club, the girls all linked their arms in mine again and that still made me feel like a million bucks. The inside of the club was playing an annoying techno music that did make my head hurt but with both Natalie and Emilia on my arms, it certainly worked on clearing up the headache.
"Ugh, that guy was a pervert." Natalie complained, talking about the driver as she looked around the inside of the club. "I'll get us some drinks, Em, grab us a booth?" She asked, looking over at the bar which was fairly empty. Emilia nodded her head and guided me towards one of the booths at the side of the club. The middle of the club was a large dance floor with a low hanging lighting rig that was flashing bright beams of light through the darkened hall, flashes of primary and secondary colours ran across the walls and illuminated the people who were all dancing on the floor. Looking over to them, I could see a lot of people dancing together, which made sense since we were out on Valentine's Day for the evening. There were a few stragglers of men who were all staring at some of the single women on the other side of the hall or who were dancing with themselves. Emilia hooked her arm in mine and pulled me closer to her.
"So, how's your birthday going so far?" She asked, her big eyes beaming over at me as she waited for Natalie to bring the drinks back to us.
"Well, so far I'm spending it with two gorgeous women, so far it's been pretty much the best one ever."
"Gorgeous eh? You must get on with all the women that you work with huh?" She said with a big smile on her face, wetting her ruby red lips casually as she looked me over. "I'm glad you're enjoying it so far though, we're going to make sure you have a great night out though!" She said, her right hand patting my upper arm casually.
As me and Emilia continued to chat, her hand still continued to slowly rub her hand up and down the inside of my arm, her fingers brushing over the top of my arm and almost touching the insides of my muscles while she kept herself looking at me. Emilia had this utterly enticing scent about her, something about her perfume or her shampoo or whatever it was about her, it was keeping me so utterly enthralled in her and I was just so focused on talking to her. She casually brought one of her hands up, fluffing the ruffle at the top of her right sleeve casually, all while her head fell back slightly, exposing her delightful neck to me. Looking at the exposed skin, it certainly provided a tempting target for me to want to latch onto. Emilia's head came back down, her fingers gently squeezing my upper arm before looking around onto the dance floor.
"The DJ isn't playing much is he?" She asked casually.
"Not really. He needs to liven this place up!" Natalie said, carrying a circular black tray that had three colourful glasses of alcohol on it. The blonde looked around and shook her head. "We might not even make the two hours." She said with a chuckle. Looking at the booth and the various stains that were on the surface of the couch, she made a face at it.
"Do you want to take my seat Natalie? I can stand if you want..."
That provoked a near simultaneous 'Awww' noise from the girls and Natalie shook her head.
"Nah it's okay birthday boy." She said with a smile, pushing her hands against my shoulders and pushing me back down to a seating position. Natalie then moved to make a very good impression on me, slipping in front of me and then placing herself down so that her ass was resting on my thighs. With the blonde on my thighs, her ass threatening to brush against my own lap, I found myself unsure as to where to put my hands. Taking a chance and placing my right hand on her waist, I could see Emilia make eye contact with it and I could also hear Natalie let out a soft breath as I did so.
Was I doing something wrong? I wasn't sure any more but when Natalie wriggled from side to side slightly and then leant forward to pick up one of the glasses of alcohol, she took a mouthful of the bright green liquid before making an approved noise. Turning back to look at me, Natalie fidgeted on my thighs before wriggling herself backwards and her ass now moved to brush against my lap. That in turn, started to turn me on. As soon as my erection started to form, I could tell Natalie knew because she made a soft noise and then moved her glass to her left hand and draped her right arm behind my back.
As the two girls casually chatted, Emilia happily sipping on her own drink while I remained firmly pressed down to the padding of the seat of the booth. Natalie certainly wasn't heavy and having her on my lap wasn't painful in the strictest sense of the word, what was painful was the hard erection that was growing in my pants and threatening to poke up against her. I could just about see the top of Emilia's hair as she dipped her head down past the table towards the ground. As soon as she did that, Natalie's index finger came up to my mouth as if to silence me. As I mutely nodded my head, Natalie started to roll her hips around on my lap slowly. Her hips continued to roll in a slow circle, flicking her hips from side to side, giving me an utterly torturous lapdance there and then in the middle of this nightclub. As she did so, I let out a low groan of delight, which made Emilia's head come back up.
"What was that?" She asked, looking over at us both before raising an eyebrow. "Did one of you say something?" She asked, an arched eyebrow punctuating her question. Before either me or Natalie had a chance to respond though, her body perked up and her head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh man! I love this song! Ben, come dance with me!" She said, grabbing hold of my hand and pulling me away from Natalie who was more than happy to just lift herself up and let me slide out and away from the booth and towards the dancefloor. As we walked, her hands on mine, she led me to a part of the dancefloor where we were able to actually move into a decent area to dance with her. Emilia had her hands on my body, her hands slipping under my jacket and resting on my sides as her body swayed from side to side. Spinning herself around and pushing her back against my chest and then she moved my hands up to her own waist, my left hand threatened to creep across her stomach while my other hand remained firmly on her hips.
As we moved through the motions of dancing to the song, I found myself almost lost in the moment. Emilia's body felt truly divine to the touch and while she rolled her body around in my touch. Emilia's soft ass was also brushing past my groin which was still hard from Natalie's lap dance and while the blood was still swimming down there, the fact that we were dancing was certainly helping me lose my erection. Emilia pressed her rear up against my own lap and her arms came up past my head, her fingers knitting into my brown hair before she slowly slipped herself down the front of my body in a dreadfully sexy manner. As she moved down, her legs spread ever so slightly as she came down and then moved right back up, as she moved down, I could see a selection of the single men all looking at me with their jaws dropped at the sight of it.
To be fair, I felt like I should be behaving like them as well. I could still feel Natalie's ass against my lap and now, Emilia was treating me exactly the same way too. If this was the beginning of a set up, I was more than happy to deal with it. My hands were on her arms, brushing along her exposed skin briefly as she rolled her hips around in a slow flick of her hips, rolling them around and then up and down, almost as if she were twerking on me, I could feel another spark of pleasure running through me and the blood that had been all over my body was quickly coming back to the front of my pants and making me get another boner. Emilia spun herself around quickly and while her hands flipped over, my own hands came down to settle on the inside of her waist, my eyes remained focused on hers as her pretty red lips came up into a wide smile.
"I'm having a good time." She said with a smile and a laugh. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" She said, her right hand coming up to my chest and her hand slipped in between the buttons of my shirt and pressed her palm flat against my chest. "Your heart rate is going a mile a minute too!"
"Well, I don't normally get to dance like this with pretty girls."
"There you go with the pretty again." Emilia said with a grin, her arms linked tighter around my shoulders and pulled me in close, instinctively making my arms wrap around her waist. "Now that is a good position too..." Emilia purred, looking over her shoulder to see the upper parts of my arms that were linked behind her. With her front pressing against mine, I was doing my absolute best to not get too turned on by it but having her so close to me, it was nearly an impossible task. Her breasts were both pressing against my chest and as the look on her face almost suggested that she knew just what I was going through. Her forearms tugged down on the back of my neck and my ear was then close to her lips as she ran her tongue across her lips in an agonizingly slow pattern. "So, this must be a pretty crazy birthday for you so far then? I think it's going to get crazier too."
"What do you mean?" I said to her, the music changing from a frantic techno beat to something more slow and gentle, prompting our bodies to gingerly sway to it. Emilia smiled at the question from me and neglected to answer, instead looking around the inside of the club, over to Natalie and then back to where I was. Her big eyes studied my face before she offered me a simple shrug of her shoulders.
"It's your birthday. It's Valentine's Day. Two reasons to expect a crazy day surely?"
"I mean, maybe? I haven't really had many crazy birthdays before." I responded, answering her honestly and tilting my head to the side slightly as if to shrug off what had just happened previously in my life. Looking at Emilia who chewed down on her bottom lip, her impossibly bright white teeth shining under the artificial lighting of the club, she shook her head gently.
"You just aren't getting this. Me and Natalie are going to make sure you get a great birthday today." She said, in a very matter of fact sort of fashion. That definitely made me want to question her some more. My hands ran along her waist casually, moving my left hand up to stroke against her spine, I watched as Emilia paused and then that sexy, sly smirk slowly slipped over her face. "Speaking of..."
That last bit of the sentence did make me raise an eyebrow until I felt an index finger jab me in the ribs slightly. Turning to look, I saw Natalie there with a scowl on her face as she looked over her shoulder at where she had come from and then back to us.
"Some guy just grabbed my arse. Can we go?" She asked, somewhat impatiently, looking at us both as I checked the time on my smart watch.
"The driver won't be here for another hour. We could grab an Uber or something?"
"Sounds great, let's go." Natalie decided, pulling me over away from the dancefloor and then towards the entrance. Stepping out into the cold night, I was ready to bring my phone up to call for an Uber when Natalie flagged down a waiting taxi at the rink outside of the club. "Are you free?" The driver looked behind himself and then pointed at himself before nodding his head almost dumbly. "Great! Let's go." Natalie said with a smile, pulling the back door open and everyone got inside of the cab.
"Where to?"
"The Kings Arms." Natalie answered, looking up at the driver who simply nodded his head, flicked a switch to show his cab was currently engaged and then pulled out towards the front of the road. Casually taking us along, the driver stole a couple of glances at the three of us before simply shaking his head and continuing on ferrying us to our hotel. It was a short trip and Natalie was quick to pass the man a note before the three of us got out of the car and both Natalie and Emilia were quick to lead me up into the hotel. Walking through the lobby and towards the elevator at the back of the hall, Emilia pressed her thumb to the call button and the three of us were quick to make some conversation amongst ourselves as the elevator hit the bottom floor and slowly, the doors rolled open with a ding. The three of us stepped inside and Natalie was quick to push the top floor button and as soon as she did that, the doors rolled shut and the elevator slowly took us all up to the top floor.
"So, should we go to my room?" Emilia asked, her arm linked in mine while Natalie walked down towards the end. Emilia stopped outside of her room and looked over at Natalie who didn't stop walking but did turn to look over her shoulder at us.
"Sounds good. I'll see you in ten, I want to change out of these heels." She continued walking down the hall before coming to her own room. Turning to face Emilia, I watched her shrug her shoulders and then open the door to her room. Stepping inside, Emilia opened the door a little further so we could both come in. Walking over the threshold, Emilia closed the door behind us and gestured to one of the couches that was close to the large windows that overlooked the city and also the location of shooting for Game of Thrones too.
Emilia took a seat on the couch, swinging her legs up and dropped her feet on the coffee table, using her feet to kick off the heels she was wearing, she turned to look over at me.
"So... It's a little after ten pm. You've still got two hours of your birthday left." She started, a hand coming down and resting on my upper thigh. Casually squeezing it, she wriggled herself over to me so that our legs were touching. Her bare skin felt like such a divine presence and when her hand started to creep up towards my groin, the erection I had back in the club was back, and this time it was a lot larger and stiffer than it had been. Emilia's hand brushed over my lap and then, she pressed her palm down against my crotch and firmly squeezed it. Using her free hand, Emilia pulled my lips to hers and then we started to kiss. Her hand cupped my cheek firmly, her thumb stroking against my cheek as she started to tilt her head to the side and our tongues almost instantly moved out to seek each others.
Her hand came up off of my lap and she shifted her entire body off of the couch and with movements so quick, she had herself on my lap, her legs spread and her arms had fully wrapped themselves around me. Latching herself to my body, Emilia moaned into my mouth as the two of us were fully engrossed in the hot French kiss with each other. Rolling her hips back and forth on my lap, Emilia broke the kiss and her teeth came down to nip against my earlobe.
"Happy birthday..." She whispered, pressing her groin down and then moving herself backwards and forwards, grinding herself against me. My hands came down and grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks, squeezing them both firmly as she had her head fall back, her neck becoming an easy target for me. Leaning forward, I sunk my teeth into her neck, sucking on it as she let out another low moan.
Soon, her hands pushed against my chest and I was forced into a seating position. Watching her slip herself down off of my lap and onto her knees between my legs, her hands came up and started to unzip my pants. Tugging on the zipper and pulling my pants apart, I finally had a good idea as to what how crazy this evening was going to be. Looking down at her as she worked on fishing my cock out of my pants, Emilia pressed her fingers down flat against my boxers so she could see the outline of my dick in my boxer shorts. Looking up at me with those beautiful big eyes, Emilia reached down and ran her tongue over the head of my cock through my boxers.
"Natalie..." I gasped, looking over at the door.
"She's not here." Emilia countered, her fingers curling around the outline of my shaft through my boxers, lazily stroking my cock.
"She will be though..."
"You'll have to be quick then!"
"Not... I think that's going to be pretty likely..."
"Is that so?" Emilia said with a smile, her finger popping open the button at the front of my shorts.
"I didn't mean it like..." I started but as soon as I began, I was stuck with a slack jaw as Emilia Clarke, Khaleesi, Mother of Dragons, remained between my legs and worked on undoing my boxer shorts and fishing out my entire length. Wrapping her hand around my base, Emilia's breath was hot and wild and just touching the head of my length as she started to slowly pump her hand up and down on my length. Her hand squeezed on my cock, her other hand reached into my boxers and pulled my entire nut sack out of my boxers. Pushing my cock up towards my stomach, Emilia pressed her lips to each of my balls before opening her mouth up and pushing her tongue from the base of my shaft and running it all the way up to my dick's tip. When her spongy tongue brushed under the bottom of my head, Emilia then ran her tongue all around the base of my cock's head. As she did that, my head fell back and a low moan fell from my lips, and as I moaned, my cock throbbed with pleasure.
With my hands to my side, I watched as Emilia's bright eyes were focusing on my shaft. Then, her eyes flicked up and her mouth opened, her lips slipping over the head of my dick and then she carefully closed her lips down around my cock's head, her tongue continuing to flick and bathe my cock in her spit all while her other hand remained firmly on my sack. Her fingers rolled my balls around from side to side, her nails carefully brushing against the sensitive skin all while her lips slipped up and down on my hard cock. Her lips were pressed down, almost in a vacuum seal, as she shifted on her knees and started to work herself into a steady, successful rhythm. Slipping her head up and down, Emilia pressed her other hand on the inside of my thighs and kept my legs spread so she had all the room to move.
She let out a long, slutty moan around my cock while her tongue worked on the underside of my shaft, her mouth slowly getting penetrated by my length all while she slurped up and down on me. I could feel her warm, wet saliva starting to pool in her mouth and run down my cock as well. Her eyes opened and she looked down at my base and where her hand was coiled around my cock, taking her hand away, Emilia started to work on getting more of my cock inside of her mouth. Emilia slipped her lips up off of my cock and she then pushed her hands back onto my cock, pushing it up against my stomach so she could run her tongue from the balls right up to the head. Her tongue worked on wiping up some of the spit that had spilled down my cock all while she continued this sheer torturous blowjob.
Emilia opened her mouth up and then pushed her lips right back down, her lips sliding all the way down to the halfway mark and as soon as she did that, her lips pressed down firmly and when she moved her lips back up, I could see that she had left a red lipstick mark on my length. Her eyes flicked up at me and she had a wide smile wrapped around her face, even with her mouth obscenely penetrated by my cock. Pulling her mouth up off of my cock, Emilia lazily slapped my cock against her lips and right cheek before she wrapped a hand around my base and started stroking me.
"How you doing there then birthday boy?"
"Doing... Doing okay..." I managed to let out, despite Emilia's stellar handjob and blowjob.
"Just okay? I need to up my game then." She said, a sexy smirk on her face as she ran her tongue over her lips and teeth before opening her mouth up wide again and then going right back to sucking on my cock. Her lips were sealed down tight around my cock and her lips were working up and down, slowly sucking on me and taking my cock all the way into her mouth. Slipping her lips up and down on my cock, Emilia had her hand wrapped around my base and the other one was firmly laid on my nuts, her fingers were squeezing on my sack while her hand was wrapped firmly on my cock and jerking it up and down while her lips came down to meet my cock. As she sucked on me, my head kept falling back as I just felt the sheer pleasure that she was giving me. Emilia offered my nuts a firmer squeeze which made me lift my head up and look down at her while she sucked on me.
Her lips felt so truly divine and while her lips slid up and down on my shaft, I could feel Emilia wanting nothing more than to have me cum hard in her mouth and as she sucked on me, I was close as well. Emilia's eyes were looking up and we had a maintained eye contact as she worked her lips up and down, her lips working like she was ready to make me cum just from this picture perfect blowjob. As she sucked on me, her lips still working up and down, there was a series of quick knocks at the door. Turning to look at it, I felt another squeeze on my balls and I was forced to look right back at her and that same stellar feeling of an orgasm coming back into my veins while she sucked up and down on me. Her hand continued to jerk up and down on me and she was constantly trying to coax an orgasm out of me while she slobbered on my cock, more spit pooled out of her mouth as she sucked on me.
"Emilia... Let me in!" A hushed voice came from the other side of the door and made the beautiful woman on her knees, roll her eyes and finally slip herself up from her kneeling position and then moved over to the door. Wiping at her lips, Emilia cracked the door open and in rushed a Natalie Dormer who was clad in a set of stockings and what looked like a silk robe that was tied tight around her body. Walking in, she looked at Emilia and then over to me before rolling her eyes.
"Started without me?" She asked, her eyes focusing on my spit slick dick.
"Kind of. I'm sorry! I just wanted a taste!" Emilia protested, walking back into the room with Natalie as the two women stood before me, looking down at me with folded arms.
"You can make it up to me." Natalie said with a smirk, slapping Emilia on the ass. "In the meantime..." Natalie said, looking over to me. She took hold of my hands that had been resting on the sides of the couch and then placed it on the string of the robe. "Unwrap your present birthday boy..."
Shifting in place while Emilia excused herself from the conversation by simply walking away, I took a firm grip of the strings from the robe and gave it a simple tug. The robe loosened and she became fully exposed to me. Wearing a black two piece with matching stockings, Natalie was stood before me in a very sexy lingerie set. The bra and panties were both very lacy and the bra did have a red accent to it, it looked like some of the stitching was bright red and definitely complimented the black of the material. Natalie slowly turned on her heel, showing off her round ass and the fact that she was wearing panties and not a thong. She also had on a belt that was keeping the stockings up, the clasps of the stockings also had a set of bright red hearts to show off the fact that this was a Valentine's Day set.
Lucky me...
Natalie finally stopped with her rotations and was now facing me. Her eyes were staring down at my hard cock and I could almost see her mouth watering at the prospect of it. Getting down to her hands and knees, Natalie slowly crawled over to me, her hands coming up and steadying herself while she was between my legs. Her hands came up and she held my thick shaft in her hands, curling her fingers around my cock and stroking her hands up and down, Natalie continued until she was satisfied.
"So, Emilia's already got you worked up?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"That bitch... We were supposed to do this together." Natalie complained, her hands working up and down against my cock. "Oh well." Looking down at my cock, her eyebrows arched slowly. "That where she got to?" Natalie asked, her lips coming down and pressing at the lipstick mark Emilia had left on me.
"Yeah, that was as deep as she got." I answered, looking down at her.
Natalie offered me a casual smirk before opening her mouth and then pushing her lips all the way down. Sliding my cock right inside of her mouth and not stopping until she had breezed past the lipstick mark and she had her own nose nestled in my pubic hair. While she was working on sucking my cock, I could feel my cock throbbing and I had little doubt that Natalie had been practicing. Slowly pulling her lips back, Natalie's eyes opened and she was looking up at me with a dirty, flirty smirk on her face. Slowly pushing her lips right back down on me, I couldn't even see the lipstick mark that Emilia had left on my cock any more as she sucked up and down on me. Her fingers were firmly implanted on the insides of my thighs, her nails leaving little crescent marks on the insides of my skin as she bobbed her head on me.
Moaning wildly, I ran my hands through her blonde hair and kept her hair out of her face as she sucked on me. Her bright blues opened up and she looked up at me while I had a handful of her blonde hair. Slowly pulling her lips up off of my cock, Natalie opened her mouth and ran her tongue over my cock while smiling up at me.
"If you're going to pull my hair, at least make sure you can ram your cock in my mouth."
"You want me to..."
"Fuck my face? Yes, I do." Natalie said with a dirty smirk, slipping my hand from her hair and standing up, walking over to the bed and getting up onto her hands and knees. Her eyes watched as I got up and kicked away my pants and underwear, walking over to where Natalie was perched on the edge of the bed, I made my way over to the Tyrell actress and as I walked, the spit on my cock threatened to drop off, long strands of saliva were fastened to my cock. Natalie reached over with a free hand, working on steadying my cock while I stood before her face. Sliding my hands through her hair, I worked my hips forward and my cock slowly slipped between her lips. Holding her hair, I worked my hips backwards so that just the tip was left in her mouth, and then I worked myself forward, the same tip working on bumping against her throat and making her gag. Looking down at her, I saw she was determined, and using that last thrust, I pulled my hips back and then pushed them right back forward again, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth.
Seeing she was focused on it, I started to slide my hips backwards and forward, pushing my cock backwards and forwards, the spit slick dick was disappearing inside her mouth with ease. Natalie wriggled from side to side as she blinked several times, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks as she rolled her hips around.
Keeping her palms flat on the bed, I could feel the back of the woman's throat press against my cock, giving it some resistance but with a simple push, my cock slipped past the barrier and soon, my entire length was slipping in and out of her mouth and her throat. Keeping a handful of her hair, I rocked my hips backwards and forwards, feeding my dick inside of her mouth and her throats which only made Natalie moan more. Her hand came up off of the mattress and she reached between her legs, slipping a finger inside of herself as I continued to fuck her face. I could smell Natalie's arousal and every single push of my hips forward seemed to only encourage more of the dampness that was no doubt forming between Natalie's legs. Starting to increase the pace, to the point where I was effectively using the beautiful woman's mouth as a vagina, I could feel my own orgasm creeping up with every single time my balls slapped against her chin. Saliva was pooling out of her mouth and down her chin and every time my cock slipped inside of her mouth and throat, it provoked a loud, lewd mixture of coughing and gagging. Pulling my cock out so that just my tip was left inside of her mouth, I watched the long strand of spit form from her lips to my dick's tip as she sucked up some much needed air.
"Have fun?" Emilia asked, prompting us both to look over to her. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, the door open slightly and making her cast an almost eerie shadow. Standing in a not so lacy but just as enticing set, Emilia was wearing a bright red set of a bra and a thong, no stockings like Natalie though. Walking over to us, she got on her knees next to the bed and ran her tongue over the head of my cock, scooping up some of Natalie's spit. "Two presents to unwrap now! Aren't you lucky?" She said, a teasing lick over my cock's head. She didn't give me much of a chance to respond though, her mouth was open and she was going right back to sliding her lips up and down on my cock. Natalie wiped under her eyes, cleaning her skin on the salty tears before she slipped off of the bed and moved down next to her costar. Wrapping her arm around Emilia's shoulders, Natalie slipped her head in between my legs and placed one of my balls into her mouth. Sucking on it while Emilia sucked on my cock, I could feel both of their tongues working on my skin and making my own body feel like jelly. The two women's hands came up and slowly guided me down so that I was sat on the edge of the bed while they both sucked on me.
Emilia lifted her lips up off of my cock and moved them onto the side of my length, prompting Natalie to let my ball fall from her mouth and she came up to attach the other side. Her lips pressing with Emilia's and their tongues touching each other's as they both moved up and down on my rock hard cock. As they double worked on me, I felt another tremor inside of me and a hot bubble of precum left my length. The girls each ran their tongue over my head, their voices moaning around my cock as they licked my precum up. As Natalie's tongue ran around me clockwise and Emilia went anti clockwise, I couldn't hold it in any more. My orgasm took over and I started to cum. Emilia was the first to get it though, closing her mouth over my head as I fired rope after hot rope into her hungry, waiting mouth. While I came, Natalie was quick to place my balls back into her mouth, sucking on them both hungrily as I emptied them into Emilia's mouth.
As soon as I stopped cumming, I fell back down to the edge of the bed and watched as Emilia slowly pulled her mouth up off of my cock and showed me the creamy white mess that had pooled on her tongue. She then nudged Natalie who came up off of my balls and the two women got into a passionate embrace. I could see their mouths opening and their tongues were running over each other's, sharing my load with a hot kiss. Sitting back and watching them go at it, I could only groan in pleasure as they eagerly ran their tongues over each other's until my cum was nothing and they had shared my load completely.
With my dick soft now after the stellar double blowjob from the two women, I knew I was going to need to take some time to catch my breath again and come back down to Earth. Looking at the women who were kneeling down now in front of me, their arms wrapped around each others bodies all while they looked at each other and then kissed each other again before turning to look at me. Natalie's mouth came up to Emilia's ear and she whispered something before gently nibbling on Emelia's ear. The Star Wars Story actress giggled and nodded her head, turning to face the woman who played the scheming Margaery Tyrell. The two shared another hot kiss before Emilia pushed Natalie onto her back. The brunette woman turned to face me to let me know just what the game plan was.
"So, while you recover, me and Natalie here are going to pretty much eat each other out. You can watch too." She said simply. Natalie bit down on her index finger and nodded her head, looking at me and then over to Emilia who was happy to follow up on what she had just said. Natalie elegantly spread her legs and let Emilia go to work on her costar. With the blonde flat on her back and her legs spread, the brunette moved up on her hands and knees and crawled forward. Emilia's hands ran along the stocking covered legs of Natalie before she moved the flats of her hands up to the hot insides of Natalie's thighs before she reached up with a probing right index finger and slowly curled her finger inside of the fabric and tugged the underwear to one side.
"Look at that..." I said, moving to the side so I got a better view of what was going on in the middle of this large, comfy bed.
"Good enough to eat right?" Emilia said, looking over her shoulder at me as we both inspected Natalie's dripping wet pussy. Before I even had a chance to answer, Emilia pushed her index finger inside of Natalie Dormer.
Biting her lip, Natalie purred and whined in pleasure as her actress co star began to pump her finger in and out of her wet slit. Watching Natalie's body as Emilia slowly fingered her was incredible to me, the way the blonde woman's body writhed from side to side and her incredible eyes went ever so slightly wider all while the brunette continued to slide her finger in and out in a long and slow stroking manner. Emilia's other hand was on the inside of Natalie's thighs, keeping them spread and making sure to fully display the blonde woman's pussy to both of us.
"You really do look incredible." Emilia answered, looking up at Natalie and then back down to the pussy in front of her. Leaning down and essentially presenting her own pussy to me, the brunette moved her face forward and gave the puffy looking lips a long, slow lick from the bottom up to the top of the opening, making sure to avoid to the clit but also making sure to get every little bit of those delicious looking folds in front of us both. Moving up on my knees, I moved a little bit closer and watched Emilia push her tongue up against Natalie's slit.
As soon as Emilia's tongue hit her slit, Natalie's back arched up off of the bed and she seemed to cry out for more. As Emilia went back to licking at the delicious honeypot in front of her, I moved a little closer to the two women who were busy wrapped up in each other and I took a chance to reach over and place my hand on Natalie's chest, squeezing her breast as Emilia continued to lick against her. Natalie purred in pleasure and her hand came up to lay on top of mine on her breast as the brunette between her legs continued to make tasty sounding noises from the other side of the bed. Looking down at Emilia, her big, brown eyes were looking up at us both as she curled her hands around the outside of Natalie's legs and held them apart as she continued to eat her.
Emilia continued to rub her tongue against Natalie's folds and while my hand was on the blonde's breast, my free hand came down and ran through Emilia's luscious brown hair. Emilia looked up at me and then over at Natalie, her face was definitely stretched into a smile as she pushed her tongue out flat and moved the entire width of her tongue against the bottom of Natalie's pussy and then all the way up to the top of the blonde's pussy, this time her entire tongue moved over the entirety of Natalie's pussy, covering every little bit and when her tongue hit Natalie's clit, the blonde let out a hard whine and her body jolted again as her hard little love button was stimulated.
The constant moans that were spilling out of her co-star's mouth was enough to let Emilia know what she was doing right. Despite the three of us being in bed, the brunette and myself included, knew there was little to no chance that Natalie could have been fast asleep. Watching the two women go hard at it with each other was something beyond my wildest fantasies and I thought my life had gotten pretty good with the shared blowjob at the start of the evening, watching the girl on girl action now? That was something even wilder. My hand squeezed at Natalie's breast again as Emelia went right back to lapping and licking against the hard love button of Natalie's clit and making the blonde woman start to shake in the bed.
With her long, stocking clad legs spread, Natalie was biting down hard on her bottom lip all while the combination of my own and Emilia's hands ran all over her skin. The two of us, me and Emilia, worked hard on the blonde as she had her pussy licked clean. Natalie managed to wrestle her bra off of her chest and threw it to the side of the bed, offering me a real, in depth look at her bare breast. I had seen the show of course and I had seen her bare breasts in various other projects but seeing them in the flesh and actually being able to touch them? It was like Christmas morning and I had a Playstation 2 shaped box in my hands. Placing my hands back on Natalie's chest, my fingers coming up to toy with her nipples almost instantly, I looked down and was treated to the live sex show as Emilia focused on pleasuring Natalie's entrance.
As Emilia weaved her tongue over Natalie's folds, the blonde headed actress could only moan in pleasure at just how wet her co star had made her. Natalie managed to lift her head up and look down her body, I wondered if there was any chance that the blonde could even see the brunette as she had her face buried between Natalie's legs. Slipping her tongue over Natalie's folds, Emilia opened her mouth up and pressed her mouth down around Natalie's wet pussy lips, sucking up and down on them as the brunette worked her head up and down, teasing every little bit of Natalie's dripping wet folds.
The soft fabric of the mattress beneath the three of us was starting to press into my knees but the soft ache of the mattress was nothing compared to the sheer bliss that must have been running through the veins of Natalie Dormer while Emilia continued to lick against Natalie's dripping wet folds. Emilia's tongue flicked over Natalie's clit, the tip of her tongue stimulating the hard button, running over the clit in a steady flow of teasing licks and only making the blonde cry out and claw at the sheets. Her head dropped down and bit into the sheets as Emilia continued to tease and stimulate her hard clit.
As Emilia's lips wrapped themselves around Natalie's clit, the brunette actress pushed her index finger inside of Natalie's pussy walls, being able to slide it in almost to the bottom knuckle right away. Looking down, I could see Emilia begin to start sucking on Natalie's clit, watching Emilia gently bite down against the hard button and started to push her finger in and out of Natalie faster and faster. Fucking her with her finger, Emilia looked up at Natalie as the woman who was flat in the bed and her whole body started to react to what was happening between her legs. I could almost hear her folds getting wetter and wetter as she writhed in place. With her free hand, Emilia reached up and grabbed onto Natalie's other breast.
With both my own hand and Emilia's hand on her chest, squeezing the two amazing breasts together and the both of us playing on her nipples, I could hear Natalie starting to whine more and more. Looking down at the blonde, I wondered just how long it was going to be before she exploded all over the sheets. Natalie's fingers dug into the sheets of the bed before she offered them a series of hard open palmed slaps. Looking down at Emilia, the brunette seemed to have a big smile on her face thought it was difficult to tell with most of her face being obscured by Natalie's groin. Emilia's tongue was working over her clit, and the finger that was inside of Natalie started to go faster and faster. It seemed obvious that the two of us knew what was coming and we both wanted to see the blonde cum hard and fast in the bed.
Natalie's mouth was wide open as she was simply panting in pleasure as Emilia pleasured her so expertly. The blonde started to rock herself backwards and forwards, feeding Emilia's finger fast and deep into her own pussy. The woman started to whine as those hot walls that Emilia was fingering started to squeeze the invading finger tighter and tighter as Natalie bit down on her bottom lip as if to offer herself one final obstruction but it was too late. Her eyes shot open and she seemed to pause before she let out a cry of pleasure as she started to cum. Her pussy pulsed and exploded all over Emilia's finger and tongue as she was doubly stimulated. Watching the action, my hand moved from Natalie's breast and settled by my side as Emilia's tongue brushed up from the blonde's hard clit to just those hot walls, licking all over them as the blonde exploded.
Making sure to not miss a drop of the Tyrell woman's juices as she came, Emilia ran her tongue all over those hot folds while she continued to push her finger in and out. Adding a second finger, Emilia pressed them both together and changed the angle of penetration to scrape the tips of her fingers against the top of Natalie's pussy. Slowly, the brunette actress pulled her tongue out of Natalie's folds and Emilia cooed in pleasure before lightly kissing Natalie's stomach that must have been fluttering with butterflies.
"You taste good Natalie!" Emilia said with a grin, flopping on the bed on top of the woman who was flat on her back with her legs seemingly stuck in a spread position.
While the two women shared a quick embrace, Natalie was the first to notice that I was hard again. Her tongue came out and she ran it against Emilia's cheek before she nodded down towards me.
"Looks like somebody's ready for more."
The brunette lifted her head up off of Natalie and looked down at me with a wicked grin on her face. Her hands gave Natalie's chest an ample squeeze before the blonde moved down to the bottom of the bed and spread her legs.
"Come on, come and give it to me!" Natalie said with a grin. I looked over at Emilia who nodded her head and moved her body forward so she could throw her leg over Natalie's face and mount it as I moved myself between Natalie's legs. Placing my hands on the outside of the blonde's stocking clad legs I kept her legs apart and rubbed the head of my dick against Natalie's slick folds. Rubbing the head of my dick against her slick opening, I had to grin at just how wet the blonde was after being eaten out and I knew that there was going to be little to no obstruction for me to just slide my dick right inside of her. As soon as I pushed the head of my cock inside of her, Natalie's legs worked just as fast and she had quickly wrapped them around me and pulled me in tight to her.
Both me and Natalie let out a grunt as my balls hit against the curve of her ass, my hands slid down to stroke against the fabric along her thighs as I started to pull my hips back and then push them forward again. Natalie's walls were squeezing me tightly already and as I pushed myself in and out of her, I looked up and could see my fellow guest of Natalie's body, Emilia Clarke, staring right at me and running her tongue along her lips as if she wanted to cleanse her skin of Natalie's cum. When she blew me a kiss, I knew exactly what she wanted though and leaned forward, Emilia's hands came up and steadied herself on my shoulders. Her fingers had a hold of my skin as I started to fuck her blonde co star with an easy rhythm. The two of us were face to face as she pulled me in for a kiss, the taste of Natalie's pussy on her lips was enough for me to keep pushing inside of Natalie but with the added incentive, I started to fuck the Tyrell actress just a little bit harder.
Both me and Emilia could hear Natalie moaning underneath the brunette but neither of us cared as I started to really push my dick inside of the blonde, sliding myself backwards and forwards. My balls started to clap against Natalie's ass and each push made the brunette moan in pleasure. She reached down and unclipped her own bra, tossing it to the side so that her magnificent chest was on display for me. Taking a hand up off of Natalie's leg, I cupped and squeezed her bare breast before leaning in and sinking my teeth down around her hard nipple. Sucking on each of the hard nubs, I made sure to lather both of them in my warm, wet spit all while my hips bumped backwards and forwards, in and out of Natalie's dripping wet pussy.
Emilia's hands came up and threaded her fingers through my hair as I worshipped all over her breasts as the blonde between us both was bounced up and down. Sliding myself inside of her, I started to angle the thrusting of my cock inside her, trying out various new ways to go inside of her, I started to lift my hips up slightly and aim to hit the 'roof' of her hot pussy. Ramming my cock inside of Natalie's pussy, the blonde's walls were hugging me tighter and tighter and while I started to hit the sweet spot inside of Natalie's pussy, both me and Emilia could tell that she was closer and closer to orgasming. Looking over at Emilia and then down at the writhing body of Natalie, I could only grin at how lucky I was and just how this was the best birthday ever. Pushing my cock inside her with another hard stroke, I felt Natalie's walls clamp down on me and then subsequently explode all around me.
Having her orgasm was definitely another highlight of my life and one of those things that I would keep in my memory forever. Keeping my dick buried inside of Natalie, I slowly rocked my hips backwards and forwards to keep dragging the orgasm out of the gorgeous blonde all while I watched as Emilia continued to roll her hips around on top of Natalie's face. The blonde woman who was flat on her back, ran her hands up and down Emilia's body before her small hands reached up to cup the brunette's chest. Natalie's hands squeezed at Emilia's breasts and then held the brunette in place all while she was making the brunette purr just a little bit louder in pleasure. Looking down at the hot entrance, I could pretty much tell that Natalie was going to town on Emilia's pussy and no doubt wanted to try to bring the averages of the orgasms in the room up just a little bit.
Emilia's hands were laid flat against my shoulders and while I let my dick almost simmer in Natalie's aroused juices, and I could feel the nails of the brunette pressing against my shoulders. Her head fell back just a little bit and her neck was exposed to me as her mouth opened and she let out a low, aroused groan. Her hips started to roll around in a slight circle all while she had mounted Natalie's face. Watching the two go at it, I could only grin and get treated to some more white hot live action porn. Emilia's fingers scratched at my chest slightly and then her body exploded as she started to cum hard over Natalie's face. Holding the brunette British woman up while she orgasmed hard, I could feel my dick throbbing inside of the blonde woman's pussy.
Emilia's orgasm subsided and she was able to meekly lift herself up off of Natalie's face and move herself down so that she was able to look at us both. It was there I was greeted with the sight of Natalie Dormer's face slick in her lover's juices as well. The sight was enough for the idea of the two women hooking up before to be set in stone in my mind. Emilia grinned widely to me and then rolled herself forward onto her hands and knees and then effectively presented herself to me. Reaching between her legs with her right arm, Emilia used her index and middle finger to spread her pussy's lips and show me exactly where she wanted me. Moving up and off of the bed, I ran my hand down over my length to try and clean my dick of Natalie's juices but the thought of being balls deep in Emilia Clarke was far too tempting to pass up. Moving up so I was directly behind Emilia, I had my left hand on her hips but Natalie had quickly commandeered use of my right hand that was still slick in her juices.
Holding my hand up, Natalie made a big show of running her tongue against my palm and all over my fingers to completely cleanse me of any of her juices. Running her tongue all over the underside of my fingers, she looked up at me and winked.
"Go get her then you dirty bastard!"
Natalie said with a grin, settling to the side of the bed next to us both and now draping one of her legs over the side while the other one was left on the actual bed to keep her upright and stable. She reached down between her own legs and started to rub at herself as she watched me take up position behind the brunette who was very lazily rubbing at her clit with her ring finger. The two women didn't seem to have any issues with keeping themselves warm or ready to go and that was fine by me. The concept of another orgasm was very, very pleasing to me but for now all I wanted was to make sure that both of the two women got off in the best ways they could do. Moving up behind Emilia, I gripped my dick at the base and rubbed the head of my dick against her folds, teasing the entrance to see just what sort of reaction I'd provoke out of the brunette. Surprisingly, Emilia lifted her head up off of the bedsheets and looked over to me.
"Come on, get on with it you big dicked fucker!" Hearing her curse like that was something of a rarity considering her character Daenerys Targaryen was actually fairly well spoken.
But, the lady had made a request and just who was I to refuse? So, with both of my hands now free, I took a firm grip of Emilia's ass and held her in place before I pushed my hips forward with a firm shove and my dick slipped inside of her folds and moved all the way inside her hot, dripping wet entrance. Soon, my dick had bottomed out inside of her and I was stuck with my balls slapping against Emilia's clit. The brunette moved her hand away from her own private area and planted both of them down firmly on top of the bedsheets to keep herself steady while I took her from behind. Rolling my hips backwards and then shoving them forward, I could hear Emilia already moaning for it and the sounds that were coming out of Natalie's mouth was already pretty inviting as well.
Turning to look at her, I could see that the blonde had her index finger inside of her and her other hand was on her breast, grabbing at it while she watched us fuck. Keeping a hold of Emilia's ass, my hands ran up to her hips and then up under her body to grab at each of her breasts while we both worked together in tandem. Sliding my hips forward, the brunette made sure to push her hips backwards. The two of us very quickly got into a nice, easy rate of working together and as beads of sweat started to form over both of our bodies, the sounds coming from both of our mouths was enough to convince me that what we were both doing was good and as hot as I thought it was. Emilia's walls were still nice and tight, despite having cum over Natalie's face, she was definitely going to make sure that I worked hard to get her to cum.
My hands had a firm grip on her waist and I started to pick up the pace, pushing and shoving inside of her lower walls, all while they did their best to milk me close to them and keep my dick inside of her. Not that I was going to argue that case of course, I wanted to keep myself balls deep in whoever I was in at the time, be it Emilia or Natalie, but while I was inside of Emilia, you could bet your bottom dollar that I was going to focus on the brunette especially and keep driving myself inside her to the point that she was going to keep making those oh so sweet noises that were spilling out of her mouth. Working inside of her with one particularly hard thrust, I was met with her walls squeezing me just a little bit tighter and letting me know that the brunette was close to orgasming as well. My hands kept a firm grip on her chest, my thumbs teasing her nipples with soft flicks, making sure they stayed nice and hard and keeping her doubly stimulated.
Emilia's teeth gritted down together and she let out a low grunt and almost a primal growl as she started to fight against the feelings in her lower lips. The earlier pussy eating must have really done a number on her because as I pounded her hard from behind, my hips started to slap against her ass and with each hard clap against her, my own orgasm started to build up. Pushing in and out of her, I started to pick up the pace and move my hips around to try and angle the direction of my cock thrusting. Hitting a particularly sweet spot, I heard Emilia almost tense up at the feeling of my dick inside her and as soon as I hit that spot, I started to continuously assault it. Pulling my hips back and then shoving them forward with a hard, eager series of thrusting and continuing to hit against her sweet spots inside of her.
Pushing my dick in hard against her hot folds, I made sure to keep going and keep my rhythm steady while I worked on driving her right to the orgasm the mother of dragons had been desiring since the three of us got to work in the bed. Looking over at Natalie, I could see her head had fallen backwards now and the sounds of both of the women's hot sexes was joining the sounds that were spilling out of both Emilia and my own mouth as well. Sliding my cock inside of Emilia with one more hard stroke, I groaned as Emilia's walls tightened down around me once more and her dripping wet folds made sure to grip me one last time and her walls exploded. Her walls moved to drench me all over as I pushed my cock in and out of her hot pussy.
With Emilia cumming around my dick, I let out a low groan and then pulled my hips back, my dick slipped from her hot entrance and stood out proudly. Throbbing as if it were trying to find another source for me to get pleasure from, I looked down at Emilia who managed to look over her shoulder at me and flashed me a grin before she got up from very shaky legs and both her and Natalie were quick to push me back down to the flat of my back and they were both on top of me. Their faces came down and the three of us quickly joined in a hot, French kiss as my hands ran over their ass cheeks and their hands moved up and down my chest. The two women slipped down my body, the two of them taking turns in stealing the occasional bite and tug on my bottom lip to each mark their territory on my body.
With the two girls now down at my lap, the two women had their hands on my dick and were both eagerly stroking my dick, ready to make me cum there and then again. Roughly making us all even at two orgasms each, I wondered just how long the two women were going to drag this one out before I'd start to cum. Having been balls deep in both of the women and also getting a stellar double blowjob from them both, I could already feel my body tensing up and my orgasm was creeping up faster and faster. Emilia's tongue ran over the left side of my dick while Natalie rubbed her tongue along the top and then the right side of my cock, slipping their mouths up and down, the two tongues were both working hard on pleasuring me and with each stroke, my orgasm got closer and closer.
Reaching down, I ran my fingers through both of their hair before Emilia closed her lips down around my right ball and sucked on it hungrily as Natalie slipped her mouth up and swallowed my cock right back down. Bobbing her head up and down while Emilia tossed each ball around in her mouth, making sure to bathe both of them hard and fast all while Natalie sucked on my cock. Looking down at them, I groaned and looked away, knowing that if I looked down at them any longer I would definitely shoot my load. With the way each woman was working on my length and balls, I knew that my orgasm was getting closer. My toes curled into my feet and my fingers clawed at the bedsheets as I managed to gasp out a short warning to the two women.
The sound of my warning was enough for the two women to drop down next to each other, their mouths opened and their eyes closed as they started to jerk my dick faster and faster. With a low groan, my head fell back and I stared up to the ceiling before my eyes screwed shut and I started to cum. Shooting a series of hot ropes from my dick and against their faces, I let the two women control the cum flow, Emilia was slowly moving my dick from side to side before I finally finished cumming and the two women managed to stroke out one last drop of cum.
Managing to open my eyes up, I looked down at the two women and saw that I had covered both of their faces with my orgasm. Nearly all of Emilia's face was coated in my ropes of cum, Natalie had a series of shots across her cheek, nose and over her right eye with a rope on her forehead and one in her messy blonde hair as well. Looking down at them both, my mouth was hanging open ever so slightly before I managed to splutter out a single sentence.
"Best birthday ever..."
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Title: Midnight Rain by Zolgar
Tags: Human, Long, M/F, Plot Development, Rape, Sci-Fi, Violence, Wolf
Warning! This story contains some unpleasant subject matter and a rape scene. If this offends you, please do not read. Also, this story (as can be told by the length) is not just a 'fap piece'- if you want something short with mindless sexings, go try chapter 1 of Reign of the Dragon King. :)
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Late in the 21st century GeneWarp introduced a new weapon for the United States military. 'Beasts', a breed of genetically engineered super soldiers. Fast, strong, smart.. unlike weapons of the past, these didn't rely on human hands to guide them.
Initially there were two breeds, Wolves and Tigers, but they quickly expanded their lines to cover more species, focusing on the strengths of each of the 'core' animals.
Later, they realized the private sector had a large market, and created a new line of 'designer pet' for private purchasers, as well as domestic worker versions for a lower cost workforce.
Legally these 'Beasts' were classified as property, not human nor animal, leading to no regulations as to how they had to be treated or what you could do with them.
Chapter 1
*Lancaster, CA*
"Scheiße.." The wolf growled returning from his patrol, soaked despite the trench coat he wore. He tossed the coat aside and shook the water from his fur before returning to his desk to make his report. So far the storm had kept the night fairly quiet, the only exception was a could kids who had hopped the fence to try and steal a car.. one left with a broken arm and the other with soiled trousers. There was also the woman though, she confused him.
Across the street she sat on a bus bench in the rain, ignoring every bus that passed by.. just staring at the dealership. He suspected she was casing the place, or perhaps watching him. He glanced at the clock, 12:07 AM. He noted the time in his report '*Patrol quiet. Mysterious woman still present across street.*' There was still one more bus for the night, so for now he would wait.
He turned on the news stream, listening for a moment to some environmentalist rant about 'global cooling' and a reporter arguing that 80 years ago they were crying 'global warming'. Neither mattered much to him though, he wanted news of the war so he changed stations.
"These 'beasts', do they really save our soldiers lives?" The speaker on the new station caught his interest. "No, and they won't until we pull all human soldiers off of the front lines! But we can't do that, because we can't have our entire fighting force being *animals*. Just this morning an assault team was evacuated from Tucson with only one casualty.. one entirely avoidable casualty!
"One of the team's 3 Wolves was shot and unable to make it to the evacuation point, and one of our soldiers ignored a direct order from his superior in order to get this *animal* to safety. The soldier, who's name hasn't been released yet, was critically injured in the process and died on the transport back out.
"Now they're calling him a 'hero', and saying he's going to be posthumously awarded the Purple Heart with a commendation for valor... social media is exploding with calls for the Medal of Honor. That's BULLSH-"
He'd heard enough and changed the station again, finding actual news of the war itself. Tucson was still a hot battleground, but reports indicated that the US was finally gaining ground on retaking it, the Cartel was being pushed out of San Diego.. it seems their initial surge from advanced weapons was finally giving way to the US' superior numbers and training. The increased presence of Beasts didn't hurt, either. Not for the first time, he wished he could be on the front lines.
His attention returned to the woman on the bus bench, now sitting with her head in her lap. The last bus of the night arriving and departing, leaving the woman behind. He looked to the clock and growled. She'd been there more than four hours now, paying no heed to any of the buses.. she didn't look like an agent or a thief.. but she had to be up to something, so he grabbed his flashlight and trench coat and stalked out of the office in to the pouring rain and across the street.
"That was the last bus." He growled "So what are you after? Casing the dealership or looking for someone?"
"Huh..?" The woman looked up at him,her voice was hoarse and her makeup run as if she had been crying. She regarded him with a certain amount of surprise and fear, but no real concern. "I'm sorry... I just.. I had to get out, and had no where to go... walked until I couldn't walk anymore.. ended up here and sat... kept hoping to wake up and find it was all a bad dream."
"You expect me to believe that you just went for a walkabout,and ended up on the bench right across the street from my post for more than four hours?"
".. wasn't like I just decided to go for a walk..."
"I know it wasn't the beautiful weather that brought you out."
"My fiance was killed in battle this morning, OK?!" She snapped, "So sorry for inconveniencing you by sitting on a fucking park bench because I couldn't stand being in our apartment all alone, surrounded by his things."
"Scheiße. I'm sorry.. Was he a soldier?"
"Yeah, Army.. deployed in Arizona."
"I see. If you want, you can come in out of the rain." He gestured back at the dealership's office "It's warm and dry, and there's a coffee machine."
"Go from accusing me of casing the joint, to offering me coffee?" She gave him an odd look.
"I'm sorry, forget it.."
"No... you couldn't have known." She shook her head. "I'm sure I seemed suspicious... if you'll have me, I wouldn't mind getting out of this rain, especially since this isn't exactly the best side of town."
"Sure isn't." The wold nodded, he wasn't sure what it was about this woman, or why he trusted her.. but there was something. Besides which, he knew the boss would want to help her. "Come on."
"Thank you... I don't mean to pry, but I thought your kind wasn't allowed to hold jobs?"
"The boss worked around that with a technical loop hole. It's not a job, I'm a 'guard dog'."
".. huh. Do you get paid?"
"Officially? no. Rent is paid, and I am provided a monthly stipend to cover the rest."
"You have it better than most then.. unpaid 'disposable' soldiers, or slaves..."
"Yeah, I got lucky here." He nodded as he held the office door open for her. "So, if you're going to be here a while, want to at least till me your name?"
"Rain, Rain Emerson."
"A pleasure fräulein Emerson." He tossed his coat aside and shook the water from his fur. "I am Adolph."
"Huh, are you German?"
"No, just formerly owned by a German bitch."
"I see." She settled in to one of the sofas for customers.
"I am curious, was your fiance the one I heard about on the news earlier? Lost his life saving one of his team's Wolves."
"Yeah.. that's Anthony." She gave a sad smile. "He refused to see them as 'tools'.. always said there was a point in history when he would have been considered property or second class at best.. one of the last things he said was telling his squad-mate that not that long ago it would have been him considered 'expendable'."
"I'm sorry for your loss, it sounds like he was a good man."
"He was."
"World needs more people like that."
"Problem is.. the real world, heroes die."
"True." He nodded. "They stand for what they believe in though, and make their voice heard.. and they wake the world to the injustices they ignore and inspire others to rise."
"But they'll never see the impact they had."
"No they won't, but that does not mean their impact is meaningless." He let out a sigh. "The price of war is blood, and everyone but the leaders pay. I am sorry your fiance fell, but her fell a hero.. to the people and to my kind, even though I suspect the Wolf he saved would gladly trade places."
"Why?"
"Simple, we have no families to return to. We are created in a lab, trained for one purpose from the day we are born.. military Beasts live in barracks when not deployed. That, and we Wolves are pack animals.. we live for our pack, we would die for our pack."
"Do you have a pack?"
".. not really. I did once though."
"What happened?"
"I.." He hesitated, looking down. "I had to remove myself from the pack, to make life better for the rest."
"I see..." Her voice made it clear she didn't, but that she didn't want to push it. "So.. you're not going to get in trouble for having me in here, are you?"
"Probably not." He chuckled, thankful for the subject change. "Boss wouldn't want you out there on the street alone, he's one of those people who is just genuinely too nice for the real world but somehow makes it work."
"That's rare.. most just get ripped off and end up jaded."
"Indeed." He glanced to the clock, 12:50 "I need to go make my patrol of the lot. I should be back in about fifteen minutes."
"OK. Thank you again."
He nodded to her, pulling his trench coat on before leaving the office in to the slowing rain. As he walked the lot, checking the cars and the fence, his mind wandered, dwelling at the time on Rain. He told himself it didn't matter, that he would never see her again after this night, and that would be for the better for everyone.. but still, he liked her. She had a pleasant scent with hints of jasmine and she was quite pleasing to the eye.. long hair black as his fur and smooth skin of a pale brown on what he considered a nearly perfect body.
He let himself daydream while going about his patrol on autopilot, knowing nothing would ever come of it. When he reached the office again, he realized he didn't remember any of the the patrol, just a little impossible fantasy world. He took his coat off looking over at Rain and smiled, finding her asleep on the couch. Settling at the desk to write his report he glanced at the clock, 01:04. He noted the time '*Patrol quiet. Mysterious woman no longer present across street.'*.
The morning remained equally eventless through his patrols every hour, Rain sleeping soundly on the couch.. he figured the events of the day must have finally caught up to her so he let her sleep until after his last patrol at six. The rain had cleared, and the sun shone through the office windows as he nudged her a couple times to wake her.
"Guten morgen, fräulein sleepyhead." He chuckled as she opened her eyes. "My shift is over, so as the old saying goes.. ' you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here' unless you want to buy a car."
"Mm.. how long have I been asleep?" She stretched, standing up.
"About five hours. It's six AM."
".. sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep so long.. yesterday just kinda caught up with me."
"I figured as much, so I decided to let you sleep."
"Thank you." She smiled. "I should head home, if I can figure out how to get there from here."
"Where's home? Maybe I can help."
"L and 40th."
"That's not hard, easiest is to walk down to L and hop the 22W over to 40th."
"Uhm." She checked her pockets. ".. how far of a walk is it? I don't have bus fare."
"About 4 miles. It's not far from my apartment, or out of the way.. I can walk with you, if you like."
"That would be nice."
The morning air was crisp and cool from the night's rain, making for a pleasant, if uneventful walk home filled with idle chatter about the weather and recent developments of the city.
"Home sweet home..." Rain sighed as they reached her apartment complex. "Thank you for walking with me, Adolph."
"It was nice to have the company for most of my walk." Adolph nodded. "I don't get much."
"Shame. Maybe I will see you again?"
"Maybe?" He shrugged slightly. "Auf wiedersehen Rain."
"Goodni- morning?"
\* \* \*
*Wolf Point, MT*
The man woke to the incessant buzzing of his phone, glancing briefly at the clock he grimaced, it was almost noon.
"This is Steele." He answered quietly so as not to disturb the woman sleeping next to him.
"'bout damn time you answered, Alex." The chief replied. "We've got a possible hit on your White Whale, in Lancaster of all places.."
"Adolph?"
"Yep. It's probably nothing. There's no physical evidence and the two individual's involved are not precisely the most reliable.. and their stories don't match, but one of them described him pretty accurately when describing their attacker."
"Worth checking out still, it's the first semblance of a lead we've had in about a year."
"Yeah, I figured you'd want to go talk to them. Say the word and we'll have a flight booked for you."
"I'll take the bike. You know how I feel about flying, Mike."
"It's 1500 miles Alex. That's going to take you three days to ride."
"Two, tops." He chuckled. "you know how I ride. Besides, it's probably nothing.. so I may as well enjoy the ride."
"Fine. Do you want me to prepare a team to mobilize for you?"
"No.. I'll get back to you in a couple days when I have a better feel for the situation in Lancaster."
"All right. Just don't do anything stupid Alex."
"Come on Mike, you know me..."
"That's why I'm worried."
"Hah, whatever you say 'mom'. I'll check in when I get to Lancaster."
"Have a safe ride, I'll send the report to your phone." The chief replied before ending the call.
"Hey Meg.." Alex nudged the woman next to him, tossing his phone aside. "I gotta go, work calls."
"Hm? Will you be back?"
"Probably not."
"Surely then you don't have to leave right away..?" She asked, sliding closer to him, trailing a finger down his chest.
"Mm.. I suppose I can wait a few more minutes." He leaned in to kiss her. This was how he liked his girls. Accepting that he had to move on, and enjoying their mutual pleasure.. not clinging on and begging him not to leave. Of course, a couple minutes later, leaving was the furthest thing from his mind.
Two hours later found him flying south down the highway at somewhere around a hundred, darting in and out of traffic and even screaming past cops unconcerned. His mind wandered back two years ago, a crime scene in upstate New York.
The middle aged woman had been brutally raped and torn apart, the scene made even the most jaded police officers ill, Steele found himself unable to look at the body, the smell of blood alone has almost been too much for him, and it was too much for the rest of his team.
The woman owned a number of civilian grade Beasts, all canid.. they all said the same thing. *'Mistress was kind. Mistress was good. Adolph hurt mistress. Adolph is bad.'* It seemed that the woman had decided to purchase a black market military grade, probably for protection.. that was always a mistake. There was always something wrong with the ones on the black market, and she learned that the hard way.
When they finally caught up with the monster two days later in Pennsylvania it lead his team on a grand chase across the city over a day and a half, leaving only Steele himself intact, before vanishing completely from the radar. The beast, so aptly named Adolph after a murderous tyrant from the 20th century, had killed two of his team, left one paralyzed from the waist down and the fourth in a mental hospital.
Over the last two years, there had been no physical evidence to point to it at any of it's other victims across the country... now, supposedly it left someone alive who actually gave a sound description of it.. it was too good to be true, it couldn't be Adolph, but he had to look in to it. He had to be sure.
Chapter 2
*Lancaster, CA*
Steele cracked his back getting off his bike. Early afternoon, counting stopping to sleep it took him about 24 hours to make Lancaster, rough but worth it. He walked in to the police station to ask after an officer Barret and was directed to his desk.
"Help you sir?" The cop, presumably Barret, asked.
"Yes, I am Alexander Steele with CLAWS, you submitted a description to be checked by our database yesterday?"
"That was fast.. yeah, I did. Didn't take the kid's word too seriously though, guess maybe it was serious?"
"Probably not, that's why I'm here. We get a lot of possible hits that turn out to be nothing, so we have people like me look in to it before we call in the cavalry."
"I see." Barret nodded. "See, there were two kids.. known trouble makers but their fathers are influential so we can never pin anything on them.. they say they were just walking by this car dealership when they got jumped.. means they were probably trying to go joy riding and got caught by the security guards. One of them had his arm broken in three places, swears it was five guys that did it... the other one ranted about a 'big black werewolf'."
"Yeah, probably just a retired Marine or something and the kids wanting to appear tough."
"That's what we figure, but.. policy is whenever it could be a Beast we submit a ticket to you guys to check in to it."
"You have the contact information for the kids? I'd like to talk to them myself. As well, the dealership they were 'walking by'?"
"Was the Honda dealership on 10th. Take Sierra to K8 and head west, ya can't miss it. As for kids.. lemme see your phone, I'll transfer their information for you."
"Thanks." Steele nodded, handing his phone over.
"You're certainly thorough, Alex." The cop laughed, handing the phone back once the data was transferred. "Last guys we had out here from CLAWS just glanced at the report and told us that our witness was full of shit."
"Most of us are former military." Steele laughed. "I was a cop before joining up."
"That explains it!"
"Indeed it does. Thank you for your help Barret, I'll let you know if you need to be concerned about a crazed killing machine on the loose."
"Yeah, crazed killing machines.. not my jurisdiction."
"Heh, what is?"
".. naked chick dancing in the middle of the highway."
"Those were always fun calls."
"Until you realize she's ugly."
"Then you just get to laugh."
"True. Good luck on the investigation."
"Thanks." He headed out of the station, checking his phone. These kids looked like trouble makers, probably full of shit.
"Just doesn't add up.. can't be him. These kids don't meet his normal victims, and even then.. no way he'd let them live." He mused to himself mounting his bike. ".. check and see if the dealership has a night guard or two."
It was just a short ride to the dealership, where he headed in, having to deflect three salesmen before he even got in to the building where he asked after a managed and was directed to an office.
"Welcome to Lancaster Honda!" The manager, Patricia according to the door, greeted him. "You look like you would be interested in one of our brand new '85 Tyrants."
"Not here for a car, thanks." Steele replied, sizing the woman up. Slightly younger than he and very attractive, and a wedding ring. "My name is Agent Steele with the FBI, There was an odd report from this area the night before last, I was just wondering if you have a night guard?"
"Yeah, what happened?"
"Nothing here ma'am. I was just hoping I could talk to him and see if he saw anything?"
".. oh sure. Let me get you his phone number."
"Thank you."
"His name is Erik" She handed him a business card with a hand written number. "And there's my number too.. if you need me for anything further. Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Steele?"
"No, thank you ma'am." Steele nodded, heading out of the office. There would be something, aside from his rule of no married women.
A quick call to the security guard confirmed that the some kids had been prowling the yard, and he might have broken one of their arms in the scuffle. Steele saw no reason to pursue it further, he might drop by and talk to the guard in person that night, if no better opportunities arose at the local watering hole.
\* \* \*
"What are you doing here so late, Trish?" Adolph asked as he walked in to the office, hanging his trench coat on the rack. "Someone call out?"
"No.. was something odd today I wanted to mention to you."
"Oh?"
"Guy claiming to be from the FBI came around asking about our security guard, claimed it wasn't about anything here to me, then when he called Erik he was asking about a couple kids the night before last, one with a broken arm?"
".. yeah, I broke one of their arms, I think."
"Good. Stupid punks need to learn. My concern though is he seemed interested in our security guard."
"What was his name?"
"Said it was 'Agent Steele'."
"scheiße!" He growled. ".. He's not FBI, he's CLAWS."
"CLAWS?"
"Civilian Liaisons for the Apprehension of Weaponized Species, their whole existence is hunting Beasts like me down."
"... shit."
"If he comes poking around much more, I may have to vanish... call Erik, tell him he's officially calling in sick the next few days, just in case. I'll try to let you know if I have to ghost."
"Yeah. I hope it doesn't come to that though."
"Erik probably turned him aside though.. no one it going to believe a punk kid that his arm was broken by an eight foot tall black wolf.."
"Hopefully." She chuckled. "Anyways, have a good shift, I should get home."
"Have a good night Trish. Thanks for the heads up about Steele."
"No problem. 'night."
With that Adolph found himself alone with his thoughts as Trish headed out to her car. If Steele was in Lancaster it could get very bad very quickly. The man had a vendetta and would not stop until one of them was dead. In the morning after his shift, he would make the final preparations in case he had to leave in a hurry, for now though worrying about it wouldn't solve anything.
He tuned in to the news networks to give himself a distraction, and began flipping through until something caught his interest. Talk about the second deep-space launch being prepared for December, many were calling it a waste of the country's funds.. a campaign add accusing the Democratic candidate of relations with Beasts.. An unaffiliated candidate giving a speech, that caught his interest for the moment.
"My opponents want to paint this picture of a perfect world after they're elected." The voice on the radio said, "They want you to believe in that their own little red or blue painted world that there's nothing wrong. They're treating you like a parent treats a child, and you can see it in how they talk to you, like you're too stupid to understand the realities of the world and too young to handle strong language. "Fuck. That. I am going to talk to you like adults. I'm going to tell you that there are problems. I'm going to tell you that the world won't suddenly be perfect on November 7th. I may even swear occasionally. Why do I swear? Because I am emotionally invested in what I do, and I want you to see that! "Change doesn't happen overnight, and I will be going up against the well established Political Machine trying to impede my progress every step of the way. I will do whatever it takes, even if it means personally tracking down and exposing every one of the corrupt fuckers and throwing them out the damn window until jobs get done."
Adolph chuckled as he switched channels, he might pay more heed if he could vote. He had to at least give the candidate credit though, he had the nerve to swear in his speeches.
"If you're going anywhere on foot tonight, be on your guard." The local news reporter came over the new station. "The 'Masked Mugger' is getting bolder, police are still seeking any information that leads to the capture of this individual, a private party has offered a reward of up to one *million* dollars for said information. Experts are speculating that this could be the work of multiple culprits, either working together or 'copy cats'. They seem to be focused in the area of Leslie Mareno Memorial Park.
"If you encounter this individual, please do not try to fight him-"
He began switching stations again, finally finding news from the front lines. San Diego was free again, the military was pushing the Cartel back down in to Mexico. Tucson was still a hot zone, but slowly the US was regaining it's hold. In Texas the Cartel held south of San Antonio but they couldn't push north, there was discussion of trying to push them further south.
The Navy and Coast Guard held the Gulf of Mexico and the bordering regions of the Pacific. Occasional strategic assaults were carried out in Mexico by the Air Force, in no small part serving to remind the Cartel that they lacked any real air power.
The government and various military heads were discussing how far too push the Cartel. Some wanted to sweep in and take Mexico from the Cartel and annex it. Adolph rather agreed with this idea, and grew tired of the same arguments being thrown back and forth, so finally turned the radio off and brought up his book, Sun Tsu's Art of War.
The night was uneventful, quiet patrols. Not even the usual hooligans were about, it made him rather uneasy when paired with Steele being in town. Finally on his Midnight patrol he heard something as he neared the office and crept up on the source.
He sniffed the air, Chinese food, a hint of jasmine.. and something familiar he couldn't quite place. The intruder wasn't even trying to mask their presence.. unless it was an attempt to seem hidden in plain sight as a delivery person.
"You are tress-" He growled, moving in to their path, because realizing who it was. ".. Rain? What are you doing here?"
"Eep.. er.. Hi Adolph." Rain stammered, almost dropping the bag she was carrying. "I.. couldn't sleep, and I wanted to thank you for being so nice the other night.. and thought you might like some lunch/dinner.. I don't even know what meal it would be?"
"Uhm.. it was nothing..?" He looked down at her, slightly confused and torn on what to do. He knew he should tell her to leave, he couldn't get her involved if things went south.. but she was nice, and besides, the sweet and sour pork smelled almost as good as she did. "Lunch would be nice."
"It was a lot more than nothing Adolph. I.. I really needed it. I needed a friend, because I don't really have any."
*So you pick the absolute worst friend you could get here, good going!* Adolph thought, listening to her as they walked in to the office.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't dump so much on you." She settled in to a couch, pulling carry out containers from the bag and setting them on the table. "It's just that I don't have anyone to talk to, since losing Anthony."
"No family?" He asked, settling next to her.
"Not anymore.. they were in El Paso."
"I'm sorry..." El Paso had been the Cartel's first strike, every report he heard had been bad.. the last year had not been kind to this woman.
"Top it all off, I got fired yesterday, for missing a day and then 'not being mentally present to work' yesterday.. Boss had the nerve to reprimand me for 'making excuses', too."
"What did you do?"
"Answered phones for a conglomerate of eshops." She shrugged. "Was a decent enough job, a lot of 'work friends', but wouldn't call any of them real friends, and it seems they agreed, I didn't even get a call or text from any of them asking how I was doing."
"I see."
"And you were just so nice to me... I kinda wanted to get to know you better, 'cause you seemed pretty lonely too."
"I am." He nodded. "Out of necessity though for me."
"Why?"
"I have to be ready to vanish at a moment's notice, Rain." He sighed. "I'm not sure if you recognize the differences, most don't, but I am not Civilian quality. I am military grade, was sold on the black market.. we're hunted and 'put down' when they find out about us. I slipped out of their radar about two years ago, but they may have picked me up again."
".. They want to kill you because you were sold on the black market?"
"Yep. There's no telling what kind of contamination entered my brain while in the hands of a civilian owner, or worse left to my own devices."
"God forbid you think for yourself and make decisions."
"Yep. If I were supposed too have a free will, the government would have issued me one."
"Hah, Anthony always said the same thing." She sighed, leaning against his shoulder. ".. you're warm, and .. a lot softer than I expected."
"I get that a lot." he chuckled.
"Did you ever see combat, before you were sold?"
"Nope, just training. It's easier to sell one of us before we've gone in to active duty. Report us deceased for any number of reasons and ship us out.. Shame too, to be honest. I excelled in training, I would have been quite the asset for the military."
"Do you want to go to war?"
"Fighting is what I was made for, what I was raised for. I was built to be the perfect soldier... what else would I want?"
"Freedom? The right to choose your own way in the world? Love? A family?"
"Nice things, all of them. All the more reason for me to be on the front line, defending those for others. Do I want to go die for the country that considers me an expendable piece of equipment? No. Do I want to put the fact that I was built to be a better, faster, stronger soldier with no familial ties to good use to protect the freedoms that this country offers it's citizens? Yes. Am I willing to die in the process? Yes."
"You could head south to San Diego..."
".. and be shot." He growled in disgust. "The military doesn't care, as soon as I pop up on their radar, I will be terminated."
"That's just.. wrong. You're a living being, you have no control over your past, but you have control of your future."
"According to the military, we're not really living being because we 'don't have souls'. Well, there's something more scientific about it, but that's the general intention."
"I find it hard to believe you don't have a soul."
"It's just the line they use to get around having to treat us like humans.. or hell, even like animals."
"People are fighting it though. Especially the older generations, those old enough to remember their grandparents or great grandparents talking about the days when a black man was considered second class.. or just those who have actually read their history books."
"It will take time. It took nearly two hundred years for black people to go from being slaves and property to actual full fledged citizens with all the same rights as whites."
".. well, I don't expect a Beast president any time soon...."
"Give it 220 years and maybe."
"...You read a lot don't you?"
"What else is there to do all night at a car dealership? Besides, racial segregation and slavery fascinates me."
"I can see that."
"It doesn't help that I was named after a xenophobic tyrant, responsible for the largest 'ethnic cleansing' of the 20th century."
".. Were you really named after him, or is it just coincidence."
"Supposedly, I was named Adolph because it means 'Noble Wolf'.. but I don't buy that for a minute."
"Huh.."
The night continued on much the same, idle conversation and consumption of cheap Chinese takeout, interrupted only by Adolph's patrols, until around four AM when Rain drifted to sleep on his shoulder causing him to miss his last two patrols.
*Good going Adolph.* He thought to himself as he watched Rain sleep. *You let yourself get attached. Right when it seems Steele's caught up to you, too. They'll just use her to get to you... You're fucked.*
"It's after six, time to wake up..." He nudged Rain to wake her up. "You should probably be sleeping in your bed, not on a random couch."
"Mm.. sorry.. just can't sleep at home." She stretched and tilted her neck until it popped. ".. just.. too much of Anthony. I could deal with it while he was deployed, it all reminded me of him until he came home.. but now.. .."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up.." He wrapped his arms around her as she started crying. *Fucked.*
"It's fine.." She buried her head in his chest. "You're right.. I shouldn't be sleeping here.."
"It's OK Rain." He saw the train wreck coming before he even said it, but he couldn't stop himself. "You're welcome here whenever you need it, even if just to sleep on the couch during my shift."
"You're too good to me." She looked up at him with a smile, despite her tear-streaked face. ".. another favor maybe? Walk me home again?"
"Sure.." He smiled, trying to annoy the nagging voice in his head. *Fucked.*
"Thank you."
The walk back to Rain's apartment was once again uneventful, mostly filled with idle chatter about the upcoming Olympics. Adolph found himself guessing that Steele had decided not to further pursue it after talking to Erik, still he couldn't be too sure.
"Thank you for walking me home again Adolph." Rain said with a smile as they reached her apartment building, standing on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the side of his muzzle.. and tuck something in to his shirt pocket. "Goodnight."
"Rest well, Rain." He smiled, watching her go in before checking his pocket, a folded piece of paper with her phone number on it. "So fucked..."
\* \* \*
Steele opened one eye to glance at the clock, almost 8. He pondered going back to sleep, but he needed to write his report about the situation in Lancaster and get on the road back to Wolf Point. He sat up, looking at the naked woman laying next to him in bed, he never even got her name, but she found his 'I'm a secret agent' pickup line amusing. It was great, worked almost every time, and they almost never actually believed him.
Slipping out of bed he found his clothes and pulled his pants on before slipping out the door, barely making a sound the entire time. He finished dressing in the hall outside her apartment, and headed down stairs. There had been a little coffee shop on the corner, built in to the apartment complex, so he headed there to get breakfast.
"Hey, uh.. Paul," Steele checked the clerk's nametag while waiting for his order to come up. "Know a good way to catch the Fifteen, bypassing Barstow by chance?"
"Oh yeah, it's a bit of a detour, but it's sick man." The kid behind the counter chuckled. "So, you head up like you're gonna head to Barstow, fourteen north to Mojave and grab the fifty eight. Just past Boron there's a little road, looks like it just heads out to an old agriculture sight.. actually intersects the road up to that old fort just north of Bastow, take that north and there's a cut off that will take you down to the fifteen. Cops never bother with it, so you can just fuckin' fly out there man."
"I don't have to worry about cops, but speed is king." Steele laughed.
"Then that's your road, man." The kid handed him his order. "Enjoy."
"Thanks."
An hour later found Steele flying down an old access road, cranking up to around 150, dodging minor debris in the road with aid of the enhanced optics in his helmet. He chuckled, not long ago people were saying there was no future in Hydrogen bikes. Checking his pressure, he decided he could make it to Salt Lake before needing another tank.
Chapter 3
Rain sat in the middle of a pile of half packed boxes, wearing one of Anthony's old shirts, trying to decide what she could keep and what she had to ship off to his family.. his family who couldn't be bothered to drive down to Lancaster, and seemed to blame her for his death.. not that they ever liked her in the first place.
Between searching for a new job, dealing with Anthony's family and trying to sort and pack all of his things, Rain found herself barely hanging on to the edge of sanity, more than once she considered ending it all. Only two things kept her going: The fact that Anthony wouldn't want her to give up, and the only friend she had.
She spent more nights at the Honda dealership than she did in the apartment. It was at least friendly there, and not full of things she had to pack up.. not full of memories.. not full of hopes and dreams.
She came across the picture of her and Anthony the day he deployed.. the day he proposed.. they were going to get married when he got back from his tour. Once he had a good job and they had some savings, they'd have a kid or two.. live the American Dream that so many had fought and died for.. the dream *he* fought and died for.
Choking back tears she dropped the photo in the box she was keeping. There wasn't much, his parents wanted 'everything', what little she was keeping were either inconsequential items, or things they wouldn't know about.. and the ring. They only way they'd get her ring is if they pried it from her cold dead hand.
She continued sorting through Anthony's things, minor items that would seem meaningless reminding her of little things he did, or something they had done together and silly little romantic gestures.
A knock at the door brought her back to the miserable present day. Rising, she wiped the tears from her eyes as she walked over to check the peephole, it was the building manager.
"What can I do for you, Stew?" She asked with the best smile she could muster as she opened the door.
".. Wish I could say nothing, Rain." He said, handing her an envelope. "Lease holder wants you gone. Told me to throw you out, but I told them I have to give you 24 hours notice. This time tomorrow, the locks are being changed and.. well.. yeah."
".. they.. fuckin.." Rain stammered, sinking to the floor. She knew this was coming, but didn't expect it so soon, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. ".. just like that huh.. I'll gt my stuff packed.. try and figure out where I'm going to go."
"Sorry Rain.. if you find someplace to go, I can give you and your stuff a lift over there in the truck.."
"Thanks Stew.. nice to see someone cares about me."
"You've always been a good tenant." Stew smiled. "Greg and I like you, you never cause problems, no pets.. no kids.. you made our job easy. So uhm.. don't let it get out, but there's a little something from us in that envelope too.. might get you a ticket someplace too start over?"
".. Thank you."
"It's nothing.." He glanced around briefly and adjusted his tone to be more stern. "Just make sure you're out by tomorrow morning."
"Very convincing..."
"Oh, I know." He chuckled as he turned to walk away.
"Well... shit." Rain sighed, standing up and closing the door. On the positive side, she had very little that was hers. She checked the envelope, it was an official eviction notice and some cash, between that and her bank account she had enough to get about a week in a cheap hotel, if it came to that.
She moved through the apartment, packing her things while making phone calls and checking in to things online.. by early evening nothing had seemed promising. It occurred to her she had one other option though...
\* \* \*
Adolph was finally able to relax, it had been three days since Steele showed up at the dealership, and no further sign of him since. His nights at work were quiet, except for Rain coming by to keep him company.. He kept telling himself not to get attached, that he couldn't have friends, and definitely not more, but this woman seemed to make logic fly out the window.
It was his night off, so he sat in his apartment drinking tea and cycling through the news before finally settling on a program about the proposed 'jump pad' orbiting between Earth and Luna. They were talking about sending Beasts up to build it as opposed to risking the lives of human astronauts. To an extent he agreed, but he knew that they wouldn't be equipped or trained nearly as well.
The plan was brilliant though, they would build it as a launching pad to the moon, and from there they would be able to spread across the solar system. They even had a scientist talking about his 'gravity field generator'.. most of what he was saying went over Adolph's head though.
Disinterested, he changed the channel again came to an interview with one of the political candidates, this was Nathan Brody, the independent trying to build hist campaign off of open honesty.
"One of this year's top issues, Mr. Brody," The interviewer began "is the Beasts. What are your thoughts on these 'inhuman abominations' as some call them serving in our military or even walking our streets?"
"Well Victor, that's a tough question to answer." Brody replied. "I don't think Beasts are an abomination at all. They may not be humans, but they are living breathing creatures capable of complex thought and emotion... yet so are our soldiers, and our soldiers have families to come home to, where Beasts do not. As much as I dislike the idea of sending a creature capable of rational thought to fight a war without choice, I have to say I would rather their blood than the blood of men on my hands. I would like to see how they are treated in the military improved though."
"What about the civilian version?"
"Do I want to see citizens to be able to own and do with whatever they please to a living being capable of rational thought and emotion? Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't we put an end to that back in 1865?"
"We put an end to slavery th-"
"Exactly!"
"This is different."
"How?"
"They're not human."
"Didn't people use the same fucking argument for slavery back then?"
"I..." The interviewer stammered, much to Adolph's amusement, before quickly changing the subject. "What about the space program, how do you feel about the current government wasting billions upon billions of taxpayer dollars to explore space?"
"Wasting?" Brody laughed. "The world's population is above thirteen *billion* people. Earth has about a hundred and fifty million square kilometers of land, so do the math. That is more than eighty six fucking people per square kilometer of land, which includes the areas of the world that are uninhabitable. Current projections are saying in the next fifteen years, we'll see minimum sixteen to twenty billion people.. How long will be be until we have more people -"
Adolph's phone interrupted the politician's answer, he glanced at the ID before answering. "Hello Rain"
"Hi Adolph..." Rain sounded as she had been crying again, not a surprise with how her would-be-inlaws had been treating her. "Uhm.. can I ask a favor?"
"Anything."
"I just got evicted from my apartment.. I have to be out by tomorrow."
".. Scheiße! That was fast."
"I know." She sighed. "I hate to ask, but.. I have nowhere else to go... do you have a couch I can sleep on for a few days until I figure out what I'm doing?"
"It's not much, but it beats the gutter and you're welcome to it."
"Thank you."
"How much do you have that you need to move?"
".. not much, why?"
"If you like I can come help you move it tonight. I'm just down the street from you at 50th."
".. You don't have to do that."
"I'm just watching Brody cuss out some interviewer.."
"That's always entertaining.. If you want to head over here, I'm just about done packing. I'm in apartment 406."
"I'll see you in a few minutes then."
"See you then.."
"Last question, Mr. Brody," The sound came back on his TV when he hung up the phone. "What about your campaign slogan of 'Fuck That'?"
"It's not my slogan." Brody laughed. "It's more my supporter's slogan, but I think it fits. I'm considering adopting it, because it really does pretty well express what I stand for, and it's a lot easier to say than 'Fuck the political gameshow'."
Adolph laughed, turning his TV off, if he could vote, Brody would have his. For now though, he would focus on things he could do, like help Rain move.. in to his apartment.
*Seriously, what are you getting yourself in to?* He thought as he headed down stairs. *Steele already got too close, you can't be bringing anyone in so close. I can't turn her away though, even though I should.*
His thoughts continued to torment him for the short walk to Rain's apartment building, where he found himself stopped by the doorman.
"Hold it right there, pup." The doorman ordered as Adolph approached. "Your kind ain't allowed in here without a proper human escort, and preferably on a leash."
"I am here at the request of Ms. Emerson in 406." Adolph replied calmly, he hated taking the belittling treatment like that, but he didn't want to cause too much of a scene. "She requested manual labor to assist in moving."
".. Pup fancies himself a mover? Bullshit. Fuck off before I call animal control."
"I have a better idea.." He growled and stood up straight, towering well over a foot over the doorman. "You do your job and call Ms. Emerson and confirm she is expecting a guest."
"I.." For a moment the doorman looked like he was going to make a snide response, but thought better of it, hitting the call button for 406. ".. Ms. Emerson, are you expecting a rather.. imposing guest?"
"Yes, I am Jarvis." Rain's voice came back. "Send him up."
".. You're the boss.." The doorman buzzed the door open. "... go on up, just don't cause any trouble."
"Thank you." Adolph relaxed, heading up to Rain's apartment, ignoring the occasional glares he got from tenants he passed.
"Your 'rather imposing' guest is here." Adolph laughed as he reached Rain's apartment, finding the door open.
"Come in, make yourself comfortable." Rain called back from the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable. Sorry about the doorman."
"It's fine." to Adolph, Rain's apartment looked like a tornado had hit it. Things were strewn about, half filled boxes sat everywhere. Cushions from the furniture were strewn about, dishes piled haphazardly in the kitchen. ".. Localized tornado, or trying to find things?"
"Little of both." Rain chuckled. "Anthony's parents own most of the stuff, and a lot of what they don't I'm not going to bother trying to move, because it can be replaced.. soo.. I'm making it hell for them when they come to get their stuff from the apartment."
"Not bad. I could throw the TV out the window, if you want."
".. tempting, but I'm not quite that vindictive."
"No defenestration?"
"No. If for no other reason than it might hurt someone."
"True. We are on the fourth floor after all."
"I'm just about done packing, just getting anything I want out of the fridge now. It's three suitcases, 1 backpack, and possibly an ice chest. If you want, I can get us a lift down to your apartment."
"As long as your bags are under two hundred a piece, I can carry it easy."
"You sure?"
"Part of my training was trekking upwards of fifty miles, or running five to ten miles, with minimum two hundred pounds of gear on my back."
"So not only are you soldiers, but pack llamas."
"Pretty much."
"Well, I think that's everything I can't live without." Rain said a few minutes later, coming out of the kitchen with an ice chest. ".. feels weird leaving the apartment.. was going to be our home for a while."
"Life tends to change our plans in the blink of an eye." He replied, picking up her bags. "All we can do is keep moving and adapt."
"Yeah, that's what happened to you, isn't it?"
"More than once, yes."
"I've been wondering something.." She locked the door behind them, looking briefly at her keyring before taking the keychain off and sticking it in her pocket. ".. you mentioned being bought off the black market and owned by a German woman, what happened to her?"
"She died." He decided to leave the exact details out for now.. that story was one he would rather forget.
"Oh.. I'm sorry."
"It's in the past."
"Right, let's look to the future. It's nicer than the past right now. In the future, like an hour in to the future, I'm making you steak for dinner. How do you like your steak?"
"Mooing."
"No really." She dropped her keys in to the box for rent checks as they left the building.
"Seriously. Meat is the absolute best raw and still warm from a fresh kill."
".. that's disgusting."
"More disgusting than several days old from a machine-killed cow, and wrapped in plastic to be shipped half way across the country in unknown conditions? If you're lucky enough to get genuine beef, not GeneMeat or other artificial products."
"Touche. It is always the real deal though, that's a concession I never made."
"GeneMeat isn't bad, the other stuff though is just disgusting."
"So I've heard." Rain nodded. "So anyways, the rarer the better.. got it. What about vegis?"
"Green stuff isn't food, green stuff is food's food." He laughed. "Like our quadrupedal cousins, we're not really all that omnivorous.."
".. So meat, meat, meat and more meat?"
"And tea."
".. Tea? Seriously? Diet like that it should be beer."
"Tea has a pleasant smell and a mild taste and offers an assortment of health benefits, and caffeine. Beer stinks, and it takes something a hell of a lot stronger to get me drunk."
".. Meat and tea. I've heard of worse diets. Not much though."
"It's a perfectly good diet for a wolf."
"Sure it is."
\* \* \*
On reaching Adolph's apartment, the first thing Rain noticed is that it was clean, the only thing one could call 'dirty' about it was the couch was covered in black fur. The second thing she noticed was the odd layout, immediately inside the door was a low bookshelf, placed such that she almost tripped over it walking in, a short ways in there was a large light, presently off, that was pointed directly at the door. Beyond that, the only thing in the living room was the couch against the wall it shared with the bedroom, and the TV blocking the window.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Adolph set her bags down. "Mind the shelf.. it likes to trip people."
"Yeah, I noticed." She walked in to the kitchen, glancing around it to get her bearings. A knife block sat on the counter right by the entry way, though what caught her eye were the five bottles of vodka sitting on top of the fridge. ".. so, you like vodka I take it?"
"Not at all. It just has several uses. Cleans wounds, sterilizes instruments, burns well.."
"Gets you drunk."
"That's not a good thing."
"You're no fun." She laughed as she stashed items from the ice chest in to the fridge. "You lead a pretty simple life here, don't you?"
"I do. It's best if I have to move on suddenly."
"Everything has a purpose and a reason with you, doesn't it?"
"Mostly, yes."
"You haven't ever done something because it's what you wanted, not because it made sense to do?"
"I have, just not frequently."
"Like what?"
".. inviting a woman I barely know to stay at my apartment for an indeterminate amount of time?"
"Come on, there's got to be more than that!"
"Not really." Adolph shook his head. "At least none that I really wish to think about right now."
"You really haven't 'lived' much, have you?"
"Frivolity is not a luxury I can afford Rain... even if it were, I have barely been around long enough to have been considered to have 'lived'. Nine years were spent being raised and trained. Almost a year owned by the mistress, and a little over two years trying my damnedest to stay off the military's radar. Doesn't leave much chance for anything.."
".. you're ... twelve?"
"Give or take. I don't really know exactly when I was born.. I don't even really have a proper estimation as to time spent at the in training. I just now that when I was sold, the words 'nine years' were said a lot in regards to me."
"Wow, I thought you were like.. thirty or something."
"Well, we do develop far faster than humans. We reach the peak of our physical development at about ten years. Mentally, we're never allowed to be 'children', so we mature very quickly."
"Makes sense, I guess. Faster maturity means less turnaround time on soldiers."
"Exactly. If they have to, they can send us in to combat at around six."
"It just sounds wrong to think about sending children to war."
"I am no more a child than you, Rain."
".. I guess not. It's just weird."
"It is weird." He nodded. "We're another species, humans are not used to having another sentient species on this world, and initially apply the 'rules' which humans follow to us."
"Except where it's inconvenient. You know, things like .. not being property and having free will and the ability to make decisions for yourself."
"True."
"And there's little we can do, aside from hope that the powers that be wake up and realize that this shit was deemed unacceptable two hundred years ago."
"The difference is, they created us. They consider us little more than machines."
".. you're no more machine than I."
"That is a very arguable point Rain. Biologically speaking it is true, but one must ask the question if the human body is anything beyond a biological machine? Many say that what separates humans from machines is a soul, and it is widely accepted that we do not have souls."
"But there is no science that proves or disproves the existence of a soul!"
"Exactly." He gave a bitter laugh. "Their scientists say 'we didn't give them a soul, so they don't have one.' anyone tries to argue that, they get told to prove it."
"Well, soul or no.. I think you're more than a machine."
"I try."
"So... what do you do for fun, anyways?"
"Read or catch up on the news."
"What do you read?"
"Mostly history, right now I'm reading the Art of War."
"We need to expand your horizons."
"Oh?"
"Fiction! There's thousands, millions even, of books that tell entertaining stories."
"What purpose does fiction serve? It doesn't teach us anything about the past, nor does it prepare us for the future."
"It's entertaining. It doesn't have to serve a purpose."
"Frivolity."
"Is not a bad thing! Lemme see your Reader, I'll get you a classic from the library."
".. I suppose I can read it at work." Adolph handed her his Reader.
"Exactly," She brought up the library and began going through books before finding the one she wanted and 'borrowing' it to his Reader before handing it back to him. "worse case is you don't enjoy it and don't finish reading it, but this one is good. It's really popular with those who supporter your kind having rights."
".. 'Cardan's Pod' ..?" He gave her a puzzled look.
"It's old.. really old, like.. 70 years or something, but the author is kinda prophetic. It deals with genetically engineered human/animal hybrids and their lives and rights."
"Huh."
"Just give it a try, you'll be hooked."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Well, as long as you keep an open mind." She smiled, rising to head in to the kitchen. "Meanwhile, I think it's about time to make dinner?"
"I could certainly eat."
\* \* \*
An hour later found Adolph on the couch enjoying a cup of earl gray tea, while flipping through news channels, with Rain leaning against him, drinking something that smelled heavily of alcohol 'Coke and rum' she had said, he suspected though that it was more rum than Coke, and she was on her second at least.
Polls were showing a steady increase in popularity for Brody, it was looking like for the first time since Mareno in 2016 they could get a non-party president. The Cartel surged in Tucson again, pushing the US back, though getting an unpleasant surprise as they pursued in the mountains to the north, as locals who knew the terrain supported the army. Other stories flashed by, but nothing that caught his interest.
"Anything interest you?" He asked, offering Rain the remote.
"Mm.. lesse." She took the remote and started flipping through channels until she came upon a sci-fi action movie 'Termi-Cop 3: Vengeance'. "Oooh, love this movie! 's so bad!"
".. why do you love it if it's bad?"
"'cause 's fun! See.. Th' Termi-Cop was a cop b'fore he got set up an shot to hell and like almost killed. They built this .. suit.. thing that keeps him alive an makes im like.. super killing machine. In th' first movie he goes after th' people that killed him. Th' second he stops this drug gang from takin' over LA! An' in th' third here.. he finds out that th' people that made him set him up t' be killed so they could robofy him!"
".. I see.." Adolph shook his head and chuckled. "and I think you've had a little much rum for the night."
".. maaybeee.... I need t' pee." She giggled. Standing up a little unsteadily and making her way off to the bathroom.
He laughed, picking up her drink and taking a sniff. Definitely heavy on the rum, he felt like he might get alcohol poisoning just from the scent. He suspected Rain would regret such a consumption of alcohol later, but he also understood that people often drank to forget their troubles for a time.. and troubles were something she had plenty of.
"Oooh! This scene is awesome!" She said as she can back from the bathroom and decided to settle in to his lap, snuggling in to his chest. She started to giggle watching the 'termi-cop' rip a thug's leg off and use it to bludgeon another thug.
".. Uhm.." He stated to protest, but decided against it. ".. human legs do not tear off that easily, and the victim would die in a matter of seconds between shock and blood loss. Not to mention, that seems rather brutal punishment for graffiti..."
"Don' think so much hon." She shifted to kiss him on the side of the muzzle. ".. could give you somethin' to take your mind off th' movie though.."
"I.. uh.." At first he didn't grasp what she was saying, until he caught another scent buried beneath alcohol, arousal. He would know that scent anywhere, and it appealed to him on a primal level. "I really don't think that's.. necessary."
"Maybe not.." Her hand moved to his crotch, idly tracing a fingertip over the outline of his sheath. "but it'd be fun."
"Rain.." Between her scent and the light touch of her fingers he started to swell within his sheath. A growl found it's way in to his voice betraying his lust "You.. we.. really shouldn't do this.."
"I aim to misbehave.." She grinned, kissing him squarely on the tip of the muzzle, the kind of kiss he'd only seen before in movies. Her hand found the fastening for his pants and pulled them open, finding his growing canine shaft and stroking it as it grew.
The kiss perplexed him for a moment, more in how to reciprocate, as the canine muzzle was simply not design for such things, the lack of proper lips making it difficult, so he improvised. He let out a soft groan as her soft hand slid slowly up and down the length of his shaft. He wanted to push her away, but not as much as he wanted to rip her clothes off and ravage her body. He couldn't make himself do the former, and wouldn't let himself do the latter.
As if reading his mind, rain moved her hand to her own pants, unfastening them and shifting to start tugging them down.
He let out a growl, her scent becoming irresistible, lifting her up as he stood, letting his own pants fall around his ankles as he did so, he tugged hers off and dropped them to the floor, eliciting an amused yelp from her, followed by her wrapping her legs about his waist so he could feel the moist crotch of her panties against his shaft, rubbing with each step as he carried her in to the bedroom.
Nosing in to her neck he gave her a soft nip as he lay her on the bed. His hand slid under her shirt to pull it up and off before sliding down her body to her panties, tugging them off and giving the exposed flesh a lick, making her squirm beneath him as he took in her scent and taste, his hot breath washing over her.
"Mm, careful.. might get th' wrong idea about you..." Rain looked down at him with a crooked smile as she undid her bra before reaching a hand down to stroke his ears.
He gave her another lick, letting his tongue push between her lips as it slid slowly over her flesh eliciting a soft moan before he moved back up her body, pushing her against the bed with a soft growl. Her arms wrapped about his torso as her legs hooked over his, pulling him towards her. He needed no further encouragement, lifting her up slightly as he thrust against her, trying to find her warm slit.
"Hn.. thought I was s'posed to be th' drunk one." Rains hand slid beneath him to find his shaft, stroking it and positioning it so the pointed head slid in to her. Her head tilted back with a gasp as he thrust forward, his canine member already a tight fit for her and still swelling. "Nn .. easy.. yer huge."
".. Sorry." He growled, pausing for a moment to allow her the moment to get used to his size. It had been more than two years since he'd been.. he'd forgotten how incredible it felt. He pushed old memories aside, reminding himself that this woman is different and that he didn't want to hurt her. He nipped her neck, rocking back and forth in short slow movements building speed and length with each stroke.
Her fingers dug in to his back, nails dragging across scar tissue beneath his fur. Her hips rocking to match his thrusts, each pass of his swelling knot between her lips eliciting sound of pleasure.
Panting, Adolph looked down at his mate (for the night at least), taking almost as much pleasure from her look of ecstasy as he did from from her tight passage. Sweat made her skin shine, and filled the air with her scent which only served to increase his drive. With each thrust his knot found more resistance, until he had drive it in to her a final time causing her to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
His thrusting was replaced with a short quick rocking motion, the knot putting pressure in just the right places to make Rain writhe beneath him, moaning his name. He let out a growl, lifting her off the bed to get a better angle to drive against her body, watching he breasts shake with every thrust.
The hand supporting Rain dug in to her shoulder, while the other dug in to the bed, his toes curling as he felt the pressure build inside him and quickly reach the boiling point. A final thrust drove her against the bed as his cock spasmed inside of her, filling her with his seed. Panting in to his climax, his head fell against he shoulder.
"Mm.. that was.. intense." Rain kissed him a couple times, breathing heavily beneath him, still tied to him for a while. ".. th' knot 's somethin' else.. stuck here a while though..?"
"Mmm.." He nodded and nuzzled her neck, giving her a soft nip, before wrapping his arms about her and rolling over so she was on top. He knew she would be stuck there for a while longer.
She shifted slightly, letting out a soft moan as she did, getting in the most comfortable position. Placing a few idle kisses on his chest while running a hand through his fur, though it didn't take long for the alcohol to catch up with her, and her to fall asleep on top of him, still impaled on his manhood.
He ran a hand through her hair as she slept, he knew this was a mistake. He would probably pay for it in the morning, and certainly later on. For the moment though, he was happy and he wasn't going to let the past or future ruin that.
Chapter 4
Light filtering through the curtains brought Adolph awake to find Rain still asleep on top of him, though no longer tied. He stroked her hair idly, part of him wanted to get up and accomplish things, but mostly he was content to be right there for as long as Rain slept.
"Mmr.." Rain grumbled a few minutes later, stirring. Her head lifted up briefly, looking at him before she closed her eyes, sliding over on to the bed to sit up.
"Rain.. I-"
"Mm.. Shower.. coffee.." Rain interrupted him, standing up and rubbing her eyes. ".. then we'll talk."
".. alright." He watched her head off to the bathroom. She at least didn't seem mad, so he decided not to push it, and instead got up and went in search of his pants, which he seemed to recall being somewhere in the area of the couch.
In the living room, he pulled his pants back on and switched the TV off. He decided he would go down to the coffee shop on the corner to get Rain her much needed caffeine, pulling a shirt on as he left his apartment and letting his mind wander as he headed down stairs.
"Hey!" The clerk at the coffee shop yelled at him as he walked in. "Can't you read? No animals allowed!"
"Fuck you, Paul." Adolph laughed, walking up the the counter and ignoring the glares he got from the patrons who weren't used to him.
"Hey wolf-man, you're in at an odd time.." Paul chuckled "Usual, or need something with more kick?"
"Usual, a coffee and.. something that goes good with coffee?"
"What kind of coffee, man? .. wait I thought you didn't like it?"
"I don't, and I don't know. It's for a friend."
"Ah-hah. About time you got yourself a lady friend!" Paul laughed as he started making Adolph's tea. "I'll fix you up something nice for her."
".. I never said it was a woman."
"Well, wolf-man, I never pegged you for gay and you have 'fuck yeah, I got laid' written all over that fuzzy face of yours. Plus, you kinda smell like sex."
"Huh..?" He took a moment and focused on the various scents, realizing that that one had just become 'normal' so was being filtered out as he processed them. "You're an observant little shit."
"Gotta be to be a bartender."
"Yeah, but you're a coffee boy."
"For now, I'm going to school." He set Adolph's drink on the counter and started on Rain's. "What'll you do when I finally leave this coffee house and get a job serving up booze?"
"Go to your bar at eight in the evening and have you make me tea, obviously."
"Maybe a long-island iced tea."
"Huh?"
"Vodka, gin, rum, tequila, triple sec, sour mix, and coke."
"What does that have to do with tea?"
"It kinda looks like tea, kinda tastes like tea."
"I think I'll stick with the chai." Adolph chuckled, sniffing his drink, perfect as always.
"No sense of adventure." Paul set Rain's drink on the counter before getting a muffin from the case. "There you go. Coffee black as hell, strong as death and sweet as love, and a chocolate chip muffin. 'cause chicks love chocolate man."
"I'll take your word for it." Adolph chuckled. "What do I owe you?"
"Nothin' wolf-man, on the house to celebrate you finally having a lady friend.. you're too alone up there."
"Thanks.. I think."
"And Adolph.. If you need it, you know you can talk to me, right? I know they don't give you any skills or knowledge outside of war."
"Yeah Paul, thanks." Adolph nodded. For all his goofball exterior, Paul was a good man. Served in the army with one of the early Wolf packs until he lost a leg and a half, not that anyone could tell with the quality of prosthetics he had.
He made his way back up stairs, taking in the sounds and smells of the complex waking up for the morning. Showers, coffee grinding, screaming children, morning sex, engines revving in the garage, elevators droning, feet running through halls and down stairs.. he was reminded why he preferred the night shift.
Once he got back to his apartment, he set the coffee and muffin on the counter for Rain, who was still in the shower, and settled on the couch, turning the TV on to local news. The top story was another victim of the 'Masked Mugger, marking his twentieth victim. It struck Adolph as amusing that the government could pay a group to hunt someone like himself down, but they couldn't put that elite group to work taking out a real threat.
"I smell coffee.." Rain stepped out of the bathroom and walking over to the counter. ".. for me?"
"Yes, as is the muffin next to it." Adolph nodded.
"Thanks." She settled on the couch next to him, sipping the coffee. "hm. Pretty good.."
"Good." He smiled as she sat down, despite showering she still had his scent on her. "I wasn't sure so I had to trust Paul's judgment. Then again the man is never wrong about coffee or tea for people."
"The coffee shop on the corner?"
"Yeah."
"So.." Rain sipped the coffee again. "About last night..."
"I'm sorry Rain, I sh-"
"Sorry for what?" She cut him off. "I don't remember too many details of last night, but I know I was drunk, so I probably came on to you like a cat in heat."
"Uhm.." He blinked. This was not a reaction he had planned for. "Not that I'm complaining.."
"I shouldn't have gotten so drunk, and I really didn't think you would be 'interested'... but.." Rain gave him a crooked smile. "Gotta admit, what I remember was pretty good. Still kinda sore though."
".. Sorry about that." He replied, blushing beneath his fur. "I .. haven't been with many women."
"It's fine." She gave him a quick kiss on he cheek. "I'll just have to make sure I don't get plastered and decide to fuck you again... if we do it again, need to take it slower, and I wouldn't mind remembering it."
"I see..? .. actually, I'm not sure I do."
"I'm saying that it was enjoyable, silly." She smirked. "And maybe a little too soon right now.. but I wouldn't rule a 'rematch' out for the future."
"That's what I thought." He smiled, trying to ignore his mind telling him it would have been better if she'd said she hated him and stormed away.
"..which.. I gotta say.. it feels weird to think and say that. It feels odd to think at all about having a new lover after losing Anthony, even weirder to think it possible to be a Beast."
"Life likes to throw weird twists at us."
"I suppose it does."
\* \* \*
*Wolf Point, MT*
Steele sat in his office, pouring over cases they had attributed to Adolph, not for the first time trying to find a pattern between them, or a connection of any sort. Twenty women, all fairly attractive, all living alone. Break in in the middle of the night, brutally rape the woman, and break her neck if the rape didn't kill her. Except the first, of course.. she was a matter of convenience that gave him the taste for dominance and murder. It all fit, except for the lack of any real evidence linking him to any but the first. Coroners confirmed it was a canine by the damage done to the victims, but that was all.
"Somethin' buggin' ya, Alex?" Murphy asked, rapping on the open door frame. The only other sane survivor from the run in with Adolph two years ago, and he was confined to a wheel chair due to irreparable spine damage, he now worked in communications.
"Hey Murph," Steele looked up, "things just don't add up, ya know? We've got this stack of nineteen rape/murders committed by a canine, but no sightings of Adolph or any remotely similar wolf in the areas... that wolf is not exactly going to blend in. I'm starting to wonder if he's even still alive..."
"Maybe he died in the fire Jezibel started?"
"No.. I saw him leave the building.."
"Maybe he was wounded and died later?"
"Possibly." He doubted it, but couldn't say why, especially not to Murphy.
"What bring this up though? Lancaster?"
"Yes.. well.. sort of. Lancaster felt like I was chasing a ghost, and I realized that it's been that way ever since Penn. I've never had anything solid to go on, just.. stories and theories."
"Giving up?"
"Not yet, Murph, not yet. Starting to consider requesting a new team though, get in the field again, chase Adolph in my down time."
"It's not a bad idea. I miss being in the field, but.. I don't have the option of returning."
"Of course, new agents think I'm old, crazy and obsessed."
"They're right."
"Shut it, you're not helping."
"There is one question though that I've never found a satisfactory answer to."
"What's that?"
"All the cases after Penn. how did he find and choose his victims?"
"It's a good question." Steele nodded. "One that no one bothered asking, because that's usually more important in figuring out who did it."
"But it might give us a place to look for him?"
"It might, it could be difficult to plot a pattern though."
"Yeah, but it beats chasing after him, always a step behind?"
"True."
"Anyways, I was actually just coming by to see if you wanted lunch? I'm headed to In'n'Out."
"Definitely, thanks."
"Double double animal style and animal fries?"
"See, that's why I don't want a new team, my old one knew me so well."
"You are a predictable creature, Alex." Murphy laughed, backing out of the office. "I'll be back in a few."
"Thanks Murph." Steele said, picking up the first of the post Pennsylvania cases, calling up the details he had on the woman's life and going over them, before picking up the next and doing the same.. this was going to take a while, but if he could establish a pattern, he might be able to get an idea of where it would happen next, which he was expecting pretty soon.
\* \* \*
*Lancaster, CA*
The day had been fairly quiet, Adolph spent a good portion of the day talking to Rain and helping her look for a job, yet now it was time to head to work.. which of course meant stopping in for tea.
"You're five minutes early, wolf-man." Paul laughed as Adolph walked in. "Usual, or need a coffee for the lady friend?"
"Usual." Adolph replied.
".. OK, something's eating ya, wolf-man." Paul started on the chai. "So, I'm guessing you came in a bit early to talk, eh?"
"That obvious?"
"I know people and I know my customers. So, what's up? ... let me guess, has to do with the lady?"
"Yeah, it's a weird situation." Adolph nodded, and gave him the 'cliff's notes' version of the events leading to the night before.
"I see.." Paul nodded and set the tea on the counter as Adolph finished up the story. "So.. tragic week, she moves in with you temporarily, gets wasted and you fuck her brains out... that could go very badly.. how did she react this morning?"
"It seemed positive."
"So, no accusing you of taking advantage of her, or worse, raping her?"
"None of that."
".. so then.. I think I get it. You like her a lot, maybe you're even a bit smitten with her, and want more than friendship.. but she's coming out of a bad time, her heart still belongs to her recently deceased fiance.. so she sees you as a friend, and last night was not *bad* but it was a bit of a mistake?"
"That sums it up pretty well, yes." He nodded, taking a drink from his tea.
"Now you don't know what to do.." Paul scratched his chin in thought for a moment. "Well wolf-man, there's not a lot you can do. Be there for her, be a friend.. find ways to help her put the past out of her mind. She needs to go at her own pace though, it's up to her when she decides she's ready for another relationship, and if she wants said relationship to be with you."
"That's pretty much what I thought." He nodded again. "One other question, you looking for help here at all?"
"Maybe for a few hours a day, I could use a cashier at the peak times. Send her down to talk to me tomorrow, eh?"
"Thanks Paul." He put the money for the tea, as well as a good tip, on the counter as he left the coffee shop to walk to work. The sounds of the city winding down for the night kept his thoughts company. Sirens, a couple arguing in an apartment several stories up, crying children, the prostitute on the corner trying to attract a customer, gates rolling down over stores closing up.. it was nearly enough to drive him mad, he often considered heading up the coast to Oregon and finding someplace in the forest there to get away from all the noise and stink of cities. For the time though, he had a good network to keep him hidden here, he didn't want to try and rebuild that.
"Hi Erik," Adolph waved as he walked in to the office, "anything exciting last night or soo far tonight?"
"Nope, not a thing. It's been quiet.. I didn't even get a visit from your friend last night. I was sad."
".. you know about Rain?"
"Everyone does, and now we have a name too!" Erik laughed. "Adolph's got himself a girlfriend!"
"She's a friend."
"A friend, with tits."
"As well as other female parts, yes."
"You know from experience?"
"Women smell different from men."
".. you are no fun."
"And you're a pervert."
"Sticks and stones, Adolph." He laughed. "Oh, and Trish said next time your girlfriend comes over she needs to bring a box of donuts for the morning crew."
".. I'll tell her that."
"We'd also settle for a strip show caught on one or more secu-uph" He was cut off by one of the couch pillows to the face. "... you have no sense of humor."
"I think this is where one of your peers would respond with a witty comeback about your mother."
"Hah, anyways Adolph, I have a hot date with a porn star. Catch ya tomorrow."
"Have fun masturbating." He chuckled.
"Funny.. if it weren't so true." Erik laughed, shaking his head as he left.
Adolph took a moment to ensure everything was locked the way it should be, then settled at the desk to wait for his first patrol. He pulled out his Reader and brought up Art of War, then thought about it for a moment, and called up the one Rain had got for him. He blinked briefly, perplexed by a reference at the top of the first chapter and made a note to look it up sometime.
The night was a quiet one, his patrols uneventful, leaving him plenty of time to read, finishing the book before his shift ended, and spending the rest of the night pondering it, and wishing that the world really worked that way. One of the things he found most interesting was that it had been published in 2008, nearly fifty years prior to the first successful Beast being produced.
He had to admit, Rain was right on this one, and he might have to look in to more books of the sort to read.
Chapter 5
The week passed fairly uneventfully, Adolph and Rain mostly getting used to living with each other. Rain started working for Paul, just a few hours a week but it kept her busy and helped with the finances until she could find something better. Adolph was fascinated to find that genetic engineering had been a stable of 'science fiction' for over a decade, and spent his nights at work reading books ranging from 1991 to the present.
On his night off, Rain convinced him to go see a movie with her 'The Ultimates', about a group of humans with strange powers saving the world from another group of humans with strange powers. He really didn't quite understand the point of the movie, beyond watching two groups of 'meta-humans', as the movie called them, fight each other, Rain seemed to really enjoy it though.
"Come on Adolph," Rain teased, poking him in the arm as they walked home from the theater, which was a rather long walk. "how was that movie not awesome?"
"I failed to see the point of it," He shrugeed, "it seemed to me little more than an excuse for computer animated violence of impossible proportions."
".. yeah.. and?"
"Rain, I was made for violence. My training was designed to make me do thing like that in the real world."
"Huh.. I'm sorry. I didn't think of it that way." She wrapped her arms about his arm, leaning on him. "I just look at things like that as stupid entertainment."
"I don't mind. Besides, I am new to this whole entertainment thing."
"True."
He caught a scent, sniffing the air and stopping Rain. Someone was close.. someone with an adrenaline rush, and a gun unless he missed his guess. Focusing, he turned towards a shadowed alley, he could hear their heart racing.
"Just hand over the valuables.." The man stepped out of the shadows, wearing a mask of a former president and pointing a revolver at Rain. "Nice an' easy, no one gets hurt."
Adolph growled, he heard Rain's heart start pounding, the scent of her fear filling the air. The gun was a .38, possibly lethal to Rain depending on where it hit, for him it would just sting. He might be able to get it from the man, but likely not before he could fire, and probably hit her at this range.
"Just move along, little man." He growled at the mugger, "Find an easier mark."
"Lady," The mugger cocked the gun, ignoring Adolph "call your hound off and hand over your valuables before I have to mess up that pretty body with a bullet hole."
"Adolph.." Rain sounded scared, fumbling her wallet from her purse. "I'll just give him the wallet.."
"Jewels too, toots."
"You're getting nothing," Adolph cracked his shoulder, standing up to his full height. "You have two choices, walk away or pull the trigger. If I'm still standing when you pull the trigger, I will kill you."
"Call off your fuckin' hound, bitch!"
"He's not my hound." Rain snapped, the initial panic giving way and her courage bolstered by Adolph's presence.
"So be it." The mugger sighed, pulling the trigger.
Something Adolph had been trained for was personal defense, which included learning the tells of firing a gun before the trigger was pulled, this gave him the illusion of being faster than a bullet. He knocked Rain to the side, out of the path of the bullet- not quite fast enough, he caught it in his arm, that would hurt later.
Before the mugger could even realize the result of his first shot, Adolph snatched him by the arm that held the gun, spinning him to lift him up being the arm behind him until there was a satisfying pop and scream of a shoulder dislocating, quickly followed by another crack and blissful silence as he snapped the muggers neck and dropped the lifeless body to the ground.
"Let's go-" He turned to Rain, reaching to help her up, but found her already on the phone with the police, staring up at him in shock. "... I'm sorry."
He couldn't risk it, he knew he should stop Rain from completing the call, but he couldn't hurt her, so he did the only thing he could do and vanished in to the alley the mugger had come out of. He had to hop a couple of fences to get to where he could move freely through the city, by which point he heard sirens approaching where he left Rain.
Pausing a moment when he was far enough away, he tore his shirt off and used it to tie over the bullet hole in his arm. He realized he was probably going to have CLAWS coming down on Lancaster in force.. he was going to have to warn Rain, and vanish. First priority was doing something about the bullet hole through his arm, so he headed to the dealership where he kept some extra supplies.
\* \* \*
Rain sat there in shock, staring at the dead body of the mugger. She couldn't remember what, if anything, she said to the police on the phone, all she could think of was how coldly and efficiently Adolph had executed the man, like he had planned it all. She knew he was built to kill, but he had do that as casually as one might swat a fly.
Red and blue lit up the area, and she found herself washed in the white light of a police floodlight and helped to her feet by a uniformed officer who took a statement while other cops cars arrived. It was all a blur to her, until she found herself sitting in the open back of a cop car with a cup of coffee.
"Ma'am.." A new cop walked up, this one wearing a suit and had a rather heavy accent. "My name is Detective Benedict, y' can call me Jethro though. I been in charge of tryin' to catch that mugger for the last month, this isn't exactly the endin' I'd hoped for, but.. at least he's not gonna hurt anyone else now.
"Y' gave Jenkins a statement, and I want to verify a couple things with ya, if y' don't mind?"
"..Sure."
"Y' told him y' were walkin' home from a movie with a friend?"
"That's right.." She nodded.
"An' this friend, moved with 'inhuman speed', knockin' you out of the way of the bullet, b'fore dislocatin' the mugger's shoulder and breakin' 'is neck, then vanishin' in to the shadows?"
"It was kind of a blur, but yes."
"... no where in yer statement did y' think it mighta been important to mention yer 'friend' is a Beast?"
"... I .. don't think of him that way."
".. uh-huh.. Look, let me ask ya somethin'.. do y' own him?"
"No."
".. OK, if y' don't own him, we're going to have to hunt him down and kill 'im, because we have an unowned Beast killin' a human. If y' own him, then it falls under self defense, and we write this whole thing up as closed, the Masked Mugger fucked up and mugged the wrong person. Yer 'friend' and y' are safe, other than maybe y' might have to appear in court briefly.
"So let me ask ya again.. do y' own him?"
"I.." She thought about it for a moment, and decided she didn't want to send the cops hunting after Adolph. "I miss-spoke, sorry. Yes, I own him."
"Thank y' ma'am. Y' said yer currently 'tween homes, an' stayin' with friends, that correct?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded. "I gave Leroy my phone number though."
"If y' want, I can have him drive ya to where yer stayin' right now."
"That would be nice, thank you."
"Just don't skip town, might need t' follow up." Jethro added, before turning to call one of the uniformed officers over.
Rain directed the cop to her old apartment complex, and gave the doorman a line about needing to pay her last month's rent to be able to get in to the complex and wait for the cop to leave. She leaned against a wall and sank to the floor, pulling her phone out, staring at it as if it would hold the answers. She hated to admit it, but she was scared of Adolph.. When he had looked down at her she could tell he felt betrayed.
\* \* \*
*Wolf Point, MT*
Steele tried to ignore the buzzing his phone, far more focused on the beautiful woman beneath him. Whoever it was though, was highly impatient, this was the fourth time they had called in ten minutes. It buzzed again so he finally reached for it, grumbling and ignoring the girl's plea to leave it.
"Sorry beautiful, if they call this much it's probably life or death." He checked the caller ID before answering. "This better be dire Murph, 'cause I'm balls deep in beautiful girl right now.."
"It's Adolph, DNA confirmed." Murphy replied. "Fuckin' *Lancaster*. Last seen about 3 hours ago."
"Lancaster?!" He dislodged himself from the girls embrace and tangle of blankets and started looking for his pants. "If you're dicking with me Murph, I will shoot you."
"Dead serious, Alex. The BlackHawk is warmed up and waiting on you. The Alphas will be diverted to Lancaster and be there tomorrow.."
".. Shit. I'll be on my way in two minutes."
"I'll fill you in when you get here."
"Thanks Murph." He hung up the phone, buttoning his pants and pulling his shirt on. "Sorry Jessica, I have to go."
"But.."
"Remember when I told you I was a secret agent?"
".. yeah..?"
"It wasn't a pickup line. I really am, there's a serial rapist and murderer I've been hunting for two years, and he just turned up."
".. If you don't like me you could just say so.." The girl looked like she was about to cry.
"Look hon, I do like you. You're beautiful, fun and great in bed." Well, it was mostly true. "I'm not making this up, I wish I could stay but.. this bastard is slippery, it's the first time we've had a confirmed appearance in two years, it was three hours ago in California."
"OK..." It seemed she still didn't believe him, but he didn't have the time to worry about that.
"Maybe I'll see you when I get back, eh?" He gave her a quick kiss before heading out the door. As soon as he got out of her apartment he ran for the parking lot. His mind went back to the last time he had seen Adolph..
*Tomahawk and Jacobs were already dead. He, Murphy and Jezibel pursued him in too an abandoned apartment complex. It had been vacant for a long time and was practically falling apart. The wolf lead them on a merry chase through the dark building, moving in and out of shadows and tormenting them, it didn't take long until he got them split up. Jezibel had fallen through the floor, and a staircase had collapsed on him, leaving Murphy alone pursing the beast.*
*As he tried to find a way up after Murphy, he heard Jezibel muttering 'all dead.. avenge them all..' followed by the creak of the weapons locker over the com*
*"What are you doing Jez?" He had asked, scared of the answer, she hadn't quite been the same since she shot Tomahawk.*
*"Alex!" The reply came "You're alive.. I thought it got you.. like everyone else.. I'm going to make sure it doesn't get anyone else.. hee.. Incendiary!"*
*"Jez.. don't do that.." He started to run for the exit. "Murph, get out. Abandon pursuit."*
*"Murph's dead..." Jezibel replied, he could hear her prepping the RPG. "They're all dead.."*
*"Jezibel.. Murphys not dead. We just got split up." He recalled panicking that Murphy hadn't responded to the retreat call, later he learned that Murphy had turned his com off so Adolph couldn't hear them. "Goddamnit Murph, respond!"*
*"All dead.. How do I know you're not the beast.. trying to trick me.."*
*"Jez don-" He got out the door just in time to see Jezibel heft the RPG and fire a round in to the building, the initial burst sent a shock wave through the building and nearly knocked him on his face, there was quickly a second that sent a gout of fire flying out and through the building and set his ears ringing. He realized she must have fired it in to a propane tank or the like.*
*"Not enough.. not enough!" She cried, working to load a second round in the RPG.*
*"JEZIBEL!" He ran for her, tackling her to the ground. She was a spry little thing, and a good fighter.. they all were.. she put up one hell of a fight as he wrestled the RPG from her and finally got her in to a choke hold, keeping here there until she passed out, all the while all he could do was watch the building go up in flames and pray to see Murphy coming out.*
*"Murphy? Come on Murph, you've survived worse!" He tried the com again, heading towards the burning building. He saw a figure coming out of the fire, for a second he thought it was Murphy, but quickly realized it was the wolf. He drew his side arm, training it on the beast, but he hesitated on firing.. there was something in his arms. ".. Murph?"*
*"He lives. Barely." The wolf said, laying Murphy's limp body on the ground about twenty feet from Steele. His body was smoking, much of his fur burned off. ".. If you're going to shoot me, get it over with, else.. I'll take my leave."*
*"..." He stood stunned for a moment before holstering his pistol. "Not this time, wolf. Next time though."*
*"You're on, Steele." He coughed, turning away, and vanishing in to the night...*
He reached the landing pad for the Blackhawk, rolling the bike right up the loading ramp. He barely remembered the ride across town, but he made it in record time.
"What's the situation, Murph?" He locked his bike in to a cargo port as the hatch closed and the engines roared to life, lifting the plane straight off the ground.
"It's kind of weird. Doesn't fit with any of his other killings."
"How weird?"
"He killed a mugger, and took a bullet, in defense of a woman."
".. OK, that is weird." Steele blinked, that didn't fit at all. "Any more details?"
"The woman, Rain Emerson apparently owns him, and took him with her to a movie. The mugger stopped them at gunpoint and demanded the woman's valuables, on her failing to comply he tried to shoot her.
"Adolph knocked her aside, taking the bullet instead, and .. in her words 'executed the mugger with calculated precision.' before vanishing in to the night.. apparently to avoid the police."
".. She owns him? He took a bullet for her? Are we sure this is Adolph?"
"Blood taken from the victim's body, presumed to be from the bullet wound on the killer, gives us an 82% match, they're running a few other samples to confirm."
".. 18% margin for error." Steele pondered this for a moment. ".. paired with a supposed sighting just over a week ago, it seems too coincidental."
"I thought you didn't believe in coincidence?"
"Exactly." Steele laughed, "Anyways. We've got a couple hours in the air, I'm going to get some some sleep, since I won't get much in the next couple days."
"Good call, boss."
"You aughta do the same, Murph." He stretched out on a bunk in the cargo space with a sigh. Since Adolph's second victim, he had regretted not shooting the wolf when he had the chance. He had left a few key details out of the report, and let everyone assume that he had drug Murphy to safety. Some day he would have to tell him the truth.. preferably after they had caught the bastard wolf.
\* \* \*
*Lancaster, CA*
Legwork, the part of being a detective Steele didn't miss. When he got in to Lancaster he got in contact with the cop who had taken the report, who informed him the woman didn't actually own Adolph, the lazy bastard had just convinced her to say that because it was less work. She had been dropped at L and 40th and gone in to an apartment complex. Turns out she had been evicted a week ago, and last anyone saw her she was walking West on L with a wolf who mostly fit Adolph's description.
He tried calling the phone number the police had gotten, but didn't get an answer. Either it was a bogus number, or she wasn't answering, so he found himself walking down L, mostly in the hopes of seeing something that looked promising, when he found a familiar coffee shop.
".. could use some coffee anyways.." It made sense, they had good coffee so if either were in the area they would likely end up here.
"It's the speed-demon," The clerk, Paul, called as he walked in. "So how was the bypass? Is that a sick ride or what?"
"It is, not one for the inexperienced though." Steele nodded.
"Hm, you're not here to talk about killer rides though. You got something heavy weighing on you, and not much sleep. You need something strong, am I right?"
"You're good. What do you have for me?"
".. Just you wait man, it's a surprise. If you don't like it, a replacement is on the house."
"Deal." Steele laughed, pulling pictures out of his pocket and laying them on the counter. "Also, you recall either of these two coming through here at all?"
"Well, that's Rain, just hired her... why, she in some kinda trouble? If so, I had no idea.. I only hired her a couple days ago man.." Paul said, looking at the two. ".. as for the wolf, I dunno.. they all look the same to me."
"She's not in trouble yet, but I fear she's in danger. Do you have her number, or happen to know when she'll come in next?"
".. yeah, I'll get it for ya after I make this drink. She called out today, I'm not sure why.."
"Thank you." He noticed another patron staring at the picture of Adolph. "Sir, do you know this wolf?"
".. yeah, that's 317." The man replied. "Filthy fuckin' beast.. Don't see how anyone could let a creature like that live like a person.. The girl, she just appeared a few days ago, like a week or so. Dunno where, they seem friendly enough, she's probably his owner or something."
".. 317. In this building?"
"Yes sir."
".. thank you." Steele couldn't help but laugh. He'd been *that* close. He doubted if Adolph would still be there after last night though, he would know he'd be hunted by now.
He paid for his coffee, which was perfect, and sat down at a table. The number he'd gotten from Paul was the same as the one from the cops, so he decided to call again, no answer still. With little better to go on, he decided to enjoy his coffee before heading upstairs.
A few minutes later, he rapped on the door the 317 a couple times, and heard movement inside, but no answer at the door, so he rapped again and tested the knob which wasn't even locked.
"Hello..?" He nudged the door open, standing off to the side with his sidearm drawn. "My name is Alexander Steele, I'm here to help."
"Go away!" The voice was female and, unless he missed his guess, coming from the kitchen.
"Rain Emerson? I just want to talk, I think I can help you."
".. What do you want?"
"Your friend, Adolph.. how much do you know about him? What do you know about his past? .. I believe you're in grave danger."
"I.. I don't know.."
"Can I come in, so we can talk?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you." He holstered his weapon as he entered the apartment, seeing Rain come out of the kitchen. Though looking rather disheveled, she still had a certain beauty about her. Tall and toned like an amazon. He didn't go for darker skinned girls often, but she would definitely be an exception.. except of course for the ring.. and the fact that she's somehow involved with Adolph.
"So, what do you want?"
"To stop Adolph from killing again. I am part of an organization that hunts renegade military Beasts, and I've been hunting him for the last two years, always a step behind him when he kills."
"How many has he killed?"
"Twenty-three, counting the mugger last night and two of my team." Steele sighed. "The remaining twenty were all attractive women between twenty and forty and were all raped."
".. he.. what..?"
"Raped and murdered twenty young women over the last two years. The first was one of convenience, his owner... each following was premeditated, never leaving behind anything we could trace, so we didn't find out until days, sometimes even weeks, after."
".. How do you know it was him?"
"All similar appearance to his owner, started shortly after he dropped off the face of the earth after destroying my team, extremely carefully done showing an awareness of being hunted, damage done to the bodies were all consistent with a canine's penis... let's just say there's a lot of coincidences, and I don't believe in coincidence."
"It doesn't make sense.. he's so nice."
"You're a very odd piece to the puzzle, Rain. You don't look like his typical victim, you've been around him for a while.. and last night, he apparently took a bullet for you, which blew his cover. I'm wondering if you're exceptionally lucky, or if there's something weird happening right now."
".. I don't know.."
"What can you tell me about his actions last night?"
"He.. uhm.. he stopped me, just before the mugger came out, he knew he was there. He tried to intimidate the mugger in to leaving us be, and refused to let me give up my money and engagement ring... he told the man.. something like 'if I'm still standing when you pull that trigger, I'll kill you'.. then the guy did...
"I don't know how he moved so fast, I was on the ground before the shot even registered to me. I looked up while dialing nine one one.. and .. he had already dispatched the mugger.. it was remarkably efficient, and the look on his face was just uncaring, like he'd just swatted a fly.. then he looked down at me like I'd betrayed him and whispered 'I'm sorry' before vanishing in to the alley."
"He's a puzzling creature at times." He gave her his card. "Look, I suggest getting out of town before things get bad, because.. they will, I don't want you getting caught in the cross fire. If you see Adolph, as soon as you're safe.. call me, no matter what time it is."
"Do you really think he planned to kill me?"
".. I don't know. History says yes though."
"I see.." She looked completely lost. "I'll see about catching a train out of here today or tomorrow.. go.. somewhere.. maybe up the coast."
"Oregon is beautiful." Steele nodded. "Thank you for your help Rain."
"Yeah.. sure."
He left the apartment, his next stop was too be the Honda dealership from a week ago, there had been too many coincidences.. he was beginning to wonder if the kid had been telling the truth, and Adolph had a network to keep him hidden.. and he needed to get the locals to put eyes on the apartment, in case Adolph came back for anything.
Chapter 6
The night had been quiet.. too quiet. There had been no sign of a man hunt or even basic search for him. Adolph wasn't sure what Rain had told the police, but it must have been good.. didn't matter though, his blood was all over the mugger, CLAWS would be in Lancaster again soon, and he hoped to be gone by then.. he just wanted too grab some things from his apartment, and warn Rain to get out of town.
In a perfect world he'd take her with him.. but that wouldn't work. That would put her in needless danger, not to mention how terrified of him she looked, he wasn't sure she would even trust him again.
He made his way towards his apartment, staying mostly off the main road. As he neared, nothing seemed out of place. He could slip in the back, get to his apartment completely unseen.. yet he had a sentry in the front, so he made his way to the coffee shop.
"Hey Paul." He called walking in, still no sign of anything out of place.. other than no patrons in the coffee shop, but that might just be it being about ten in the morning on a wednesday. "Anything new?"
"Shit Adolph, you want to be scarce." Paul replied. "Some dude came in here looking for information on you and Rain.. I played dumb about you, told him you all look alike to me, but another guy.. that jackass who wears those stupid glasses all the time? Told him what apartment you lived in, and that Rain was with ya. Guy is still up stairs now."
"Sheiße! Did he give a name?"
"No, sorry.. but he was a girzzled old badass, probably mid 40s, about six foot, a few scars, dirty blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. Definitely seasoned veteran of something, but good at hiding it."
"Steele..." He growled. Still up there, that meant he was either waiting for Adolph to come home, or Rain was there. "Is Rain home?"
"I don't know mate."
"Scheiße.. Thanks Paul. I'm going to have to ghost.."
"It's been fun, won't be the same without you around wolf-man."
"Auf wiedersehen." He slipped out of the coffee shop and found himself a spot he could watch the complex, figuring that if Steele was waiting for him, he'd eventually give up and have a sentry posted.. which would give him a few minutes.
He didn't have to wait long, Steele left the complex shortly after he got to his perch. He briefly pondered ambushing Steele, but he didn't want to do that in broad daylight.. and besides, they would only send more, anyways.
The path to the apartment was thankfully clear, it seemed that for now Steele was alone. He sniffed the door, Steele had been there, Rain was still inside... no other scents though. His biggest concern now was how to explain things to Rain.
"Rain..?" He unlocked the door and stepped in to the apartment. He caught a glint of metal coming towards him and reacted on instinct, grabbing the knife wielding arm with one hand while the other hand snapped out for the attackers neck, lifting them up and slamming them in to the wall with a deep growl, only then did he recognize his attacker.
"You fucker.." Rain cried, fighting his grip and hitting his arm with her free hand. "You were just going to kill me like all the rest. Keep me around as a plaything until you got bored with me?"
"Rain.." He let her to the ground, letting go of her neck, though keeping control of the knife. "What are saying? I would never.."
"You have!" She continued to beat on him with her free hand, and kicked him a couple times as well. "You're a rapist and a murderer and.. why th' fuck did you have to be so nice... why were you so kind to me.. why did you save me last night?!"
"... that's the past Rain. I've made mistakes, I've done things that I regret.. I've done things that society says were wrong but were the best I could do in my situation."
".. twenty women were 'mistakes you regret'!?" Her foot found it's way right between his legs, actually earning a brief wince, but pain was nothing new to him.
".. twenty? Where did you get... One Rain, one woman.. and she.. the way she treated us.. she fucking deserved it.."
"How can any woman deserve to be raped, let alone twenty, you sick fuck!?"
"One! One fucking woman." Adolph growled at her, her incoherence and wild bludgeoning finally irritating him. "I don't know where you got twenty, but I would *certainly* remember if I had raped twenty women. I haven't even had sex with that many women."
"The man.. .. he said twenty.."
"He lied! It was just one.."
"One still makes you a fucking rapist!"
"You want to know about rape? Do you Rain?" He didn't want to start, but it had to be said.. it had been pent up inside for years. "No, you don't want to know about a woman who kept Beasts as playthings, including one beautiful German Shepherd who's sole purpose was to pleasure the cunt's three non-anthro shepherds.
"You don't want to know about her using males as flesh and blood sex toys, torturing them if they even tied to enjoy it.. and oh heaven forbid they ejaculate! You don't want to know about her breaking the will of anything that came through her door with the use of shock collars, sexual abuse, whips, sodomy, and anything else her twisted mind could think of.
"No Rain," By the end of his tirade he was crying, for the first time in years "you're focused on the fact that the genetically engineered killing machine she bought off the black market to break, because civilian grade were no challenge anymore, proved too strong for her methods and finally snapped and used her body to sate the pent up needs *she created*."
"I.. uh.." Rain stared at him in stunned silence.
"So yeah. That makes me a rapist. I get it. I regret it. I wish I had the self control back then to just snap her fucking neck and be done with her.. but I didn't."
"I can't imagine.. I'm sorry Adolph."
"Yeah.. well.." He let go of her arm. "If you still want to stab me, just do it. I can't hurt you.."
Rain looked at the knife in her hand for a moment, before tossing it aside. ".. what about the others you've killed?"
".. I've killed 4 people. My owner I just explained, the mugger you saw.. The other two were members of Steele's team who were trying to kill me at the time. A third may have died, but I take no responsibility for him if he did."
".. What do we do now, Adolph?"
"Go our separate ways. I'm going to head East.. try to vanish somewhere remote for a while. I suggest you get out of Lancaster, maybe head north. There's a stash in the bottom drawer of the dresser for emergencies, take any of it you need.. if CLAWS finds you, they'll try to use you to get to me."
"I want to go with you.. I don't want to be alone again."
"Head north. If I evade capture, I'll find you. I don't want you getting hurt in the fray though, and it will be bloody."
".. I guess that will do.." She gave him a quick kiss on the muzzle. "You probably want to get out of here soon, I'm sure Steele will have the apartment under surveillance."
"I'm sure." He moved away from her and grabbed a bag he kept packed near the door. On a whim he snatched one of Rain's hair ties from the end table and wrapped it around his wrist. ".. by the way, did Steele by any chance give you a number to call him if I came back?"
"Yeah.. should I call him?"
"No, give me the number." He laughed. "I want to chat with an 'old friend'."
"All right." She gave him Steele's card. "Where should I wait for you."
"I will find you, wherever you are." He rand a clawed hand through her hair before heading out the door and up stairs, going for the roof. The front would be watched, but he doubted they would think to pay attention to the rooftops.
"Lebewohl, Rain." He whispered to himself, sniffing the hair tie. He knew he would never make it back to her. Truth be told, he barely made it out of the last encounter with CLAWS, and this would be worse. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the number for Steele.. "Hello, Steele..."
".. Adolph?!" Steel sounded shocked. "Where did you get this number?"
"Rain.. and I don't appreciate you spreading lies about me."
"I'm sorry I don't know what you're talking about, why don't we talk about this in person?"
"Nice try Steele." Adolph laughed, taking a running jump from one rooftop to the next. "You told Rain I had raped and murdered twenty women."
".. you have."
"No.. just one."
"Bullshit." Steele snapped. "Tampa, July of 82. Montgomery, October of 82. Nashville, December 82. Champaign, January 83-"
"Stop." Adolph interrupted him with a growl. "After Scranton, I headed north. Slipped in to Canada through Lake Ontario and hid out in the forest just off the road between Toronto and Montreal. I stayed there for about a month, to heal up and moved on as locals started getting too curious about the werewolf rumors. I spent about three months traveling across the US, keeping off the radar, until I dropped off a semi truck here in Lancaster. I've been here since late September of 82.
"So if you have a serial rapist you think is me, you're sending your hounds barking up the wrong tree."
"You think that information is going to stop me from chasing you?"
"Nope." Adolph laughed.
"Then why call me?"
"I just wanted to talk to an old friend?"
"Yeah, I believe that."
"Well, if you must be all business.. I just wanted to ask you to leave Rain out of this. It's between us.. She's got no part in any of it."
".. so you care about her, huh?"
"I do."
"Like the last woman you were with?"
"Your facts are skewed on that one, Steele. You saw what you wanted to see and made the evidence fit your theory and ignored the rest."
"Yeah? And what was it really?"
".. I'm not going to tell you, because you won't believe me. You were a detective though, weren't you?"
"I was."
"Tell you what, look at the case again, I'll even give you a hint, look at the collars."
"Yeah, you killed her with a shock collar."
".. by the way, how is Murphy?"
".. wha- He's alive, wheelchair bound, but alive.. what's that got to do with anything?"
"Think about it." Adolph laughed and hung up the phone. He didn't think it would do any good, mostly he hoped to distract the detective in Steele with a puzzle. He considered discarding the phone, but decided to keep it for now, give them something to track to pull the focus away from Rain.
\* \* \*
Steele stared at his phone for a moment, processing what Adolph had said. He wondered how true any of it was. He had to admit, things made a lot more sense if Adolph wasn't the serial rapist.. That just meant there was an intelligent, careful wolf wandering from state to state raping attractive blondes.
But what about the Syracuse case, and why did he bring up Murphy in relationship to it. So Adolph had carried Murphy out of the burning building.. what does that have to do with anything. He closed his eyes and focused for a moment, thinking back on that night on the outskirts of Scranton.
The wolf had laid Murphy on the ground, saying he was barely alive.. why? That had always bugged him, why had Adolph saved Murphy's life? If what he's saying is true, he stayed off the radar and out of trouble after that until saving Rain.
"They're trained to protect.." It was so stupidly simple it was easy to disregard. ".. but why kill his owner? Unless.. that's what he was eluding to."
"We have four kills he admits to.." He mused to himself as he made his way back to where the Blackhawk sat. He figured he could call up the case files there. "One was to protect Rain. Two he was defending himself.. He mentioned collars.. they all wore shock collars, he used one to kill his owner.. a shock collar shouldn't go that high voltage.. .. mother fucker.. he was protecting his pack. Except .. they all loved her.."
Thinking back on the case, there was something that was odd about it to him at the time, but he filed it aside. He would have to look in to it.
"Hey Alex, we got company." Murphy called over the com.
"Eh?"
"The Alphas are here, and they are requ- sorry demanding you 'get your ass here'. Their words, not mine."
"I'm on my way, Murph."
"Roger."
"Fuckin' Alphas..." Steele muttered.
The walk to the Blackhawk took about ten minutes. On arrival, Steele saw the Alphas' craft, 'Sleipnir' next to it, and the Alphas standing around looking impatient.
This was them, the supposed 'best of the best', the Alphas were an elite team, the only one to be afforded their own aircraft. There were five in total, like any other CLAWS team.
Reaper was the current leader, a tall lean man wearing a black cloak. He was a frightening combatant both melee and ranged, equipped with a hybrid rifle/sycthe. Tactically he was a simple man though, his answer to everything was 'charge'.
Anubis was the close combat master, and the longest with the Alphas. The man had undergone extensive experimental cybernetic modifications to make him physically superior to the Beasts they hunted, and had a certain Jackal appearance about himself now.
Orcus, a middle aged man, somewhat over weight and looking as if he hadn't bathed in a while, was the demolitionist. Simply put, he was just crazy. Some say he got put on the Alphas because everyone else was scared of him.
Morana, the only female of the team, was the stealth. She was remarkably plain, nothing about he stood out, though she was probably the most intelligent and level headed of the bunch, she was cold and methodical in everything she did, rumors said even love making.. she could sneak up on God himself though, if she felt like it.
Last was Thanatos, the sniper and most recent addition to the Alphas. A young man who was simply an artist with a rifle, although he looked fresh out of high school.. he was lean and in great shape, but he didn't look like someone who could actually kill. Granted, the only person to ever score higher than him on the Marksman test was Jezibel.
"About fuckin' time, old man." Reaper snapped. "Did you forget where you parked?"
"No, nothing like that." Steele smiled. "I was just doing something that you wouldn't understand. It's called 'investigation'."
"So, Mr. Detective.." Reaper growled, smacking Thanatos upside the head to stop him from snickering. "Where's this... 'brutal killing machine' that *wiped out your team* hiding?"
"That's what I was trying to determine." Steele maintained his composure, though he was enjoying making Reaper lose his cool. "However, since you guys are so well prepared, I'm sure you can find him and take him out without any of the information I have obtained."
"How far could it have gone in twelve hours?"
"Didn't do your homework?" Steele smirked. "A wolf maintains an average walking speed of six to seven miles an hour, and can sustain a running speed of fifteen to twenty. Adolph was an above average specimen and as of the last report from the training facility could sustain twenty five, with bursts of up to forty.
"So, for those of you who were behind in math class.. he could easily be at least two hundred and upwards of over three hundred miles in any direction."
"I do not need your sarcasm old man." Reaper snapped. "You're here because our boss thought you might have some insight on this Beast, since you have been obsessed over it for the last two years. If you're not going to say anything useful, shut the fuck up and stay out of our way."
"Try asking intelligent questions then, kiddo."
"Fuck you!" Reaper snarled, his scythe spinning from under the cloak.
"Calm yourself, Reaper." Anubis chided, stepping between Reaper and Steele. "Yours were the first barbed words thrown, and he has bested you at your own game. We would do better to not have that hot head of yours getting us in trouble."
"Fine, you deal with him." Reaper snapped, and then smacked Thanatos again. "Stop your fucking snickering you little shit."
"I apologize for Reaper's outburst, Steele." Anubis turned to him. "He is still young and impulsive."
"Thank you, Anubis." Steele nodded, he had to admit watching the man/machine hybrid move was slightly unnerving, he moved more like an animal than a human. "I have reason to believe he is still close by, but likely not for long. As well, I received a phone call from him, I suspect he will have already discarded the phone but I was going to put a trace on it anyways."
"Thanatos, get the number and begin a trace." Anubis ordered, earning a glare from Reaper. "Where does the woman Adolph apparently saved last night fall in to things?"
"Rain? I think she has no real involvement." Steele nodded, giving Thanatos the number Adolph called him from. "My best guess is she fell in to Adolph's lap so to speak, and he decided to toy with her until he grew bored with her."
"Why then would he take a bullet and risk his cover for her?"
"Good question. I would suppose his instinct is still to protect his pack, as that's what he was trained to do. In that split second instinct kicked in."
"Sound theory." Anubis nodded.
"What about her saying she owned him?" Reaper asked.
"According to the local LEOs, they convinced her to say that because it was less paperwork to write it up as a self defense."
"Hmm." Reaper pondered. "I'd still like to talk to her, see if she knows anything."
"You're welcome to. She's at Emerald Grove apartments, number 317. Though I suggested she leave town, in case Adolph came back to tie off any loose ends."
"Guys..." Thanatos returned from Sleipnir. "The phone is still on and still in Lancaster. He's headed eastbound at about twenty five, along Avenue L."
"That's not far from Rain's apartment." Steele replied.
"To or from?" Anubis asked.
"From."
"Morana, you and Anubis head to the apartment," Reaper ordered "check on the woman, if she's fine, see if she has anything useful for us. Thanatos, Orcus, you two take ground pursuit of the Beast on the bikes, Steele and I will follow from the sky."
"Try to not let him split you up, and watch for traps." Steele added. "He's a slippery one and doesn't like to fight fair, don't underestimate him."
"I believe we can handle a single Beast, Steele." Anubis replied.
"That's what we said, too." Steele replied, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "Let's move though."
"Move out." Reaper ordered, climbing in to the cockpit of Sleipnir. "Steele, grab the machine gun and keep your eyes peeled."
"Roger." Steele replied, swinging in to the gun port. "What kind of rounds this beast firing?"
"Standard issue Kill Rounds."
"Good to know." Steele nodded. Kill Rounds were a semi recent development to tactical firearms, as soon as the bullet penetrated something it would burst, dispersing the force in all directions. They were developed to make collateral damage far less likely, as they wouldn't punch through buildings, vehicles or people. As well, they dealt immense internal damage, making a smaller bullet have a lot more stopping power. "Oh Murph, I almost forgot, can you get the file for the Syracuse case loaded on the BlackHawk for me?"
".. Sure, what's up?"
"Just something I want to look at, thanks."
"Thanatos, Orcus, com check." Reaper called.
"Yo." Thanatos replied, flipping his helmet down and revving his bike.
"Present." Orcus nodded, securing something to his handlebars.
"Morana, Anubis?"
"Fuck off, Reaper." Morana snapped.
"All systems go." Anubis replied.
"You know what to do." Reaper activated the thrusters, lifting Sleipnir off and swinging to head south while calling up the tracking information on Adolph's phone.
"You've certainly got an interesting crew, Reaper." Steele said, trying to take his mind off the ground being so far below him.
"They're a tough crew to handle." Reaper nodded with a laugh. "Damn good at what they do though."
"Don't seem too fond of the whole team idea though."
"Nope. Kinda comes with the territory of being the best, tend to want all the glory for yourself. Makes me wonder about you though, why did you never request a new team?"
".. Never felt right taking on a new team before I took out the creature responsible for wiping out my last team."
"Huh, makes sense I guess. I gotta say though, I was surprised when they offered me the Alphas last year. There was a betting pool going when the news came down that Odin was retiring.. most of the money was on you, hell mine was."
"Mine was on Anubis." Steele laughed.
"You'd think.. until you seem him in combat. He's cool and collected normally, but you get him in a fight and he rages. There's no reasoning with him, there's no stopping him. Once I almost had to have Thanatos put him down."
".. Ouch."
"Yeah. I may be hot headed at times, but I know how to stand down."
"Important knowledge to have in this line- There he is, bring us in closer." He swung the gun stand around and switched on the com. "Target spotted, he just crossed the fourteen and is now running across the roof of the Costco. I'm going to try and get him to go to ground level for you two."
"Just kill the fucker." Reaper snapped, swinging Sleipnir in to give Steele a good shot.
"If I can." Steele unleashed a rain of lead in the vicinity of Adolph, narrowly missing him, but getting him to divert and predictably leap off the roof. "Target is Northbound, cutting through the park. Be advised, you will not have air support while he is in populated civilian areas."
"We can take him." Thanatos replied.
\* \* \*
A new sound rose up from the standard din of the city coming from the North.. it sounded mechanical, like a large turbine. Adolph paused a second to find the source, it didn't take him long to spot a peculiar aircraft flying towards him. He assumed it was CLAWS coming after him.
He darted over the overpass for the freeway and veered in to the Costco parking lot, deciding to give them a good solid visual before vanishing. He leapt atop a large truck at a dead run, and from there bounded to the roof of the building, darting across it. Soon enough he found the engine sound drawing right on top of him, followed by a burst of machine gun fire.
Bullets rained down around him, creating craters in the roof and causing him to divert his course and leap from the second story roof, tucking in to a roll as he his and running in to the park.
He knew the first thing he had to do was get out of the park. Too many civilians, too much possibility for collateral damages, and that was something he couldn't risk. As he pondered where to go, he heard the approach of motorcycles and chuckled... they wanted a chase?
He took stock of his options. North and south were commercial districts, east and west were residential.. he wasn't fond of either. Commercial didn't offer him enough air cover, residential was too unpredictable. The freeway was also an option, no air cover, but they wouldn't dare unleash the machine gun in to freeway traffic, and the bikes wouldn't have the maneuverability he did. It might cause some accidents, but it still seemed the least likely to lead to collateral damage.
He darted east, running through the baseball field.. it was vacant, but he cleared it before the machine gun could properly be trained, a hail of bullets following him in to the trees where he made a quick direction change before leaping over the fence and on to the freeway, running north and ignoring the horns and screeching tires. He knew he had a moment before the bikes could swing around to get on to the freeway, so he just needed the right opening.
He spotted it, a commuter bus, and darted across a lane of traffic to get in position. Despite him running full speed, traffic still moved a lot faster, so he knew he had one shot at this.. and that it was going to hurt like hell.
The bus just a little behind him, he leaped.. his timing wasn't perfect, but he still landed on top of the bus, slamming down face first and barely managing to grab on to the emergency exit on the roof. Shaking off the impact he tore the hatch off the bus and dropped in to it, earning startled screams from the few passengers.
"Keep driving!" He snarled at the driver, moving forward and watching the mirror in case a passenger decided to do something stupid. "I don't want to hurt anyone, but I wouldn't recommend testing that.."
"Y.. yes sir." The driver stammered. ".. not paid enough for this.."
"I know.. Do what I ask, and I'll be out of your hair in just a moment."
"You're the boss."
"Good." Adolph nodded, waiting for the bikes to catch up, which didn't take long. "... Hit the breaks and open the door.."
"What?"
"DO IT!" He snarled at the driver, who complied.
The bikes went flying past the suddenly decelerating bus, as soon as it hit slow enough he jumped out, running back down the freeway against the flow of traffic and trying to get over to the southbound side.
His stunt didn't buy him enough time though, the bikes quickly gaining on him. He could evade them for a while, but eventually they would be able to hedge him in.. he had to lose them. As he pondered how to achieve that, a small object went flying past him before exploding under an oncoming car.
"Scheiße!" Adolph leaped out of the path of what was left of the car, narrowly swinging away from another oncoming car. He tried to determine what caused it when he saw one of the two bikers throw a second one, narrowly missing him, and thankfully harmlessly exploding on the side of the road.
Distracted by the flying explosives, he almost missed the second bike coming right towards him, and cracked a grin. He swung just out of the path, clothes lining the rider and grabbing the bike by the handlebars, redirecting it's momentum to send it flying in to the biker with the explosives. Granted, it might have also dislocated his shoulder but, he'd worry about that later.
His attention was brought back to the present by the sound of a truck horn and screeching tires. He glanced behind himself briefly to see a semi coming up too fast to stop, the driver probably paying more attention to the flaming wreck than the road in front of him.
Adolph snatched up the biker he had clothes lined dove out of the path of the truck, watching with rather sick satisfaction as it plowed right over the twisted wreck of two motorcycles and one explosive flinging jackass.
"You're welcome." He laughed, patting the still unconscious biker's helmet, before grabbing his com and activating it. "One down, and I'm guessing four to go. Make you a deal, Steele. Let's just forget about this whole thing, and you walk away only down one?"
"No can do, Wolf." An unfamiliar voice came over the com. "Steele's just along for the ride, and you just made it personal."
"Well, ask Steele how having a vendetta against me has gone for him.. and enjoy watching me tear your team apart, too."
"Fuck you-"
Adolph laughed, turning the com off and vaulted over the divider between the freeway directions and ran southbound until he reached the underpass where he chucked his phone in to the bed of a passing pickup before ducking in to a utility access hatch. He could already hear the emergency vehicles trying to get to the crash, and knew there would be a massive hunt for him soon enough, but he also knew the tunnels, and how to get out of the city undetected.
\* \* \*
A knock at the door broke Rain's focus on looking for a cheap ticket 'north', trying to figure out where and how would be the best bet for her to go.
"Ms. Emerson.." A male voice called through the door. "are you in there?"
"Yes? Who's there?"
"I am an associate of Agent Steele, whom you spoke with earlier." The man replied. "May I come in?"
".. yeah, sure." She sighed, unlocking and opening the door. She started to say something more, but realized who, or what, she was speaking to and just stared. The 'man' if he could be called that was nearly as tall as Adolf, muscular in nature, and had a series of mechanical augmentations all over his body. His legs were elongated and made digitigrade, his arms had been extended as well and now ended in almost reptilian clawed 'hands'.
"You are no doubt wondering why I am here." The cyborg said, seeming to not notice her stunned expression as he walked in. "Especially seeing as you were most helpful with your information to Agent Steele earlier. This is partly a wellness check, and partly a formality, there were a few very minor and likely highly irrelevant questions we need to ask you."
"Huh..? Wellness check?"
"Yes, you see we were able to locate the Wolf you know as 'Adolph' very nearby here, fleeing eastbound. We were concerned that he had stopped here to make sure you could not provide any more information."
".. I see. No wolf here."
"I see that, and I am glad you are unharmed." He replied. "If you are not too occupied, may I ask you a few additional questions?"
"Sure, anything to help catch that monster."
"How did you meet him?"
"Not sure why that's relevant.. but.. uhm.. that morning about two weeks ago I had gotten the call that my fiance had been killed in battle, he was deployed in Tucson, and I had to get out of my apartment. So I went for a walk.. a long walk all over the city, it started raining but I was so numb I didn't even really notice.. finally some time that night I just couldn't walk anymore and I sat on a bus bench.. sat there for hours in the pouring rain.. after midnight, don't really know what time it was.. Adolph comes up to me thinking I'm casing the dealership he works security for or something.. but.. I kinda explain why I'm there and... he invites me in out of the rain... 'couple nights later I brought him Chinese food at work.."
"I see... how did you end up living in his apartment?"
".. I got evicted from mine because my fiance's parents are assholes, and he was kind the only friend I have."
"Interesting."
"Target spotted," Agent Steele's voice suddenly came over the cyborg's com, "he just crossed the fourteen and is now running across the roof of the Costco. I'm going to try and get him to go to ground level for you two."
"Just kill the fucker." A different voice replied.
"If I can." Agent Steele's voice was followed by the sound of machine gun fire before the cyborg disabled his com.
".. I thank you for your time, Ms. Emerson." The cyborg said politely. "I would ask more questions, however it appears that the situation has gotten somewhat hairy with my compatriots, and I must assist them."
".. yeah, good luck." She replied, secretly hoping for Adolph to kill the disturbing man machine hybrid.
"Thank you." The Cyborg showed himself to the door.
".. Fuck." Rain muttered, and quickly went through the house, packing what she could in a backpack. If Adolph survived the encounter, they would be back for her. If he didn't, she just didn't want to be anywhere near the city.. either way, she wanted to vanish, and fast.
She pulled out the bottom drawer in the dresser and found the cache Adolph had mentioned. It had a good amount of cash in it, as well as a small amount of food and some basic medical supplies. She put the cash in her pocket and threw the rest in her backpack.
Once everything was ready, she called a cab and headed downstairs to the coffee shop to wait for it.
"Hey Rain, you OK?" Paul asked as she walked in. "You look kinda shaken up and... that guy came in saying you were in danger."
"I'm fine." She sighed. "At least I think I'm fine... but I've got to leave town, I'm sorry."
"It's OK, I understand.." Paul nodded. "'specially since he has to ghost and all. If you got a forwarding address I'll mail your paycheck to ya."
".. don't worry about it, I don't know where I'm going, and.. don't know how much I want to be found when I get there."
".. Gotcha." He popped the register drawer open and counted out some cash before handing it to her. "This isn't as much as you would be getting, but.. becoming scarce requires green."
"Thanks, Paul.."
"No problem." He smiled. "I'm sorry things didn't work out for you here.. especially with wolf-man. For what it's worth, he likes you. Probably more than he even knows."
".. don't remind me."
"Ouch, you like him too, don't you?"
".. I'm not even sure." She shook her head, "I learned things about him today that.. I really didn't want to know.. and I'm just confused now.. and now he's probably going to get killed because he's apparently got a team of highly trained killers after him, including one that's some kind of cyborg."
"I wouldn't count him out yet, Rain." Paul gave her a reassuring smile and started to make a drink. "Wolves are incredibly resourceful and exceptionally good at surviving... and that one.. I don't know how he did in training, but when he got switched to the school of hard knocks, he had some hellish classes, but he excelled."
"I just doubt I'll ever see him again."
"If he survives this mess.." he set the drink on the counter for her. "he will find you, even if it means traveling to the ends of the Earth to do so."
"Thanks.." She picked it up, sniffing it and taking a sip. It was hot chocolate with.. something she couldn't place. ".. what is this?"
"Perfect thing for you. Hot chocolate with a healthy dose of irish cream, dash of cinnamon, peppermint and a hint of chipotle.."
".. You have irish cream back there?"
"Of course not, that wouldn't be legal since I don't have a liquor license!"
".. of course." She laughed. "It's good.. Uhm.. my cab is here."
"Good knowing ya, Rain. Hope I see you again some day."
".. you too Paul, thanks for everything." She waved, running off for her cab to the bus station.
The cabby had the news running, which was covering a massive accident on the fourteen northbound near L, six confirmed casualties. Supposedly caused by a renegade black Wolf, which police were organizing a search for. She wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad, he was alive.. but he'd caused six deaths?
Otherwise the cab ride was quite uneventful. At the bus station, she got a ticket on the first bus out, which was heading up to Oregon, though she only got a ticket as far as Red Bluff. She would find somewhere else to go from there.
Chapter 7
".. how the fuck did we lose Orcus?" Reaper muttered, pacing about the BlackHawk, occasionally looking over where the body bag was laying. "This should be a routine, easy mission for us."
"Mortality is a risk of our profession, Reaper." Anubis replied, calm as death itself.
"I say we find the fucker.." Morana growled. "and shove a hand grenade up it's ass, for Orcus."
"I don't wanna get that close again." Thanatos started to laugh, then winced because laughing hurt. He had no serious injuries, but did get pretty badly bruised.
".. It's not a routine easy mission." Steele said with a sigh. "He's fast, he's mean, he's smart and he's practically immune to pain."
"Not to mention," Murphy added "he's tangled with CLAWS before, not to mention possibly other agencies."
"Alright then.." Reaper turned to Steele. "How do we beat him?"
".. I wish I knew." Steel replied. "The main thing is.. never try to take him on solo, and try to keep him from splitting us up."
"What else is there, any weaknesses?"
"Not that I know of.." Steele considered. "He does seem to enjoy 'playing' with his opponents though, messing with their heads."
"Is that why he saved Thanatos?"
"Quite possibly." Steele nodded. He had another theory, but he didn't want to bring that one up to Reaper, yet.
"Here that, kid?" Morana laughed. "You're alive because the Wolf is a twisted fucker."
".. you should like him then." Thanatos replied.
"Fuck you."
".. thought you preferred girls." Thanatos started laughing, but stopped quickly.. ".. ow. Laughing hurts."
"Serves ya right, you little shit." Morana smirked.
"If you two are done acting like school children.." Reaper snapped. "We're trying to focus on avenging Orcus."
".. sorry boss." Thanatos replied.
"Morana, what about the girl?" Reaper asked.
"I'm not sure. I think she's not entirely sure herself on her feelings. More than likely she liked him, prior to learning the truth about him from Steele."
"Steele, how do you think the Wolf feels about her?"
"She was probably a plaything until he got bored of her."
"So.." Reaper paced the floor shaking his head. "she won't make good bait, and she won't know where he's going?"
".. that's about the size of it."
"Murphy, do we still have his phone being tracked?" Reaper asked.
"We do, I can send LEOs to investigate, if you want?"
"No." Reaper and Steele replied in unison.
"We don't want to send a group of cops to their death." Steele finished.
"Thanatos," Reaper turned to the kid. "Can you shoot?"
"Sure boss," Thanatos nodded, "more than a few shots'll hurt like hell, but I can shoot."
"All right.." Reaper nodded. "What we're going to do is investigate the phone signal. We'll take Sleipnir out until we find it. Anubis, you and I will be on the ground. Morana will take the controls, Thanatos, you will be on the gun port with your rifle. Steele, Murphy, you two are welcome to come along for the ride."
"It's likely a decoy," Steele replied. "Besides, I hate flying. I'll stay behind."
"I'm down," Murphy replied. "I want to be there to see that bastards head explode."
"All right then, let's roll." Reaper nodded, the team and Murphy leaving the BlackHawk and Steele in peace.
"You are one perplexing beast, Adolph." Steele muttered once he was alone. "You only killed Orcus because he started lobbing grenades, didn't you? They're blaming you for the six casualties on the freeway, but the only one you caused was Orcus."
He called up the Syracuse case and began going through the file again, first place he looked was the photos of the victim, on a whim he brought up the photo of the Tampa rape victim. The more he thought about it, and now looking at them side by side, it was starting to make sense that Adolph wasn't responsible for those nineteen women. The woman in Tampa, he body was pristine, barely even bruised, other than the damage done to her anus, vagina and throat.
The Syracuse woman had firstly not been orally raped, as well he body was covered in claw and bite marks. She was killed by way of a modified shock collar that had been made to run extremely high power, yet all the other victims were either killed by the rape itself, or by having their neck broken. He cast the Tampa case aside, and made a note to check in to that further when he got back to Wolf Point, it probably was not Adolph.
Returning to the Syracuse case file, he spread the pictures out on the desk, looking at them, looking at the collars. He began discarding any photos without collars in them. Then he saw it, the thing that had nagged him about the case the first time. All of the Beasts were still wearing their collars, except one. All of the Beasts had to be physically drug away from their owners corpse, except one.
One of only two females, a German shepherd bitch, was found hiding in a corner, curled up in the fetal position, her collar several feet away, discarded. Everyone assumed she was curled up because she was scared of Adolph. She never said anything though, and she violently fought them trying to put a collar on her, until one of the local uniforms walker her without one.
He had never bothered to read much further about the Syracuse case, because he didn't need to concern himself with the civilian Beasts. His concern had been catching the Beast that did it, not figuring out 'why' he did it.
Examinations on each of the Beasts showed the same things, shock burns on the neck, evidence of repeated sexual abuse. All of them would ask after 'mistress', except the one female. Most also offered themselves, directly or indirectly, to be 'used' by those examining them. It was starting to make a lot more sense, and he hated to admit it but if his theory was right.. he would almost feel bad for having to kill Adolph.
"Well shit." Reaper's voice came over the com. "We've got his phone in the back of a pickup. See if you can figure out where he might have run off to, Steele. We're on our way back."
"That's what I expected," Steele nodded, closing the Syracuse case file, he would look further in to that another time, and bringing up a multilevel layout of Lancaster. "On it. The last place any cameras caught him was where the fourteen passes under L. I suspect that's where he discarded his phone. Unfortunately, I'm not seeing anyplace to go from there. There's a utility access hatch, the utility tunnels are full of sensors though, and have already been checked over."
"Try looking for the Lancaster Subway plans." Thanatos replied.
"Lancaster doesn't have a subway?"
"They were building on in the 20s. Unfortunately there were some shady backroom dealings, the company that was building it went under, and the city decided that it was too expensive. There's a lot of partial tunnels."
"How do you know this, Thanatos?" Reaper asked, laughing.
"My grandad worked on it."
"He's right." Steele replied, calling up a map. ".. and looks like one of the tunnels is very close to the utility hatch. It's possible they're connected?"
"We'll meet you there." Reaper replied.
"Roger." Steele took a moment to send off an inquiry as to the current status and location of the Beasts from the Syracuse case before getting his bike and heading across town. Traffic was still a mess on the freeway, both directions now, but he was still able to beat the Alphas to the underpass.
He didn't have to wait long though, Sleipnir hovered down just beside the over pass, the rear hatch opening to let Anubis, Reaper and Morana jump out.
"Thanatos won't be joining us?" Steele asked.
"No," Reaper shook his head, "he's still feeling the clocking Adolph gave him, and he's not the most useful in the tighter confines of tunnels."
"True." Steele pulled the access hatch open.
"I will take point." Anubis said, dropping down the hatch, ignoring the ladder.
"If Adolph is down here," Steele said, climbing down the ladder, "and ends up on the offensive, he will strike from the sides and rear. He'll use hit and run tactics to try to get us shaken and possibly split up."
"Noted." Reaper nodded, following Steele down. "How are his senses?"
"Keen." Steele clicked his flashlight on. "He'll see us whether we have lights or not, he'll hear us coming, and depending on airflow, smell us."
"I'll bring up the rear," Morana announced, closing the hatch before dropping down the ladder, "see if I can stalk the stalker."
"Just be careful, Morana." Reaper said, turning a head lamp on, to keep both hands for his scythe. "I've already lost one Alpha today."
"I'll be fine."
"I have found the access to the tunnels." Anubis called from a tunnel."His scent will be easy to follow."
"Good to know." Steele headed down the tunnel, followed by Reaper, he had already lost sight of Morana, but that didn't surprise him. "It is nice being on a slightly more even playing field with the enemy."
"Even nothin'." Reaper laughed. "Anubis is superior to a Beast."
"Behold." Anubis stood by what looked to be an old rusted out piece of equipment, before pushing it aside to reveal a narrow stairwell going down. "A concealed access.. to what though?"
"We'll find out." Steele laughed.
The stairwell was fairly short, but steep, ending in a short hallway with a door at the end. The air was beginning to smell odd, as well as noises that seemed strange for underground could be heard through the door.
Anubis pushed the door open, and the narrow tunnel was filled with the smell of unwashed people, fires, unknown meats cooking, drugs, etc. all mingled together, and the general din of a large group of people.
Stepping through the door, they found themselves in what would have been a station on the plans, but was now an underground shantytown. It didn't look like movies like to portray them, there were very few structures, a few dotted the scape, but it was mostly fences where individuals had claimed their territory, or just beds and random furniture. The area was lit mostly by small electric lights, and occasional fires.
"Well done, ya found the underground." An old man with only one eye laughed as he walked up to them. "Now, ya look way too pretty to belong down here.. and not spiffed enough to be coppers.. so I really suggest ya just turn around and go back to the surface where you belong, 'cause .. really, you don't wanna be down here with us.."
"We're looking for someone." Steele replied. "He would have come through this passage about two hours ago."
".. big fella?" The old man asked. "Dark, swift and silent as death?"
"That would be the one."
"That way.." he pointed. "don't know him, don't care to know him, don't care to know why you want him.. just leave us in peace."
"We have no intention of bringing trouble on your home, sir."
"Good." The old man nodded, and wandered away, coughing.
".. did you notice his tattoo?" Reaper asked as they headed the direction he had pointed.
"No?" Steele replied.
"That man was a Marine."
"A long time ago."
"Once a Marine, always a Marine." Reaper snapped. ".. I just wonder why he's down here..?"
".. yeah, you're young and have a military background." Steele nodded and sighed. "In the late 20s, despite everything president Mareno did to help this country, the homeless population kept rising."
"There's practically no homeless now?"
".. just none visible." Steele replied. "When she turned down the nomination for a fifth term in '32 and was replaced by JTR, it didn't take long for certain measures getting passed. No one really noticed or cared at the time.. but they paved the way to work on systematically clearing the homeless and shuffling them off to private prisons.
"Then in '51, there were the 'hobo riots', nasty affair those. Made a royal mess of this country for almost a year, finally certain laws got repealed.. but, especially after the riots the homeless were less welcome than they had been before, by law enforcement and civilians a like.
"Pretty much every city has something like this now. The homeless hide underground, living off what they steal or get from various aid services. As long as they behave fairly well, the cops don't bother with trying to find them- and they like to keep it that way. They police themselves very well, and won't harbor fugitives if they can help it."
"Still.. a Marine down here?"
"More common than you would think, kiddo." Steele shook his head. "It's been a problem for a hundred years or more... our boys come back from battle with wounds no one can see... they can't quite fit in to normal society, and we don't do enough to help them. Instead they end up unemployed and eventually without a home. And with this war with Mexico, we're going to see an insurgence."
"It makes me sick." Reaper sighed. ".. and kind glad I switched over to CLAWS."
"The pay increase is nice, too." Anubis laughed.
"Yeah, definitely."
"Are we still on Adolph's train, Anubis?" Steele asked.
"Yes." Anubis replied. "It is likely he is moving much faster than we are, the trail is fading."
"Not surprised there." Steele nodded. "I'm not sure where, if anyplace, these tunnels come out."
"It has to open somewhere." Reaper said. "Note the slightly moving air. As well, the shantytown back there would have suffocated long ago if there were none."
"True. Doesn't mean they actually let out anywhere, and don't just have air vents."
"Yeah." Reaper checked his com. "No signal down here so we can't call up to Thanatos to find out, either."
"I believe," Anubis said, "that means we continue to walk until we find our prey, a wall, or the exit."
"I suppose so." Steele nodded.
After nearly an hour of walking and idle chatter, mostly speculating about the upcoming elections, the group hit the end of the tunnel, just a dirt wall where diffing had stopped probably sixty years ago.
"Well, shit." Reaper muttered. "Did we pass him, or did learn to teleport?"
"We might have passed him." Steele replied. "When I was chasing him in an old building, more than once he found a way to hang from the ceiling..."
"Fuckin' spiderwolf."
"Oi, idiots." Morana snapped, "Feel the fuckin' air. It's moving and it's kinda warm. There's a vent in here somewhere. Fucker probably climbed out."
"She is correct." Anubis said, now clinging to the dirt wall. "I have found his trail, unfortunately, I do not believe an unmodified human can make this climb."
"Go ahead Anubis." Reaper replied. "Find out where it comes out, and have Thanatos pick us up from the entrance."
"Affirmative."
"And don't do anything stupid. Don't try to catch up with and engage the target on your own."
"Affirmative." Anubis replied, pulling himself in to a hole in the ceiling and quickly vanishing from sight.
"All right." Reaper said, turning to the others. "Let's double time it back, think you can keep up, old man?"
"Real question is, can you keep up?"
The run back to the surface took just shy of twenty minutes, as much as Steele hated to admit it, the young 'former' Marine was faster.
".. Not bad for an old man." Reaper laughed as they walked back up the stairs.
"Next time," Steele replied. "we go for endurance."
"Oh for fucks sake!" Morana snapped, "Just whip them out and compare already!"
"Why?" Reaper smirked at her. "We already know yours is bigger."
"Fuck you."
"You keep using that phrase," Reaper said, "I do not think it means what you think it means."
"About time you showed back up, Alex." Murphy's voice came over the com when they reached the utility access. "I got good news, great news, and bad news."
"Give me the bad, first." Steele replied.
"HQ needs me and the BlackHawk back, so I gotta fly."
"Roger. Good news?"
"The information you requested on the Syracuse Case came in, I synched the case file to your phone for you."
"Thanks." Steele pulled out his phone to check. "And the great news?"
"Well, once Anubis popped up and gave us a location, we were able to pick Adolph up on a security camera from a couple hours ago and determined the direction he went."
"Nice work, which way?" Steele climbed up the ladder and pushed the hatch open.
"Oh, it gets better." Murphy laughed. "Thanatos and I had been trying to figure out how we would skip town off the radar if we needed to. Decided that hitching a ride on a semi, with or without the driver's knowledge, would be the best bet. So, I searched truck stops in range from where he was spotted, and.. check your phone."
"Alright..?" Steele brought the phone out and held it for Reaper and Morana to see as well, a video popped up, it was rather poor quality security camera footage, but it was pretty clearly a black wolf stowing in to a large sewer pipe on a semi trailer. "Good work, Murph."
"I just got done figuring out the trucking company that belongs to, and I put in a request for the tracking information for that truck." Murphy replied. "As well, Thanatos has the feeds incoming from a series of traffic cameras, with software searching for that truck."
"Excellent work, guys."
"Speaking of Thanatos..." Reaper indicated to Sleipnir hovering beside the over pass with the back open and ropes hanging down. "Looks like our ride is here."
"All aboard!" Thanatos called. "I've got us a hit on our truck, shouldn't take us long to catch up."
\* \* \*
*I10E near Palm Springs, CA*
Adolph stretched inside the concrete pipe he'd stowed away in, it was mid afternoon by the look of it, so he gathered he had only dozed for a couple hours. The events of the last twenty four hours were wearing on him, between being shot, the stunt with the bus, and the motorcycle.. he hurt. He only hoped that he had enough of a lead on CLAWS, and that Rain was well on her way to being away from the whole mess.
He sighed, staring at the hair tie on his wrist. It all felt so familiar. His mind wandered back to Lorelei..
*That morning, the mistress had beaten them both for no other reason than Lorelei had snuggled up to him to sleep. He took the brunt of the beating, intentionally diverting the mistress' rage to himself. Not that it did much to him, the crop left welts and drew blood a time or two, but pain only served to strengthen his resolve. Unlike Lorelei, he could tell every day she was getting closer to breaking.*
*Throughout the day, the mistress continued in rare form. It seemed something had upset her, and she was taking it out on her 'pets', all of them. The abused carried over in to her standard 'use' of Adolph, repeated beatings with the crop or shocks from his collar for no real reason.*
*Finally he snapped. The events that transpired blurred in his mind, he tried to forget them. He remembered the feeling of the mistress pinned beneath him, the shock collar going off against his neck.. Lorelei whimpering in the other room as her collar was linked to his. He remembered the feeling of the mistress breaking, the look of sheer terror in her eyes when she realized she was no longer in control and was to be his play thing. He dreaded the memory of how incredible the power felt, and how good her blood tasted.*
*When he finally finished with her, she lay broken beneath him, dead inside.. the same way she had broken so many before him. Her face was blank and emotionless, but her eyes had the look of someone awaiting the sweet release of death.*
*He had wrapped his collar around her neck, and tucked the remote back in to her hand, giving her a dark smile, before finding Lorelei and removing her collar.*
*"I'm sorry." He whispered to her and turned away. As he heard the mistress activate the shock collar, he smiled and took off at a run, his only goal getting as far from the mansion as possible before authorities caught wind of what had happened.*
Here he was again, giving up everything to protect the one he cared about. For a moment he wondered what had happened to Lorelei. He would probably never know, but he liked to hope she had been taken in by someone who actually cared about her and treated her well.
He perked an ear, catching the sound of CLAWS aircraft over the roar of the wind through the tube. He hoped they were just passing over head, but he knew it to be unlikely. This was not an ideal location to fight, but that might give him an advantage.
A moment later, a large figure swung in to the pipe with him. For a moment he stared at the newcomer, a cyborg.. apparently created to be able to compete with Beasts. This would be fun.
"You would be Adolph." The Cyborg said, making it more a statement than a question. "I am Anubis, I am here to send you on to the afterlife. I do not suppose you would be interested in a peaceful execution?"
"Hmph." Adolph smirked. "How about you just throw yourself out of the tube and we tell your bosses I kicked your ass?"
"They would find that doubtful."
"Then.." Adolph sighed. "I guess we fight."
"We do." Anubis smiled, leaping at Adolph with a growl, long metal claws extending from his fingertips.
Adolph calmly spun around in a kick, his foot colliding with the cyborg's torso and sending him staggering back. Pounces only work on an unaware or startled foe, Adolph was neither. He pushes the offensive with a growl.
The two traded strikes for what felt like an eternity, nearly evenly matched. Anubis was slightly faster, but Adolph was tougher and a more intelligent fighter, both covered in superficial wounds.. minor bleeding, but nothing that would even require stitches.
".. You are fun!" Anubis growled, briefly pinning Adolph to the side of the pipe and trying to headbutt him, only managing the put a crack in the pipe as Adolph ducked beneath it and kicked him away. "I have not been so challenged in years!"
Adolph shook his head, trying to find an opening for dealing with this hybrid. A soft 'twang' interrupted his thoughts, and a small dart went narrowly by his head and punching in to Anubis' shoulder. He turned briefly, seeing a plain looking woman with a small crossbow at the other end of the pipe.
".. Morana." Anubis, pulling the dark out. "You missed him."
"Sorr-" The woman began to reply but was cut short by Adolph charging her, grabbing a hold of the top edge of the pipe and kicking her out of the pipe while flipping himself to the top of the pipe.
Adolph looked up, the CLAWS craft was just above him, before he could take an action though a blur of black came flying out, landing on another pipe on the truck. A tall, thin man in a black cloak stood before him, spinning a scythe out from under his cloak.
"You will pay for what you did to Orcus, and Morana." The cloaked man said, calm as death itself.
"Get in line." Adolph sighed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Anubis climbing out of the pipe. He moved in to get inside the range of the scythe, forcing the tall man backwards. The scythe moved like lightning though, several times coming close enough to nick Adolph, while he couldn't get a solid strike on him.
Adolph ducked aside, making the risky move of swinging back in to the final pipe on the truck, the man with the scythe following him down, but finding the quarters too close to use the scythe, forcing him to engage Adolph unarmed and quickly finding himself outmatched.
Adolph caught the man with a solid punch to the chest, followed by slamming his head in to the side of the pipe, before flipping back to the outside of the pipe just as Anubis climbed in to it. Atop the pipe, Adolph noticed the aircraft pulling away as he tore through the lashings holding the pipes in place.
As Adolph jumped back on to a pipe still in place, Anubis leaped from the falling pipe to tackle Adolph, pinning him to the pipes.. until the truck driver realize he lost part of his load and slammed on the breaks, causing Adolph and Anubis to tumble forward.
The two wrestled for control for a moment, which ended with Anubis holding Adolph in a choke hold. Adolph could see the aircraft swing around and a sniper scope poking out the side.
"I have a shot." A voice came over Anubis' com.
"Take it." Anubis growled.
"Thanatos, do not take that shot!" Steele's voice came over the com.
"Kill the fucker!" Morana came over, sounding in great pain.
Adolph smirked. He knew the same scene would be playing in Steele's head as they argued whether or not to take the shot.
*"It's not clear!" A female voice came over Tomahawk's com while Tomahawk held Adolph in a partial lock.*
*"Jezibel, take the shot!" Steele's voice ordered.*
*Adolph heard the minute sound of the rifle mechanism over Tomahawk's com, and twisted, pulling Tomahawk around even as the bullet fired. He could feel the force of the bullet hitting Tomahawk, as the scent of blood filled the air. The woman's voice screamed over the com...*
"Take the shot!" Anubis ordered.
Adolph smirked as he heard the rifle mechanism over Anubis' com, deja-vu. He pulled forward, flipping Anubis in front of him to block the bullet, there was a dull 'thump' as the bullet burst apart on impact with Anubis' body, blood filled the air.
".. well played.." Anubis coughed, losing his hold on Adolph. He looked almost pleased with this outcome.
Adolph grabbed Anubis' com, before dropping off the stopped truck to get out of the snipers line of sight.
"Two down," He growled in to the com. "Four to go. Should have listened to Steele, Thanatos."
"Burn in hell!" The man with the scythe screamed at him, flipping the scythe around to point the end at him, there was the sound of a gunshot and a bullet tore past Adolph, grazing his shoulder.
It took Adolph a moment to realize the scythe was the gun, and that it's wielder was still off balance from his little ride. He charged the scythe wielding man, just body slamming him to the pavement.
"I warned you.." Adolph growled. "How many more do I have to kill before you people leave me alone?"
"You're a monster." The man spat at him. "The more you kill, the more of us will come, and we will kill-"
Adolph cut him short by slamming his head in to the pavement to knock him out, he could see the sniper lining up another shot, and opted against finishing the job. He ducked under the stopped truck, and took off at a run, really hoping they would stop to regroup before coming at him again.
He realized a moment later that he'd had to abandon his bag at the truck, leaving him with just the cash he had in his pocket and no supplies at all, not even a first aid kit, which he would need next time he stopped. He would have to solve that issue later.
Chapter 8
*Banning, CA*
"What's our status?" Reaper asked, sitting in a hospital bed. Next to Anubis he'd taken the worst of it from the fight, nurses said he was lucky to have survived at all.
"HQ has offered to send in backup." Steele replied. "They're saying it will be about a week though, all teams are currently deployed."
"Not acceptable." Reaper nodded. "We already lost a day because of that clusterfuck yesterday. How are Thanatos and Morana?"
"Thanatos is fine, still a little sore.. and a bit shaken from shooting Anubis, but he's handling it better than I expected. Morana is on some good anti-inflammatory painkillers, beaten to hell but in damn good shape considering she got kicked out of a truck going about sixty."
"Doctors said they want to keep me for observation until tomorrow" Reaper said. "But they understand the circumstances so we can gather here to plan our next move."
"Back at HQ I have Murph trying to track Adolph down for us."
"Good." Reaper nodded again. "Hey Steele.. got a favor to ask you?"
"Yeah?"
"Back home, I've got a girl.. if I don't make it through this mission, can you make that call for me? Anubis was going to...."
"Some Marine, get a concussion and you start thinking you're going to die.." Steele laughed. ".. seriously though, I can do that.. I've made that call a few too many times."
"Thank you. Now, let's get the team together and figure out our plan of action."
"Sounds good." Steele hit his com, calling Thanatos and Morana in.
"We need a plan." Reaper said once the other two were present. "We can't keep chasing him, that puts the fight on his terms and his terrain. We need to make the fight on our terms.. how do we do that?"
"Can we anticipate where he's going to go?" Morana asked.
"Not really." Steele replied. "We have been trying to do that for two years, and the closest we came I now think is bullshit. The nineteen rape/murder cases we thought were him, I no longer believe they were his work. Even if they were, the pattern I had worked out is broken by him coming to Lancaster. I've got Murphy trying to locate him now, but that's a hard task."
"What about weaknesses?" Reaper asked.
"None that I know of." Steele replied.
".. I may have one." Thanatos said. "Anyone besides me notice the yellow hair tie on his wrist?"
"Not really.." Reaper shook his head.
"Well, being observant is why you have me around." Thanatos chuckled. "Both on the freeway, and on the truck, he had a yellow hair tie wrapped around his wrist. I had been trying to figure out why, since he doesn't have hair to pull back.
"Then it struck me.. I have a picture of my girlfriend in my wallet, Reaper has his locket with his fiancee's picture, Orcus always had a picture of his son.."
"Yeah," Reaper nodded. "We all have pictures of those we love, what's your point?"
"Wolves are a heavily scent focused creature." Thanatos said. "That hair tie would smell like it's owner, most likely Rain.. it's basically his 'picture' of her. He likely grabbed it on his way out the door."
"So Rain probably knows more than she told Anubis." Morana said.
"Most likely." Thanatos nodded.
"Raise the heat a little." Reaper replied. "Pick her up, we'll put some pressure on her to tell us where Adolph was going to meet her. Do we know where she is?"
"No, but we can find her." Morana replied.
"Do it." Reaper nodded. "Morana, you and Thanatos pick her up when you figure out where she is. Steele, can you find us a good base of operations, since the BlackHawk had to go back to HQ?"
"Sure." Steele nodded. He hated getting Rain further involved, but he knew Adolph cared for her. Of course, he has to wonder if invoking the beasts direct ire by messing with his 'pack' was a good move or not.
\* \* \*
*Quartzsite, AZ*
Adolph awoke in an old abandoned hotel room, a glance at the boarded up windows showed no light coming through. He wondered how long he had slept, probably at least eight hours considering the last couple days- he needed it, and no telling when he would have the good fortune of finding an abandoned hotel to sleep in.
He wondered if he wanted to risk a truck stop again. He'd taken enough of a risk stealing a medical bag from an ambulance in Blythe. On the other hand though, trekking across that desert on foot was hell.
Slipping out of his temporary lodgings in to the darkness, he glanced around the ghost town of a 'city', if not for the freeway running through it, it wouldn't be around anymore. As it was, most of the businesses were barely hanging on, and many had gone under. Increased speed limits and hydrogen cell cars had taken their toll on towns like this. That worked for Adolph though, the town was dark and quiet, a glow came from the businesses by the freeway, but very little else.
"Stay here a while." He muttered to himself, stalking the streets looking for a viable source of food, preferably with minimal human interaction. "Minimal chance for collateral damage if they catch up to me, I'll have time to get a feel for the terrain.. other than there's minimal cover from air the air.. will have to see."
He found what he was hoping for, the grocery store that served the residents of Quartzsite, and more importantly, it's dumpster. He quickly recovered an assortment of food that while having past what humans called 'bad', was still more than acceptable.
If he was going to stick around Quartzsite, he would need to get a stock of food and supplies. He figured he would work on trying to rebuild his 'bug out' bag, to an extent at least, before he moved on.
\* \* \*
*Red Bluff, CA*
Rain sat in a quiet coffee shop, drinking a strong espresso. She hadn't slept other than briefly on the bus ride up. She looked down again at the paper, a strange accident on the I10 had killed four people, she couldn't help but wonder if Adolph was in some way responsible for a semi truck losing a huge chunk of sewer pipe.
She sighed, rising to leave the coffee shop, she just wished this hell to be over. Part of her wished she had never even run in to Adolph, then her life would just be miserable, not a miserable unpredictable chaos.
Looking about, she saw the lights of a truck stop and headed for it, hoping to hitch a ride .. anywhere but here. After a moment of waiting around, she saw a trucker that looked promising, a middle aged woman, southern girl by the look of her, driving alone.
"Excuse me.." She approached the woman, taking advantage of her disheveled appearance from lack of sleep. "I hate to be a bother.. but I .. I just need to get out of this town. You think I could hitch a ride.. however far you're willing to take me? I have money, I can pay if you need it."
"You look like you have troubles, hun." The woman replied, she had a slight southern accent, looking her over. "Needing to get out of town in a hurry an' not caring where to.. what's got ya on the run?"
"I.. uh.." Rain hesitated a little, looking at the ground, "It's my 'boyfriend'... I had to get out, and he'll come looking for me.. I can't take it anymore."
"Oh! You poor dear!" The lie worked like a charm. "I've been there before, only I married the bastard. He'd get to drinking an' he'd get mean.. thought I could change him, hah! Took me a while to get out of that one.. part of why I drive a truck now, makes it harder for him to track me down.. So I got this load going to Spokane, you're welcome at least that far hun."
"Thank you, ma'am." Rain smiled, she hated lying, but the truth would just sound crazy.
"It's Reba, got a name?"
"Rain."
"Well Rain," Reba said, detaching the hydrogen line and climbing in to the cab, "hop in. We got a long stretch of dark road to put between you an' that abuse."
"Thank you." Rain climbed in to the cab of the truck and settled in. The long drive was initially filled with idle small talk that she barely noticed, until she finally drifted to sleep somewhere near Redding.
Some time later she awoke to the truck stopping. At first she figured Reba was just stopping for food or sleep, until she realized the cab was flooded with white light, like a floodlight.
"Sorry for the trouble," A young man said, standing by Reba's door, "I am Agent Jason Reed of the FBI. I need you and your passenger to step out of the vehicle, please."
"What seems to be the issue, sir?" Reba asked, not opening her door just yet.
"Your passenger, ma'am," Reed replied, "she's wanted for assaulting an officer, and armed robbery."
"Bullshit!" Rain snapped. "You're not even FBI, are you?"
"This trouble maker with your ex, hun?" Reba asked, revving the trucks engine.
"I wouldn't advise doing anything stupid," Reed snapped, "I don't know what lies this little she-devil has told you, but I assure you she is dangerous. I've already lost two team trying to catch her, and we're authorized to use lethal force on her *and anyone aiding her*, so think good and hard before you give me cause to shoot you."
"Go to he-" Reba started.
"You've done enough Reba." Rain cut her off with a sigh, opening her door. "I don't want you, or anyone else, getting hurt because of me. He's half right, I did lie to you.. it's not a boyfriend I'm running from, it's .. life, I haven't done anything, but I got caught in the middle of some chaos.. too many have already been hurt because of it, even innocent bystanders.. Most of them by this very organization."
"What?" Reba stared at her for a moment. ".. the heck is going on here?"
"The less you know, the better." Reed replied. "Just carry on, and forget about this whole thing."
"He's right." Rain nodded, stepping out of the truck. "I'm sorry for getting you involved at all."
"Alright. Not the weirdest thing I've ever run in to on the road. Good luck hun."
"Thank you for everything, Reba." Rain replied.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Reed stepped back from the truck, waving her on.
".. So," Rain said after Reba pulled away, "who the fuck are you, really, and what do you want with me?"
"I am Agent Thanatos of CLAWS." Reed replied.
"Th' fuck are 'claws'?"
"We are the people hunting that god forsaken wolf friend of yours."
"Friend? I was just tryi-"
"Save it!" Thanatos snapped. "We've figured out your little ruse. He's going to evade or kill us, and circle around to meet up with you somewhere, isn't he?"
"No."
"No? How am I supposed to believe that?"
"Why would he?" Rain snapped. "Isn't he supposed to be some kind of serial rapist and mass murderer? Th' hell would he want with me, aside from rape and or murder?"
".. I don't know lady." Thanatos growled. "How do you explain him having one of your hair ties around his wrist?"
"I don't know."
"Look, you can argue all you want.. but you are coming with me. You're going to answer to Reaper, and your Wolf has killed two of his team, and given the other three a bit of a beating.. so he's *not* happy."
"Yeah, sure. You're not getting me anywhere, asshole."
".. Morana?"
"Wha-" Rain started, slightly confused, before an arm wrapped around her neck, and a hand came up holding a rag with a slightly sweet chemical odor and pressed it to her face. Logic quickly told her it was Chloroform, she tried to pull away from her silent assailant without breathing.
"Quit fighting it." Morana said behind her, a cold edge to her voice. "It will go so much easier if you just relax and take a couple deep breathes."
Rain's only response was struggling, and flipping Morana off before elbowing her. Her efforts only earned her a solid punch to the stomach from Thanatos, knocking the wind out of her and forcing her to take a breath across the rag. She fought it a moment longer, her senses blurring and mind fogging until Thanatos took another swing, causing her to black out.
\* \* \*
*Banning, CA*
Rain slowly drifted to consciousness, for a moment wondering why she had such a headache. As her mind recalled the events on the highway, she realized she was handcuffed to a pole, in the middle of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, and apparently alone at the moment.
Pushing herself to her feet, she looked around, taking stock of her situation. Her right hand was cuffed to the pole, otherwise she was free to move about as she pleased. Her captors had ensured that nothing was in arm, or leg, reach of her. Checking over her pockets she found them empty, so unless she chewed her own hand off she was probably stuck here for a while.
"You're finally awake." Agent Steele said, walking in to the room. "Good, I was concerned that they'd drugged you a little too heavily."
".. Th' fuck do you want?" She snapped.
"What do I want?" He laughed. "I want to go home to Montana, report this case finally fucking closed, tell my friends that I've put the monster who ruined or ended their lives to rest, take Murphy to a bar to celebrate, and find a couple of cute girls to take home..
"But instead, I'm stuck here in California, chasing a slippery bastard who has already killed two more of my friends.. and I find out that the woman who seemed so nice and helpful, and so scared of the monster her 'friend' really is, apparently still cares about him, and even could have informed me of his location before he caused eight civilian casualties."
"Of course I was scared, you painted him as far more a monster than he really is."
"I tell you he raped twenty women, and you think I'm lying. He tells you he didn't and you believe him. Would a rapist really admit it?"
"He admitted to one." Rain snapped. "Fully, openly admits to everything he did to her. Did you ever stop to ask yourself *why* he raped his owner?"
"He was created to cause death and destruction, Rain." Steele sighed. "That's what he was made for, and he's male, in the midst of his assault he realizes that she could provide him with a lot more fun than just the carnage."
"Then why didn't he kill the rest of her pets?"
"That's irrelevant." Steele growled. "What is relevant now, Rain, is that we know for a fact he's raped one woman and killed six people. Not to mention caused the death of an additional eight civilians.
"What is also relevant is that you somehow seem immune to his carnage. You seem to like him, and he seems to care about you." Steele paused for moment, pacing around her. "Now, Reaper and his men think you're actually an accomplice of some form in this, maybe that you're even the one in control. I personally don't think so, because I've been on this case a lot longer than them.
"I think you managed to trigger something in that beast to give him a soft spot for you. I think you're still scared and confused and don't know exactly what is going on. I also think that you probably don't even know where he's gone, he's smart enough to know we'd get you. He probably told you he would call you, or would find you, am I right?"
".. He said he'd find me, yeah."
"Hmm. How would he find you, I wonder?"
"I wondered the same thing."
"So we have an issue here, Rain..." Steele sighed. "I need you to tell me everything Adolph told you before he left. Maybe there is something that we can use, so I don't have to turn you over to Reaper . I should tell you something about Reaper, he was a Marine.. his interrogation techniques aren't polite conversations like mine."
"He said he was going east. That's it."
"All he said was east, really? That's the best you can give me?"
"He told me to head north, stay low for a while." Rain sighed. "Said he would head east and if he evaded capture he'd come for me."
"Where were you headed, anyways?"
".. the driver I hitched a ride with was headed to Spokane. I probably would have stayed there for a little while."
"Why Spokane?"
"Because that's where her load was headed."
"Why her?"
"Lone middle age woman trucker." Rain laughed. "First, being a woman she's less likely to demand .. unreasonable payment for hitching a ride. Second, she looked like a good target for the 'abusive boyfriend' story to cover up my need to get out of town quickly and quietly, with no specific destination."
"You're good, I'll give you that." Steele chuckled.
"Yeah. Look, if you're satisfied with my story, can I leave now?"
"No can do, sorry. Reaper still wants to have a talk with you. I think he's got plans for you even if you don't know anything."
".. just fucking great." Rain snapped. "So not only does your little organization hunts and kills Beasts just because they happen to be Beasts, but you also kidnap innocent bystanders when you can't do your own fuckin' job?"
"Have it your way.." Steele shrugged, walking off.
"So you're our trouble maker's queen, eh?" A tall thin man stalked in to the room, looking pretty beaten up and leaning on a scythe. Rain guessed this would be 'Reaper'. "I really expected more trouble catching you."
"Queen? Th' hell are you on about?"
"Mistress, owner, whatever." He shrugged.
"No, I don't own him." Rain snapped.
"That's not what the police report says."
"I told the cops that so they wouldn't chase Adolph."
"Sure, sure." He smiled and nodded. "Do you want to know what I think?"
"No, but you're going to tell me anyways."
"Perceptive, I like that. Anyways, I think you've owned Adolph since he vanished from the breeding facility three years ago. You take some kind of perverse pleasure in watching the beast rape and murder women, so you find him the targets.. then sit there and watch, masturbating while he has his way with helpless women."
".. Where the hell do you get that?"
"It fits."
"Fits what?"
"Enough facts that I can convince a judge to throw you in prison for the rest of your life." Reaper gave her a wicked grin. "If that's not enough, I can also make you the mastermind behind his other killings, too. If you were to tell me where to find him, we might be more prone to believe that you're just an innocent bystander..."
"I just told Steele, I don't know where he is."
"Sure, sure. Look, just make this easier on all of us. I don't want to have to get Morana involved in the questioning."
"He's in Istanbul!" Rain snapped. "How the fuck am I supposed to know where he went?"
"Here I was trying to be polite." He moved in, backhanding her hard enough to send her sprawling. "Last chance, bitch.. just tell us where he is or how to get in touch with him, and your life will be a hell of a lot easier."
"If I knew, I'd tell you." Rain growled, pushing back to her feet. "Just so I could watch him kill every last one of your fucking assholes."
".. Morana, see if you can get anything more out of her." Reaper turned to walk away.
"Gladly." Morana's voice came from behind Rain just before she felt a fine cut across her back, slicing through her shit and barely in to her skin.
\* \* \*
"Steele," Reaper said, walking back in to the front room, leaving Morana with Rain in the warehouse. "any thoughts on how we find Adolph? She's being very uncooperative."
"I've got Murph trying to track him down," Steele replied, trying to ignore the sounds from the warehouse. He was not a fan of torture as a means of getting information, especially when they probably didn't have any, anyways. "There's a lot of places he could have gone though."
"What do we know so far?"
"In Blythe an ambulance reported it's medical bag stolen, timing was right it could have been him. The tracking device was found in the Colorado river. Could have been him, because he was pretty beaten after the fight outside Banning and we forced him to abandon his bag."
"If we assume it was him, how far could he have gotten?"
".. It's been about a day and a half." Steele paused, thinking. "We know he hadn't slept much in a few days. We assume he's on foot. He probably stopped in Blythe to patch up, get some sleep and some new supplies. Presuming he didn't backtrack, he could be in the Phoenix metro, almost up to Flagstaff, even possibly in Las Vegas. Plus anywhere in between. That's assuming he didn't hitch a ride on a semi again."
"Shit," Reaper muttered. "That's a lot of assumptions, and a lot of ground to cover even then."
"Yeah. What's your plan, anyways?"
"We use the girl as bait, get him on our terms and take him out."
".. Trick is letting him know we have her."
"Yeah."
"What about her?"
"She's been helping him, she'll be tried as an accomplice and probably spend a few years in prison."
"That's a little harsh, don't you think?"
"A little harsh?" Reaper growled. "After her friend killed two of my men?!"
".. point taken." Steele sighed, he'd try to talk some sense in to Reaper once Adolph had been dealt with. "Let me take Sleipnir out, I can see if I can help Murph in the search, and when I find him I can try to get him to come back peacefully. If he believes we have Rain, he will probably want to do as little as possible to endanger her."
"What's to say he won't kill you?"
"If he cares about her, he won't risk it."
"Will he believe we have her?"
"He should," Steele eyed the pile of Rain's belongings on the table, and picked up her ring, "I'll take this though, for proof. She wouldn't let this go easily."
"Alright. Good luck."
"Thanks." Steele rose, sparing a glance in to the warehouse he saw Rain now naked and covered in small cuts, being pinned to the pole by Morana who was almost sensually running the tip of her dagger over Rain's breast. ".. I'm gonna need it."
Heading out, he called up the information on the Syracuse case again. There was one thing he had to look in to before he could go forward, before he could decide which was the lesser evil. He found the new information he'd requested, and with it he could hopefully find the answers to a very unpleasant question. The screen switched over to an incoming call.
"Yeah Murph, did you find him?"
"Not unless he could be in Michigan?" Murphy replied.
"Not bloody likely, why?"
"You know that serial rapist we assumed was Adolph?" Murphy asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Well, he struck again, in Battle Creek, Michigan. Report came in about an hour ago, victim has been dead about twelve hours."
"So it's not Adolph." Steele sighed. "He was southern California forty eight hours ago. Unless he flew, there's no way."
"Yeah."
"Do me a favor, search through the security cameras at Blythe truckstops, see if he got caught on one. I don't think it's him, but we need to find him."
"Roger."
"Thank Murph."
"Any time." Murpy replied before hanging up.
Climbing in to the cockpit, Steele called up the navigation system and looking at overhead maps and trying to figure out where Adolph would be. He would probably be hiding out a couple days to recover and resupply.
"He probably wouldn't stay in Blythe, too obvious if he stole the medical bag." He fired the engines up, recalling the times he'd flown through Arizona on the bike. "Phoenix and Vegas are a little far to go, especially on foot through that desert. There's that little shit-hole town though, just inside Arizona. Place is barely hanging on, has a lot of abandoned buildings, and mostly shuts down at night.. Good place to lay low, come out at night to resupply."
Setting the autopilot for Quartzsite, he called back up the Syracuse case information, and looked over the list of where the victim's Beasts had gone. Finding the one he needed, he hit the listed phone number to call.
"This is Martinez." The man on the other end answered on the second ring.
"Officer David Martinez?"
"This is he," Martinez replied. "and you are?"
"My name is Alexander Steele, I am with CLAWS. I don't know if you remember me from the nasty business in Syracuse two years ago?"
"Steele? Naw, don't think I met you. I remember that case, all too well though. How can I help you?"
"Hard case to forget." Steele replied. "I'm doing some follow up fact checking on it. According to records, you took custody of one of the victim's Beasts? A female canine modeled after German Shepherds?"
"Lorelei, yeah.. why?"
"If you still have her, I would actually like to speak to her."
"She lives here still yeah." He sound slightly offended. "Let me see if she wants to speak with you."
"Thank you." He could hear a muffled conversation on the other end.
"... Hi.." A distinctly female canine voice came on the line, she sounded rather uneasy about talking to him. "David said you wanted to talk to me about.. .."
"I had some questions about Adolph."
".. You.. what? Why?"
"There are some inconsistencies in our information, and clearing things up could greatly help with the case."
"You still haven't caught him?" She sounded relieved.
"No, we have not." Steele replied. "I was wondering what you can tell me about him."
"... uhm.." She tried to muffle the phone, but didn't do a very good job. "David.. he's asking about Adolph.. can I tell the truth, please?
"He's not a monster." She came back, sounding more confident than she had before. "He was kind to me, to all of us. He suffered *her* wrath quietly, he would even divert it away from the others, especially me, because *she* hadn't broken me yet. *She* tried everything to break him, to the point of punishing others for his actions.
"And *she* would.." She paused for a moment. ".. make us do things to entertain and pleasure her. Adolph was her favorite..."
"Just to be clear," Steele interrupted, he was disturbed by what he heard, and wanted to make absolutely certain it wasn't just his dirty mind, "she would routinely use her Beasts as sex toys?"
"..yeah.." She sounded uneasy again. "It wasn't just *her.* *She* purchased me for .. the 'boys', her three normal dogs."
"That's just.. sick." He shook his head, sickened that he thought that such a cruel person was the victim. "I realize it may be unpleasant, but.. what happened the day Adolph killed her?"
"*She*.. killed herself. After Adolph was done with her..." She trailed off.
"Look, Steele, you're a guy." Martinez came back on the phone. "Imagine yourself held captive by a woman who rides your cock several times a day, but never lets you cum. That's what she put Adolph through, on top of the abuse and trying to break his will.
"The day she died, she had been worse than normal. 'Punishing' them all for any little thing that she imagined, and Adolph was no exception. Finally, she was in the middle of going for her daily ride, and he just.. took over.
"I'm not saying it was right, but I can understand how it would happen. When he was done, he put his shock collar on her, and left her to decide what to do with herself."
".. I see, thank you." Steele replied.
"I know you have a job to do.. but.. unless he's committed some other heinous crimes, can't you let this one go?"
"He's killed four CLAWS agents, and caused the deaths of several civilians."
"Probably because you were chasing him."
"Because he raped and killed a woman."
".. We've been over that."
"We have." Steele replied. "I have a job to do though. Thank you for your time."
He hung up before Martinez could reply. He couldn't give law enforcement any indication of a
CLAWS agent wavering. People needed to trust CLAWS to keep them safe, which was why he now had to do something that went against the very fiber of his being.
Chapter 9
*Quartzsite, AZ*
The sound of footsteps roused Adolph from his dozing. He sniffed the air, catching Steele's scent. It seemed he had come alone, that didn't make sense. He grabbed his bag and readied himself. The one weakness to motel rooms is they seldom had another way out. He assumed Steele would have a sniper covering him.
"Adolph," Steele rapped on the door. "I came to talk. The Alphas have taken Rain, and they're torturing her for information she doesn't have."
"Think you can lure me out in to a trap that way, Steele?"
"It's not a trap. They want me to tell you that it's a trade, you come in and they'll release her."
"If it's not a trap, go ahead and come in." Adolph growled, readying himself.
"Alright." He sounded scared, hesitating a moment before he open the door slowly and walked through, hands held where visible. Sidearm still holstered, though something in his hand caught Adolph's attention. "I'm alone. If you want to kill me, go ahead.. but it will probably just make things worse for Rain."
"Why did you come?" He growled, stalking towards Steele, recognizing Rain's ring in his hand. "That's low even for you, kidnapping an innocent woman."
"I had no part in it."
"Then why are you here, why do you have her ring?"
"I'm here because I don't want them to hurt her anymore than you do, and I have her ring to make you realize they do have her."
"I can tell it's a trap, but I'll play your game for the moment." Adolph growled, snatching the ring from Steele. "You have her, and if I kill you it reduces my chance of saving her. What do you want?"
"Adolph, you challenged me to look back at your first murder." Steele sighed. "I did. I rechecked facts, I realized we were wrong about you and the serial rapist we've been dealing with.. I discovered why you killed your owner."
"Oh, really now?"
"You were protecting Lorelei."
"You.." Adolph paused. ".. is she safe?"
"She is. One of the cops who was assigned that crime scene took her in.. seems to treat her well."
"Good." He wished he could have run away with her, but at least she was safe now. "So what now?"
"That's up to you. The Alpha's have Rain in a warehouse in Banning. I can take you to them.. but they're expecting you."
"What will they do to her if I don't show up?"
"Hold her accountable for your actions, and either kill her or have her charged as an accomplice to what you've done."
"So, my options are let Rain suffer, or walk in to a deathtrap." Adolph sighed and shook his head. "I'll go with you Steele, on one condition."
"What?"
"I need you to give me your word, that no matter what happens, you do whatever it takes to keep Rain safe."
"Just keep them occupied long enough."
".. Why are you doing this, really?"
"Twenty years ago, I became a cop to protect people. Five years ago when I got recruited by CLAWS, I joined because I was told I would be protecting the world from cold blooded monsters. Over the last week, I have seen that my own organization is the cold blooded monsters, and that the Wolf I've been hunting for two years is only really guilty of trying to protect others.
"Besides. I still owe you for Murphy."
"We're not so different, you and I." Adolph chuckled, then handed Steele back the ring. "Make sure Rain gets this back, too. It was her engagement ring."
"I will." He pocketed the ring. "I've got their aircraft, it's not too long back to banning. Let's go."
"If we go like this they will suspect something is wrong. We can't tip them off, you're going to need me bound."
"Are you sure?" Steel asked. "That's just going to make it easier on them."
"Let me worry about that." He nodded. "Just worry about Rain."
"All right.. Cuffs and muzzle?"
"Works."
"I've been trying to figure out one thing though." Steele said as he got the restraints and cuffed Adolf's hands behind his back. "Why did you save Murphy?"
"Dying helplessly in a fire is no way for a warrior to go." Adolph replied, bending down to allow the muzzle to be fitted. "The explosions rattled the building and greatly weakened it's already unstable structure, but your man was bold. He kept pursuing, even as the fire began to rise around us. I made for a hasty exit, I simply didn't want to fight in that building figuring we would both end up dead.
"He missed a step, the floor gave beneath him which cause a beam to become unstable and fall after him. I saw him pinned there, trying to claw his way out.. I couldn't leave him to die that way.. when he dies, he deserves to die in battle."
".. You long for the fields of Valhalla, don't you?"
"Of all the religious mythologies I have read," He chuckled, climbing in to the passenger compartment of the aircraft, "yes, I identify most with the Norse."
"I'm not surprised." Steele nodded, swinging in to the cockpit and hitting the radio. "Reaper, I'm inbound with the cargo."
"Glad you found him, and he didn't kill you." Reapers voice came over the com.
Steele chuckled and fired the engines up, setting the autopilot for Banning.
\* \* \*
*Banning, CA*
Rain sat against the pillar, arms across her bare chest, doing her best not to move. The cuts didn't hurt too bad, as long as she didn't move. The woman, Morana, seemed to take pride in her work with blades.. and also seemed to take a rather perverse pleasure from inflicting pain. At least she had finally stopped tormenting her. Now she was all alone and left to wonder what exactly they were going to do to her.
"Guess what, bitch." Reaper stalked in to the room. "Your friend took the bait. Steele is on his way back with him now, which means you're going to get to watch us kill him, before we trow you in to a cage to rot for the rest of your life."
"Wrong." Rain glared at him. "I'm going to get to watch him kill you, and it will be mar-"
"Shut up, bitch!" Reaper back handed her, sending her sprawling to the side and breaking open several of the shallow cuts on her body. "We'll be ready for him.."
"Burn in hell, asshole."
".. hmm, you know I've been bouncing from job to job for a while." Reaper leered down at her naked body a moment before reaching down to grab her by the hair and pull her up. "On your knees, bitch."
"Nngh." Rain struggled to get to her knees, more cuts opening as she did so. She almost missed the bulge forming in Reaper's pants. "What more do you expect to get out of me, asshole?"
"Nothing, other than the only thing you're good for." He undid his pants, pulling his stiffening manhood out. "Here's the deal, bitch, be a good little slut and suck it and we're good.. try to bite it, I'll break your jaw and my cock goes up your ass."
".. and you call Adolph the rap-" Rain found her words cut off by his cock being shoved in to her mouth, she growled and tried to pull away but found he had a hold of her hair. She resisted the temptation to bite it and just let herself relax, she wouldn't fight him but she also wouldn't help him.
".. I said suck it, whore!" He jerked her head forward, slamming his manhood in to the back of her throat. "Don't make this worse for yourself."
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as she started to suck on the salty shaft in her mouth, working her tongue over the head as he thrust back and forth against her face. She knew there was very little chance that Adolph would best them all, and now resigned to her fate she decided it would be best to make this as easy on herself as possible.
"Mmm, that's a good girl." Reaper groaned, keeping his grip on her head, not letting her break away from his cock. "Maybe I'll keep you around for a while, make you work off your debts."
So many things to say burned in Rain's mind as she worked his shaft and found herself wondering which would be worse, prison or this asshole. She flicked her tongue across the tip, tasting the pre oozing forth, earning herself a groan of pleasure as he started to thrust harder.
"Heh, wondered how long that would take." Thanatos laughed, walking in to the warehouse and leaning against a crate, watching.
"Mm.. Pull up a hole, Thanatos." Reaper laughed, grinding his hips against Rain's face.
Rain shook her head and whimpered as she felt Thanatos' hand on her backside, then between her legs and pulling her rump up, causing her to lose balance and stagger forward, Reaper's cock slipping out of her mouth.
"I have a better idea." Reaper grinned, pulling Rain up by the hair until she was standing, then turning her to face Thanatos. ".. by the way, I lied, my cock was going to go in to your ass either way."
"Please.. don't.." Rain pleaded, barely able to stand, tears mixing with blood as they dripped from her face on to her chest.
".. Quit your whimpering!" Thanatos snapped, dropping his pants and wrapping his arms around her. "You're going to enjoy this, you little whore."
"Stop.." Rain whimpered, Reaper smacking her rump while Thanatos' hands moved to her thighs easily lifting her up and giving her no choice but to put her legs partway around him, her arms reflexively going around him to keep herself from falling.
"So eager." Thanatos chided her as he let her slide down, guiding her so his cock slid right in to her warm slit causing her to shudder and bite her lip. Her body reacting to the stimulus iin ways she didn't want.
Reaper pressed closer, breathing in her ear as he pressed the head of his cock against her back door, grunting as he thrust in to her without any lubricant aside from her saliva, eliciting a cry of pain, and renewed struggling.
".. Nng. Please.. stop." Rain cried, struggling against the unwanted penetration, face turning bright red as she grew wet from the stimulation of Thanatos rocking against her, obviously enjoying her humiliation almost as much as he enjoyed her tight hole.
"Heh. She's already dripping.." Thanatos laughed, thrusting harder against her, grinding her back against Reaper. "Mm.. I think she likes it, especially in the butt."
"Nn.." Reaper grunted, forcing his cock all the way in to her rear entrance, earning another cry of pain. "Don't know.. She's pretty fucking tight back here.. Bet it's virgin territory."
Rain did her best to ignore the two pricks, and their cocks inside her, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to put herself anyplace but there. The pain fading from her backside as her muscles started to relax, it wasn't quite 'virgin territory' but it had been a long time. The two men built up a rhythm, thrusting in unison. She bit back a moan, refusing to show any pleasure from this. Under other circumstances she would love it though.
Reaper's hands slide between Rain and Thanatos, finding her breasts and squeezing them roughly causing her to cry out, what would normally be unpleasant became excruciating due to all the fine cuts. His thrusting grew stronger, driving her against Thanatos' body.
Both men started thrusting faster, reaching the point where every thrust in she flet as if she would be crushed between their bodies, Reaper manhandling her tits while Thanatos' fingers tug in to her thighs. After a moment longer, their thrusting slowed slightly, she could feels their muscles tense as they pressed in to her. She only hoped they only had the stamina to go once.
"Mmm." Reaper chuckled as he pulled out with a slight 'pop'. "Not bad.. I think maybe we keep her for a while."
"Sounds fun." Thanatos nodded, lifting Rain off his manhood before dropping her to the ground with about as much thought as a used condom. "How do we explain that to the boss?"
Rain curled up on the ground where she lay, bleeding from more cuts than she could count and semen oozing from both holes. She just ignored the two as they pulled their pants back on and walked out of the warehouse, laughing about keeping her as a pet. All she could do was whimper and cry, and hope that death would find her before she could be forced in to such a life.
"Don't usually go for guy on girl.." Morana laughed, walking up to her. "But that was kinda hot. I wonder if I could sell the video online. What do you think, toy?"
"..." Rain barely even looked at Morana. "Die."
"Ooh, you're a feisty one." She gave a wicked grin, forcing Rain's legs apart. "Thing about those guys is they have no clue how to manipulate a woman's body.."
"Mmm.." Rain squirmed slightly, feeling the other woman's fingers slide between her lips, teasing the already aroused flesh.
".. Or maybe they just don't care. I like playing with it." Her fingers brushed delicately over Rain's clit. "I love making women scream..."
Rain couldn't help but grind her hips against Morana's hand, until her body just exploded with pain radiating from her crotch, causing her to scream, trying to pull away from Morana's hand.
".. Oh, I should have expressed, that was in pain.." Morana laughed, flicking one of Rain's nipples. ".. Stupid bitch. Shame the boys can't really keep you, you'd be fun to watch break.. Instead you're going to get to go to prison.. with a whole bunch of women like me.. "
\* \* \*
"Sure you're ready for this?" Steele called back from the cockpit.
"Yes." Adolph nodded, he had worked the chain on the cuffs to the point he could snap it. He was done running and hiding, he was prepared to die a warriors death, and maybe if he was lucky Valkyries would carry him to Valhalla. "Just worry about your part."
"Got it." Steele nodded, setting the craft down in the parking lot outside a rundown warehouse. "Reaper will take you on front and center, Thanatos will be hiding in the rafters, so keep moving. Morana is a ghost, she's slippery and will vanish and appear as she pleases."
"Good to know." Adolph replied, letting Steele pull him out of the aircraft by the muzzle "For what it's worth Steele, I am sorry for your team."
".. They were doing their job, you were trying to live." Steele shrugged. "I do wish I had met you under other circumstances."
Once they got through the empty front office of the warehouse, the first thing to hit Adolph was the smell, the warehouse smelled like blood, sex and, Rain, he growled viciously, then he saw her, covered in blood and curled up naked on the floor. He could barely contain the urge to break the cuffs and run to her, instead he had to trust Steele to that. He saw Reaper standing front and center, and Thanatos in the rafters like Steele had said, rifle trained on him.
"I'm here." Adolph growled. "Now release the girl."
"How about.. no." Reaper laughed. "Steele, cover the girl, if the wolf does anything stupid shoot her."
".. alright." Steele nodded hesitantly, drawing his side arm and walking over to Rain.
"Let me just shoot the fucker now, boss." Thatatos' voice came over the com.
"No no no.. that's too easy." Reaper laughed. "He killed Orcus and Anubis, he has to pay.. slowly. Shoot his ear."
"Gladly."
The sound of a rifle shot echoed through the warehouse, pain radiated through Adolph's head, centered on his ear.. he would have a new piercing if he survived this. He snapped the cuffs and charged Reaper, driving his claws in to the man's chest, then bounding off him, slipping behind crates from Thanatos. He spared a glance, seeing Steele lifting Rain off the ground to carry her out of the warehouse.
"Steele! The fuck are you doing?!" Reaper shouted. "Thanatos, kill them both!"
Before Thanatos could get a bead on Steele, Adolph came out from behind the crate, hurling a rock (that had probably been chucked through a window some time ago) at Thanatos, clipping his scope with the satisfying sound of broken glass, and buying Steele the time to get out of the warehouse.
"We'll worry about them later." Reaper spun his scythe around, training the rifle barrel on Adolph. "In the mean time, kill him."
"You're welcome to try!" Adolph roared, tearing the muzzle off as he took off at a run through the warehouse, moving haphazardly, narrowly avoiding several shots from Reaper, and one from Thanatos, he leaped in to the rafters next to Thanatos. "Boo."
Before Thanatos could swing the rifle around, Adolph had snatched it from his hands and hurled it to the ground with a growl.
A scent caught Adolph off guard, a split second before a deep cut appeared in his side. He rounded, but his assailant was already gone. She was good. He dropped from the rafters before Reaper could line up another shot at him.
He could smell Morana again, and started moving, sweeping around the warehouse in an erratic arc at a full run, closing the distance on Reaper, forcing him to switch to the blade on his scythe. Strikes came quickly from the scythe, several catching Adolph with superficial cuts on the arms or legs, until he realized the pattern of strikes, catching the haft mid swing and punching Reaper in the gut.
Morana had caught up with him again, another deep cut, this time in his thigh. He released the scythe and swept his arm in a wide arc, colliding with Morana even as she was pulling away and sending her sprawling, she had to be dealt with first.
Disregarding Reaper for the moment, Adolph turned to chase after Morana. She had gotten to her feet, but didn't have time to vanish before he was on top of her, growling like a feral animal, claws swiping across her, tearing through clothes and flesh alike and setting her staggering back.
A gunshot rang out, immediately followed by a ricochet, Adolph turned to see Thanatos had recovered his rifle, but apparently the impact had messed with the sighs. The distraction earned him a knife in the stomach though, pulling his attention back to Morana.
"That.. was for Anubis, asshole." She had a slightly crazed grin, drawing a second knife. "This one is for Orcus."
Adolph caught her arm mid-stab with a growl and bent it the wrong direction, earning a very satisfying scream as broken bone tore through her skin. Picking her up by the neck, he threw her at Reaper, letting his claws tear through her throat as she left his hand, leaving a spray of blood through the air.
"Scheiße!" Adolph growled as another gunshot rang out, this one grazing his arm. He rounded on Thanatos, hurling a small crate at him which provided enough of a distraction to let him cover the distance, slamming in to Thanatos and bowling him to the ground. He could smell Rain on him. ".. you raped her..."
"Rape? She was beg-" His response was cut off by a scream as Adolph drive the knife he'd been stabbed with through Thanatos' wrist, severing the tendons that control the fingers.
"You're lucky Reaper is still alive." Adolph growled, picking up Thanatos' rifle and leveling it point blank to the sniper's crotch with a wicked grin. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Adolph pulled the trigger, turning away. He knew the sniper would die of shock or blood loss soon enough.
"Just you and me.." He laughed, turning towards Reaper as he cast the rifle aside. "Don't suppose you want to call it a draw and hunt me for two years, eh?"
"Burn in hell." Reaper snapped, spinning the scythe, leveling the rifle barrel at Adolph, only to find himself out of ammo.
".. guess not." Adolph moved towards Reaper, he could feel himself slowing, he'd lost a lot of blood. Reaper was also moving slower though.
Reaper discarded the spare clip, and moved in to meet Adolph in melee, scythe spinning in a new strike pattern, it just never stopped moving, keeping Adolph on the defensive this time.
"Even if you beat me.." Adolph laughed, backing away from Reaper, able to keep back from the scythe, but unable to get an opening to strike. "You still lose. I destroyed your team. I destroyed your reputation.. and Steele knows what you did... heh.. if you hadn't brought Rain in.. you probably would have won.."
"I'll be satisfied with killing you, fucker." Reaper laughed. "Besides, then I track down Steele, put a bullet in the old man's head.. and while I'm at it, I'll fuck Rain a few more times, just for you. Her ass is just so fuckable and ti-"
"Enough!" Adolph snarled, disregarding the scythe and suddenly pressing the attack. He took a nasty gash to the leg in the process, but swept a clawed hand up across Reaper's face, leaving a trio of tears, one right across his eye.
"Fuck! My eye you son of a bitch!" He swing the scythe wildly.
The wild swing clipped Adolph harmlessly as he swept around behind Reaper growling as grabbed Reaper's right arm, tearing through skin and muscles with claws before kicking him forward to his hands and knees.
"Nng.. Go ahead... finish it.." Reaper coughed, reaching for his sidearm.
"Oh no, too easy." Adolph laughed, picking up the scythe. "You have to pay.. slowly."
"Suit yourself.." Reaper rolled to the side, bringing his sidearm up, only to find it, and his hand, removed by his own scythe, staring for a moment in shock.
".. On second thought, you're not worth the time." Adolph growled, sweeping the scythe like a golf club between Reaper's legs, slicing him open from crotch to sternum, spilling entrails to the floor and filling the air with a number of unpleasant odors. "Ekelhaft."
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The sight of Rain's condition disgusted Steele, serving well to remove any doubt he had that he'd gone with the lesser evil. He'd barely had the time to un-cuff her before the chaos started, still he got her safely out of the warehouse.
"Let me go! Bastard!" Rain started thrashing half way to Sleipnir. "Please.. just.. let me go."
"I'm trying to help you, Rain." He replied, though she seemed to not hear and kept thrashing about and hitting him until he set her down on her feet.
"..." She was clearly thrown off by being let go, but didn't let it set long and tried to run from him. Making it all of five steps before she collapsed, weak from blood loss.
"I'm sorry Rain." He circled around to step in front of her, offering her his hand. "I had no idea what they would do to you. I thought they wanted information, not petty vengeance. They crossed a line Rain, it makes me sick that I considered them allies. I made a vow a long time ago to protect people from monsters like them."
".. what now, then?" She eyed him warily, shifting to try and cover herself as best she could.
"Now?" He shook his head with a sigh, unbuttoning his shirt to hand it to her. ".. Now Rain, I made a deal with the very beast I have been hunting for two years, that I watched destroy my team, to protect an innocent civilian. Adolph came willingly, and walked right in to the warehouse where they were waiting for him.. on the condition that I get you to safety."
"But.. he's .. he's going to die in there." She pulled the shirt on awkwardly, before accepting his help getting to her feet.
"Probably." Steele nodded, wrapping and arm around her to help support her and get her over to Sleipnir. "He walked in knowing that, and accepting that. He's a protector, it's what he does."
"You have to help him."
"He was clear on one thing Rain. I am to keep you safe." He looked to the warehouse with a sigh. "Also.. I really don't know if I could help him. I sided with him to protect you, but.. he's still the one I've been hunting for two years. He's still the monster that destroyed my team."
"What happens if he walks out of there?"
".. I really don't know."
"What about if one of them does?"
"That's easy." He gave her a grin and patted the machine gun mounted on Sleipnir. "No one walked out."
"And.. what about me? .. what about you?"
"You, I'll take to the hospital to get you cleaned up and patched up." He replied. "Give them the CLAWS insurance policy, so everything is paid in full, no questions asked.. if I can, get you some cash to help get you somewhere to start anew. As for me? I'll make up something on my report and retire. Maybe open up a private investigator firm."
"Just like that.. it all goes away?"
"Those responsible are dead. My report covers what happened. CLAWS sends out a memo that 'civilians are not to be involved in our pursuit in any way'. If I mention your name, someone will approach you and offer you a decent sized payoff and thinly veiled threats to keep you from going public, since CLAWS officially 'just tracks' renegade Beasts."
"What happens if I go to the media?"
"If you go publicly? CLAWS people pull a cover up that makes you look like an unreliable source seeking money or attention. If you go privately they brush it under the rug as 'insubstantial accusations without evidence'. Best case scenario, they tell the world that the 'CLAWS team' was 'not actually affiliated with CLAWS, since CLAWS does not act to apprehend Beasts'.
"They strive to keep themselves secret Rain. It's only been recently that they allowed cops to know that CLAWS has field agents, and even they only ever see one of us and don't know the extent we go to."
".. I guess I should be grateful that the bastards are dead at least."
"I'm sorry Rain." Steele sighed, "I wish there was more we could do."
"Gunshots stopped.." Rain turned to the warehouse, looking on the verge of crying. "You think.. ."
"Sure." Steele smiled, pivoting the machine gun towards the warehouse, there would be no survivors from the Alphas. "He probably won."
".. yeah.. he'll be out any moment." Rain smiled sadly, it was obvious she didn't believe it any more than he did.
A moment later the warehouse door swung open, a dark form staggered out leaning on a scythe. Steele trained the machine gun on it, almost pulling the trigger before he realized it was far too large to be Reaper. Vengeance and ending it all crossed his mind briefly before he pulled his finger off the trigger.
".. is that..? He's alive!" Rain looked out, smiling for a moment before turning to Steele, his hands still on the machine gun. "What now, Steele? Vengeance? No survivors?"
".. No." He shook his head. "He deserves better than that. When he dies, he deserves a warriors death."
"I see..?"
"Best.. of the best.. Scheiße.. I've fought meaner.. dustbunnies!" Adolph staggered close, leaning heavily on Reaper's scythe. He was covered in wounds, leaving a train of bloody footprints from the warehouse. He flashed a bloody grin, before promptly falling over.
"Adolph!" Rain cried running over to him, barely making it before collapsing next to him. ".. It's over.. you won.. ..say something damnit."
"Damnit.." Steele muttered looking at the two, it would be so easy to get on his bike and vanish, let them deal with whatever happened. Seeing her kneel over Adolph like that though, he knew he couldn't. He pulled the medical bag from Sleipnir, and checked briefly for any other useful supplies before firing it's engines up and aiming it unpiloted at the warehouse. He calmly took his phone out, watching Sleipnir crash, and the resulting explosion. "Yes, there has been an explosion at my coordinates. There are at least three casualties and two injured, we need medical assistance, and it would be beneficial to send the fire department."
"Wha?!" Rain looked up startled at the explosion. "Th' hell did you do?"
"I made things a lot easier to explain." He replied, kneeling next to Adolph, checking for a pulse, then looking him over. ".. He's alive, not in great shape, as good as can be expected for fighting those three. Emergency crews are on their way, I'll make sure he gets taken care of."
".. you make no sense."
"I've seen too many crying over lovers." He sighed. "Way too many. I don't want to see it happen here.. You deserve better... he deserves better."
"Thank you...."
"Mm." He looked up, hearing the sound of an ambulance approaching, thankful for the distraction. He waived the ambulance over to meet the EMTs. He would have to brief them, and the fire department to make sure records matched.
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Pain was the first thing Adolph noticed as he regained consciousness. That meant he was alive at least, he tried to decide if that was a good thing. The air smelled like a hospital, he hated that scent.. it always overpowered everything else. There was something else though.
*Rain?* He opened his eyes and looked around, Rain was asleep in the chair next to him, he could see a lot of dressings for her cuts, and knew there would be a lot more.. though he worried more about the mental damage, the body heals. Glancing around he didn't see any security, no bars, he wasn't even cuffed to the bed.
".. Rain..?" He reached a hand over to rest on her thigh.
"Mmm?" She shifted slightly, half opening her eyes. ".. Adolph? You're awake!"
"Yeah.." He chuckled. ".. didn't think I was going to.. figured I'd die of blood loss or Steele."
".. He saved you." She smiled, kissing his hand. "Said to tell you that you two are even now."
"Even? Hah. We were even when he saved you.."
"Even for.. what? He wouldn't tell me."
".. I pulled one of his men from a burning building last time he saw me." He shrugged. "Couldn't let a warrior die that way. More important question though, are we prisoners here?"
"No." She shook her head. "I think.. I think you're free, for now."
"Odd." He stretched. ".. I should clear out before Steele changes his mind."
"You're.. going to leave me again?"
"After what I put you through.." He started.
"You took a bullet for me, risking your cover in doing so." She held his hand, looking down. "You came for me, you came ready to die to save me.. damn near did in the process. None of that would have happened if not for me."
"They would have caught up with me eventually." He shook his head. "Not your fault at all. They'll catch up again, that's why it's safer for you if..."
"Fuck that!" She snapped. "I feel safer with you than I do alone. If you want me to leave, say it, but don't tell me it's for my safety."
".. Rain.." He stared at her for a moment. He liked her, maybe he even loved her, he wanted her company.. and she had the fiery temper and strong will to make it in his world. "We'll have to stay low, we'll have to be able to vanish on a moment's notice. You have to be ready to do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means killing. Can you do that?"
"I can." She nodded.
"Then.." He pushed himself out of the bed, ignoring the pain from his various wounds, all well dressed though. "Let's get out of here."
"Adolph.." She wrapped her arms around him, standing on her toes to kiss his muzzle. "I love you."
Epilogue
*Wolf Point, MT*
"So you're telling me..." The Chief muttered, looking over Steele's report. "The Alphas caught Adolph, and were flying him back here, instead of killing him?, and you were taking your bike back here.. and something went horribly wrong on Sleipnir, causing it to crash in to a conveniently abandoned warehouse, killing all three remaining members, and Adolph.. yet there are no reports to confirm that."
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it." Steele nodded.
"And now you're retiring?"
"Yeah," He nodded again, "I'm getting too old for this shit."
"And all this happens.." He tapped his desk, bringing up a video feed. "A week after multiple news stations receive an anonymous tip about a group of CLAWS agents kidnapping and raping a woman?"
"Coincidence."
"Bullshit! You don't believe in coincidence!"
"It's what you've got Mike."
".. Alright Alex, it's the official story." He nodded. "Level with me though, something went down, didn't it? Something bad. That report..?"
"I can't do it anymore, Mike." Steele sighed. "I became a cop to protect and serve. I joined here to protect innocent civilians from monsters. That's not the first time I've heard of our agents overstepping their bounds.. I can't work for this agency anymore. I can't hunt monsters, when the agency that hunts them employs monsters!"
"I understand Alex." Mike nodded slowly. "Can I ask you a favor though?"
".. What?"
"One more case." He tossed Steele a tablet. "Just one..."
".. This case?" He glanced at it. "I thought we couldn't take this one because we couldn't tie it to a military grade?"
".. I know, I know!" Mike shook his head. "It's just.. it's my home town Alex, my best friend's daughter is a cop there, whatever is doing that has killed several cops already..."
"I'll take it, on one condition.." Steele said after a moment of looking over the case.
"Yeah?"
"I choose my team, *no questions asked.*"
".. Deal." He handed Steele his badge and sidearm back. ".. just.. stop them, Alex."
"I will, Mike, I will."
Steele shook his head as he left Mike's office. He couldn't let murders like this go. Now though, he had a team to assemble.
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Feedback is always appreciated.
There may eventually be a sequel, but.. well we know my writing track record. \>.\>
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Title: 3 Generations of Cock Pt. 02
Tags: son, father, incest, taboo, grandfather, non-con
That morning, dad and granddad had introduced me for the first time to the joys of male on male sex. Now, it was nighttime and I was finding it impossible to sleep. My imagination kept returning to the activities of the day, how exciting it had been to be naked with my dad and granddad, how hot it had been fucking first my granddad's hairy ass and then my dad's baby smooth hole. But, mostly, I kept thinking about my dad's cock and how good it had tasted when I sucked it and how delicious his cum had tasted spurting into my mouth. My cock had been in a perpetual state of hardness since going to bed, not helped by my stroking it and fingering my ass hole. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
I got out of bed and padded nude down to dad's room. His door was open and when I looked in, he was sleeping with the covers tossed off on the floor. He was lying on his back, both arms raised beside his head, one leg straight out and the other half bent. His gorgeous cock looked about half hard, laying heavy on top of his big balls. I tiptoed in and gently crawled up from the foot of the bed till I was laying face down between his spread legs. His beautiful cock was inches from my face and I studied its beauty and inhaled the odor of his meaty dick and balls. My mouth was watering as I slowly licked his piss slit and was rewarded when a tremor ran through his cock and his balls drew up in their tight sack. I kept licking the head of his cock and watched as it slowly lengthened and fattened, till finally it was fully hard and I wrapped my lips around the swollen head. I glanced up to see dad awake and watching me suck on his cock head.
"Should I call 911 and tell them I'm being raped?" he asked.
"Only if you want me to stop." I replied.
"Well, fuck that." he said. "You're only just getting started." He sat up and piled the pillows behind his back so that he could sit and watch as I lay between his legs, my head bobbing up and down on his swollen cock and my tongue licking his big balls. I grasped his cock around the base and looked up at him.
"You have such a beautiful cock." I said. "I just had to have some more of it."
"I'm glad you like it so much." he replied. "And, from where I'm sitting I get to admire your gorgeous ass while you suck me."
"You like my ass?" I was surprised. "You didn't give it much attention earlier."
"You might have noticed I was pretty busy." he said. He slowly pulled his body up and climbed over me so that he was crouched between my legs. I felt his hands stroke my ass cheeks and then spread them to expose my hole. Then he slowly used one finger to stroke my tight pucker.
"You have such a beautiful little hole." he said. "I love the way it puckers up when I touch it. I can't believe nobody has tried to get their dick into such a perfect ass." He lowered his head between my spread cheeks and I felt his hot tongue exploring my hole.
"I would have been too freaked out and scared if anybody else had tried to get my ass." I said. "I feel totally safe with you." Dad was licking my hole and every so often his pointed tongue pierced my ring and sunk into my hole.
"That feels so damned good!" I said. Dad grunted, his hot tongue wiggling in my ass hole.
"Dad," I asked, "would you fuck me?"
Dad sat back on his haunches, still holding my cheeks spread wide and I could feel the cool air on my hot hole.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked. "You know it always hurts the first time."
"I want you to be my first. I want your cock to be the one to hurt me and I want you to be the first man to shoot his load in my ass."
Dad bent down and kissed my puckered hole. "It would be my honor." he said.
He climbed back up the bed, reached into the drawer of the bedside table and withdrew a squeeze bottle of silicone lube. Then he lay down beside me and nudged me over so that we were lying face to face.
"Lift your leg so that it's up on my hip." he told me. When I had done so, he started kissing me while at the same time rubbing the cool lube into my spread ass crack and over my fuck hole. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his coarse chest hair against my own chest. He kissed me harder, darting his tongue into my mouth and easing his finger slowly into my virgin pucker. Our hard cocks were pressed against each other, coated in the clear juice leaking out of piss slits. Slowly, dad began to finger fuck me, sliding his blunt finger in and out of me, wiggling it inside of me so that it stroked my prostate.
"Fuck, that feels so good!" I said, and then went back to fucking dad's mouth with my tongue. Dad eased another finger into my hole and the feeling made me squirm with delight and fuck my ass up and down on his hand.
"I think you're ready for the real thing." dad said and got up on his knees and climbed behind me. He eased me over onto my stomach again, then grabbed a couple of pillows and placed them under my hips and arranged my throbbing cock and loose balls so that they were pointing down between my spread legs. He leaned back to admire his work, spread my cheeks and then said, "Last chance before I slide my cock in you." I felt like some kind of whore and it felt really good.
"Fuck me, dad." I said. "I want every inch of that big cock in my ass." Dad squeezed a big glob of lube into his hand and I watched over my shoulder as he slathered it over his huge dick. He grabbed his cock around the base and I felt his big cock head sliding up and down in my ass crack. Each time it slid over my hungry hole I arched my hips and tried to get it to enter me.
"Okay, baby, just relax. If it hurts too much, just tell me and I'll stop." dad said. I felt the big cock head against my little hole and then dad started to apply pressure with his hips. My pucker started to open, the big head entering me and then he hit the inside ring. I clenched my ass involuntarily and dad stroked my back and said, "Hang on, stud, it's almost in."
I relaxed my ass and felt the head of his cock pop through the ring and enter my ass for the first time. It hurt a lot less than I had anticipated.
"God, you feel enormous!" I said.
"Well, I've got a pretty big cock for you to take your first time. Does it feel alright?"
"It feels fucking amazing!" I said. "Slide your dick into me slow. I want to feel you fuck me."
Dad renewed his pressure and I could feel his dick sinking deeper and deeper into my ass, filling it with his meat. The tight ring of my ass reacted to the stroking sensation of his slow entry and pulsed around his dick of its own accord. Soon, I felt his rough pubes against my ass cheeks and his big loose balls lying on top of my own.
"Touchdown!" dad said.
"I can't believe that big thing is inside of me." I replied. In response, dad moved his hips so that the big dick buried in my ass moved from side to side.
"Come on and fuck me, dad." I said. "Make me want that dick even more." Dad slowly started to withdraw, and then slowly plunged his swollen dick deep into my guts. He fucked my ass, gradually picking up the tempo until he was soon slapping his hips against my upturned ass with every thrust. I had never felt anything so good, whether because I was so turned on by the thought of my own father fucking my ass or just because I loved being fucked, I don't know. With every downward thrust, I felt his big balls slam against my own ball sack and hard cock.
"Damn, your cock feels so good!" I said. "Can you see your cock fucking me? Fuck, I wish I could see your big cock in my ass!"
Dad said, "I think we can arrange that." and slowly started to withdraw his hard meat from my chute.
"No, don't stop fucking me!" I cried.
"Just for a moment." dad said. I felt the big plum shaped head of his cock pop out of my tight hole and it felt strangely empty and hungry.
"Roll over onto your back. "Dad said as he reached into the night table drawer again. This time, he pulled out a big hand mirror.
"Hold this." he said handing it to me and then he began arranging my legs. He spread them wide and pressed back my calves so that my ass was spread wide in front of him.
"Use the mirror." he said. "Can you see your ass hole?" I angled it in front of me and soon was rewarded with a view of my reddened, puffy hole, slick with the lube dad had used.
"Okay, now watch." dad said. On his knees between my wide flung legs, I watched in the mirror as he ran his giant cock head up and down my ass crack. He stopped with the head poised against my hole and pressed forward and I watched in the mirror as each inch of his meat disappeared into my body. My own cock was so hard it was glued against my abdomen and throbbing.
"Let me watch you fuck my ass." I said and dad obliged, slowly fucking his cock in and out of my tight hole.
"That's so fucking beautiful." I said. "Thank you for fucking me." I dropped the mirror beside the bed and wrapped my legs around dad's waist.
"Fuck me hard." I said. "I want your cum inside me." Dad leaned forward and took me in his arms again and started kissing me even harder than before. I felt his hard cock sliding in and out of my hole and I ran my hands over his muscular body. He started pile driving my ass, deep dicking it with each stroke, pulling almost the whole length out of my ass and then hammering it back in. I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him in harder with each thrust and let my fingers drift into his ass crack where I started to finger his hole. His dick grew even harder and swelled even bigger in my ass.
He pulled his lips off of mine and said, 'I love you, baby. I love my baby boy!"
"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your juice into your baby's ass!" I cried. I could feel his ass hole tighten around my finger and he slammed his cock into my ass as far as it would go. He hesitated there and then I felt his cock pulsate and his cum load squirt out of his dick and into my guts. He groaned and pushed his hips against my ass, trying to get his cock even deeper into my ass. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times I felt his cock buck deep inside me and a spurt of hot liquid paint my ass walls.
"Oh, baby." he said holding me tight and whispering into my ear. "That was a world class fuck. Did you like it?"
"I loved it, dad." I said. "I've never felt anything so good." Dad lay on top of me, deep kissing me while his cock went soft inside my ass, then he slowly withdrew it and flopped over onto his back. I couldn't believe how empty my ass felt without his cock. I looked up and there was granddad, standing nude in the bedroom door with his hard cock standing straight up in his hand.
"That was fucking hot." granddad said. "You two should make a movie. And, you bastards could have at least invited me in."
I raised my legs so that they were over my shoulders again and used both hands to spread my ass open.
"Dad popped my cherry." I said. "Does my ass hole look any different?"
"It looks like a lot more fun for everyone concerned." granddad replied.
"Does it look like it wants your dick in it ASAP?" I asked.
"Now that you mention it, it does look like it needs some senior citizen dick." he said. He came over and crawled up the bed till he was between my legs. I grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some in my palm and then coated his hot prong with it. I stroked up and down on his dick, and then pointed the head at my hole.
"Granddad put your cock in me. I want to feel your juice in my ass, too." Granddad got up on his hands and knees over me and watched as I guided his hard shaft to my opening, then watched as it slid into my stretched hole. It went in a lot easier this time and he was soon fully lodged deep in my ass.
"I've wanted your cock in me ever since I saw you in the shower this morning." I said. "Give me that cock and make me pay for spying on you. Fuck me like a whore." I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight against me so that his dick felt like it was going to come out of my mouth.
"Alright, you little cock whore, now you're going to get fucked. I can feel your dad's cum up in your ass coating my dick and making it slick." He pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and then slammed it deep back in, then again and again. I could feel dad's juice spilling out of my hole and spilling down my crack. Every time, I felt his cock thrust deep in my guts and it felt like it was reaching into my chest. Soon, he started fucking me with a regular rhythm, pulling his cock out till just the head was in my ass ring and then pounding it back into my guts. It was a whole different feeling from when dad fucked me and it seemed that with every thrust my ass grew hungrier for his cock.
"Give it to me, you horny old fucker! Punish me with that big dick. Make me beg for your cum!" I cried. Granddad lowered his chest onto mine, pinning me to the bed and reached down and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and spread my ass open even wider while he shoved his cock in even deeper.
"You're going to get my cum, you little whore." he said and started to fuck his cock up into my guts even harder. I was so turned on that I could suddenly feel the cum rising up my own dick and it squirted out of my cock head without even touching myself and lubricated our bodies where they rubbed together..
"You fucked the cum right out of me." I said, amazed. Granddad reached between us and scooped up some of my cum, then brought his hand up and licked it off his fingers.
"It's a good thing I'm about to fuck some back into you then." he said. He got back up on his hands and knees, his cock buried full length in my ass and I felt it start to pulsate. The head inside of me swelled and I felt his cum spurt into my intestine, every bit as much as dad had deposited there. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me while his cock emptied his balls into me and I felt his cock slowly wilt inside of me.
"I love you, son." He said. "I'm so proud to be your granddad."
"I love you, too." I said. "And now, I love you even more knowing how good you can fuck me."
I heard dad laugh beside me and then he said, "There's no denying whose grandchild HE is, old man."
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Title: Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 06
Tags: mfff, older man, threesome, sex drug
*Command performance*
By the time another fifteen minutes had passed with no more sign of life, I felt that some action was necessary. I still had things to do. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a post-orgasmic trance and reeking of sex; nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place; with any luck by the time we got there she might be taking a bit more notice.
I explained this to her. She did not reply, as such, but at intervals she emitted her slight grunt – "huh" – and I took this for consent.
Halfway home she showed her first sign of recovery, suddenly announcing quietly but clearly, "Oh ... my ... god."
"Welcome back," I replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, wow! Jeez-us fucking Christ!" was the best she could manage. I left it at that for a while.
As we entered my home suburb she seemed to come out of it a bit. "Oh, Mr Walker," she began.
This odd formality made me smile. "Don't you think you should call me James?"
She giggled. "Yes. Thank you, James. Thank you for *everything*. To think we've worked together all this time and I never knew! Where, *where*, did you learn to shag like that?"
"Well," I replied sort-of truthfully, "it's just a gift."
"A gift? You're telling me! Mr Walker – sorry, James – I know a lot of people think I'm too free and easy and I admit I've had my share of boyfriends but never, never ever, have I had it like that! The second time you made me come ... oooh!" She wriggled with pleasure at the memory. "It just kept washing over me in waves! I thought it would never end." She tapped the side of her head. "My ears are still ringing," she smiled.
We had just turned into my home street. "My house is just down here," I told her. "Do you think you're all right to walk?"
I had meant this as friendly sarcasm but she took it literally. "I think so," she replied, experimentally flexing her legs. But when I had parked in my driveway and politely opened the passenger door for her, she levered herself halfway up only to lose her balance and fall back in the seat giggling. I hastened to help and supported her to the house and let her in. I was so busy coping with Connie that I entirely failed to see Kylie at the bedroom window next door following our every move.
I led Connie to the bathroom and helped her undress. Gobbets of spunk and pussy juice were oozing down her inner thighs. Her co-ordination was getting back to normal by now and she assured me that she would be fine in the shower so I left her to it while I went downstairs for the inevitable English stand-by in testing times, a nice hot cuppa.
I was relaxing on the settee sipping my tea when Connie reappeared, looking much refreshed after a good shower and more her usual blithe, flirtatious self. But that was not the only thing I noticed about her.
"I had assumed," I said as calmly as I could, "that you would get dressed before coming downstairs."
"I was going to," she replied, standing before me stark naked from head to toe and evidently relishing the situation, "but there was something I thought you'd wanna see first. Just stay sitting right where you are."
And with that she took a couple of steps towards me so that her neatly trimmed pussy was six inches in front of my nose. Her nakedness emphasised even more the contrast between the relatively slight build of her upper body and the vast girth of her thighs, each of which must have been easily as thick as her waist. The lower part of her trunk seemed to be squeezed into insignificance between those mighty limbs.
Then she turned round so that the awesome hemispheres of her buttocks hovered inches before me. For some moments she simply stood there, allowing me my first opportunity for a really close examination. They were astonishing. They spread almost horizontally from her relatively narrow waist; in fact there was a distinct fold where the top of each buttock met the base of the back, something I had never seen or heard of before.
I had thought, when I sat down with my tea, that I was well and truly shagged out, for the next few hours anyway. But now, my cock was begging to differ. I felt it swelling and sensed its demands. I wished I had suggested a repeat of our session in the car before she went in the shower, but it was too late now.
And then Connie put the tin lid on it with a repeat of the ass-dance, this time at very close quarters and with none of that annoying clothing in the way. She also took much longer over it, demonstrating unbelievable control of the buttock muscles. With a jiggle of the hips she sent waves of flesh undulating up and down and from side to side; throw in a quick twist of the pelvis too and both cheeks were projected upwards so dramatically that normal gravity seemed to have been suspended for a moment. Not only could she clench her buttocks together so sharply that the gap between them closed with a loud smack that sent ripples of flesh radiating from the centre; she could force her cheeks apart (purely by muscle control, no hands) to reveal a beautifully clean and strangely receptive-looking rectal opening, which she then proceeded to tense and relax.
It was the sight of Connie's ringpiece clenching and unclenching that did it for me. I grabbed that slim waist and pulled her down on the settee next to me. Nothing loth, she gave a slight cry of surprise but instantly recovered to help me rip off my clothing. I thought of attacking her ass – anal sex had never seemed at all attractive to me until that moment – but I decided to stick to what I knew and we fucked there and then in the front room. It was, I think, a less rushed and slightly less animalistic effort than in the car, and certainly more comfortable. But the end result was the same; Connie came twice, once near the beginning and again, massively, when I filled her wet cunt with sticky cum.
When I had got my breath back I looked at my handiwork. There she was, blissed out beyond words, gazing into space with wide blank eyes and with a dopy smile on her face. Nothing if not a practical man, I slid a magazine under her to stop any cum from oozing onto the settee and got on with making a few necessary calls while she recovered to the point where I could get her in the shower again. I had given up all idea of going to Uncle Albert's; my concern now was to get Connie safely on her way before Wendy came home.
After half an hour she had reached the "oh-my-god-wow" stage at which point, fearful of waiting any longer, I half-led and half-carried her to the shower and cleaned her up. This time, taking no chances, I got her dressed myself. I did not trust her to find her way home by public transport so I called her a mini-cab.
While we waited in the hall Connie, slowly coming back to normal by now, again sang my sexual praises. "I just can't believe it, James. It's not just the greatest sex of my life – it's simply *far and away* the greatest sex of my life! It's better than any sex I've ever heard of. That first orgasm in the car was fantastic; it just blasted at me out of nowhere and blew me away. But the second was – well, I don't know how I can describe it – and we've just carried on from there.
"Look, James precious," she went on, suddenly more serious, "I can't leave it here. How can I? What am I going to do? I can't just go quietly back home to Tommy [this was the "gorgeous, sexy" boyfriend] as if nothing had happened. I need you."
I had been afraid of this. "Connie," I said sternly, "I'm a married man. You've always known that."
"I know, I know," she replied. "But I couldn't help myself. I don't know why it happened but it did. I've always liked you but when we were talking on Wednesday, I suddenly realised I wanted you and needed you more than anything."
"So that's why you gave me the buttock dance?"
"Well, that was just on impulse. I wasn't sure you'd even noticed me – sexually I mean – so I thought it would get your attention. All my boyfriends have liked it when I've flexed my ass like that."
"I'm not surprised," I said. "It's quite a party piece. But you didn't have to do that to make me fancy you; I've done that since the first moment I saw you."
"*Really*?" she asked delightedly. "I never thought you, er ... and I didn't, um ...". She paused. "Or maybe I did, without realising it, because it hit me right between the eyes on Wednesday. Yes," she said, more to herself than me, "I think I must have been working up to it."
"Isn't rationalisation," I said (but not aloud), "a wonderful thing?"
"And since Wednesday," she resumed, "I haven't been able to think of anything else. I thought it would wear off but instead it just got stronger and stronger and by this morning it was a straight choice between calling you and going out of my mind."
Well, I thought, that is as handy a girl's-eye description as I could have hoped for of the effects of indirect exposure to FUCK. But I had to try to dampen her enthusiasm somehow.
"Connie, it was unbelievable for me too, but we can't turn our lives upside-down just for great sex."
"Oh, but James, don't say that!" She looked distressed. "It's not just the sex; it's *you*. You're the kindest, finest, loveliest man I could ever dream of. All I want is to help you and make you happy. I'd do anything for you, anything. Even if what you want me to do is ... is ..." She was beginning to well up now. She could not bring herself to finish the sentence, but then she made a visible effort to pull herself together and, looking straight at me and with tears streaming down her face, she blurted out, "Even if you wanted me to go away for ever and never see you again I'd do it; it would break my heart but I'd do it. But no matter what I'd still be *yours*, James; while there's breath left in me I'll always be yours."
I was aghast. I looked at her helplessly trying to think of something, anything, to say in reply. The silence was broken by a knock at the door. "Cab, mister?" came a voice.
I opened the front door a crack and told the man, "Two minutes."
I embraced her. "Listen, Connie, precious," I said, "you're a wonderful girl and of course I don't want to send you away for ever or anything like that." Her sobs stopped as she heard these words and an overwhelming feeling of relief seemed to flood through her body. "But," I went on, "I want you to go home to Tommy now. You'll see me again when I get back to the office on Tuesday, but not before. And you mustn't tell anyone about this. Do you understand?" I felt her nod. "Will you do that for me?" She nodded again. Releasing the embrace, I reached for my handkerchief and dried her eyes. "Good. Now kiss me goodbye."
She threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately. As we pulled apart she murmured, "You're so wonderful." And off she went, leaving me feeling emotionally shattered.
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He was a creature of contrasts. Being twenty feet tall wasn’t the worst of it; there were plenty of people of that height or even taller, leaving him very firmly in “merely above average” territory if one were to go purely by that qualifier; even when considering his bust, the yeen wasn’t anything that special, since after all, there were plenty of hypers running around whose tits were twice the size of their head and constantly leaking with milk. Perhaps in another life, if he had been born in a time where genetic manipulation wasn’t as widespread as it was, Fenrir might’ve been considered enormous, gigantic even, but with the amount of alterations wrought to entire populations, it was perfectly normal for individuals to be completely “natural” and still end up with sizes and proportions far beyond what used to be considered normal.
And indeed, if it were just that, the Mightyena would have no trouble blending into regular society, maybe getting a job and striking out a life on his own; he’d get his own place, preferably a tiny little studio apartment somewhere near the top layers of a residential arcology, and spend a significant chunk of his free time learning how to cook something more than just the basics. Hell, if he was feeling particularly frisky, the yeen might very well even try to use his own milk when baking confectionery, an idea that occasionally left him feeling incredibly blushy and embarrassed… whenever he could formulate it for more than just a split second. For he was a creature of contrasts, and if his top half and general height played the line between the normal and the fantastical, then his bottom half not only smashed through said line, it kept going until it circled the planet, crossed through it again, repeated the gesture about a dozen or so times, then promptly reached escape velocity and flew off into the heavens, where Fenrir now resided.
It was impossible for him to ever be on a planet anymore, regardless of how large it might be; even gas giants were simply not big enough to handle him, at least in any convenient fashion, leaving the poor guy to float in an orbit around his homeworld’s star while surrounded by so many dimensional stabilizers that he alone was responsible for about a quarter of all expenditures of the known universe. In a way, it looked as if his upper body had been plucked from a pair of legs that actually belonged to him and then reattached to the bottom of a creature of dimensions so vast that they strained the ability for mortal minds to truly comprehend them: with a pair of asscheeks of a scale so colossal that each one was capable of dwarfing his home planet and two legs that were somehow even thicker than that, he had become an astronomical landmark, something that tourists came around to see and marvel at, perhaps even do a little bit more if they could find a private spot to watch him from.
In many ways, he felt incomplete, almost as if his upper body would just bulge outwards one day and complete the look, turning him into a solar system-sized titan, a beacon of perfection, which was precisely why so much money was poured into keeping such a thing from happening in the first place. For Fenrir was quite a bit older than most people would think, quite easily pushing his three hundredth birthday and yet looking just as young as he had back when his uncontrollable growth first began; for three centuries, the protective measures placed around him by an increasingly larger amount of governmental bodies had been meticulously well-maintained and exponentially improved upon, all for the purest sake of stopping Fenrir from growing even an inch larger. And yet, despite the fact that the entire operation only had a handful of failures over the course of its existence, despite how in three centuries the yeen had only gone from merely planet-sized cheeks to a pair that were about thrice as large, that still wasn’t the main issue at play; big butts they could deal with it, but his virility was another issue altogether.
If the Mightyena’s ass was something to worship and treat as a wonder of the universe, it looked positively nonexistent next to his shaft and nuts. In fact, one might say that the size of Fenrir’s lower body was to his package as his upper body was to his lower one: utterly insignificant and looking as if it belonged on a completely different being altogether. Each one of his hyperactive cum factories was so positively gigantic, so enormous, so densely packed and stuffed, that the only reason they hadn’t collapsed into a couple of black holes were the copious amounts of compressors, dimensional distorters and outright black magic wielded from the darkest, deepest pits of arcane, eldritch knowledge, most of which had to be made up from whole cloth just to help along with the eternal watch over Fenrir’s size. It was a testament to his sheer ridiculous size that it was easier to just make magic exist than it was to try and mangle physics in yet another novel way, mostly because it was already so torturously warped that trying to do anything more risked collapsing the very fabric of existence as everyone knew it.
The same could be said for his cock, which stood at fullest attention and was about as big as one could expect from a pair of balls that made up the near totality of the local star system’s mass; if the orbs were big enough to completely occupy every single orbit, thus having to be angled below the plane that the planets themselves occupied, then his dick rose proudly in the opposite direction, serving as a landmark that managed to clear straight through the halo of comets and icy asteroids surrounding that overtaxed star. This was, of course, nothing but their compressed size; it used to be that the stellar array of machinery and arcane sigils could keep Fenrir from bulging out of the local stellar system, but those days were long gone, and most of the people involved in the operation were just happy that he was even small enough to fit inside one galaxy. If only the tourists knew that the yeen’s full size was so incomprehensibly vast that the lower end estimates placed the size of a single one of his cumtanks at larger than the known universe, maybe they wouldn’t be so eager to get that close to him. Maybe if they were told the average expected size for his dick would require more mass than could possibly, feasibly exist without reality collapsing into a singularity, they would learn not to try and poke at the Mightyena in an attempt at seeing how big they could get.
And yet, despite this, all that the universe managed to do was delay the inevitable; no amount of money, resources, created-and-summoned elder gods and whatever else the governments and corporations of the entirety of the cosmos decided to throw at Fenrir could do anything other than delay the inevitable, because he was still growing. Every day he’d gain something, be it inches, miles or astronomical units, and every day for the past few years had become a reminder that he, that Fenrir and the promise of release that his body held, was something that could never be held back. The yeen himself was incredibly apologetic about the whole thing, at least whenever he could think coherent thoughts, but being sorry for it hardly mattered when the countdown clock to the final explosion was not only speeding up, but outright skipping large chunks of the time left without rhyme nor reason.
It was clear that he was going to blow, and sometime in the next year or so; three centuries of containment, the pooled resources of an entire universe and the thinning and fraying of the very backdrop of existence, all for the sake of holding back the final, apocalyptic climax that would break through every barrier and bring forth the now-mythical Orgasmarok, wasted. Nothing they had done had ever actually accomplished anything beyond push the minute hand forward, and now it was finally pushing back, leaving them without many options besides trying to enjoy things while they lasted; the project began to bleed workers and technical specialists as the news began to spread and the population of the universe resigned itself to the understanding that, within a few short standard months, it’d all be over.
No one quite knew what would happen afterwards, or if there even would be an “after” to consider; for all that the containment project had done to try and prevent the last ever growth spurt, they’d never spent a single cent on trying to figure out what the results of the worst case scenario would be like, leaving the entirety of existence in a state of mercifully blissful ignorance. Most chose to believe that a sort of heaven-like state awaited them, forever bathed in the virile seed of that gorgeous yeen, but it became harder to ignore the undercurrent of existential despair and bleak nihilism that spread through all societies like a cancer. Maybe there was nothing after it all went down. Maybe… this was it.
Obviously not the case. Vivian wouldn’t be so rude as to just end the universe right there and then, no matter how much her mom kept telling her that it would make for an “explosive money shot” and they could just put everything back afterwards; sure, her daughter could easily snap their fingers and return the universe back to the state that it was in before everything turned into a cumsplosive apocalypse, but then that would mean people actually did suffer through an ending of sorts, and the younger Delphox just wasn’t about that. As such, she made sure that, when Fenrir did finally blow, when the floodgates opened fully and the yeen’s body was released upon reality, then everyone caught in the blastwave would simply be whisked away to a paradisiacal state of existence somewhere on her own body; after all, the whole point of creating a living time bomb like Fenrir was to give her universe a proper send-off, as now that her mom was there with her as an equal goddess, Vivian figured it was time to make her old universe give up the ghost and finally provide all those living within it the reward they had absolutely deserved.
Why toil for a lifetime without knowing if there was anything waiting for them when they could simply live forever on the body of a glorious mega-goddess without a care in the world? And what better way to make sure that everyone experienced that moment of ascension in the best manner possible than to unleash the biggest orgasmic shockwave that meta-existence had ever seen? Granted, a lot of that was predicated on the fact that both Violet and Vivian began to feel certain needs, needs that, while they could easily satisfy for one another, were perhaps better spent being pointed at a precious, bottom-heavy, fat-cocked boytoy who they could service for all of eternity and still never be truly satisfied; a god of their own, in a way, a mortal handpicked to become their divine consort, that the three of them might also experience their own form of Heaven for as long as they could make time exist as a concept (and probably longer, to be fair).
Thus, after a long discussion, mother and daughter agreed that they would finish off their universe in one final, glorious Orgasmarok (name pending), returning to Vivian’s idea of actually filming what she was doing for the sake of a future, hypothetical distribution. As her mom put it, it would be the best smut production that ever existed and ever could exist: the literal ascension of a new deity through the explosive, exponential expansion of a cock and pair of balls so big that an entire universe had to work together in order to keep them from growing and it still failed. It’d be like with Vivian, except the cameras would be safely pointed at the ascension site from outside universal boundaries, and thus would actually capture what happened that time around.
Vivian had to agree, it’d make for an amazing way to put an end to everything, especially if she went to some lengths to make the experience of being swept away by a cosmos-blotting avalanche of nutflesh about as delicious as she personally felt it was. Easy enough to make it happen, even easier to get people to accept in that fleeting moment before their terrified expression turned into a warm smile, when they realized that what they were witnessing wasn’t the end of reality, but the start of a brand new, eternal existence, one of utter, utmost bliss and unending pleasure. And so… she began to prime the pump.
Everything up until that point had been the usual stuff: Vivian just rewriting the story of her universe in such a way that it led to a specific endpoint that she could then exploit for the sake of a good shoot, one that she could rationalize away as just being something she did in order to sell copies of the movie, as opposed to the simple truth. That time around though, there were no such delusions, especially with her mom being there to bap her across the back of the head gently and remind her that it was fine to want to be horny, it was fine to want to experience pleasure, and now that she had grown up to become a literal goddess, then of course her needs were going to be proportionately bigger.
Why waste time coming up with excuses about how she needed to get the perfect shot, when the whole reason why she did anything at all was to satisfy that tiny voice in the back of her head telling her to indulge? It didn’t make her any less of a person, nor any less of a goddess; in fact, denying her true nature and trying to pretend that she was something she wasn’t was itself, in a way, far more insulting to her sense of self and everyone under her than just admitting she was horny and wanted to do something about it. Vivian’s face had been a bright red ever since then, one so hot that it could probably turn anything that came into contact with it to plasma, and it hadn’t abated for the aeons that had transpired since (or perhaps just days, time was weird in this not-space they lived in), but she eventually came around to accepting this, and eschewing any pretense that she was going through all of this trouble for any reason other than because she wanted Fenrir to be there next to her so she and her mom could share him. That said, the cameras were still going to roll; it just felt right, even after admitting they weren’t the primary concern, if for no other reason than because the Delphox really liked the idea of revisiting those moments whenever she felt particularly horny.
One finger-snap at a time, the binds holding Fenrir back began to falter, not because Vivian was removing them, but because the goddess began to stack multiplicative exponentials onto the many, many variables governing the Mightyena’s production. The poor thing could tell that something was wrong, that his body had somehow began to make cum and expand at a much faster rate than before, but being perpetually stuck in a state of near-climax had left him unable to communicate properly with the outside world; there were a few who claimed they could interpret his moans, but no one really knew what went on in his head, in that turbulent maelstrom of incomprehensibly deep and vast pleasure that threatened to overcome his sanity at every waking moment.
That he lasted that long without completely breaking was nothing short of miraculous, even with Vivian’s help, but he wouldn’t have to worry any longer; within a few short moments, every single compressor, every spell, every piece of equipment designed to keep him from experiencing his final orgasm would falter. A catastrophic cascading collapse would occur, with one barrier after another falling prey to his inexorable advance, especially now that every time Vivian snapped her fingers, he just seemed to produce at a rate as high compared to his previous one as the latter did compared to a regular person. It was an untenable position, and something would have to break eventually… and seeing as he was a nascent god, that something would have to be everything else.
For a fleeting moment, Fenrir returned to sentience, his eyes opening wide for the first time in literally hundreds of years. In that one instant, he knew everything: the reason for his existence, the nature of reality, who was responsible for making him the way that he was; he even managed to catch a glimpse of Vivian and Violet, looking down at him from beyond reality, their expressions just barely visible to him behind the backdrop of stars that made up the cosmos. Their smiles, their warm, inviting smiles swam in his vision, barely solid yet so very real, beckoning him to come closer, to join them in an embrace that would last forevermore… and to bring everyone else with him as well, that they may live for eternity in a glorified existence of pure self-indulgent lust and carnal bliss. And after that moment passed, when the final lever was flipped and the last finger snap delivered, there was no more Fenrir, only a rampaging beast that would take the universe by storm and forcefully ascend it to a state of being beyond that of even the gods. Everyone would feel what he felt in that one moment.
And they would rejoice.
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Shattered Shards: Shardstalkers Chapter 1
Gerrig smiled to herself as she floated in the cool dark waters of her meditation pool. The she-serpent delighted in the smooth, gentle flow of water over her scales, the sea's caress of her wing membranes, and the almost playful fondling it gave of other areas. The seas were not her domain; they belonged to one of her cousins, another of the Dark Pantheon. But the dark of the sea beneath her palace offered a tranquility and solitude that she had come to rely upon the channel her power to is fullest.
She smiled as one of her three pairs of hands cupped her midsection, she would soon have another champion to place in the mortal world. Her egg was ready; it merely needed to be fertilized by traditional means or by implantation. Gender mattered not to a being infused with divine power; her offspring would draw what it needed from her chosen one.
The dark goddess of fertility had sewn seeds that were now ripe for harvest. Metaphorical seeds, plants and sex had no involvement with what was to happen. Well... the plants didn't. But as with nearly everything she laid her six hands upon, sex was involved in some way. It wasn't required, but Gerrig found more enjoyment out of plans coming to fruition when it was. The time was right for her to reach out into the gaps between worlds, between realms of existence, and to pull from the ground the carrots of scheming she had planted. It didn't have quite the sinister ring to it, but it was the most accurate comparison to what she was doing. Planting something, only to rip it from the soil when it suited her purpose.
The three year cycle, where the Dark Moon was highest in the sky, when the wicked were the most powerful, it peaked tonight. Tonight Gerrig and her kin could reach out into the realm of probability and scoop up large pieces of existence. Large compared to what they could usually take or leave, usually little more than a small item the size of Gerrig's fist or forearm. During the last Black Apogee Gerrig had placed buildings, mansions, entire towns, places that would draw in the sort of power she craved, to coax, caress, and seduce those that dwelt near them into being her followers.
She whispered thanks to the Nameless Ones, the unknown great gods and goddesses that had made all of creation, and then stood back, out of even the scope of the lesser deities that came into being within their construct. A union of two disparate creations had resulted in a fusion of realities unlike anything Gerrig had ever known, the fabric of existence was weak, allowing for easier manipulation, as well as being able to, for brief moments, reach out and grasp the creations of others. True, Gerrig and her ilk could never truly affect them. They could only touch what the grand gods had cast aside, had decided not to be. Bits of time that could have been, but weren't. Probabilities, stories that could have been, but weren't, but were allowed to remain in a strange sort of limbo. They were not woven into the fabrics of the reality that had created them, but existed alongside them.
These scraps of reality, if one used the sewing analogy, could easily be snatched by anyone with the proper reach, and upon this night Gerrig had that reach. She closed her eyes and sent her power into the void between possibilities, seeking out the beacons of her power that existed on the manifold worlds where she had placed those three years prior.
The serpentine goddess reached out and gently (for her) took hold of the scraps and pulled, drawing them from the metaphorical sewing room floors and wastebins to her own room, taking the oddly shaped bits of... thread. The weaving analogy worked better here, stealing threads to weave into her own tapestry. With her concentration on her tasks, the metaphors really broke down, for as she was gathering in the harvest she was also sewing seeds, which any farmer knew was something you just didn't do. But then again, what mortal botanist would dare criticize a goddess on her cultivation practices.
Gerrig chuckled to herself as she cleared her mind, scouring the world beneath her for the proper places to set her newly acquired treasures. Some of them were places that she'd plucked up and moved into other realities, and it was easy to find matches for those. But for others it was a bit more difficult. It would take a little time, and she didn't want her children getting worried while she finished her business.
A few words of encouragement, and then there was the delightful pleasure granted of a job well done, a fraction of the delicious rewards she could grant her followers, knowing or not. Ah, she was feeling generous, granting a few of her newly arrived children a few of their unknown desires. Being an expectant mother always put her in a rather generous mood, and she hoped that her newly adopted children had one amongst them that would make Mommy very happy...
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Thunder rumbled in the skies over the peaceful compound. Heavy rain knocked petals from flowers and sent leaves and fruit alike cascading down from the trees. Through the curtain of the rain the stone exteriors of the buildings could be seen. They looked almost out of place with their red clay-tiled roofs and the style that they were made in, it was as if they had been plucked from a desert somewhere and set down in the lush grove.
Dubbed 'Felicity House' the orphanage consisted of several of the buildings, connected by roofed walkways, and in some cases, shared basements. Most of the children were down in one of them, clustered around an old black and white TV, one of their caretakers futzing with the rabbit ears to try and improve the picture and sound.
"...Severe weather warning for the great tetra-country area, with a tornado watch in effect for..." the television went to static for a span of several seconds "...counties. Channel..." more static, "weather spotters have described the storm clouds as thick and eerie, almost with a red or purple tint to them."
Mimi sighed as she continued to futz with the television, there was a nice, big one up in the den, but with the orphanage out in the rural area, cable TV wasn't really an option, and the rain made the satellite dish act up. Plus if there really were tornados on the way, it would be safer for everyone being down here.
The catgirl looked around the room, her sister Nana was doing a headcount on the 7-10 year olds, while Tama and Pico were playing with some of the children to help ease their fears. Mimi wasn't fond of the new responsibilities that they all had thrust upon them, but she was more than willing to help out. The four older catgirls, Grace, Alto, Lucy, and the orphanage's owner, Felicia, all were undergoing some strange thing. Mimi had a pretty good idea of what it was, but from the few books she could find on her race, Catwomen were only supposed to go into heat for a few weeks out of the year, a year and a half prior, Felicia had gone into an almost constant state of heat, need, and longing.
Even with only a human sense of smell, it had stirred something up in a few of the older male orphans, several of them essentially forcing themselves upon Felicia, but the eldest catgirl was so needful it seemed that she let it happen, rather than fight them off. It had thankfully ceased during the pregnancy that resulted from the incident, but once the quadruplets had been born Felicia had gone right back into heat, and strangely seemed to take the other three in with her.
Grace seemed the least affected. She could temporarily hide her feline traits under a cloak of magic. They all could, though most of them not for very long, and she conducted all of Felicity House's business in the local towns; getting groceries and the like. The strange condition of heat didn't seem to be purely connected to all the catgirls who had gone through puberty, as Mimi and Nana were not continually lust stricken. Both of them had felt the ravages of heat earlier in the year, but it had come and gone, thankfully without pregnancy.
Felicia frowned upon it, as for some reason unknown to Mimi she had taken on the trappings of a Catholic nun. The elder catgirl wore her habit often, even though she usually went without any other sort of clothing, though that bothered her. Her nipples were just so sensitive, especially with her swollen, milk-filled breasts, wearing anything would irritate them.
Mimi had dealt with her heat in the way that seemed the most common, in the arms of another catgirl. Grace and Alto seemed quite keen to pleasure one another, while Lucy often joined in. But Nana and Mimi had taken care of one another. 'Sister' Felicia greatly frowned upon that, however, saying that it was wrong.
But Mimi didn't particularly care. There were no catboys around for her to make love to, and it seemed stranger to find passion in the arms of a member of another species, a human, rather than another catgirl.
The fuzz in the feed finally vanished, "Rainfall is most severe in this area here." The weatherman said, motioning with his hand around an oddly even weather front. It was strangely bullseye shaped, not the somewhat roundish or oval forms thunderstorms sometimes took, but one that was absolutely positively, perfectly circular. "This front is oddly symmetrical, as if it were focused around a single point. The cloud cover seemed to arrive out of nowhere, and this rainfall was not in our forecast for today. It's like the storm just popped into being, centered around this one point."
Mimi's eyes widened, for she knew exactly where that one point was: Felicity House.
-o-
The catgirl ran as fast as her clawed feet could carry her. She winced as she heard the ripping of carpet as she darted across the complex, Sister Felicia had to be told about this. She was the only one that could possibly know what to do, as none of the other catgirls had any experience with the supernatural.
Felicity House lacked a priest, and despite Felicia's upbringing, she didn't really seem comfortable actually leading a full service. She just went about with what she could remember as best she could. It made her happy, and many of the orphans and caretakers attended, though Mimi, Nana, Tama, and Pico did not. Mimi knew where her mentor would be, and as she pulled open the doors to the sanctuary she was struck by an almost tangible feeling of lust and need. It was like someone had thrown a ball at her midsection, but rather than impact with flesh, it instead threatened to send her spiraling into a near-bestial state of lust. Mimi sucked in a breath through her teeth and approached the alter, where Felicia was kneeling.
The catgirl winced, her mentor's lips were moving and she was praying, but rather than having her hands clasped in the familiar position, Mimi found that Felicia had one hand between her legs and the other cupping a milk-filled breast. Mimi found herself licking her lips, finding herself instinctively wanting to assure that those droplets did not go to waste. Resolutely though she managed to fight off the ache that sent moisture trickling down her bare thighs. Like all the catgirls she thought clothing should be something to wear when going out in public, and that nakedness was the way one ought to be at home, as it was what made them feel the most comfortable.
"M-ma'am," she stammered, resisting her urge to press up against Felicia.
The elder catgirl's eyes opened and she gasped, looking down in bafflement at the placement of her hands, "That's strange... I... I was praying, for an end to this..." she waved her hands around, not able to quite find the proper word. Though she was the oldest, Mimi had long since noted that she wasn't the brightest, and tended to be a little bit... stuffy about things.
"Desire?" Mimi suggested.
Felicia nodded and winced, as if giving it a name enabled the sensation to secure a deeper power over her, "Yes, that."
Mimi closed her eyes as Felicia began to absentmindedly lick her fingers clean, "Ma'am, there's something weird going on. The storm outside is centered on us. I saw the radar map thing on TV and it looks like a dart board, with us right at the center. This storm is supernatural and I... I..."
She could resist no longer, jumping on Felicia, her legs wrapping around her mentor's waist, her lips seeking out Felicia's own.
At first Felicia tried to resist, but she found her will to fight easily sapped by the soft lips against her own and the rough tongue within her mouth."Not in the sanctum!" she thought to herself, but as she found her hands slipping between Mimi's legs, she found herself obeying a small voice in the back of her mind. What better way to show devotion to life and love then to perform the act that made life, to make love in a holy place, under the gaze of her goddess.
The thought made Felicia hesitate, and with all her strength she managed to push Mimi off of her, and with all her will managed to prevent herself from pouncing the younger catgirl herself.
As if for the first time Felicia found herself looking around at the chapel. She had always thought that the furnishings had been those of her faith, but looking back, she couldn't exactly recall what any of them were. Not the statues in the corner, or the images of the stained glass windows, nor the large figure that loomed over the altar.
The windows showed sexual acts taking place, the statues were those of winged women with obscene never regions, and the stature behind the altar was that of a winged woman with many breasts and a serpent's tail instead of legs. The stone image was carved with grand attention to detail, the sapphire eyes seemingly to glint with amusement, and the outstretched arm beckoning Felicia back into the loving, blissful, erotic embrace of her goddess.
"N-no!" she stammered, backing away from the altar. Somehow the statue had clouded her mind, altering her perceptions. The serpent's bountiful breasts and rounded belly were signs that she was a goddess of pregnancy and fertility, and from the thick, bestial phallus that jutted from just below her waist, she was more than certainly a goddess of sex as well.
Felicia pulled Mimi to her feet, her anger managing to bury the fires of her lust beneath the flames of her rage. But still she found her body longing to be pressed close to her ward, and Mimi's purring and licking at her neck wasn't helping in the slightest. With a great effort, Felicia managed to pull the two of them from the chapel, their lust dimming as the great double doors closed behind them.
Mimi's eyes widened as most of the lusting sensation left her, "Oh geez, that was terrible!" she said, wincing.
Felicia nodded, her own desire having gone down a few notches, but she had spent so much time in the chapel that it seemed to have infused her to the very core. "I... I can't believe that that's been there for years and I've never noticed." She blushed and removed her habit, looking at it sadly.
"I don't think that I can wear this." She said softly, "I haven't been able to keep the vows that go along with it, and somehow managed to be seduced and coerced into..." she shuddered, "It's blasphemous is what it is. But I just... just can't..." she shuddered and shook her head.
There was an intense flash of red light, followed by a rumble of thunder that made the windows rattle in their frames for several seconds.
Felicia's eyes widened, "Oh! A thunderstorm, and a bad one! Mimi, we need to..."
Mimi shook her head, "Everyone is already down in the basement. But the storm isn't natural, that's what I came to tell you. It's perfectly round, and it's centered on Felicity House. Someone, or something, has..."
Another lightning strike turned the interior of the orphanage white, but rather than thunder, the flash was accompanied by something else, a momentary sensation of pressure and then release, and with that release Felicia and Mimi found themselves collapsing to the floor, knees unable to support them as their bodies were rocked by the incredibly, intense pleasure of a series of powerful, rapid climaxes.
"Welcome to all my followers," hissed a soft, pleasant, seductive, and yet still serpentine voice, "Your mistress calls you here so that you may earn your rewards as her loyal children, as well as to compete amongst yourselves for the right to become my champion."
Images flashed through the minds of the two catgirls; the power, the pleasure, and the rewards that could easily be theirs if they only obeyed and worshipped this being of obvious great power. The pounding of rain upon the orphanage roof had vanished, and the song of birds could be heard.
Felicia growled at the words and stormed to the door, determined to pummel the speaker into apologizing for inflicting a permanent state of heat upon her. But her wrath faded, replaced by awe as she saw the sky above her home.
Though it was bright as day, the sky was a deep black, dotted with stars as well as other, larger objects that were far, far closer. Some that looked as if one could fly to them, if one had wings. From her place on the third floor balcony across from the chapel Felicia could see over the garden between the three wings of the orphanage, past the dried up creek, and down into the mountain valley below. The plants and trees around the orphanage were far different than those found several hundred feet beyond it, and Felicia now knew why. They hadn't been planted, the buildings had been built here and sent into her own world.
They had been out of place and they would have given most people a subconscious feeling of unease, shooing them away. But Felicia was a supernatural creature herself, and had been drawn to the site, enraptured by its power, and when the structure was called home, it took all the occupants along with it.
"Mimi, make sure everyone stays inside. Get everybody down into the basements, find Grace and Lucy and get them down there too. Have the older children help move the nursery down there, and make sure that..." Felicia blinked, as if suddenly realizing something.
She looked down and ran a hand over her trim, flat midsection, looking puzzled. "Eliza, Kathryn, Delilah, and Anita." She said, naming off her four daughters who were in the nursery, being overseen by Grace. The eldest of the catgirls, aside from Felicia, Grace tended to the nursery, and though she was not pregnant she oddly had begun to lactate and enjoyed nursing Felicia's children, as well as the other half dozen babies. "Has it really been that long? I feel like I still ought to be pregnant..." Felicia said softly, "What did that so-called goddess do to me? Why do I feel so weird and..."
One of the older boys rounded the corner, panting, his long black hair hanging in his face, "Mimi, the TV signal went out. We can't get anything, not even on the radio on Mei's MP3 player." Yuri managed to pant. He stared at Felicia, who was holding her midsection, her teeth clenched.
"Is Sister Felicia alright?" he asked, worried, taking a step forward.
"I don't..." Mimi began, only to be knocked out of the way as Felicia darted forward.
"Why do I need your cock inside me?" she yowled, finishing her sentence, once more overcome with heat. The human youth's eyes widened, and he blushed at her words, not quite realizing what they meant before the catwoman impacted with him, her lips finding his, her taloned hands clawing for the zipper of his pants.
Mimi shuddered, unable to stop herself from watching as her mentor removed Yuri's pants and began to work her tongue over his half-erect member. The unmistakable scent (to a catgirl's keen nose) of semen filled the air; it seemed that the strange orgasmic sensation that had struck Felicia and Mimi had hit some of the other residents as well.
The catgirl found herself licking her lips, wanting to join Felicia in lapping Yuri's shaft clean of every drop, and then coaxing more from him. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the two, heat building once more in her loins. Mimi crawled over to the wall, leaning against it, her view perfect to watch Felicia and Yuri as the catwoman toyed with her young charge, coaxing him to full erection with her tongue.
"Mmm... just what I need..." Felicia purred as she lowered herself onto the young man's cock. Mimi felt a stab of jealousy, loathing that it wasn't her pussy that Yuri's delicious manhood was filling, but for the moment her fingers would suffice. Mmm... maybe if she asked, Felicia would share?
That seemed fair. She'd ask, just as soon as Felicia was done. The catwoman let out a yowl of pleasure as the young man filled her. He had looked confused at first, and a little afraid. But now it seemed he was quite enjoying himself, a blissful expression on his face. He almost seemed to be purring with delight. Mimi blinked at that, for Yuri was indeed purring. It was perfectly normal for a catperson to do, but Mimi was rather sure that humans didn't purr during sex. But as she drew in a breath through her nose, she found that Yuri's scent wasn't human. It was something familiar, and yet different. It was most definitely Yuri, but there was also a goodly portion of it that was feline, as well as a part of the familiar scent of the other catgirls, but... different.
Silver-grey claws tore their way through the toes of Yuri's shoes and the matching talons upon the young male's fingers were digging into the carpet as Felicia really began to ride him. The catwoman's own pinkish claws tore open Yuri's shirt, caressing the strips of white, grey, and black fur they found beneath the garment. Mimi watched in fascination as fur began to grow over Yuri's skin.
At first it seemed to be in a pattern like Mimi and the other catgirls had, but instead it seemed that they were stripes of darker fur, with the lighter shade emerging several seconds later. Was this what a male catperson looked like; more bestial and feral looking than the females? The young catgirl wasn't sure, but the soft shimmering coat of Yuri made her want to press up against him, to cuddle against the shiny softness. The catboy let out a playful growl and knocked Felicia's arms aside, making the catwoman tumble down atop him. He pressed ebon lips against hers, his face pushing outward slightly into a feline muzzle. Felicia didn't seem to mind and gleefully explored Yuri's new maw with her tongue.
Felicia's tail lashed from side to side, something cats usually did when agitated. Mimi had seen this happen when the older catgirls were getting intimate. It meant they'd claw your face off if you interrupted them. Quite rapidly Yuri had a tail of his own joining in the motion.
Mimi found herself wanting to play with it, for it was unlike her own and those of the other catgirls. It was large, thick, and very fluffy, with long, shaggy fur that Mimi wanted to run her fingers through, to cuddle up against, and to groom playfully with her rough tongue. In the span of a few minutes Yuri had gone from a well-built young human to a drop dead gorgeous snow leopard-boy with a coat of beautiful fur to die for. This sort of thing didn't just happen, and Mimi had never detected the slightest hint of anything feline in his scent, or anything supernatural for that matter.
Yuri let out a feral roar as he climaxed, joined by a pleasured yowl from Felicia, who threw her head back as the catboy's seed surged into her eager body. Mimi could see the stress and tension almost oozing from her mentor's body as each jet of seed pumped into her hungry sex.
With a satisfied sigh Felicia stood, revealing Yuri's altered equipment; his shaft was nearly a foot long, and rather oddly shaped if what Mimi had seen in the showers was anything to go by. It was also a shade of black that stood out against the white-grey fur of Yuri's underbelly. And despite his romp with Felicia the cute male was still hard, and he looked rather eager for more. Felicia looked somewhat confused and was staring off into space as several emotions seemed to have her in their grip simultaneously.
Mimi grinned, if her mentor wasn't going to tend to the needs of the cute male, he was open for some equally needy female to take and ravish. The catgirl was on Yuri in an instant, snuggling into the snow leopard's soft pelt.
The catboy had a fanged grin upon his face as he guided his length into Mimi's sopping snatch. The catgirl was more calm and placid than Felicia had been, but no less needy. Instead of on his back, Yuri sat instead, with Mimi in his lap. He purred happily, stroking her sapphire hair and licking playfully at her ears. It felt so natural to him, so right. It was what he ought to do for a soft, small, cute feline lover. He brushed a lock of bright red hair out of his eyes and tilted Mimi's head back, allowing him to look into the catgirl's needful eyes for a moment before giving her the sweet kiss she craved.
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For the first time in quite some time Felicia's mind was perfectly clear, utterly free of the lustful fog that had bewitched it for such a long while. She wasn't sure how long exactly she had been under the influence of the demonic being that had perverted her chapel and seduced her and the other catgirls into committing such wicked, depraved acts of lust.
But even as she could recognize them as such, she didn't feel any sort of anger, regret, or outrage at the actions. She'd just... had sex with one of the young men that had been entrusted to her care, while he'd transformed into a feline creature, as much snow leopard as human, unlike herself. Felicia was more human-like than cat-like, and had never seen a creature like the one that Yuri had become.
Well, she had, but it hadn't been of a feline nature. But oddly there seemed to be a portion of Felicia's kind within the young male. The natural rosettes of the leopard were also joined by stripe-like markings that greatly resembled the strips and patterning of fur that grew over the bodies of all the catgirls.
A year, perhaps more, spent in debauchery had certainly left its mark upon Felicia, for as she turned her gaze upon the coupling of Yuri and Mimi her first thoughts weren't to scold them about having sex before marriage, or to warn of the dangers of pregnancy, or any of a dozen other things a responsible adult ought to. Rather her thoughts were along the lines of "They look like they're having fun. I wonder if they'd mind if I joined in?"
Despite the almost instinctual desire to join in, Felicia didn't feel the least bit aroused. For the first time in a long while she actually felt no sexual need whatsoever. Free of lust and of mental fog, Felicia actually felt like herself again, almost. She turned away from the mating cat-couple, ashamed at her wicked thoughts. Some darkness had slowly trickled into her soul, driving out the pure light that had once dwelled there. There was a strange disconnect between her rational mind and her emotions and instincts. She recognized that the way she was feeling was wrong, that it was strange, that it was not who she was. Yet her emotions and desires were completely anathema to the person she believed herself to be.
Felicia shuddered, her fur standing on end as a shiver went through her body. Something terrible was happening nearby, but she didn't know where. Felicia closed her eyes and tried to focus upon the strange sensation, but it slipped away from her. Held almost tauntingly out of her reach.
"You cannot use your mistress' power and reject it at the same time." Purred an amused voice.
Felicia spun, looking all around her, but could not find the source of the strange voice. It sounded... oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it.
"Things are happening that are beyond your control, pretty kitty," the voice continued, "And the only way you're going to be able to come out of this without anyone getting hurt is to let in a little bit of that darkness."
"Who are you?" Felicia growled, turning in a slow circle, not wanting to put her back to an unseen foe, she edged towards a door and tugged it open, her keen feline eyes seeing through the darkness, but finding nothing but a stairwell.
"For as long as the Dark Moon is at its zenith and the Black Pantheon tests its champions, I will be your guide." The voice purred, "Beyond that? Who knows?"
"Dark Moon? Black Pantheon? What's going on?!" the catwoman virtually roared, echoing up and down the empty staircase.
"Your orphanage and all those within it have been plucked from your world and placed in this one. Gerrig, the dark goddess whom you are championing, has called you and others like you here to do battle. You will fight for her amusement, and out of it all one of you will rise and become champion, becoming mother or father to the next of her demigod children." The voice explained.
Felicia wrinkled her nose, "I don't want any part of that, fighting, dark goddesses, demon children, anything like that! I just want to have a nice, peaceful life here. I want to help people!"
The voice chuckled, "Right now there are four of your orphans fighting in your stead. The only way you're going to get to them before something unfortunate happens is to accept that the darkness is a part of you."
Felicia slammed a fist into the wall, sending bits of plaster falling onto the steps.
"Dark does not always mean evil, you know. The darkness in a movie theater that lets you more easily see the screen, the warm darkness beneath your bed covers in the morning, the darkness surrounding two lovers sleeping in a tender embrace..."
Felicia gritted her teeth and stopped struggling against the unfamiliar mindscape of her emotions and instincts, she let the person that the dark goddess had forced her into becoming taken over. But only for a moment, and in that moment she heard feral growls of rage and a cry of pain. It was enough, she knew where she needed to be.
Her claws clicked upon the tile floor as she burst out the front door, heading towards the fish pond behind the orphanage. Felicia hoped she would be in time...
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Title: Free Pottery
Tags: hunks, twins, ethnic, turks, mature, double penetration, gay anal, threesomes, outdoors, hairy
I needed to get away from Avis. I normally hadn't gone with her on her buying sprees for the boutique gift shop we owned and she ran in the well-heeled Buckhead suburb of Atlanta. I tried to keep busy managing the tennis program at Georgia Tech. I'd been a top twenty professional once and still played doubles in tournaments when I could get a partner willing to chase the balls down. At nearly thirty-five I wasn't up to that anymore. I had to rely on a power backhand and placement.
That's what I taught at Georgia Tech. Power backhand and placement, and I always had a student or two willing to show me power and placement of another kind when Avis was off on her buying sprees.
For some reason I'd lost my reason and agreed to go to Greece with her in search of exotic pottery for the store. A week of her yapping and arguing with Greek merchants had given me a headache. I volunteered to canvas the northern, Turkish coast of Cyprus, alone. Getting into that enclave was such a hassle and required such a convoluted travel schedule that Avis let me go by myself.
What Avis didn't know, though, was that I had been given some very good recommendations on where to stay and what to do in Turkish Cyprus—and that ever since that Turkish exchange student, Erdiz, had shown me that masterful backstroke of his the previous summer, I had been dying to have another young Turkish man between my thighs.
I arrived in Turkish Cyprus on a plane from Istanbul, having already made reservations at a gay boutique hotel east of Kyrenia on the northern coast. I hadn't given Avis anything but a name and a number and she was so wrapped up in herself that I knew she wouldn't check the hotel out—in fact that she wouldn't try calling me at all. The hotel consisted of six separate villa-style suites cascading down the Kyrenia mountainside below the artists' enclave of Bellapais and toward the Mediterranean coast. The rooms of the hotel clustered around a series of terraces and a swimming pool.
The man at the desk when I checked in, a heavily tanned, solidly built, muscular man in his fifties with a white-toothed smile, wavy gray hair on his head, and salt and pepper hair curling at the neckline and armpits of his athletic T-shirt, asked me if I was in Cyprus on business or for pleasure. I answered, "Both, I hope."
"I assume you know what sort of hotel this is," he asked, with a guarded smile this time.
I answered that I did, that it had been recommended to me by a previous pleased guest, and that I hoped that would be the pleasure part of my trip. I added, though, that I was here to buy pottery in bulk for a boutique in the states.
He gave me a big smile, a wink, and a second, lingering look.
He had a slight, young Turkish man lead me to one of the small villas, which was one large room, with full plate glass at the end pointed to the sea and a bath on one side and small kitchenette on the other side at the opposite end, with the entrance foyer between them.
The young man walked with mincing steps in front of me. He was close to being beautiful rather than handsome. Somewhat androgynous, but arousingly so, I'm sure, for anyone aroused by such a type. This didn't really include me, though; I prefered muscle men who would use me. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and trousers that were almost transparent. He had thong briefs on underneath. And he was barefoot.
When we arrived at the villa and he'd done the obligatory instructions on what was what and how it worked, he asked me if there would be anything else he could do for me—anything at all. It was quite obvious that he was offering himself to me.
I told him that he was quite handsome, but that he wasn't really what I was looking for.
He took it well. He asked me what I was interested in, and I saw no reason not to tell him directly and in detail. I was to find that all Turkish men took it well. I was also to find that if they saw something they liked, they took it—and they usually took it well.
My first experience of that came not more than two hours later. The invitation of the swimming pool and the dark-blue sea beyond were too enticing, and I changed into a Speedo and took my sunglasses, a book, and towels out to the pool and claimed a lounger.
I was the only one there, except for an older man across the pool and one terrace down who was availing himself of the hospitality of the young bellhop who had offered himself to me, without luck. They were entwined on a lounger, with the guest—who was probably northern European and whose body was going to fat—huffing and puffing as he fucked the young Turk.
I tried to ignore them and to get interested in my book and taking the sun's rays. I hadn't been there very long, though, before the man who had checked me in—who I was to learn was the owner of the hotel—put me in the shadows by standing between me and the sun.
He was a fine figure of a man. In fact, other than age, he was very much like what I had told the bellhop what I was interested in. He now was without his T-shirt. He was muscular, with a barrel chest, and his torso and arms were quite hairy. My tennis player, Erdiz, had been hairy too. It was part of what I enjoyed about him. Erdiz was much younger and trimmer than the man standing before me. He was also much more handsome of face. But this man had a rugged charm about him. And that ready smile. And his hands were big and his fingers long and thick. And I looked down at his toes in his open-toed sandals. They were thick and long too, and hair covered.
"I am Karamat," he said. "We met at the reception desk."
"Yes we did," I answered
"I own the hotel. I sent Musa with you to your room, but he said you were not interested—at least not in him."
"Musa is very nice," I answered. "But, no, he is not what interests me. He seems to be busy now."
We both looked over at the other lounger. Musa was on his chest, with his midsection and legs in the air. The northern European was holding Musa's legs at his side and fucking the young man like he was fucking a wheelbarrow.
"I'm not sure I've ever seen that position," I remarked, keeping my tone amused. "I certainly haven't tried it."
"You must like men inside you then," he said rather matter-of-factly. "And it's a fine position. You *should* try it."
"Yes, I do like men inside me. And maybe someday I will try that," I answered in the same vein.
He sat down on the lounger beside my thigh then, leaning over me, with his hand down beside my opposite side. "Would you like me to suck and fuck you, then? I assure you that I do it very well. Do you like Turkish men. Not boys, men."
"Yes," I said. "I like Turkish men very much. And before you ask, I like hairy men. But I've only had younger men."
"Bah. What do younger men know about fucking other men? You need to be at least fifty to do it well, to make men beg for it again."
"I've always thought that the second fuck was nicer than the first," I said. "You have your hand on my cock." And he did; he was lightly massaging my basket.
"Do you mind?"
"No. It feels good."
"Do you want to see what I fuck with?"
"Sure. Why not."
Karamat stood and dropped his shorts to the ground. I gasped at the size of him. He was in half erection. And the hair on his dark brown body was salt and pepper everywhere but on his head, which was gray, and his pubes, which were still black.
"See, my head is old, but my cock is young," he said. "The hair tells you." And then he laughed. "The best for you. My head knows what to do; my cock can still do it."
"That's nice to know."
"I suck and fuck you now, yes? I make your trip worthwhile."
I smiled and lifted my hips off the surface of the lounger. He leaned down and pulled my Speedo down my legs.
"Very nice," he said, giving what Turks must use for a wolf whistle, making a popping sound from his mouth with his plump thumb. "Many men fuck you? Your hole tight or slack?"
"Not many—and usually with weeks or months between one and the next. Tight, I would guess. Does it make a difference?"
"If slack, I have ways to tighten it up. Tight is good. You feel it good. You not afraid?" he asked. He was holding his cock and waving it at me.
"Yes, of course I'm afraid of what you're waving at me. But that's part of the enjoyment, isn't it."
"I like you. You're not shy. I give you good fuck, I think. It's always better to take it with joy," he said, with a broad smile on his face.
He fished around in the pocket of his shorts and brought out a tube of lubricant and three condom packets.
"Three?" I asked in mock shock.
"You said the second is better than the first, so we see what three is like." He was smiling again.
"We'll see about that," I said, with a laugh.
He sat back down on the lounger, opened the lubricant, and took some in his hand. Then he leaned his face over my groin, took the bulb of my cock in his mouth, and started to suck. I moaned and ran the fingers of both of my hands into his hair. I had every intention to get as much enjoyment out of this as he would give me. One of his hands went under my thighs, and I felt his lubricated fingers at my hole. He licked up and down my shaft and then took it all in—once, twice, three times. I shuddered and lifted my hips off the lounger. He had moved a finger deep inside me.
I moaned deeply. It was obvious that he could give me much enjoyment.
He came up for air and said, "Yes, very tight. I like tight. Like taking a virgin. But we loosen it up a little, I think. You enjoy it more." He took one of my legs and lifted my ankle to his shoulder and then went back to sucking the bulb of my cock and worrying my hole with his lubed finger. Then two fingers, and he was moving them in and out, finger fucking me. His tongue was flicking my piss hole, and I was groaning and writhing under him.
"Young men do this to you?" he asked when he came up for air.
"No," I answered. "They are more direct and more insistent. They focus on themselves, their own needs."
"Ah, older men like me—and soon you—know how to savor it. How to have more pleasure; but more, how to give pleasure. And you are a guest here. We work to your pleasure."
Three fingers and I was grunting and groaning. His mouth was pumping down on my shaft. Quicker and quicker. I came in a flood into his mouth.
"Sorry," I whispered. "It was too good."
"Just one," he said with a laugh. "I make you come four times. Each one better than the one before."
He lifted the hand that he'd been fingering my hole with and flashed four fingers. He slowly and with a wink inserted each finger in is mouth, in turn, and sucked them.
"Oh, god," I croaked.
"Now me. First one very businesslike. You like second, so first one just to put us both in the mood." He stood up from me, straddling the lounger and my thighs and made a show of rolling a condom on his cock and lathering it up with lube.
"First time is for conquering," he said. "Once you are mine, we make love. Or maybe you don't—"
"Stop talking and fuck me," I said. "Yes, hard and deep. Take no prisoners. Make me feel it. Use me." I spoke in a low growl that I didn't recognize as my voice.
He gave me an intense look, grabbed my ankles and spread and raised my legs, pulling my pelvis up off the lounger as well. I rolled it up. He positioned the bulb of his cock at my entrance. I grunted and groaned as he worked the bulb inside.
And then he stopped, leaving his bulb inside the entrance, while I adjusted to it and tried my best to pull it further in with the muscles of my sphincter. This was working, he slowly was moving inside.
"Ah, good. You are good at this. I think we both will take our pleasure from this," he murmured. "But you are too anxious. More pleasure if you know your need for it enough to beg for it."
I began to pant, to beg for it. I scrabbled for his nipples through the matting of hair on his chest, trying to provoke him to plunge into me. He was smiling more cruelly now.
"Shit. Fuck! Give it to me!"
"We will see if a young man can do this for you."
I cried out as he plunged down, down, down. Out and then plunge, again. I cried out again and raised my pelvis to him. When he'd bottomed this time, he held deep inside. I plaintively begged him to fuck, pulling at his body hair, raising my mouth to his nipples and sucking hard, getting my hands around on his buttocks and squeezing the meaty globes and trying to pull him deeper inside me. I beat on his chest with my fists.
God, I wanted him to fuck me hard—more than I'd ever wanted in a fuck before.
He pulled away from me, and slipped out. Then he rose up on his feet, his legs straddling the lounger, and flipped me over. He grabbed my legs, pulling me up to where only my chest and cheek were on the surface of the lounger. With a laugh, he plunged back into me with his cock, and began wheelbarrow fucking me like I had remarked on about the fat guy and androgynous bell boy across the pool. I grabbed the upper legs of the lounger, hanging on for dear life, and cried out my passion while he pumped me hard and deep, not stopping until I had come again.
Karamat let me collapse on my belly on the lounger, and he came down, full length, on top of me. He had come too. I was so absorbed in my own ejaculation that I don't know if we came together or he came first or after.
I felt him go soft inside me while he ran his hands over my body and nibbled at the hollow of my neck. He moved down my body, kissing as he went, until he was crouched behind me. He tongued and nibbled at my buttocks, and then I felt him pulling my dick and balls through my legs. I moaned, widened the stance of my legs, and came up slightly on my knees, presenting my ass to his attentions.
When he swallowed my ball sack and began to roll my balls inside his mouth, I rewarded him with another deep moan. He was holding and slow-stroking my cock with a hand.
"Do your young men give you this attention? Has anyone else done this to you after a first fuck?" he asked.
"No," I answered with a groan. He moved his mouth to my cock and then my hole. Back to my cock and then my hole. And I ejaculated for the third time.
I heard him fiddling with a condom packet, and then he was straddling my hips and riding me in long, deep, slow strokes. He had his fists pushed into my shoulder blades, bearing the weight of his body, but then he slipped them around under my chest and arched my back up to him. I turned my face toward his and we kissed for the first time. He tasted of tobacco and brandy. He was palming my chest, rubbing both nipples between thumb and forefinger, and rocking my body back and forth on his cock.
This time I felt him ejaculate into the balloon of the condom inside me, and I sighed and murmured, "Thank you. The second time was even better."
"You are a sweet fuck," he muttered back in a matter-of-fact voice. "I leave you now for a while. I have to build up again after two and there is work to be done. If you want me to finish you, stay here and I'll be back."
"Finish me?" I murmured. "How could there be more?"
"Stay around and you'll find out," he answered. "I am Turk; there's always more."
I laughed at that—at the inference that I was some sort of project that needed to be finished well. But I stayed, on my belly, luxuriating in the pleasure I had gotten out of his mature, experienced body. And from his bull's cock.
I looked out over the pool. Musa, the small bell boy was riding the prone figure of the Northern European now. And nearby, two men were entwined on a lounger. I couldn't tell who was fucking whom. They were both Europeans and were young and thin. I decided they must be a couple, retreating here to do what they couldn't so openly do at home.
A young man was cleaning the pool. He had a gorgeously well-developed body and was wearing a skimpy black bathing suit. His body was a nutty brown, and he had a full head of black, curly hair and a Fu Man Chu mustache. He wasn't nearly as hairy as Karamat was, but there was a trace of matting under his pecs and a thin line running down to the waistband of his swim suit, which dipped down in front, permitting pubic hair to rim the waistband. When he raised his arms, though, there was a good bit of hair in his pits. His torso was tightly sculpted, and the veins popped out on his powerful arms.
I dozed, thinking of him. When I woke, not knowing why I had done so, Karamat was sitting beside me again, massaging my body with his strong hands. The Northern European and Musa were gone, as was the pool man. The young European couple were in the pool, one belly up to the side of the pool with his arms splayed out over the pool deck tiles. His partner was embracing him from behind and they were kissing—and, I presume, fucking.
"You are awake."
"Yes."
"You have not run from me."
"No."
"We know each other well now. Two fucks and we are friends. Now we will be lovers, yes?"
"Yes, please."
"I fuck you know like a Turk fucks his lover."
He stood and I watched him roll on a condom—the third one. He turned me on my side on the lounger, away from him, and then stretched out behind me. He pulled my body into his, and I turned my face to his, and we kissed, as we both explored each other's bodies to the extent that we could reach. He pulled my pelvis into his groin and reached down and pulled my calf up so that my leg was bent. I felt the knee of his leg cover my other leg and pull it back a bit.
And then he was slowly entering me—and entering, entering, entering. One of his hands went to my cock and encased it and he slow fucked and slow stroked me to my promised fourth coming, his third, and to, indeed, what was the most sensual fuck of the three.
"You must lock your door tonight," he whispered in my ear.
"Why? I've heard that Cyprus is perfectly safe."
"If you do not lock your door, you may be attacked and raped."
I didn't lock my door that night.
In the darkest of night, I felt the weight of a body on my chest. And hands encasing my head. And a hard cock presented at my mouth. As I sucked, I ran my hands up onto his chest. Nearly hairless, trim but heavily muscled. Young, virile. The cock sweet in my mouth. Rock hard, but not especially long or thick. It wasn't Karamat.
He kneed my legs spread and pushed his knees underneath my buttocks. As he entered me, he leaned down over me, and we kissed. The silky smoothness of a mustache. I tongued his chest as he pumped me and ran my tongue up into his hairy pits, sniffing and appreciating the maleness of him, his musky scent.
He came inside me and I realized he wasn't crowned. I didn't care. I wanted all of him. I regretted he had come so fast. But surprisingly he didn't soften. Young and virile. He turned me on my belly and rode my ass until we came together—me for the first time, he for the second.
Laying full length on me, he spoke for the first time, in a whisper. "Sorry. I saw you at the pool—with Karamat. I wanted you too. You did not lock your door. I begged Karamat, and he said I could have you. He told me that I was his gift to you, that he fuck you tomorrow again."
"He didn't ask me. You must be punished, I think," I whispered back. "Lay on your back, or I will complain to Karamat."
We changed positions and I rode his cock into the dawn, as he gripped and spread my buttocks with strong, pool man hands—to open me for the repeated invasion of my spread hole with his ramrod cock.
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"Pottery? You want pottery? And you want to know if I know where this piece was made?" Karamat turned the coffee mug I'd given him over and over in his hands. He was smiling a funny sort of smile. "Sure, I know this pottery. It's from Kemal's. On the coast west of Kyrenia. I'll call and have them send a man to drive you there, if pottery is what you want."
"You know what I want, Karamat, but pottery is what is paying for this stay at your hotel. It isn't really necessary for you to get me a driver. I can get a taxi."
"No problem; they want to send a car for you," Karamat said. He couldn't seem to lose that lopsided grin. "I'm sure they will enjoy serving you."
He went into the office of the hotel to make a telephone call, and I went back to my villa to rest until the driver came for me.
It had been a tiring day. I hadn't gotten much sleep and was gloriously sore, but walking down in the castle harbor town of Kyrenia had helped me exercise muscles back into shape and deaden any pain I had experienced. I just wasn't used to so much sex of that intensity—and from two different men—in that short a period.
In Kyrenia I had moved from one souvenir or gift shop to another, seeking local-made pottery Avis would like. There were some vividly painted scenes of ancient Turkish warriors done on large display plates that I found were made in mainland Turkey, and I managed, with the help of the shop here, to order a shipment of those by telephone to be shipped directly to Atlanta.
But other than that, there was disappointingly little. That was with the exception of the unusual coffee mug I had found. It was of a tan earth color, rough pottery on the outside, with geometric designs etched into it while the pottery was still wet—obviously by hand or a stencil roller but by a deft hand. Only the inside and lip of the cup were glazed before firing. I had found a few bowls of this and a set of wine glasses and a water pitcher, as well. I'd only bought the cup, though, so that I could show it to Karamat. The shopkeepers I'd asked concerning the origin of the pottery were only willing to obtain it for me. But I didn't want a middleman on the payroll or I wouldn't have come here directly.
I was dozing in my room when the telephone buzzed and Karamat was summoning me to take my ride to the Kemal pottery.
As I walked up to the hotel office, I saw that Karamat was talking with a young Turk, who, it seemed like all of the Turkish men here, was handsome, dark and sultry, and built like an athlete. He had a slightly thugish look to him, like anyone who went with him would be used roughly, which gave me chills. He also cast on me the same speculative smile I'd seen others do since I came to Cyprus.
"This is Rafat," Karamat said. "He will take you to the pottery." They had been speaking with their heads close together as I approached. They both looked up and gave me brilliant smiles when they sensed I was there. They both were in shorts and droopy athletic Ts, with deep cuts in the armholes, showing thick matting of black hair in their pits, and curly hair cascading out of the dip in the neckhole. Such revealing wear seemed to be the casual apparel of choice in Turkish Cyprus. They both filled their clothes out very well—the mature, Zeus-like Karamat and the young, Apollo-like man talking with him.
Rafat and I were soon scuttling along the coastline on a bad road in an old Holden with so many knocks and squeals that I had to concentrate hard on what the young man was saying. I was watching his hands on the wheel, although his hands didn't spend much time on the wheel. He was being very expressive with them. They were good, sensual hands. The fingers were long, with curls of dark hair above the knuckles. He touched me a few times while we were driving and he was gesturing and even ran his hand down my chest once when he had flung his hand out, protectively, when we had taken a curve in the road hard.
"You stay at Karamat's hotel, yes?"
He damn well knew I was staying there. "Yes."
"Karamat, he treats you well, yes?"
"Yes, he's very hospitable." I knew what he meant by that. He'd put his hand on my thigh and squeezed as he shot me a brilliant, knowing smile. "And he's a master at what he does." I wanted Rafat inside me, and I wasn't going to be in Cyprus long enough to beat around the bush about it. He'd left no question what he wanted from me.
"You like hairy men?"
"Yes, very much so. And men who take what they want."
"Good," he said, flashing a big smile at me. "Karamat said you were very enjoyable."
Rafat let me off at the front door of a squat stuccoed building with picture windows on either side of the entry. Bars covered these windows. It had the look of an old, disused army barracks about it. Rafat urged me to go on in and look around in their showroom while he parked the Holden behind the building.
I entered the showroom to find, standing behind a counter—Rafat. Although he was quick to point out that he wasn't Rafat, but Selat, the twin of Rafat.
"Please, please. Look around. Uncle Karamat told us what you were interested in—and what you were looking for in pottery wholesale. He say you like the half glaze ware."
"Yes, that intrigues me. I don't think I've ever seen any pottery like that. It's just glazed on the inside." "Uncle" Karamat, I was thinking. He hadn't told me they were related. Perhaps that was why he'd given me such a sloppy grin when I'd shown him the coffee mug.
"Yes. That makes it cheaper. But we find many tourists like it—even better than our more artistic, full-glazed pottery. But, please, look around. We make you a very nice deal. Yes, very nice indeed. Uncle Karamat tell us what you like."
I knew he wasn't talking about pottery any more, not really. I felt myself going hard—especially as Rafat had just entered the showroom. Seeing the two of them together was very arousing.
As the two talked to each other in whispers and undulged at furtive looks at me, I wandered around the store. The half-glazed pottery, indeed, was very enticing—as were many of their fully glazed and decorated pottery pieces. They had pottery with vine leaves either etched into the raw clay or painted on the surface that would, I believed, sell very, very well in Buckhead. Yes, very enticing. I looked at the twins, standing there and smiling at me, proud of their work and hopeful of its sale. They were very enticing too.
"Are these all the samples?" I asked. "Any more somewhere?" I couldn't hide that I was looking for some place more private than the showroom.
"Yes," Selat said, with a broad grin. "We have more. And a very special collection in the back. You come back and see?"
"Yes, please," I said. Selat ushered me toward a doorway covered with a beaded curtain. I saw that Rafat was at the shop door, locking it and turning the sign to "Closed."
The room Selat led me into was not large. Three sides were lined with shelves, containing pottery. A double bed was set against the fourth wall, between two shuttered windows.
My eyes went to the double bed and lingered there.
"Selat and I take turns sleeping here at night," Rafat said. "For protection of the shop. We also fuck here."
I turned my gaze toward Selat, being slightly embarrassed that the young men were so openly hitting me and were so assured. Of course, I had given them every reason to be assured.
"Perhaps this pottery will interest you," Selat said, as he led me over to one wall.
Arranged on the shelves, using the half-glazed technique were a dozen or more cups, bowls, and pitchers.
"Pick one up," Selat said. "Examine it closely. I think that you'll like it." Rafat was standing close behind me. As I picked a cup up—and then almost dropped it as I saw the images etched into it—I felt his hands go to my hips.
I shuddered. The cup was covered with homoerotic art. Like ancient Greek urns, men straddling men on couches. Fondling, sucking, fucking.
I picked several pieces up, all the same, plus some of stylized hard penises.
"You find them interesting?" Selat asked. He was very close to me now too.
"Very interesting, yes," I replied. "But not really what I can sell in Atlanta—at least not in my shop. You have much more—out in the showroom—that I could use, though."
"But perhaps we have something you would want, could use, more privately," Selat said in a low voice. "We can give you a very good deal—a very good deal for someone who was a good friend of Uncle Karamat's—and, we hope, of Rafat and me too."
Rafat had his hands running up under my T-shirt, to my pecs.
"Let's see what kind of deal we can make," Selat said. He took the bowl I was looking at out of my hand and gently returned it to the shelf. Rafat was pulling me over into the center of the room.
"We fuck you now, yes?"
"Yes," I answered breathlessly.
"Both together?"
"If you want."
They sandwiched me, Selat in front and Rafat in back. They had already shucked their own Ts. Rafat pulled mine over my head as Selat unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and let my shorts hit the floor. Rafat was embracing me from behind and moved a hand to cup my chin and turn my face to his for a deep kiss. Selat pulled my briefs down off my legs and he followed them down, going down on his knees and taking my cock in his mouth. Rafat went down on his knees too and he was working between my crack with his mouth and fingers.
I had to grab their heads, Selat's with one hand, and Rafat's with the other, to maintain my balance.
But I didn't have to do that long. The two stood, stripped off their own shorts and briefs, and began working me between them. I could feel both of their cocks between my thighs. For a brief moment, I thought they were going to take me, together, standing there. I had given permission for that, but I'd thought it would be something we'd work up to, if it happened. Selat had already raised one of my legs against his thigh with a hand under my knee. I felt he was on the cusp of pulling the other one up and settling my channel on his cock—with Rafat's right there as well. I moaned, scared, but half wanting it. But when I was sure that was going to happen, they were moving me, toward the bed.
They had me on my back at the end of the bed and were tag-teaming me. Taking turns holding my legs spread and fucking me and feeding me their cocks while kneeling above my head. Every five minutes or so they would switch positions. They occasionally showed concern that maybe I had had enough. They didn't volunteer to stop altogether, but they assured me that they could finish me if I was growing weary. Fascinated by being taken by hunky twins, though, I encouraged them to fuck on.
One of them pulled out of me—I no longer remembered which was which—but rather than switching, the one at my head started working underneath me, until I was full on top of him and his hard cock was pushing up under my ball sack. The brothers worked together to get his cock inside me and then he crossed his arms tightly across my chest, right under my pits, which drew my arms up to where they were effectively trapped.
Then what I had both feared and hoped for before was happening. The other twin was working his cock inside me on top of his brother's. I panted and whimpered, surprised that I could take them as big as they'd both gotten.
"Can you manage?" a voice in my ear whispered. "I can tell Rafat—"
"No, please. Don't stop. I've never . . . but I want . . ." So the one on top was Rafat. The one under Selat.
And then Rafat began to pump, and I zipped right to heaven. I was spouting in no time and Rafat pulled out of me long enough to lean down and clean my cock with his mouth. And then he was inside me, pumping again. Selat was moaning now as well and the brothers kissed over my shoulder and then each, in turn, kissed me.
When I opened my eyes, there was another man in the room. A near duplicate of Karamat. He pulled his T over his head. The same hairy barrel chest.
"Our father, Kemal," Rafat said. "This is his shop. He can give you really, really good deal."
"Yes," I answered. I knew what he was asking.
Rafat's face and cock disappeared and now it was Kemal staring down in my eyes, Kemal entering me, Kemal—thicker than Rafat—pumping me on top of Selat's buried cock.
"Kemal says you are A number 1 good fuck," Selat said afterward, sitting beside me on the bed I was still laying on, panting and recovering. Selat was smiling broadly.
"The three of you were great too."
"Kemal, he doesn't speak English. So I ask for him. He says you can have two boxes—like that one over there—full of the pottery of your pick, for free—you just pay shipping and handling."
"That sounds good," I said. My mind was contemplating how much I had made on that marvelous fuck. I felt the need to close the deal before these guys figured out that I should be paying them for the cocking.
"You might want better deal—three boxes," Selat said rather haltingly.
"For what?" I asked.
"If you stay here, the night, with Kemal. And let him do whatever he wants with you."
Kemal was standing inside the door with the beaded curtain. His body was still beautiful to me. His smile was too. He was holding several lengths of nylon rope in one hand.
Ah, Avis, I thought, the deals I must make to keep your boutique shop profitable.
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Title: 48 Hours on Blue Bayou Pt. 48
Tags: first lady, male domination, oral sex, restraints, slavery, submission, training
**Part 48:** **Does a slave go naked to a new owner?**
*Authors' Note: Niamh and Julie are now at extremes of The Enterprises. What will, or even, can be done with Niamh, the slave who attacked her Owner? What is to be Julie's role as she waits for her new Owner to call for her? Some answers in this Part.*
*—* *Taliesin1 and J. Spe*
**Chapter 156: Interlude**
As soon as Martin had made sure that Niamh was comfortable and had calmed down, he headed back to his office where Anne, as always in an emergency, was running the desk.
He ticked off a few priorities. "First, I think we should try to dampen speculation about Niamh as much as practical. Please put out an internal memo, saying that Niamh is suffering from Nervous Exhaustion and needs a few days' rest. Then arrange a meeting here, tomorrow at 9:00 AM, for yourself, Pat, Edward and Charles."
"Accounting Report?" she asked.
"Yes, and Personnel Reports, too."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, what's up next?" Anne consulted the list.
"Nothing else this morning. IT manager at one, bank people at three. Documents are on your desk."
"Thank you, Anne. One more thing — ask Julie to visit Niamh, and tell Infirmary to let her in."
Their eyes met for a brief moment and much subliminal information was exchanged.
"Will do," said Anne.
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Though the chain attached by a cuff to her wrist allowed Niamh considerable movement, she was lying on the bed in the infirmary room where she was confined. Niamh went over the events of the last few hours repeatedly. A nurse had brought her some soup and a slice of bread but she had not been able to eat, both from a lingering feeling of nausea from the sedative that Anne had administered and from the memory of what she had done. She rehearsed Martin's words from every possible angle. All she could glean for certain was that her life would now irrevocably change.
Her worries were banished by relief when Julie's head appeared around the door.
"Niamh, what happened to you? Anne said to go to the Infirmary and talk to you."
"Julie!" she jumped up and hugged her friend. "I thought I would never see you again."
"But you're chained! What have you been doing?"
Julie's query brought Niamh back to earth.
"Oh, I've just ruined my entire life. Didn't Anne tell you?"
"Not a word."
Niamh related how she had "blown up" when she was told that Julie had been sold, and that she had totally lost control and attacked their Master. Thrown something at him.
"So here I am, on ice, waiting for my fate to be decided. I'm sure my sale will be the least of my punishments."
Julie wasn't so sure. "Poor Niamh. You let your feelings land you in hot water. A slave can't have emotions, and certainly not let them take over. That was my mistake. I let my emotions focus on Igor instead of my Master. I used up all my chances, so I had to be sold. Igor wanted to buy me, so I was sold to him. I can see that our Master was really looking after my best interests, because this way my loyalties will not be divided between our Master and Igor.
"Igor is leaving The Enterprises to start his own House of Slavery and I will go with him when he is ready. But in the meantime, I am leased back to The Enterprises, to help Igor pay for me, I suppose. I will be around for some time yet.
"You have to keep yourself under control at all times, otherwise you will continually screw up."
"I know! I really did screw up, and I can face the music, but I'm just sad because I'm sure our Master will cut his losses on me."
"Think of it this way. If we were both working for a normal company, and I was head-hunted for a job I really wanted, and as a result you got a promotion, then you would be happy for me and for yourself, too. I am really touched that you kicked over the traces for me, but really, you know, I don't mind being sold to Igor. I love him."
Niamh felt a bit silly after this explanation. She hugged Julie closer and was tearing up a little.
"It seemed so unfair, after all you have done and you've been so successful as First Lady. I'm sure I couldn't do half the things you do, and so efficiently. Of course, Master didn't say anything about Igor. I do know you're fond of him, so that would make sense. But it's too late now."
"Niamh, you have to cheer up a bit. I'm sure you will be alright. Probably your crime was even worse than mine, in the eyes of the Masters. When the first attempts at training me didn't work out, I was definitely told I would be sold and I was whisked down to the Intake Corridor, naked in a sirik, as you saw when you first arrived. Here, you are secluded, yes, but only chained by the wrist, not disgraced before all. I never thought I could be First Lady, either. I knew I would screw up, but I just did what I had to do, and I did screw up, but I learned fast and you will, too."
"But could The Master ever forgive me?"
"I don't know, but please accept your fate calmly. However bad things may be, they can always get worse for us slaves."
Niamh shook her head ruefully. "I know."
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**Chapter 157: Niamh's Trial**
A small and rather sombre group assembled in Martin's office next morning. Seated in the leather-bound seats around the great coffee table were Martin, Anne, Pat, Charles and Edward. They looked relaxed, but there was a palpable tension in the air. Anne handed each a bound folder of documents.
Martin and Anne began the proceedings by relating the events of the previous day, and Niamh's reaction, to Pat, Edward, and Charles. None of them looked too surprised given that they had been told that the meeting was to discuss the future deployment of Niamh
Martin cleared his throat. "I must emphasise that I personally take responsibility for part of what has happened. I did not account for the bond between Niamh and Julie, and I assumed that she would be happy to be First Lady."
"That is generous of you, Martin," said Edward, "but nevertheless, such conduct is inexcusable. I think we all know that, in former times, the consequences for a slave who attacked her Master would be most severe."
"I do not think we should even consider such a solution. It would be very problematic," Anne cut in. "I took a call from her sister Bridget, whom you have all met, just this morning, and I had to say she was temporarily indisposed. We cannot deny contact now without causing serious problems for all of us."
Edward sighed, "Yes, of course. I was not seriously suggesting the most severe solution but just to underline the seriousness."
"I, too, accept some measure of responsibility," said Charles. "After her initial training, I was having great difficulty deciding what to do with her. When we found she was qualified in Marketing, I was happy enough to let her be the solution for another pressing problem. She seemed to settle well with Hari Singh, but she had not finished her training."
"Of course," said Martin, "she's an intelligent girl, who generally knows when to keep her mouth shut and when to be a bit cheeky. She likes her work and she's very good at it. I've always held that a busy slave is a happy slave. It's when they get bored that they cause trouble. I'm extremely fond of her, and I admit it."
It was Pat's turn to speak. Anne and I were both slaves before we came to you. We knew the score alright and we were grateful for small mercies and a good Master."
"Are you saying I should be meaner?" asked Martin with a wry smile.
"Well, no, what I mean is that neither Julie nor Niamh have experienced the truly awful aspects of slavery. Neither of them, for example, ever had a Ceremonial. In a manner of speaking, they have been playing at slavery. They don't really believe it."
Martin considered Pat's point. He realized that neither slave had even witnessed the punishment that a Ceremonial whipping involved. "Mmm, well, it's too late now to reset the game. Julie will go with Igor but Niamh would be broken by returning to Square One. She would be worthless then."
A silence descended over the room, interrupted by the announcement of Morning Tea, brought in by a new slave girl in training. She was clearly nervous in the presence of such exalted Masters and Mistresses, but she served quietly and efficiently and withdrew.
"Let's now consider the Personnel and Accounting reports," said Martin. "Edward?"
"Well, yes, the ledger is fairly healthy in that respect. Of course, she was not very expensive, being totally untrained, and as Pat says, freshly caught. No spectacular financial coups, but her marketing work has been lucrative, though I don't really know how the accountants figure that out."
"Personnel reports, Charles?
"The first reports are a bit negative, before we put her with Hari, but he was exceptionally eloquent on her talents. Jane of Marketing also praises her highly, and would like to get more of her time. You will have to judge yourself the research work she does for you."
Martin was thoughtful for a few moments. "Pat, you may be right about 'playing at slavery,' especially for Niamh. I find her to be diligent, obedient and very effective. Without, I hope, appearing to be too conceited, she seems to have a strong emotional bond to me, more than usual between a slave and her Master. I certainly admit to finding her very attractive.
"Charles, that is what I would have expected: a valuable asset, before this unsettling event. Speaking of which, what is the gossip?"
"Mostly fairly benign. Some kind of 'emotional scene' seems to be the dominant opinion, with 'overworking her' added by a few," Pat replied.
Anne had been thinking of possible solutions and thought this was a good time to voice her favourite.
"Martin, you have recently sold Julie to Igor, as a personal slave, which has resolved a rather difficult conflict of emotions and loyalties. She stays and works here temporarily. Perhaps you should purchase Niamh as *your* personal slave. She would then be off The Enterprise's books and your responsibility. You could deploy her as First Lady, or however you please."
The meeting took a few moments to digest Anne's proposal. Then, as everyone, except Edward perhaps, wanted a solution that allowed Niamh to stay, there were murmurs of approval.
Finally, Edward cleared his throat. "That would be acceptable from the organizational side. If she works for The Enterprises, she would have a salary, which would go to you, Martin, so her price would be repaid over time. She will need to move into your apartment, which will be very useful as we could do with her room."
Martin was intrigued and relieved by Anne's suggestion. Overnight, he had realised how much Niamh had come to mean to him. He had been determined to keep her, one way or another.
"Thank you, Anne, and Edward, we have agreement. Edward, please work out a sale price we can use for discussion. Anne, we will need a contract written up and that sounds like a job for Julie. She has experience," he added with a grin.
The meeting was over, but there was one more item to complete.
"Anne, please have Fifteen bring Niamh up to my office as soon as possible."
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**Chapter 158: The Verdict is Executed**
Niamh had been somewhat reassured by her chat with Julie, but as there was nothing else to distract her beyond some rather bland meals, she fell once more to turning various alternative punishments over in her mind. That night, she had dreamt of standing naked on an auction block, while many unsavoury-looking men bid for her, their ribald cries echoing in the room and in her ears. All the time her Master had stood silently by. She had tried everything she could think of to catch his eye, or spark his interest, but he remained unmoved.
The morning brought another uninteresting breakfast, combined with more hours of inactivity and the dissolving dregs of her nightmare to increase her anxiety.
She had just decided that the worst outcome was certain, when a nurse opened the door to admit a smiling Fifteen.
Fifteen had asked Anne whether Niamh was allowed clothing and Anne had said "Yes," but had not specified what kind, so Fifteen had used her discretion to bring an armful of underwear, jeans, a casual blouse and pumps, which she dumped on the bed.
Niamh clambered off the bed to give Fifteen a hug. They clung together for nearly a minute.
"It's so good to see someone familiar, and smiling," said Niamh. "And you've brought some clothes. Are they for me?"
"Yes, I'm to take you to the Master. Anne said clothes were allowed. Let's get you dressed and on your way."
Fifteen had the key to the handcuff securing Niamh to the bed. She unlocked Niamh who quickly shed her Hospital gown and climbed into the items that Fifteen had brought.
"These are very casual. Are we going on a picnic? Or, am I going to the Auction House?"
"I'm sorry, Miss, I just don't know, and I just grabbed the first things that came to hand."
Niamh saw no reason to delay the inevitable. She held out her hands for Transport Mode and Fifteen turned Niamh around and locked the handcuffs on her wrists.
"Are you ready?" Fifteen asked. Niamh mustered a weak smile and nodded.
"Let's go, then."
Anne, at the desk, stroked Niamh's back and whispered in her ear. "You'll be alright, don't be afraid." She waved them through.
Fifteen opened the door and announced, "Master, Niamh is here.
Martin was standing at the window, looking over the bay. Niamh knelt by the desk to wait. Fifteen removed the handcuffs and retired.
As the door closed, Martin turned and approached his slave. "How are you feeling, Niamh?"
"I am calm, Master," she said, "and ready for your judgement."
Martin sat on the sofa, saying, "Come over here, Niamh." She crawled across the carpet to a place beside his feet, her head bowed. Martin was gratified to see that she was repentant. That would make everything easier.
"I want to take this very slowly, so that we can start out on a new basis."
On these words, Niamh's heart, which had been racing, began to calm to its normal speed. She knew that she had been spared the worst possible fate: she would not be banished from his sight. Her eyes watered a little and she nodded.
"First, I want to acknowledge that the way I broke the news of Julie's sale was too abrupt, and contributed to your outburst. I apologize for that, my dear slave. It was my duty to care for you, and in this I failed."
Niamh was sobbing now, and finally managing to stammer out, "No, no Master. It wa-was my duty to serve you, to give you aw-all my loyalty."
Martin paused and stroked Niamh's beautiful hair and her back until she was still again.
"This morning there was a meeting of executives and senior slaves. We have agreed what must happen. The Enterprises cannot tolerate rebellious slaves, but I could not bear to part with you, Niamh, so you have been sold to me. You will be my personal slave. I will be fully responsible for you, and you will serve only as I direct."
As Martin's words sank into Niamh's mind, she began to feel dizzy and relieved at once. She *had* been sold! But she would remain with her old Master. Or was he her new Master? She was confused.
Martin spoke again. "You will move into my apartment permanently. Fifteen will help you bring your clothes and other items. I have a room which will be fitted out for your use. I will have to consider what work you will do. You will be *my* First Lady, but whether you can be The Enterprises' First Lady is still to be decided. You may speak now."
"My Master, I was prepared to be corrected. I fully expected to be sold — to be sold away from you. I feel I have been rewarded instead."
"It will not all be easy. I can be very demanding, and I will institute a rigourous training programme for you. I foresee some important changes in our lives, but I will not speak of that now. Go, now, and move your things, then speak with Anne and Pat. I have work to do and I will see you in the evening."
Martin rose and held out his hand to Niamh. She took it, kissed it, then stood. He took her in his arms, held her, and kissed her on the lips.
He released her and she left the office to start a new phase of her life.
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**Chapter 159: The Move that is Re-orienting**
It did not take Niamh long, with Fifteen's help, to move her few possessions into Martin's apartment. Actually, she reflected, I have no possessions at all, not even underwear, they have all been provided by my Master. She was pretty vague about how her few items had been paid for. Did a slave go naked to a new owner? Probably, she decided, the clothing was included in her sale price.
There was little enough. A work suit, the same one she had first worn to meet Master Hari, two blouses, two sets of underwear, casual clothes such as she was wearing, a pair of pumps and some toiletries. Everything else she had worn from casual to formal had been ordered by her Master and provided by the Wardrobe Department. The only thing she regarded as really hers was the Celtic torc collar that her Master had given her. She decided to wear it for him.
Niamh wondered what to do next. She wasn't even sure if she was allowed out of the apartment. It was spacious but not really large: a living room with a splendid view over the outer harbour, Ap Lei Chau, and the channel separating it from Hong Kong island. Further off she could see Lamma island where she had sailed with the Master. Martin's bedroom was also spacious. She climbed onto the bed and practised some of the positions she had been taught in Sexual Arts class.
Attached to Martin's bedroom was a large, marble-lined, en suite bathroom with open shower, spa bath, and hand basins. It was luxurious but not ostentatious, the fittings of obviously superior quality but simply chromed for all that. *For a billionaire, my Master lives pretty frugally*, thought Niamh. *I wonder what he does with all his wealth*. She knew about the Superyacht and the 747. Once, when she had jokingly suggested they all go on a cruise for a year, Pat had explained that these were usually chartered to other companies or individuals.
There were two other doors, but they were locked.
At last, she began to feel hungry and decided she would risk a foray into the kitchen. There she found Pat.
"Am I allowed to come here now?" she asked.
"I don't know what arrangements have been made, but I'm sure Martin would not want you to starve. Make yourself a sandwich and a mug of tea. You have knocked us all a bit off balance!"
"Pat, I'm so sorry now for the trouble I've put you all through. I don't know what came over me."
"I do," said Pat, "sympathy and loyalty. Those are good attributes for a slave, if slightly misplaced in this case."
"I know, and all for nothing, because Julie wanted to be sold to Igor, or to be with him at least. I feel foolish and naïve."
"When I said you've knocked us off balance, it wasn't a completely negative thing. Martin has had on his 'hard thinking' look. I always sense when he is going to change course. I think there will be some changes coming."
The kitchen fridge was always stocked with delicious cold foods. Niamh made herself a sandwich of slices of ham, lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise. On top she sprinkled some pickled cabbage, which Martin had couriered in from Kyoto, and to which she had become quite addicted. Also, mugs of tea for herself and Pat.
They chatted as she ate.
"The thing is, I don't know what to do now and it's making me uneasy. Once I could have leant back with a book and a glass of wine all afternoon, but now I'm a slave and I know a slave should always be busy."
"Well, when you have finished, you could clean up the kitchen. But, think about what your Master would want you to do. He may not have given any specific orders, but if you are told to wait in his rooms, what do you think you should do?"
"I see what you mean. I know he likes to change into casual clothes after work, so I could select some things he would like, and make sure they are clean and pressed. I could check that his toothbrush is charged and that there are plenty of towels and soap."
"Yes, and make sure all the surfaces are dust free. I know there's a slave that does the cleaning, but dust settles quickly all the time.
"Thank you, Pat, I will do that."
Niamh went back to her Master's apartment and began those little tasks, until two slaves from the Wardrobe Department showed up with a selection of clothing for her to try on. There were all kinds of dresses, skirts, shirts, slacks and shorts, and lingerie both exotic and mundane. Niamh's choices were hung up or packed away in drawers.
"They will come out of your salary," said one of the slaves.
"Salary? What salary?"
The girls looked at each other and shrugged. "That's what we were told." They ticked off what Niamh had selected on a list and left.
It would not be long before her Master could be expected. Niamh was thinking of what she should wear for him. She decided that she should be naked. She took off all her clothes, tidied them away, fixed the collar around her neck, and settled down opposite the door, in Position One, knees parted, a pose she could hold as long as necessary.
It was not too long before the door opened and Marin entered. Niamh kept her position and her eyes down. He halted for a moment. It was not what he had expected, but he realized that it was exactly appropriate. His slavegirl was beginning anew.
He could not resist a little teasing, though.
"Didn't you like any of the clothes I ordered for you?"
"My Master will choose the clothing he wishes his slave to wear," Niamh replied.
He laughed. "Sometimes I think you really are perfect."
He went into the bedroom, loosening his tie.
"You've laid out my after-work things. How wonderful."
He came back to the living room. "Come to me, Niamh." She gracefully rose and went to her Master. He took her hands and gazed at her until she started to colour.
"Your birthday suit is very nice, too."
Niamh giggled at this and he pulled her towards him, enveloping her in his arms and stroking her back and rear. She could feel his erection pressing against her belly. She pushed herself against him but he moved back.
"Plenty of time later for play. Come and get dressed. Tonight, we are going out."
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**Chapter 160: A New Center for Julie's Universe**
With Igor gone to the UK to start his own House of Slavery, I wondered how The Enterprises would use me. I knew I'd miss the *First Lady's List* and all the contact with the day-to-day events of a global business. Anne, however, gave me a new perspective.
We were having our breakfast in the kitchen. Niamh had just left for the Master's office to take up her new duties as, at least, First Lady-designate, pending approval by The Empress. I was toying with a croissant and Anne must have noticed.
"Julie," she said, "you look a bit lost. That's something a slave should never show; it gives the Masters incentives to find something for you to do or, sometimes, something for them to put you into, like stocks, or suspension, or some dark cell."
I giggled a bit and confessed that, since Igor left, I had felt a bit empty, and not only in my woman's parts. "My new Owner was just so much of my life. I just didn't realize it until now."
"All right, girl. Now, you know the mantra about keeping your Owner at the center of your universe. So, what is Igor going to want or need when he comes back?"
I was startled, and a little embarrassed. I had not been thinking that way — the way a Good Slave thinks. Anne laughed a bit. "Caught you, didn't I? OK, now, get back to work!"
It didn't take long for me to realize that, as my Owner's chief (actually, only) assistant, I was going to have to work with the basic infrastructure of Igor's new business. That meant, I was sure, training the new slaves, seeing to the efficient running of the new business, working with new customers to learn their needs and wants, and — the part I really looked forward to — making my new Owner feel good and successful even when the business wasn't exactly there.
I said as much to Anne, who agreed with my list. "Very well, Julie. Now, how about I send you to our Concierge Service for the day. They can show you how they keep track of our slaves, how they organize the requests that come in for slave services, and whatever else they do to keep all of us with our shoulders to the wheel and our noses to the grindstone."
Just trying to imagine anyone in that position made both of us giggle for a few minutes. But I saw Anne's logic immediately. "Anne, you're right. Concierge Service is a good place to start."
Dressing in a standard slave tunic and a phone call later, arrangements were made for me to work downstairs for the rest of the day. Another call brought Fifteen and I entered Transport Mode for my delivery.
The Chief of the Concierge Service removed my handcuffs, leaving them on her desk. She gave me a tour of the Concierge office, which occupied three rooms. There weren't lots of filing cabinets because, she said, too much paper "tends to get in the way, rather than smooth things out."
Standing in front of a large whiteboard, she showed me a column of Requests for Service. Alongside it was a column of initials, each standing for the skills needed. The third column specified the time and place for the service. The last column specified the slave assigned.
"With just this display, we can see what our job is, or will be, for the next 24 hours. All of our staff have the same table on their desktop or laptop. You should know that this table is the result of lots of planning and discussion. When we get a Request, unless it names some particular slave or has some other detail that makes the assignment almost automatic, one of our staff checks with the Requester to flesh out what kind of slave would be best. Our people have followed each of our slaves since their acquisition, so we can match the Request with the right slave pretty quickly. Then, it's a matter of printing a page for the Delivery Book, with Security taking care of finding the slave, putting them in the proper form of Transport Mode, and getting them where they're wanted and when they're wanted. For the Executive Floor, we usually use Fifteen, as you know."
I was surprised that she said *proper form of Transport Mode* so I asked about that.
"Oh, yes," she answered. "You, for instance, require only handcuffs. Some untrained slaves require a gag or leg irons. Occasionally, we use a complete sirik if the Requester is making a point for the slave or for some client. And, each slave has his or her own equipment — whip, crop, cane, or whatever — so we add that to the Delivery Form and Security makes sure the proper items are included in the delivery."
The Chief was careful to point out that the development of each slave was "followed" by at least one staffer. What classes they took, how they did on each skill test, what their responses were to The Enterprises' training methods, how near they were to Good Slave status. The Chief caught my small blush at this and laughed.
"Yes, my dear, we've had you up and down that ladder quite a few times. So, we all cheered when you were announced as our new First Lady. Everyone applauded the spirit you showed since you arrived with the group for the last Project Roundup. Since we got word of the new situation, we've been taking bets on who will be the new First Lady."
The Chief ended with a slight upward lilt in her voice, along with a raised eyebrow. I blushed, again, and shook my head. There was no way I was going to get dragged into *that* whirlpool! I tried a simple "Please, Ma'am, I really have no idea even who is being considered."
Trying to change the subject, I asked about the upcoming events and visitors. Chief grinned and selected a clipboard stuffed with an inch of papers. "I thought you might be interested in that aspect of our work, so I had this ready," she said. "Please take a look and see if anything surprises you." Her grin widened.
Naturally, I looked, tipped off by her offhand remark and that big grin. About the fourth page down, I was surprised to find my first "client" — the construction salesman from the UK — on the list of Coming Visitors.
"He asked for you by name," Chief said. "Said you'd been invaluable to him." I suspected he meant that to refer to taking care of him while he was drunk. I hoped he didn't know I'd rifled his attaché case to find what his real costs were. That had helped our side come to a nice contract.
Chief continued. "He's now some sort of Division Manager, his PA said, and he wants to see if we have other projects where his construction company can make a deal. He'll be here for two days and a night. Since he asked for you, you're ticketed to be his consort for the visit. That means you'll greet him, get him unpacked, get him ready for his meetings, lunches, and dinners — anything he needs for business. Of course, you'll also provide anything he needs or wants after business hours."
I murmured my understanding and scanned the rest of the page. "Please, Ma'am, what's this note at the bottom of the page: Dress?"
Chief's eyes widened. "Right. I wanted to ask you about that. The PA said her boss wanted you dressed differently from last time. She wasn't too clear about this, mumbling something about him being 'overwhelmed at first.' Do you have any idea what she's talking about?"
I thought back to that "loaner" assignment. I remembered dressing him for dinner and inserting beautiful cufflinks in his shirt; they showed his initials *CAT* quite boldly. "Please, Ma'am, I was delivered to his door — I think it was Room 204 — naked, wearing just a sirik. He questioned me about the sirik, but he seemed familiar with it."
"Well, now you're going to show up in a nice dress. You may not be aware of this, but The Enterprises has a few rooms stocked with various types of clothing. A staffer will show you around and help you pick out something you like."
That would be a first! Usually, Pat or Anne, or sometimes Fifteen, picked out my outfit for the day. I had not thought about where the clothes came from or where they went after I wore them. My wide grin must have tipped the Chief to this "favor," because she added, "This is actually our routine when a particular slave is requested. We figure that the client sees something he or she likes in this slave, so we go to the slave to see how that might be emphasized."
"That's a good plan," I replied. I returned to the Request Form to check my client's Arrival Date. "This says he's arriving in two days. What needs doing to get ready for him?"
Chief checked the Form. "This shows he's been assigned to Room 204 again. We don't have his meeting schedule yet; that should come tomorrow from the Department's Project Manager. Now, the next question is, do you want to greet him at the airport? We usually have Security pick up visitors, especially repeat visitors. Do you want to go along?"
*No!* My Inner Goddess fairly shouted it at me. Given my recent crime, the last thing I wanted was to be out in public without full supervision. I lowered my eyes to Chief and whispered, "Please, Ma'am, I think it would be better to greet the client here at Headquarters. Thank you, Ma'am."
Chief raised an eyebrow, took a breath, and remarked, "Julie, we all know about The Trial and your sale. If you're going to be the Good Slave for Igor, you've got to start trusting yourself to carry the load he's put on you. Hiding from responsibility won't make your life easier or simpler. Now, you're going to have a Security guy with you pretty much continuously. What could go wrong?"
I could probably come up with a dozen things if I thought for a minute, but I recognized Chief's point. When I got to London, Igor would want me to pick up lots of the detailed work involved in running his enterprise. I had better get started practicing that role! I smiled at Chief and answered, "Please, Ma'am, I see your point. I'll go with Security. Thank you, Ma'am."
Chief grinned and waved to one of the associates. "Please take Julie for a look at some dresses she might want for her client's visit. She'll need an outfit to pick him up at the airport, something for getting him installed in Room 204, perhaps something for dinner, and a few things for the next day. Be creative!"
The associate grinned and replied, "Chief, that gives me lots of room to experiment!"
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**Chapter 161: Dress for Success**
Easy laughter followed Julie and the associate down the corridor. At a door marked "Resources," the associate waved a card and the two women entered. Julie was instantly transported to a designer-level fashion store. While she caught her breath, the associate took a few measurements and guided her to a rack of dresses in her size. Aside from the one trip with the wives of Project Managers during the Project Roundup week, Julie had never been able to sort through such a rack of clothes.
She had gone through several inches of dresses before her Inner Goddess reminded her that this was another evidence of how her (now former) Owner was still valuing her. The shocking realization stopped her search until the associate asked what had happened. With a blush, Julie explained her realization and the associate nodded with understanding.
"Julie, we see this all the time in our office. Women come along with different responses to their slavery, but almost all appreciate the way Dr. Martin keeps his side of the power exchange. It just took you a bit longer to realize that."
Julie took the implied criticism without reply. She knew the associate was right. She had needlessly badgered her Trainer into the Trial and the disaster it had come to. Now, she had been "sold on" and would not be able to rely on The Enterprises' resources once Igor, her new Owner, called for her to come to London.
Eventually, the two women settled on two outfits. The first was a Michael Kors Lace-Up Ribbed sheath dress in true navy color. Along the V-neckline, grommets allowed a ribbon to lace the neckline more or less closed. The long sleeves made the dress suitable for business or even for evening wear. Slipping from her slave tunic into the dress showed a good fit, with the hemline just at her knees.
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Over the next two days, Julie worked with the Concierge Service associates to smooth out details of Mr. CAT's visit. She was impressed by the associates' attention to even minute details that might add to the client's enjoyment of his visit. Pat observed, "Kid, you're doing exactly what your Owner needs. Learning about all that goes into care for a client — just like for your Owner — will make your Owner proud to name you his First Slave, or even First Lady."
Julie had to cringe for an instant at Pat's point. She had become Martin's First Lady because *he* selected her, back on *Blue Bayou*. All she had had to do was work at being a Good Slave. Now, she needed much more knowledge and understanding of what makes an enterprise run effectively. The job was much bigger than she had suspected.
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**Chapter 162: Mr. CAT Remembers Julie**
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The drive to the airport was quiet, with Julie making no effort to engage the driver in conversation. Security parked the SUV in a lot marked for "Limo Pickups" and the pair headed for International Arrivals. Julie had wondered if Security would stay with the SUV while she was left, alone, to meet her client. She was glad that scenario had not happened.
They did not have long to wait for Mr. CAT to arrive. Security carried a signboard with his name and he came straight to the waiting pair. Julie made a deep curtsey to her client; it seemed more advisable than falling into the kneeling Position One in such a public space.
Her client's grin told Julie that, indeed, he had remembered her. When he swept her into his arms and announced her name, she hesitated for a moment. She tried to solve her problem — how to show submission appropriate to a public space — by taking the handle of his rolling suitcase, but Security gently took it from her, passing her his suit carrier bag. Finally, she was able to deliver the two-sentence *Welcome to Hong Kong and The Enterprises* speech she had learned from the Chief of Concierge. Her client laughed and even Security smiled.
Julie wasn't sure how they made it back to the SUV, or how Security had managed to stow the luggage and seat Mr. CAT in the back seat with Julie kneeling alongside him. It seemed natural, so Julie remained submissive and quiet. Mr. CAT, however, seemed energized by her appearance and treated the team to some of the humorous events that had occurred during his trip from the UK.
Julie suddenly realized that this was a chance to pick up information on the country that her Owner would be calling her to, so she entered the conversation, asking about local events and politics. When Security redirected the conversation to what Mr. CAT was saying, she knew she'd overstepped some limit on what a slave can do. For a few seconds, she wondered whether this crime would be covered by her Contract of Sale, but then focused completely on her client, learning that he felt "a bit grubby" from the hours traveling.
Room 204 was waiting for its client, and Julie went immediately to unpacking the two bags, thinking Mr. CAT would be first interested in a shower and fresh clothes. Mr. CAT had another idea.
"Julie, I appreciate your being assigned to me for this visit. I probably was something of a problem last time, and I appreciated your help. Now, however, I have a better idea of what The Enterprises means when it says 'Consort.' I hope to make more and better use of you than last time. For starters, I'd like to see you do a nice striptease."
Julie was not expecting such use so soon, but it took only a moment for her to adjust. Then, she added a smile to her face and twirled a bit to let her new Master see what she would be unveiling to him. Her first motion was removal of the band that held her hair in a ponytail, followed by some graceful shakes that made her tresses flow down her neck and cover her shoulders.
Standing before her Master, she pushed her pelvis forward, suggesting she was going to want attention there shortly. Her fingers found each button on her blouse and slipped them free. She pulled the blouse from her skirt, making just a small sound in the room. A few shakes of her shoulders allowed the shirtfront to fall open and put her breasts on display. She was heartened by her Master's quick gasp — he was responding to her tease! More shoulder action not only made her breasts dance, but let the blouse fall.
She pushed her arms around to her back where, while she turned to show the action to her Master, she opened a waist button and pulled the zipper down. Slowly, with hands over the curve of her ass and sinuous movements of her hips, she moved the pencil skirt down until it dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of it, along with her heels. Then, a toe moved both the blouse and skirt aside and Julie stood before her Master, naked.
Her client had shed his jacket on entering the suite. His voice a bit hoarse, he ordered her to undress him. Julie took a few tiny steps forward, her arms reaching for his tie, which she slid open, and then his shirt, which she unbuttoned and drew from his pants. As she moved behind Mr. CAT, his head swiveled to keep her in view. She undid his cufflinks, momentarily holding his arms behind his back, before she drew his shirt off.
After a moment to deposit the cufflinks safely, she danced back to unbutton the waistband of his trousers and slide the zip down. She slid her hands into the waistband of his shorts and moved both shorts and trousers down, along the way allowing her fingernails to gently stimulate the skin as it was revealed. Mr. CAT needed no instruction to step out of those garments and he lifted his arms, signaling his slave to remove his undershirt.
Mr. CAT sat down and reached for his shoes. Julie was quicker, as a slave should be, and she attended to the last items of clothing. Mr. CAT sighed, "My dear, I'm so sorry I missed how you did this last time. I may have to change outfits several times to enjoy your work properly."
While Julie was kneeling at his feet, Mr. CAT ran his hands through Julie's hair. "I've always felt that a woman's hair is, as the cliché has it, her 'shining glory,'" he murmured. "I'm always impressed by how you can find so many ways to shape a hair-do. I'm lucky to have my hair lie flat where I comb it."
Julie giggled as she enjoyed the feel of gentle fingers running across her scalp. "You'd probably be able to do what we do if you'd started working with it when you were four years old!" she remarked.
There was a silent pause and Julie wondered if now was a good time to turn her attention to her Master's cock and balls, sitting so close to her. Her Master, however, had a surprise for her.
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**Chapter 163: Mr. CAT Has a Fantasy**
"Julie, I'm looking forward to using you this visit, but I'd like to try something, if you can help me. You see, over the years I've developed a bunch of fantasies. Probably, many of them are not any different from what any of the men you serve have. But, there's one that is a bit different. Right now, I'm being the Dom and you are the submissive, right? Well, I'd like to change that about for a little while. There's an hour or two before I have to dress for dinner, and my fantasy would like for me to be the submissive to a female dominatrix. The aim, of course, is that we both get to have orgasms, but my fantasy wants to find out how it feels when the woman drives me to it."
Julie was only a little surprised. Her Trainers had told her about this male fantasy; it wasn't at all unusual, they had told her, but she'd never had any training or experience with it. She'd been bound in many positions and with many instruments. She'd been whipped many times with many different whips. But, she'd never been on the Dominant side. Of course, now that her Master had said it was what he wanted, it was what she also wanted.
"Master," she said, "your fantasy is not really so unusual. Lots of people want to experience both sides of the power exchange. Now, we do need to get a few things clear. Do you have any limits on what I can do to you while we're playing? And, you'll have to tell me what you want for your 'safe word.'"
Her Master felt a surge of relief! His fantasy wasn't being rejected. He wasn't being ridiculed. His slave was acting as if all this was perfectly in order. He thought for a moment about "limits" and offered just a few.
"Julie, I don't want to be marked anywhere that could be seen during my consultations here. I don't want anything permanent. I don't want any water sports or scat. How about 'butter' as a safe word?"
The slave considered these for a moment. There was nothing dangerous in any of the ideas that had started buzzing around her mind in the last few minutes, and the safe word seemed reasonable. She smiled at her Master and announced, "OK, Master, that seems reasonable. One more thing: if I do gag you for a time, you won't be able to say the safe word. In that case, I'll give you a lanyard that you can pull in its place. That way, you'll always have a back-up. Are you ready to start?"
Mr. Cat was surprised and couldn't answer for a moment. His fantasy had been in the recesses of his mind and now, suddenly, it was out here and present! To his credit, he recovered and answered, "Yes, Mistress, your sub is ready."
Julie uncoiled in a single fluid move and stood over the still-seated man. "I'm going to call you Sub for this time," she announced. "You must understand that your sexual satisfaction is no longer the main focus anymore. If you want to climax, your work must be to make me, your Mistress, climax first and more explosively. You have your work cut out for you. Do you understand?"
For the new sub, it was a new thought. Since he'd "made" his first girl, he had never had to think about that. None of his conquests had ever complained. Some had even gushed compliments. He wondered if any of them had just "been polite."
A glance from his new Mistress made him focus on what *she* would want! It was a bit unsettling, he thought, but it seemed to go along with what his fantasy wanted.
"Now, your first command is to crawl over to the cabinet near the desk. Open it and bring me a set of handcuffs. Now!"
Sub fell to his hands and knees and, not completely ungracefully, made it to the cabinet, got it open, and found a set of handcuffs in the second drawer he opened. He made it back to Julie in good time, Julie thought, and she rewarded him with a pat on the head, just like the ones her Trainers had taught her to love.
She moved an ottoman to the center of the room and sat down to its front half. "Sub," she commanded, "I want you to sit behind me, with your legs on either side of the ottoman, and reach your arms forward, under mine."
Sub had no idea what was wanted, but sitting down seemed to be an easy thing to do, so he did it. A small lift of his Mistress' arms reminded him where she wanted his arms, so he stretched them forward. Julie took his wrists and imprisoned them in the handcuffs. He still didn't see any erotic activity, although his prick was pretty much up against Julie's backside.
"Now, Sub, I want you to use these hands that I've captured in the handcuffs to stroke my breasts. You should be able, even without having them in sight, to cover each of my girls pretty well. I want you to get my nipples so excited that they get engorged and stick out an inch or so. One point: no pinching or scratching. Do you understand?"
Sub began to see what his Mistress wanted. He was impressed that a part of him — his eyes— was being restricted while another part of him — his hands — was being used to stimulate his Mistress. In his own play with women, he had never done such an exciting thing. He realized that there was a lot more to foreplay than he knew.
He remembered that he had been asked the Standard Slave Question, and hurried to give an answer.
"Yes, Mistress, stroke to get engorged but no pinching."
Julie thought *her* Trainers would not have accepted such an incomplete answer, but decided to focus on erotic moves for herself and her Sub in this first activity. She relaxed against the male body supporting her and let his hands work on her breasts. She was pleasantly surprised when her nipples responded without delay!
"Ah, Sub, your hands have some expertise here, I see. You're doing fine, Sub. Now, I want you to roll my nipples between your fingers. Just adding another type of movement to get my breasts excited."
Sub tried to add the rolling motion to fingers of both hands, but found the handcuff link too close to allow both hands to reach both nipples at the same time. Another part of him had lost control. Julie detected just a second's delay before the hands on her breasts began moving from breast to breast to allow the new nipple play she had ordered. Sub was working out his limits and getting into an active part of the play!
Before the stimulation at her breasts drove her arousal higher, Julie issued a new order.
"Sub, it's time to move to a new area. I want you to move your hands down to my mons and pussy. Strokes but no pinching, again. Let's see what you can do in this area."
In a moment, Sub tried to simply drop both arms lower. However, his arms just weren't long enough that he could move easily. It took a bit of wriggling and working to get to where his Mistress wanted him. Again, the lack of sight restrained him, reminding him of his low status.
He did find the feeling of his Mistress' pussy different from his expectations. From the position he had been put into, everything seemed in a different place. At first, he probed slowly and cautiously. Then, his Mistress spoke sternly.
"Sub, what's wrong with you? Can't you even get your hands where you're told? Would a few cuts of my crop on your back encourage you?"
He rushed to open his hands, spreading his fingers more widely, reaching more of his Mistress' pussy, and replied to the question. "No, Mistress, I'm getting more aware of you right now."
Julie laughed. "Well, it's about time. I almost thought you were just a fumbling high school kid with no experience outside the back seat of a car."
The rebuke, and his reaction to it, surprised Sub. He generally thought he was "pretty good" at foreplay — none of his former girlfriends or his wife had complained of anything. The idea that they might have just been "putting up with him" upset him a bit. He pushed that idea away, trying to concentrate on all the folds and curves his new Mistress presented.
The handcuffs, he realized, prevented all kinds of motions of his wrists and hands. Wryly, he understood the power of the steel cuffs to demand extra effort to satisfy his Mistress' desires. He had just gotten the fingers of each hand comfortable and active on his Mistress' mons when she added a new layer of humiliation.
"Sub, haven't you been able to find my clit yet? Do you have any idea where a woman's clit is, or even know what a clit is for?"
He cursed himself for forgetting this part of his Mistress' anatomy in his efforts to cover the expanse of her pussy. A short scramble with a few fingers managed to locate this sensitive bud and he began to work his fingers in strokes radiating to and from this center of excitement. He knew his excuse — "Mistress, I was just getting to the area." — sounded lame. Julie gave a short laugh but did not push Sub further.
Actually, she was enjoying his fumbles. She was fairly certain that the position was new to her sub and that the lack of sight and free use of his hands was frustrating his efforts. This understanding, added to the not inconsiderable touches of his fingers, was actually moving her towards the start of her arousal.
A few minutes later, the Mistress gave a new command. "Sub, can you only reach these front and upper parts of my pussy? What about the lower parts? Don't you want to warm them up also?"
It wasn't exactly a rebuke, but Sub recognized that his Mistress had caught him again just a little short. It was frustrating and embarrassing! He managed a "Yes, Mistress," and tried to move his hands lower. Again, the handcuffs interfered. When his Mistress leaned just slightly back against him, however, he found his task easier.
*I haven't shown anything so far,* he thought. *Subs and slaves are supposed to be driven only by the commands of their Masters and Mistresses. But there must be something I can do to impress this woman?*
His Mistress' murmur of approval — "Sub, your hands are doing a good job now." — gave him an idea. Her commands had been to get his fingers stimulating her, right? She had prohibited only pinching and scratching, right? How about he starts tapping on her pussy with his fingers?
He began light tapping with the fingers of one hand and, when no objection was raised, added the fingers of his second hand. First, there was no pattern, but he soon fell into a sort of drumbeat for a tune. He changed rhythms and speeds, hoping his Mistress would remark on one of them.
And, she did! "Sub, that's a great move! Especially the fast rhythms. Keep that up and you've got a job for life!"
Julie enjoyed the stroking and tapping for a short while, then decided to introduce a new service. She stopped Sub's efforts, freed his hands, and led him to the suite's queen-size bed. Stretching herself on the bed, she had Sub stroke her from neck to knees, with attention to her breasts and pussy as before. Once she was again "warmed up," she directed Sub to climb into the bed from its foot, moving up between her spread legs.
"Sub," she ordered, "this is where you kiss my pussy and lick my clit and lips. Be sure you get all the lips. You may go down to around my rosebud, but don't put yourself into my asshole. Do you understand?"
This was something Sub's wife had taught him, he replied, and he eagerly started into it. Crouched at the junction of her legs, he worked one side, then the other. He switched from front to back of his Mistress' labia. He circled her rosebud with a stiffened tongue, a new territory for him, and found the idea exciting. He was beginning to get aroused by his Mistress' moans and small cries.
When Julie felt her juices start, she decided to slow the process a bit. She directed Sub into a Sixty-nine position and restarted his cunnilingus efforts. She grabbed his cock and began to squeeze the helmet and shaft in a slow rhythm that produced a fine erection in just a few minutes.
Calling a pause, Julie had Sub get a condom from the bedside table and unroll it on his boner. She locked his hands back into the handcuffs, this time behind his back. Resuming his cunnilingus service, Sub found that the loss of his hands was a problem. He had used his hands to spread his Mistress' cunt lips wide, giving his tongue space to reach almost to his Mistress' G-spot. Now, no matter how he wormed his face into his Mistress' cunt, there was no way to reach that special spot. Still, he noticed that his Mistress was still lubricating and making those delightful moans and small cries.
As Julie felt herself rise up the rainbow of arousal, she increased her ministrations on Sub's cock. As she tipped over into a great orgasm, she grabbed Sub's balls and gave a short squeeze, sending him over his edge. Amidst cries and muscle spasms, both shuddered through fine orgasms. Julie spurted juices over Sub's face and he spurted enough cum to fill the condom.
Sub simply lay with his face at his Mistress' pussy. Julie felt Sub's erection shrivel. With a deep cleansing breath, she gave her next order. To her Sub, it was a reminder that Mistresses always have a next order.
"Sub, that was a good climax. I'm sure, with practice, you can make them bigger and better. But, right now, you need to be cleaning your Mistress of all those juices. Now!"
Sub, pleased with the compliment but a bit put off by the "practice" comment, took a moment too long to start serving his Mistress' order. Julie reached for a crop from the bedside table and produced a nice slash on Sub's back. Only the handcuffs kept Sub from a serious crime against his Mistress. Once that had registered in Sub's mind, he was grateful for the restraint that had seemed so onerous just minutes earlier.
Julie had one more service for her Sub. She freed his hands from the cuffs and ordered him to take off the condom, empty its contents into his mouth, and swallow the cum. Sub hesitated only a split-second before carefully recovering the condom and drinking its contents. He had never tasted his own cum, although he had always had his girlfriends and wife swallow the results of their fellatio works. Now, he knew what they knew.
Julie put on a bright smile and explained that the "fantasy experiment" was over. She added that she thought Mr. CAT had been brave to bring up the fantasy and then to follow through with his services. She brought them both to the shower where they enjoyed the warm splashes together.
In Julie's mind, this had been an important experience. One might have all the lists and information the Concierge Service had, but new data and challenges would always lie in wait for a First Lady. She hoped her Owner would be impressed by her report of this lesson.
Mr. CAT was also impressed. He had indulged his fantasy without paying too high a price. He knew The Enterprises' slave could have made the experiment much harsher. In fact, he had expected more severe restraints and slashes from the many kinds of whip evident in his suite. With a small laugh, he decided that he wouldn't revisit this fantasy just to push those limits.
As a perfectly submissive Julie was dressing him for dinner, he wondered how the experiment would affect how he might use Julie later. He voiced an idea.
"You know, those restraints were interesting and exciting, something I've never been involved with before. I don't have any slaves at home, but I do have a few women I play with. We haven't had any experience with formal ties or restraints, but your use of handcuffs during my fantasy suggests I might add some bondage to our play. Can you teach me a few of the popular rope ties this evening?"
Julie smiled at this simple request. "Of course, Master." *H**e was the Master, wasn't he?* "Rope has its own kind of command, different from chains or handcuffs. Those go on quickly, while rope has to be positioned and wrapped and tensioned just so for any desired effect. Too tight is not only uncomfortable or even painful, but it can be dangerous. You don't want to cut off circulation, both on the arterial side and the venous side, for any long times. You don't want to pull some part of your sub out of a normal position, although some tension makes the bondage more 'real,' focusing your sub on whatever you're playing."
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**Chapter 164: How Do You Teach a Master?**
Mr. CAT smiled and left for dinner, while Julie rose and gathered a few hanks of rope from the main salon cabinet. Then, Julie wondered what "popular ties" she could show him and, disconcertingly, how could she show them to him? She couldn't have him tie her, could she? He didn't know where the rope was coming from or where it was going!
Could she tie him? Well, not if he was being the Master, right? He might not want to replay the afternoon's fantasy of being the submissive.
Julie did not want to call Pat or Anne; it would be embarrassing to admit being unable to sort out a Master's challenge when she was supposed to be learning how to assist her Owner in running a House of Slavery.
That made it obvious: call the Chief of the Concierge Service. She knew what Julie was trying to learn about and she had access to all The Enterprises' secrets and assets, right?
The Chief didn't miss a beat. "I see what the problem is," she said. "You want to demonstrate something, so what you need is a model to work on. I'll send you one of the new slaves and you can tie him or her in anything you like. Give me a few moments to find out who has been through the Basic Bondage module. I'll call you back with a name and background. I'll need a time and place and how you'd like the slave dressed. OK?"
It was more than OK! Julie thanked the Chief and began thinking of what ties she was confident she could *do* — she knew she had *survived* a whole host of ties — but she wanted a few that a rookie Master could understand and which, she hoped, he would find erotically pleasing and satisfying.
**The Chief called back with a name: Tajeddigt. "We've shortened it to Taj for the present. The name means 'a flower,' very delicate and beautiful, and you'll see how true that is. She's from a Berber clan in Morocco, her papers say, and we got her two months ago from a slaver who bought her from her family so they could get enough money to survive the winter. She's been through secondary school, what they call *Idadiya*, and one other Owner, so she's probably about eighteen years old. She's been mostly obedient, with no signs of rebellion so far. We've had her through several Restraint Classes and her trainers were pleased with her flexibility and submission to the standard ties."**
Julie was impressed by the Chief's report. In just a few moments, she had assessed what Julie needed, had reviewed The Enterprises' available assets, and had selected a slave who seemed ideal for use when Mr. CAT returned from his dinner. She thanked the Chief and they arranged for Security to deliver Taj to Room 204.
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*Authors' Note: Niamh has been sold, but will Martin's "Clear the Books" maneuver be successful? Julie has managed one command from her temporary Master, but what happens when Taj arrives at Room 204?*
*Your suggestions, of course, are welcome! Keep those Cards, Letters, and Comments coming! We read them all!*
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Title: Being Blind as a Bat - Chapter 4 by RenoHidaka
Tags: Badger, Bat, Doggystyle, Foreplay, Incest, M/F, Nudity, Story Series, Teenagers, Tit Fuck
    Chase woke up to a brand new day today. Today was a big day for the blind bat, a day he has been looking forward to for the past week.  Today, the blind bat was ready for his big date today with Sylvia which he already experienced sensual moments with and hoping to finish what they started. After all the training he and his mother went through, the blind bat was finally ready to show off the new and improved Chase.  The bat started this momentous day by heading downstairs to fix himself some lunch, which wasn't hard for him since mom and dad taught him how to survive on his own. Chase would think back to the days that just passed by. How his mother taught him how to be seductive, to arouse Sylvia with his words and his body, and how to pleasure her to no end. But as he was enjoying a yogurt and water from their fridge, something on his mind started to click in. The bat still never figured out that maybe, there was something more to this ‘training' with his mom that she led on. Well, it didn't really matter now. Last night was the last training day and as of today, they were back to being mother and son. Hearing the clock strike a few hours in the afternoon, he quickly finished his yogurt and water, tossed the empty container into the garbage, placed the glass into the dishwasher and made his way back up to his room.
    Chase made a stop to the bathroom first to get a good shower in and put on some cologne and hair gel. As he undressed, he can still smell last night as it became fluent in his mind. The last night, Chase's mom went all out with the seducing, the arousing and making him orgasm inside her three times. Even to Chase, that was more than he thought he can do inside anyone. He slowly showered off the scent but in his mind, he did kind of enjoy the time he spent with his mother. I mean, logically, what they did was wrong but in a way, he felt it was the best experience he and his mom will ever share together. A level of love that he knew wasn't true love but more of a bond that they will never lose no matter what. After he cleaned himself up, he hopped out and began to move to the sink to apply the cologne and hair gel. He made his hairstyle a bit spiky and wild but it yet had a sense of properness to him. The cologne would smell sweet and powerful over his naked form. Finally, the bat was ready to get dressed and get going. Moving back to his room, it was time to find the perfect seducing outfit.
    After several minutes of searching his coat hanger tags for the Braille writing to find the perfect outfit, he finally found it and quickly slipped it on. Wearing a new buttoned collar shirt his mother bought him that had a midnight blue color to it and buttoned down the entire length and black dress pants to match, he was looking sharp. He feels for his hair one more time to make sure the hair gel didn't turn his hair into some kind of weird psycho drunk look. That was definitely not a good way to give a first impression. When he felt the hair was looking right, Chase began to move out of his room and down the stairs. It was by the time he reached the hallway that made the bat stop in his tracks. He could feel his mom's presence blocking the front door. She must of came back from her shopping a little quicker to make sure she got to see him off but he knew this presence had a bit of a different feel to it. Instead, Chase just smiled and turned his head at her apparent direction. "Come to see me off, mother?"
    Valerie knew exactly when his son was about to leave and she made sure she caught him just in time. During the entire day of her errands, she couldn't help but show signs of sadness, depression and in a way, a bit of pride. For today was the day that her son didn't need her anymore. He was ready to go off and fool around with his first girl and yet, despite being proud that she taught him everything she knew in sex and seduction, it was still too soon for her. Valerie loved having sex with her son. For that one special week, she finally got to have a lover she always wanted her husband to be. But now, she felt it got ripped from her grasp once again. Even as she sees Chase standing there looking so handsome and attractive, Valerie knew her son wouldn't be able to see her puffy red eyes that had gotten worse from crying during the day. There was a slight crack in her voice but she hid it well. "Yes Chase. I do hope you have a fun night tonight," she said wrapping her arms about him and holding him tightly. Her chest was a bit damp from the tears she was emitting recently.Â
    Chase could have sworn he felt something drip onto his cheek as his mother would wrap her wings around him. The blind bat twitched his cheek a bit as he felt the moisture on his face. He knew right there that his mom was crying as she held him. The blind bat wondered, "*Why is mom crying? Is it the fact that she didn't want to see me grow up so fast before her eyes like every mother does...or is it what I was thinking about earlier...is she going to miss the special time we had together? Well in some way, I think I should simply tell her to stop crying right know because it's not like she's losing me forever and let her know that I won't ever forget the special time we shared.*" Instead of saying what was on his mind, he said nothing and hugs her right back, saying, "I will." After a good minute of hugging her, he lets go of her but when he tried to get out, his mother wouldn't let him go. The blind bat struggles a little in her mother's hold. "Mom, if you keep holding me here like this, I'm going to miss my date."Â
    Valerie blinked a bit as the scent of her son made her loose track of time as she jumped a little. "Oh, I'm sorry hun. You best get on your way. You got everything right? Protection, breath mints and everything?" she asked still trying to keep him in her arms just a bit longer but she knew she had to let go sooner or later.
    Chase nods and smiles a little as he looks to her voice direction. "Yeah I got everything mom. And I haven't forgotten the protection or the breath mints trust me. I did promise to tell you everything that happened as soon as I get back." He smiled gently as he leaned up and kissed his mother softly on the cheek. "Thanks mom...for everything...I won't ever forget what you did for me and I hope I can do something for you in return someday. I promise I won't forget what you taught me and I'll make you proud that your teachings are going to good use." Feeling there was nothing else he could say about this, he nods to her with a smile.Â
    And with that, before Valerie's eyes, releasing him from her grasp, she watched him as he steps to the door, opens it and walks out, closing the door behind him. Valerie gave a slight sigh as he left. She moved over quickly to a slightly open window giving one last call out to her son. "You better have all the juicy details of what happened or I'm going to tickle that information out of you!" she smirked only slightly before she sees him turn back, wave to her with a laugh coming from him and in less than a minute, he was gone from view. Her emotions couldn't hold back any more as she frowns, more tears streaming down her cheek. "Well...it was fun while it lasted..." she said to herself looking about the empty house.  Just seeing this house empty and no life revolving around it, made her more depressed as she quickly started to kneel down on to the carpeted floor and burst into loud, sobbing tears, not caring if anyone would hear her sadness. Today, she didn't lose a son; she lost a lover all over again.
    Chase soon hurried down the direction he remembered all too well. 69 Moonlight Cres. Luckily, he practiced certain days in the afternoon to get to her place and find her door. Afterwards, it was up to him to impress Sylvia and make her want him back just as much as he wanted her that faithful resturant date. During the walk, the blind bat couldn't help but picture the mass amounts of sex he was hoping he would get to have with her. Him dominating her, thrusting inside her nice and deep and making her moan out his name in sexual bliss. Not even realizing that while Chase was daydreaming, he developed a nice bulge inside his pants that caught the attention of a female walking by him. He could hear her giggle in his direction, showing that either he was wearing the wrong outfit or that the member bulging from inside his pants was noticeable. Snapping back to reality, he blushed, stopped walking and covered his crotch area with both paws. The blind bat tried to take deep breaths so he could calm the erection down. He quietly talked to himself to calm down his arousal. "C'mon Chase, you don't want to seem too eager to hump her when you get to the door. Remember what mom told you. First, you talk to her, then you seduce her, then you show her the skills mom taught you." Once he regained his composure, both along his face and below his belt, he continued on towards her house. Finally, he arrived at his destination, followed the pathway up to Sylvia's door carefully, feeling along with his feet for the changes in tile and elevation. Chase found the few steps he needed to step up; and he did so without tripping or losing his balance. Slowly and taking more deep breaths, he moved up to the front door of the badger's house and knocked his paw against it several times.
    Alexis was pacing back and forth a bit. She couldn't believe it was time already. Her cousin Chase was coming over and she were planning on having sex with the blind bat. She had made up her mind. Last night, after having one more self masturbation session to herself, the badger took the time to think to herself if this was the right thing to do. On the one hand, this is her cousin. Sure they are not from the same blood family nor were they the same species. But as people, law and logic tried to teach her, having an intimate relationship with someone from your family, even if it isn't blood related, isn't right. On the other hand, it just felt too good to pass up such an opportunity. Besides, who else would have a relationship with her outside of her own cousin? I mean, here she was, 18, and despite the fact she did have sexual experiences with men, they were never relationships. No one would commit to her and she wanted both intimacy and commitment. It wasn't that much to ask so is it really wrong to be with your cousin only by name and nothing more? Alexis snapped back to reality as her ears perked up to the sound of the door being knocked on. "*Well it's too late to turn back now. As I always say, once you make a decision, you got to stick by it no matter what anyone else says.*" The badger moved towards the door and opened it to let the bat in.
    As Alexis opened the door, she could see Chase standing there right before him. His collared shirt and dress pants made him look so handsome but also very attractive. Of course, she had to play hard to get with him first. The badger can't let him think like he could get into her panties that quickly...though seeing him standing there in that outfit really did make her want him just a little bit more. "Hey Chase, I see you found the place alright." Alexis commented as she led him inside and closed the door behind them before wrapping him up in a soft embrace, letting his paws get use to her features again while enjoying the feeling of his fur and form against hers.Â
    Chase blinks and developed a small blush as he wasn't expecting the embrace from her. He could feel through her embrace that the fabric of her dress was soft and elegant. Through his almost completely blind eyes, he could tell that the dress was a dark color, almost making her form disappear into the black background. The only things he could tell that stood out where the lighter markings that made up the typical badger pattern upon her body. The blind bat knew he was with the right female at least in his mind and eyes. Chase nodded to her question and smiled a little. "Yes Sylvia, I found the place alright. I practiced walking to your place a few times." He smiles as he looks to her. "I would say you look good today but obviously, I can't." Chase would try to joke with her as he begins to run his paws along her form softly trying to figure out what style of outfit the badger was wearing.
    Alexis smiles taking his hand and leading him within. "Well if you want I can show you about. Its small but you should get use to it." she giggles a bit. Her toe claws clicked softly upon the hardwood floor, the sound reaching Chase's ears so he would know wherever she was.Â
    As Chase let her lead around the rooms, he could feel the cool hardwood floor against his bare feet. It was nice of Sylvia to give the blind bat such a tour though he wouldn't know why he would need to be given a tour since he really can't see anything. Realizing the conversation went quiet; he quickly spoke out, "Well smaller is normally more manageable in my mind. It provides fewer things for me to run into." He laughed a little trying to be funny but he was blushing a little from it. She could hear her giggle a little which meant she did enjoy the comment. Reflecting back in his mind, he remembered his mother's first rule: "*First you talk to her...*" Wasting no time, he decided to ask the nagging question on his mind since they first met, "So...Sylvia. I wanted to ask...why did you leave the restaurant so suddenly?"
    Alexis tried to hide her embarrassment as best she could as she struggled for words. The badger knew dashing off so suddenly like that was not the best first impression she should of done but she had to tell him the somewhat truth about it. "Oh, um, well...sorry about that Chase, I really am. Just um...to be truthful, I got really nervous and needed to think some things over. I mean this is our 2nd meeting and already we went farther than I think we both think we were going to get. I just had to leave to make sure I was certain that this was the right thing to do. But I'm certain about things now." She bites her lip, realizing how cute he really was under the incandescent light. She pressed against his chest, roaming her thick claws over his sides as she nuzzled her long muzzle against his chin. She didn't mind being this affectionate towards him and she hoped this would show her honesty in her words.Â
    Chase blushes a little as he heard her reasoning but then he started to blush even more when he felt that warm, familiar form against his body. Inside, he was shaking a lot but then, the blind bat took a few deep breaths to relax himself and looked to her with a smile. "I am certain as well. At first, I didn't think I meet anyone who liked to go that far with me, but even in the light, you still like me. I wish I could only show you the sincerity in my eyes." He smiles to her as he runs his paws along her back, remembering that his mom told him to check her back for any bra clasps incase she was wears a bra but to show it more as returning affection.
    Alexis chirred deeply as the paws roamed over her smooth back. The badger knew Chase would feel no lumps or any indication that she was wearing a bra. The other obvious hint is during their embrace, the poking of the badger's nipples into his chest would give the blind bat a hint that the badger was expecting to be naughty tonight. "And I didn't think something like this could happen so fast. But yet, here we are." she giggles and nuzzles tighter against him. Â
    Chase was certainly noticing that she was waiting and planning on getting him into bed with her sooner or later. But he still didn't want to rush things. The second step popped into Chase's head, "...then you seduce her..." He moved out of her embrace and smiled some. "That is true...so...um...do you think...do you think I can have a drink?" He still tried to act as confident as his mother taught him but he wasn't doing so hot for his first time. He could hear Sylvia "hmm" a bit as she could probably tell he was a bit nervous.Â
    Alexis was hoping on the other hand the no bra and warm affection wasn't something Chase was catching on to just yet. She still wanted to have a bit of fun before the naughty stuff. The badger started to lead him to the couch and helped him sit down. "What would you like to drink? We got some orange juice, some soda, some alcoholic drinks..." she giggled hoping that might loosen the tension with the bat.
    Chase blinks as he sits down and looks to her direction from where the voice came from. "Whatever you're having will be fine." He said as he played with his pant leg wondering what she was thinking about in regards to him and his new self. Â
    Alexis would smile as she starts to get some orange juice and some vodka from the kitchen to make some screwdrivers. The badger figured that this should definitely not only release the tension but be enough to get themselves a bit tipsy for any naughty fun later on.  Alexis made sure there was less orange juice then vodka but still tried to give it a nice even mix. The badger took the glasses in her hands and carried them back over to where Chase was sitting and waiting for her. Chase could feel Sylvia slip his drink into his hand as he could hear her sipping at her own. "So what you been up to this week?" she asked.Â
    Chase just sits there quietly at first with his glass, before taking a drink of it. He coughed a little as it was a little more alcohol than he was normally used to drinking but he still answered her question. "Well, not too much really, helping out at the restaurant and all." He lied. He knew well enough what he did but he wasn't going to tell her that all he did the past week was letting his mother teach him how to have sex just to be ready for tonight. After taking another drink, he felt a bit more confident so he decided to ask her about that day. "So...um...did you like...you know...when we went into the backroom?"Â
    Alexis giggles a bit, giving him a bit of a punch on his shoulder. "Of course I did. I started it remember." she giggles. The badger found his shyness cute but he needed to step up if he was going to get anywhere tonight. But what caught Alexis by surprise was Chase downing the rest of his drink, looking at her direction and smiling,
    "Well, if you don't mind, I would like to finish what we started in the backroom Sylvia, unless you want to wait."
    Alexis couldn't believe the bold move he just made. She must of put a bit more alcohol than she thought before taking a sip and grinning, "I just wanted to see how ready you are. Make sure you're comfortable and all." Not one to keep someone waiting, the badger downed her drink in one gulp. She bit her lip before moving over to lie on the other side of the couch but not before pulling him atop of her. Alexis kissed and licked softly along his neck as her fingers fumbled with his clothing, not wanting to ruin the nice outfit he was wearing but being so aroused from his dominant line, she wanted to get rid of his clothing. "I think we would be a bit more comfortable in the bedroom but this will do for now." she murred in pleasure.Â
    Chase let out a murr right back as he gets pulled on top and felt her undo his buttons along the front of his shirt. He would slip out of his top but before they got anywhere else.  The blind bat stood up and pulled her up with him till they were both standing. Chase felt for her lips along her face and once he found them, kissed her passionately along the lips before moving his paws over to the straps of the dress.  He tries to push them to the side, hoping the dress will fall off her form. Once he felt it did, he smiled and looked to her. "Take me to your room and I'll give you pleasures you'll never forget."
    Alexis grinned with both excitement and anticipation when Chase told her what to do. She rewarded him by stepping out of her dress, leaving her clothing behind her as she pressed her warm nude body deeply against his topless form. Chase could feel the curve of her full breasts, feeling as warm against his chest as her paws would suddenly squeeze and grip around his rump as she gave a teasing notion to his rump. The badger took his hand and led him upstairs towards her room. She made sure he was right behind her, not tripping over any steps or bumping into any decorative objects. Once Alexis brought Chase into her room, she quickly moved him over to bed and gently laid him down upon the soft mattress. "It's a Queen sized bed so we should have plenty of room," she murred letting him get a feel for how much room he had.Â
    Chase blushed as he could feel the badger's nude form against him. He could feel his member becoming rock hard against his pants. He smirked and nods a little. "That's good. Shall I get rid of my pants or are you going to help me?" He would tease her softly with his words as he pulled her on top of him trying to show some form of control against her, praying in his mind that this was working on her.
    Alexis began to murr deeply, her fingers pressing deeply into his crotch, rubbing the bulge through his pants. With a swift movement, the badger slipped down the blind bat's pants and boxers before he could even mutter another sentence to her. Chase could feel the badger sliding down his furry body, her stomach, chest and now her warm muzzle rubbing and teasing along his length.  Her movements would make his member become rock hard, longing for that sensation once again. Without warning, she took a hold of his member with her warm paw and lets a slow, long lick occur from the base and over the tip. Both anthro's murred deeply in unison as the vibration teased his length and her form as her warm maw rubbed once again against his cock,
    "Mmm. I'm sure there will be no interruptions this time right?"
    Chase would nod quickly making the badger smirk before letting her mouth envelop the cock and suckle on it softly. The blind bat moaned softly as Alexis suckled the tip of his member a bit more, getting a taste of him once again in her maw before pulling off and speaking. "I hope you owe up to your promise," she chirred before wrapping her maw about his length once again as her claws gently caressed and explored around his sac. Chase blinked and moaned a lot louder than before in the restaurant as he felt the badger sucking his cock firmly and them licking his member in an alternating fashion while her paws rubbed and gripped softly at his sac. He would lean up and smile to her, suddenly remembering the technique his mother taught him from their training. He quickly suggested the idea after letting another murr out. "How about you move your body over mine so I can enjoy your folds since I never got to start pleasuring them yet?" Â
    Alexis would murr against his member, loving how commanding he was being to her and complied with his wish. The badger slipped her maw off his length again, letting her warm saliva stick to his hard length. As she gave the blind bat's member a few stroke with her warm paw, she commented, "Mmm, seems like you know what you're doing." She chirred and quickly but carefully swung her legs over his head so now they were in the popular '69' position. Her rump pushed against his face a bit playfully before she positioned her slit near his mouth while she positioned herself so she could take the cock in her maw once again. After settling in, she turns to ask him, "Can you find me alright?" The badger knew it wouldn't be easy to spot her folds right away if someone was blind but the scent from her aroused sex would definitely lead him in the right direction.Â
    Chase felt his paws up the back of her thighs and rump slowly feeling it out till he felt her damp, moist slit. A murr came from the badger's lips. Nodding, he felt for her entrance and clit before smiling. "I found you alright." He started by leaning in and lapping at her slit from clit to entrance, using his fingers to stretch out her fold lips. Chase shivered slightly as he could taste how sweet her sex is. Just like his mothers.
    Alexis began to murr deeply as she pressed her warm crotch against his face, surrounding his face with her thighs. She quickly went back down upon his length. The badger's muzzle would push down and then pull up, hearing the wet slurping noise coming from her work. Chase could tell those sounds were made intentionally so that the blind bat could hear her work his length hard. Alexis started to slowly push deeply into his crotch until she deep throated the member in the back of her throat then pulled her head back up till the cock almost fell out of her maw before she descended once again.Â
    Chase couldn't help but moan loudly as he felt and heard her work on him. That just purely motivated him. With this new motivation, he pushed his tongue deep into her entrance walls and began lapping around inside while his paw moved to find her clit once again and circled it at a moderate pace. He made wet lapping sounds in return to let the badger hear how hard he was working on her. He could feel the badger push her slit a bit firmer against his slender muzzle. To Chase, maybe the badger had never felt a bat tongue upon her sex before but judging by her moans and reactions to his licks and tongue work, she certainly sounded like she's enjoy it. As he continued his tongue play, he could feel Sylvia bob her head up and down at a medium pace. She didn't push so far down or pull so far back, just back and forth. Her lips would nibble upon the base of his member before suckling on the tip as she continued to get him ready. The badger's folds began to leak more of her fluids into Chase's maw as she moaned about his cock in pleasure.
    Chase moaned louder and with more passion as they continue to work on each other. The blind bat realized that using his mother's techniques she taught him, which was wiggling his tongue around, alternating soft and hard licks, and making sure he reached as deep as he could before pulling back to licking her clit, it got Sylvia to moan loud around his cock. But he didn't want to finish off like this...not yet at least. The blind bat made a bold move, grabbing her chin and shoulders to make the badger release his cock from her maw before rolling her and pushing her onto her back. Chase carefully moved himself from the laying position to sit up. Once he sat up, he moved to straddle her stomach and felt for both his member and Sylvia's breast. The bat would then place his cock in between her breasts, another move his mother taught him not too long ago. With this, he began to squeeze her breasts and pump his hips into the gap between her breasts in an in and out motion.Â
    Alexis couldn't help but be a bit surprised at the sudden change of position. His saliva coated cock that the badger worked hard on pleasuring was now pushing between her own breasts and got her to murr from the warm feeling.  This was quite a different feeling, one she never experienced before. "I've never done this before...how did you learn this?" she asked, taking a lick at the cock tip that peered between her breasts. The badger knew this position but never did it yet so with her knowledge about it; she pushed her breasts together, making the member pushing through her soft fur a bit tighter for him and hopefully more pleasurable.Â
    Chase let out a contented murr as he felt the pleasure move up against him again but when the badger asked her question, it caused him to lose his rhythm. He quickly regained it and turned his head to her direction. "Oh, I had some practiced and listened to some audio files from the internet about it. The internet is a very reliable tool for me." He blushed, hoping his fake excuse would make her believe him. The blind bat would smile as he moved his paw down to her hair and angled her head up. "How about you let me finish inside your mouth like this and I promise I'll fuck you in any position you like." He said with a bit of confidence and seduction.Â
    Alexis would murr deeply as she really enjoyed this side of Chase. Soon, she licked at his cock rapidly but not before answering him. "Mmmmm...sounds good to me...so many options." The badger had to think about what position she wanted Chase to take her in as she wrapped her maw about his length once again and suckled deeply trying to push him over the edge.
    Chase moaned and continued to push his member hard into both her chest and her mouth as sounds of lust filling the room. Finally, after a certain amount of pumps, his climax was reached and ropes of his cum began to fill the badger's mouth before pulling her off and letting the rest coat her face and chest a little. Of course, he couldn't see the mess he made but the murr from the badger implied that she enjoyed it anyways. The bat simply asked, "So...want me to grab a condom from my pants first?"Â
    Alexis, surprised still that he did this well despite not seeing any signs of confidence from past meetings, decided to clean off his cock of any excess cum as well as some that coated her face and chest before replying. "Sure! Need some help with that or do you have it under control?" Chase just nodded and smiled. "I got it. Just when I get it on my member; make sure you help me into position." Once hearing an "mmhmm" from Sylvia, he slipped off the badger's body then felt the floor from her bed with his paw for his pants. Once Chase grabbed them, he pulled them up and felt for his pockets, digging his paw in the pockets for a condom. Sure enough, he found one but noticed his paw felt more condoms. Looks like mom gave him a few extra more during their embrace but simply smiled at his mom's thoughtfulness.  After he took one out, he placed his pants back on the floor and turned to the direction of Sylvia, who now is sitting up and watching Chase with intent on seeing how well he does on his own. Remembering how to open them without sight, he opened the package, removed the rubber and properly slipped it up and over his member till it covered his sheath. It was coated in warming lube and was ultra thin so it almost felt like the real thing. "Okay ready."Â
    Alexis smiles as she pulls the bat over, letting get a feel for her body again. Pushing his paws against her breast as the badger helped Chase get into missionary position. She used her free paw to take his length and push it up against her slit. "Got it Chase?" she asked breathing heavily as she was wet and warm and ready for him.Â
    Chase would nod and smile softly as his member teased the wet entrance but not inside her just yet. "Of course, just get your voice ready for some loud moans."Â
    And with that, he thrust his hips into her, letting his member push inside her tight tunnel and feeling the warmth inside her. Though he did notice one thing, it felt different than being inside his mom's tunnel. Then he remembered something...he didn't wear a rubber when his mom was training him. Well he figured that because she already had kids and has reached that certain age, she may have passed her chance of having kids. With that vote of confidence in his mind, he focused back on sliding his member until it completely hilted her. Chase began to squeeze her chest softly as he moved slowly back and forth inside her. "You like this?" He could hear Sylvia moaned out in pleasure as the cock slid into the badger's wet folds.
    Despite the interference of the condom, Alexis could tell the pleasure was unlike anything she felt before. She didn't have too many before her cousin but she wanted to make sure she could hold onto the bat as long as she could. Especially with the amount of pleasure coursing through her body just from soft pumps already. Alexis's legs would wrap about his waist, pulling the bat a bit closer to her as she made her thrusts right back against him, pushing his length into her deeper. "Oh yes, Chase...yes I love It." she cried out in return with a moan.
    Chase murred again and smiled as he used her breasts to hold himself up while squeezing them for reassurance. The blind bat moved inside her at a moderate pace with a good amount of thrust as he leaned down and began to suckle and bite at her neck, trying to encourage more stimulation into their pleasuring. He could hear Sylvia gasp but couldn't see her biting her lip, moaning in pleasure with her mouth closed a bit as she thrusts back against him, pushing him as deep as he could go into her warm tight folds. Her tunnels were rippling and pulsating in pleasure as she rocked against him. The orgasm started to slowly build inside the badger as she tugged at his head a bit, pushing her lips to his own in a passionate kiss. Her tongue seeking entrance into his maw as the wetness of her folds started to make lewd noises as he pumped faster.
    Chase nods and moaned louder into her kiss, running his tongue along with her as he continued to thrust and move inside her. He would look after the kiss was broken and smiled softly as he slipped a paw down to finger at her clit while moving inside of her. "Oh Sylvia...this feels wonderful."Â
    Alexis gasped and groaned as she thrusts harder against him, encouraging him to go faster. "Faster Chase...oh please, go faster!" she moaned out.Â
    Her juices leaking more and more out as the wet sounds from her sex got more and more frequent. Sweat clung to her warm body as the heat increased with the pace the badger's body was wiggling and squirming beneath the bat. Chase would murr as he moved as fast as he could inside her, thrusting his hips deep into the badger's folds. Sweat began to cling as well as drip from his body onto hers, listening as the sounds of her wet sex getting pleasured just made him leak a little pre-cum into the rubber. "Come on Sylvia! Just cum for me!"Â
    He could feel Sylvia thrusting back to every thrust into her as she cried out in pleasure. "Oh Chase...oh Chase...oh...yes!"
    Alexis's body jerked to the thrusting as suddenly, the fluids spilled from her sex and onto the bed sheets. Her tunnels rapidly pulsating and squeezing down upon his length as she held him close. The badger's legs and arms would wrap tightly about him while her claws would sink into his shoulders and bit at his neck to muffle her moans of pleasure.
    Chase moans and smiles as he felt her orgasm against his member but he was only halfway to his 2nd orgasm. He helped coax the last of her orgasm out before asking, "So....should we change positions?"Â
    Alexis couldn't believe his stamina. The badger couldn't deny how he felt so good inside her and she hoped her voice wasn't too loud for him to recognize. Everything seemed to be going smooth so far. "Um...what do you suggest?" she asked with a bit of a pant as she was a bit tired but she wanted him to orgasm again inside her.Â
    Chase would smile softly as he slowly pulls out his member from inside her. "Well if you want to feel another mind blowing orgasm like that, I suggest you get on your hands and knees and present yourself. I'm going to rock your world until we both pass out." He could hear Sylvia give out a moan to those words as he could feel her get on all fours as well as help him get into the right position for what he wanted. The bat could feel her warm, semi-damp rump pushing against his equally wet crotch.
    "Oh...oh Chase...please rock my world hard," the badger chirrs.
    Chase grins this time, pushing his member into her wet folds much easier than last time. He began to pump hard inside her, like a dominant lover. He had so much confidence, just wanting to make her scream and moan so loud that he didn't care if anyone heard them. He wanted to hear her call out his name.Â
    Alexis buried her head into the pillows, muffling her moans at first before flipping her head back crying out loud. "Oh! Oh my...oh my goddess! Chase...more...more!"
    The badger's body now completely covered in sweat as it rolled off her body and landed on the bed beneath. The position opened her folds more, allowing more juices and lewd sounds to erupt from her sopping wet sex. Alexis's juices started splattering against the bat's waist as he thrusts in hard. Chase moaned louder as he continued to thrust hard and fast inside her as the pleasure was beginning to hit him hard too. He grabbed her rump, slapped it hard a couple of times before grabbing her hips and slamming his member hard and deep into her folds. Alexis, her breasts wobbled and bounced beneath her from the hard thrusting, gave silent cries of pleasure at each heavy thrust. Her body starting to tire quickly but she wanted to feel his orgasm inside of her. Her moans and speech becoming incoherent as her body rocked faster and harder. Her body getting hard to hold from the sweat as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
    Chase moans loudly and couldn't hold it back anymore as he releases his 2nd orgasm, this time inside her, sending ropes of cum inside her but getting caught by the condom. He pumped several times to egg out his orgasm. Once he was done, the blind bat pulls out his member and filled condom before passing out on her bed panting and breathing hard as he looked to her smiling. Alexis had fallen upon the bed her body jerking and shivering from another orgasm. Her juices still leaking from her wet sex but she was grinning pleasantly as her warm body wafted its heat and her scent all over the room. She would crawl over and helped the bat remove his condom, tied it so no cum would leak out and tossed it into the trash. Chase smiled softly as he turned to her "So...are we...official now?"Â
    Alexis would simply nod and smile. "Sure, as long as our relationship is not found out by anyone. I like to keep it a secret between us if that's alright."Â
    Chase wondered why the badger wanted to keep it a secret but nodded softly. "Sure." The two have finally snuggled up together, both clinging with sweat and sex coating their bodies and holding each other in a calm and loving embrace.
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Title: Ben Loves a Challenge Ch. 07
Tags: cum eating, denial, domination, handjob, masturbation, phone sex, punishment, mdom, submission, bdsm
By late afternoon on Sunday Ben worried he'd pushed Dean too far, he hadn't heard anything from him. He, himself, was having a hard time processing exactly what happened before dinner the night before. He thought about how Dean had stalked him the second he was in the door, sure Dean liked him, too. They had some excellent chemistry, he'd never come so hard with so little stimulation before.
Remembering the night before flooded his manhood in a rush. He remembered the feeling of Dean's cock in his mouth, cumming in flushes, swallowing it down. He couldn't explain it, but the thought of having Dean cum inside his mouth, having Dean's cum in his stomach, had him nearly ready to burst again. He refrained from touching himself, tried to busy himself with other tasks, but he couldn't get the idea out of his head.
Needless to say, he didn't get much done on Sunday. At exactly ten pm, just as he was sliding between his sheets to read a little before he turned out the lights, he received a strange text from Dean. Just the sight of the notification had his heart in his throat. It wasn't his normal message window, it was something else in his message box. It said 'Dean and Ben incognito'. It didn't say anything on his screen until he clicked into the actual message log.
'Hey.'
Hey? That was all Dean was gonna say to him? He'd spent half the day agonizing over if Dean thought he was a disgusting pervert, and the other half fantasizing that Dean liked last night as much as he had.
'What's an incognito?' he sent.
'A secure message that's encrypted,' Dean sent back. A second later another text popped up. 'Disappears after six hours.'
Oh. He understood. These messages would be private, and unsaved. He could say things he wanted without worrying. 'Neat. So, about last night. I wanted to make sure you were okay.'
Dean typed out for over a minute, and Ben watched with his breath held. 'You're worried about me? I was out of control. I wanted to apologize.'
His fingers flew of their own accord. He'd never texted so fast before. 'You were amazing. Please, don't apologize.' Send. 'It was fucking hot.' Send. 'Amazing.' Send. 'Mind blowingly good.' Send.
Dean must have been typing at the same time, because his text landed in the middle of the machine gun fire of Ben's texts. 'I shouldn't have pushed you that far. I'm not usually like that.'
'Dean, last night was freaking fantastic. I wanna do it again.'
There was a pause that went on too long, it had him dancing with anxiety. 'You're killing me, DeLuca', was Dean's eventual response. He should've been expecting it.
Forget texting, this wasn't working. He called Dean. It rang three, four times, and Ben was worried he'd be sent to voicemail, but Dean picked up at the last second. "Ben," he whined as he answered the phone. "I didn't-"
"Dean, shut up," Ben demanded.
Dean shut up, which actually surprised him. "Oh. Okay. So, I wanna, um... What're you doing right now?" He couldn't just jump in, it was too embarrassing.
"Getting ready for work tomorrow. What're you doing?"
"I was in bed, reading."
"You're going to bed already? Are you a kid?"
Ben sniffed out a small laugh. "I usually read for an hour or so in bed before I actually go to sleep. Besides, I need a full night's sleep or I'm worthless the next day."
"Yeah," Dean agreed. A moment of awkward silence sat between them.
"So," he began at the same time that Dean said "Hey, Ben." They both stopped, then he chuckled. "You first."
Dean cleared his throat. "Ben, I, about last night, I, um, I'm not, I mean, with the, ah..."
"Dean, please. Stop worrying. I really did enjoy it. A lot."
Dean didn't sound convinced. "For real?" He could hear Dean's eyebrows rise up at the end.
"For real."
"How? How did you like it? The last time I, I mean, I'm not, but one time, I, ah, had this boyfriend, and, uh..." Dean trailed off. Ben waited for him to continue, and he did, but he sounded breathy, as if he was running or something. Or having a mild panic attack. "I was dating this guy, Mike, and we'd been dating for a while. He did something, I thought, I mean, sorta submissive, and it was... it made me want to be mean to him, mean like I was last night. I told him about it and he laughed it off. He broke up with me the following week, told our mutual friends that I was... I'm a freak, Ben. I'm messed up."
"Did you do stuff like last night with him?" Ben asked, jealousy blooming in his belly.
"What?! Of course not! I just told him what I wanted to do. He told our friends I was a sex freak. I already said it, Ben, but I'm messed up," Dean said, his voice strained.
The pain in Dean's voice turned his jealousy at the faceless Mike to anger. "Dean, you're not a sex freak, whatever the hell that even means. And, honestly? It's his loss. You're not messed up."
"I am, I shouldn't wanna do shit like that, shouldn't get off on it, you know? Like, I'm already gay, and I'm a freak on top of being gay. A double whammy."
"That's bullshit, right there. You're not a freak. I really liked it." His throat grew tight. "Like, really, really. I've never, ah, didn't think I would." He shook his head, then started again. "I really liked that you liked it, too."
"You were just, it was the heat of the moment, Ben," Dean tried to explain away.
He snorted. "Rubbish. I've never really been into anything extreme before, but the first time you were mean to me made me hard as steel. I liked it, Dean. I don't know why. The shame, the power you have over me, it's super hot."
"I made you crawl on the floor naked, Ben."
He moaned, closing his eyes and remembering it. "Mmm. You did."
"I forced you to swallow my cum."
"Keep talking dirty to me. I didn't know you were into phone sex, but I'm down." Ben said, only half teasing.
Dean groaned. "Ben, this is serious, yea?"
"So is the boner you just gave me, Dean. If you're messed up, then so am I. If you're a sex freak, then so am I. I liked it. No, I didn't just like it. I wanna do it again. I want you to do more things to me. I'm the freak, Dean. I really, really wanna do more freaky things with you."
"You're killing me," Dean whined.
"Was it bad? Was I no good?" he asked, suddenly worried he'd messed up and that's why Dean was upset.
"God, no, Ben! It was fucking hot as hell. You're, the way you react to me, it's perfect. Too perfect. That's the problem."
"Not how I see it," he said. He turned the light off and lay back in bed, passively running the heel of his hand over his erection. "There's no problem if you like it and I like it, too."
"Ben, it's messed up! I shouldn't have gone so far, but you push my buttons like no one I've ever met." Dean sounded frustrated. "When I'm with you I can't control it, and that's why it's messed up."
"Don't control it," Ben sighed. "It's not messed up. We have good chemistry, Dean. It seems like we may share complimentary kinks."
"I don't have any kinks," Dean snapped. Ben thought he could hear a bit of fear under the instant denial.
He decided to try a different tactic. "Sure, but what we did last night, it hit my kinks perfectly. Thank you for humoring me."
"Dammit, DeLuca, I wasn't humoring you! I was shaming you!"
"Mmm," he moaned. "Shame me some more. You know you like it."
"Ben!" Dean sighed. "You shouldn't like it, yea?"
"I like it Dean. You do too, or at least I think you do. I wanna be clear with you, because I feel like I'm not saying it right. I really liked it. A lot. I'm your bitch, Dean, and you need to punish me, discipline me when I misbehave. You need to train me to be exactly the bitch you want me to be," he said. His cock throbbed in agreement.
Dean struggled internally, he could practically hear it over the line. "You really liked it?"
Ben laughed, and he was surprised at how husky it sounded. "God yes, Dean. I loved it."
"Tell me what you liked," Dean asked, and Ben thought he could hear just a little of the commanding voice beneath his nervousness.
"All of it, Dean," he insisted. "I liked how you pushed me up against the door and teased me but didn't touch me. How you made me undress and crawl after you. How you let me please you and enjoy the treat you saved for me." His throat tightened as he spoke, and he was whispering now. "How you made me cum even though I wasn't supposed to, then made me clean it off you."
Dean didn't say anything. "Dean?"
"Ben," Dean moaned. "You, please don't lie to me. You really liked it? You're not just, I dunno, yea?"
"What would I be doing? Of course I liked it. Why would I lie?"
"I dunno," Dean admitted. "Just, you're too good to be true."
"Did you like it, Dean?"
Dean moaned.
"What did you like about last night?" Ben asked.
Dean was quiet and he almost said something. Just before he could think of what to say, Dean spoke. "You mess me up, DeLuca."
"In a good way, or a bad way?"
"Both. In both ways."
"I'm sorry," Ben apologized. "I wanted to please you. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"You didn't!" he exclaimed. "You didn't. I, it had to have made you uncomfortable, didn't it?"
He snorted. "Dean, tell me what you liked about last night." Dean whined, and it made him smile. It finally felt like he was making some headway. "It's okay, Dean. Please? I wanna know. If there's something you didn't like, tell me and I'll make sure not to do it again."
"There was nothing," Dean whispered. "You go with the flow, you do everything I say without hesitation, you don't complain or balk."
He realized what the problem was. "You think it wasn't consensual?"
"You didn't stop me," Dean said, sounding fragile.
"I didn't want you to stop," he replied. "We need a way for you to check if it's still consensual without ruining the mood."
"A safeword," Dean whispered.
"What's that?" Ben asked, the word sounding familiar.
"Something you say, if you aren't feeling it. Or me, either of us. Like, a brake pedal." Dean sounded nervous.
"Yeah, that sounds good. You just say something, like you say 'safeword'?"
"No, you pick a word to be your safeword. I read about using red, yellow, and green. Like, if I push you too far you would tell me 'red', and if it was something where you were uncomfortable but not ready to stop you'd say yellow, and green means go," Dean explained quickly, as if he'd been working this out well before the call.
"Why can't I just say stop?" Ben asked, thinking about when he'd use each of the signals.
"Do you always mean stop when you say stop?" Dean asked. "I..."
"What?" Ben encouraged.
"I..." Dean sighed. "Nevermind."
"Not nevermind," Ben demanded. "Tell me what you were going to say."
"Ben," Dean whined.
"Dean," Ben insisted. "Listen. I want to know. Please? Pretty please?"
"You're-"
"I'm killing you. Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop stalling, Dean. Tell me your fantasies."
Dean whimpered. It was adorable. A few silent seconds passed between them before Dean realized that he was waiting for him. "I..." He sighed heavily. "I like the idea of punishing you after you tell me to stop. Like, you say stop, but you don't mean it. Like, you really want more, but... I'm sorry. It's fucked up. It doesn't make sense. Forget about it."
"No, I'm not gonna forget about it. I understand. Like, when you say no, but you mean yes. I get it." He nodded, the finer intricacies of Dean falling into place in his head. "Okay. Red, yellow, green. I like it. I mean, if you still wanted to do stuff like that with me."
Another few seconds of silence, broken by Dean's heavy breathing. "Green," Dean whispered.
He smiled. "So, Dean, tell me what you liked about last night."
Dean hesitated, then spoke quickly. "Your mouth around my cock, looking up at me like you do. I don't usually come that fast, but you pulled it out of me."
"I've never thought about blowing a guy before, but it's insanely hot when I do you," Ben agreed.
"You're straight," Dean complained.
"Oh? I didn't know straight guys liked sucking the hot, creamy cum from another guy's dick..."
"They don't," Dean insisted, making the sexiest little noises.
"I liked it, Dean," Ben said. "I liked it a lot. The thought of your cum inside me, of having you inside me, of having you defile me like you did... Mmm. I'm hard again, Dean, just remembering it."
"I..."
"What?" Ben encouraged. "You can tell me anything, Dean."
"I wanna cover you... in my, ah..."
"In what?" he asked, holding his breath to hear Dean's answer.
"I wanna cum all over you," Dean whispered. "I wanna cum in your mouth and make you swallow it. I wanna..."
"I want that, too," Ben agreed. "I wanna feel your hot cum over every inch of my body, Dean."
Dean moaned. "You're killing me, yea?"
Ben smiled. "I wanna know what it feels like to have you inside me, and I never thought I would want to stick anything in there, much less your long, sexy cock."
"You think my cock is sexy?" Dean asked, sounding breathy.
"So sexy," Ben agreed. He forced his hands to his sides, then swallowed hard as he prepared himself to ask a question. "Dean?"
"Ben?"
"I wanna touch myself."
"Are you hard? Just from talking to me?" Dean asked, sounding uncertain.
"So hard," Ben agreed. "May I touch myself while I talk to you? While I think about your long, sexy cock?"
Dean moaned. "You wanna have phone sex?"
"Fuck yeah, I wanna have phone sex," he moaned.
"No, you may not touch yourself. Go to bed, Ben."
Dean was serious and Ben whined. "Dean..."
"You heard me. Goodnight, Ben."
"I love you, Dean," Ben whispered.
"You don't love me, Ben. You love the idea of me, right now. The second you find someone else, you'll be gone. Don't say you love me. It's cruel."
He could hear the pain in Dean's voice, and wished he was there, with him now. He wanted to comfort him, to tell Dean he was wrong about his feelings, but he knew it wouldn't convey over the phone. He growled. "I wish I could come over. I wanna see you."
"We have work tomorrow," Dean declined, talking to him as if he were a child.
"I know," he complained. "But, I wanna see you. I... If I'm not there, it's not the same. I can't talk to you the same."
Dean didn't say anything for a few breaths. Ben waited, but Dean didn't say anything. "Dean, please, talk to me."
"I..." He heard Dean take a deep breath. "Ben, I can't do this." He sounded frail.
Ben pursed his lips in frustration. "You keep saying that, but you're doing it now."
"You know what I mean," Dean whined.
Ben took a deep breath, trying to think of an answer that Dean would actually hear. "Dean, let's start this over."
"Start what over? There's nothing to start."
Ben snorted. Dean was whining, and it was cute. "That's perfect. Dean, can I ask you something personal?"
"DeLuca, you're an idiot."
"You keep saying that," he agreed. "Can I?"
"You're gonna ask if I say you can or not..."
"Yeah, probably." He laughed, and he swore he heard Dean chuckle, too. "Dean, do you like me?"
"I don't hate you," Dean hedged.
"Yeah, but do you like me?" he pressed.
"DeLuca, you're killing me."
He laughed again, he finally understood something about Dean now, and it made a big difference. "You really do say that a lot."
"Then maybe don't do things that make me say it, yea?" Dean snapped, but it was defensive more than angry.
"Dean, you like me. I know you do. Tell me," he pestered.
"Go to bed, Ben," Dean said firmly. "Now."
Ben laughed again. "Yes, sir," he agreed. "One last thing, though?"
Dean groaned. "What, Ben?"
"Love you, Dean. Good night."
Dean's side was silent for a breath. "You're an idiot," he muttered, then hung up.
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Due to last minute changes and his boss's family spreading a stomach bug around at home, Ben was chosen to attend a conference four hours away. He was in a sour mood all day, and his blue balls weren't helping anything. He'd be gone from Tuesday to Friday, basically ruining his one week with Dean. This stupid trip could ruin everything. He would have to spend the night packing and prepping to be gone for the week, and find someone to take care of his cat.
The cat would probably be fine, she could give a shit if Ben was there or not as long as there was food.
But, losing his week with Dean was what was killing him. He went over to Dean's side of the building, not even caring about what that rumor would sound like, but Dean wasn't there. The intern was, but he ignored him when he asked what Ben needed. He got caught up in assigning his work to others all day, and it was nearly the end of the day before he got a moment to himself.
He wished he knew Dean's personal email address. He didn't want to email his company email, it wouldn't be professional, and he really, really didn't want to put Dean in the position he found himself with Parker.
Had Dean really never done anything with Parker other than just talk? It gave him a sense of superiority like he hadn't felt since his high school athlete days. He was special to Dean, he knew it.
But now he'd be gone, and there was no way he'd talk Dean into another week.
"Dammit," he growled, erasing his sixth text message, longer than all the rest by double. Nothing he wrote sounded right, and the longer it was, the more needy he sounded. He cleaned his desk and left for the day, double checking he had all of the work he hadn't been able to push to someone else with him, his laptop and its charger, and all the details about the hotel and conference registration. He'd called earlier to have it all changed into his name, but it would still somehow find a way to be a pain in the ass.
He called Dean the second he buckled his seatbelt, but there was no answer. He frowned, then drove home, frustrated and annoyed. The night didn't get much better. He paced his apartment when he wasn't throwing clothes into his suitcase, then tearing them out again to refold them so they didn't get wrinkled.
Maybe he could get Dean to teach him to fold clothes...
He sent a series of text messages, each of them increasing in urgency. He called Dean again, but he didn't answer. He went to bed feeling insecure, which was something he wasn't used to feeling. He didn't like it.
Dean texted him on his drive, but he couldn't check it for forty eight miles to the next rest stop. Each mile piled pebbles of stress on him until he was almost pure emotional energy.
'Got your messages. Drive safe.'
That was it?! 'Can I have an extension on my week?'
He paced the sidewalk at the rest stop, waiting for Dean's response. The sky was overcast, which somehow felt appropriate. The wind whipped by him, stealing his body heat. He should've worn his coat, but it was in the trunk with his suitcase.
'Maybe if you're a good boy.' Dean's response was both frustrating and exciting. He got another one before he sent the one he'd been typing. 'Focus on your thing, I'll contact you tonight. Don't worry if you're busy, work comes first. Do a good job.'
'Will I get a reward if I do?' He shouldn't have sent it, but he did anyway.
His palms were sweaty as he waited, despite the cold wind. 'We'll see, won't we?'
The day was long, his mind never far from Dean, despite how he tried to focus. Dean texted him during his shower, he was still dripping, towel around his waist, when he opened his text, one in the incognito chat. He noticed the rest of the log was empty, all their previous conversation gone.
'You busy?'
Ben's stress and worry disappeared instantly. 'Nope. You?'
He dried off, then dropped the towel to the floor, shut off all the lights but the one next to the bed, then slid between the sheets. He wasn't even gonna bother getting dressed, he knew he'd jerk it to Dean tonight one way or another. He hoped it'd be with Dean's guidance.
A tremor of sexually charged fear shuddered his whole body. Dean could always keep him from coming again tonight, and with nothing but a few stern words.
The sound of a text caught his attention. 'You said you wanted phone sex before?' A second passed and another text bubble popped up. 'Right?'
He swallowed down his excitement and typed in a single word. 'Yes.'
'You alone?'
'Yes. I miss you.'
Dean sent an annoyed emoji. Ben sent back the smiley face with hearts for eyes.
'Take off all your clothes.'
He couldn't help the big, excited smile on his face, or the stab of fear in his gut. 'Already done,' he replied.
'You're such a slut, DeLuca,' Dean responded. A few seconds ticked by as he tried to think of a response, but then Dean sent him another message. 'Show me.'
His cock was tenting the bedsheet already. Did Dean want a whole body picture? Slipping out of bed, he headed back to the bathroom. The light was brighter than the one next to the bed and he squinted for a second as he acclimated, then frowned at his image in the mirror.
He'd skipped working out for a few days, his little poochy belly proof of that. Ben shifted, trying to find the best angle to make him look sexy. It was harder than it looked. How did all those porn actors do it?
He'd finally found a pose he liked when his phone vibrated. 'Sorry. Nvrmnd.'
Ben frowned, then posed again, trying to give a sexy-tiger kind of look. It was more like a pouty puppy, but he sent it anyway. He followed it up with a text. 'Had to find the right angle. Harder than it looks.'
'Show me your dick.'
He took a quick picture looking down, one hand holding his shaft out while the other one struggled to snap the photo. It was a little blurry, but he didn't want Dean to think he wasn't following directions so he sent it anyway.
There were several seconds where he watched Dean begin to type, then stop, then begin again, only to stop again. 'Show me your ass.'
Heat creeped across his face to his ears. Using the mirror, he tried to take a good picture, but it was hard and the lighting was weird. He did his best, then sent it. He didn't love it, but he didn't want to keep Dean waiting.
'Good job.' Those two words has core clenching and his balls tingly.
'Thank you, sir.' Ben waited for Dean's next instructions. He didn't have to wait long.
'Why are you hard?'
He sent back three question marks, unsure of what Dean meant. Of course he was hard, Dean was playing with him over the phone. He wished Dean were here, that he could see his face and body language. Phone sex was hard.
'Thinking of you,' was what he ended up sending.
'Dirty thoughts about me?'
'Um, yeah?'
'You're a bad boy, aren't you?' Suddenly he understood the game again. Phone sex really was hard.
'I'm sorry, sir. You're too sexy to resist.'
Dean sent back the emoji that looked skeptical. 'I should punish you, since you're my bitch.'
How he was this hard, this excited without even hearing Dean's voice should've scared him, but instead it thrilled him to his core. What was it about Dean that made him like this? He'd never been into submission or anything else more than vanilla sex, but Dean brought out things in him he'd never even considered before.
It was awesome.
'Yes, sir.'
A few seconds passed by as he watched Dean type and pause, then type and pause. He wanted to call, to hear Dean's voice, but if Dean hadn't called him, he didn't want to talk on the phone. He'd be good and wait for directions.
'Get a towel, drape it on the side of the bed.'
'Yes, sir.' He followed Dean's orders, then texted him a picture of the proof.
'Good. Now, you need to be punished. Get on your hands and knees, then put your nose against the wall. You will stay there until you hear three texts in a row from me. Do you understand?'
'Like timeout?' he asked.
'Yes, like timeout,' Dean clarified. 'Except you're going to do your timeout like the bitch you are.'
'Yes sir. Going now, sir.'
It was the most shameful thing he'd ever done. He got on his hands and knees, shivering a little now that the warmth of his shower had faded and he was still naked. The only really good place for him to do it was between the bed and the wall, but it was a tight squeeze. His ass pressed against the mattress and his face ended up smooshed against the wall because there wasn't enough room for his whole body.
He was intensely aware of his cock. It ached and he wanted to touch himself so bad, but he couldn't. He didn't want to ruin his punishment, or earn more punishment. Or did he? The thought of being mischievous ran through his mind, he found he both wanted and dreaded future punishment.
It was confusing, but he accepted it for what it was. He could worry about it later, right now all he could think about was his discomfort, both from his position and from his cock. He tried to shift his position, but wiggling his hips only caused his ass cheeks to spread apart, making him feel ten times more exposed. He wished he could send a picture to Dean, to prove he was following directions, but he couldn't without leaving his position.
He'd never felt his precum before, but now that he was nothing but need, now that he was in this embarrassing position with his ass cheeks spread wide, he felt it. A wet spot on the tip of his cock, and then he could feel it slowly dripping, the thick fluid pulling more from his slit as it succumbed to gravity.
He moaned, but no one was there to hear him. Time passed, it felt like ages. His moans were too loud, he had to stop making noise or he wouldn't hear Dean's texts.
There was the water droplet sound of a text notification, and his heart hammered in his throat. He listened hard, but there were no further sounds. He groaned, wiggling his ass against the bed. His hole pressed against the fabric, sending a pulse of pure pleasure that filled him with longing. He imagined Dean chiding him for enjoying something touching his straight-boy hole. He pressed back harder, teasing himself with the pressure.
This time there were two droplets in a row, and he nearly jumped up to get his phone, but the third one never came. He moaned again, pressing himself hard enough against the bed that the mattress shifted and he lost the delicious pressure against his most intimate of places. It did relieve the pressure of his face smashed against the textured wallpaper, though.
His knees were beginning to ache when he heard three texts in a row, drop, drop, drop, and he was out of his timeout corner in a flash. He grabbed his phone and read the texts from Dean. In order they read, 'You didn't break the rules, did you?', 'Still in timeout?', then three eggplant emojis in a row, then the last text, ''How was timeout?'
He sent back the embarrassed emoji.
'You didn't break the rules, did you?'
'No, sir,' he replied, his heart beating so hard he could feel it in his ears. His cock was a wet mess, the head covered in precum, so hard it was nearly purple.
'Good job,' Dean replied. After another second a second text came. 'Do you wanna cum?'
'Yes, sir. Please,' he said, wanting to type more. He restrained himself, but only just.
Dean sent a devil smiley face emoji. 'Remember the towel?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Lean against it, with your knees on the floor, and your hands over the bed, so that your torso is against the towel.'
He shivered. He couldn't feel the cold anymore, his body seemed to be on fire as Dean shamed him. He moved into position. The towel was rough against his skin, and even the barest brush of it had another surge of precum leaking out. 'Done, sir.'
'No hands, Ben. If you wanna cum, you hump the towel.'
He swallowed hard three times as he tried to figure out what to reply with. He went with his standby. 'Yes, sir.'
He put the phone down next to him, wishing he'd turned the lights out, but the bed and bathroom light were both on, illuminating his shame. He wanted to hear Dean, needed to hear Dean tell him what to do, this wasn't enough. His phone was ringing before he realized what he was doing, and it was too late now.
Would Dean punish him further? He both hoped so and dreaded it.
"Ben, is everything-"
Dean sounded worried. He hadn't intended for him to sound worried. "Sir, I need you to tell me what to do," he begged, cutting Dean off. He sounded so lavacious, his own words added to his shame.
"Oh. Are you against the bed? Turn on speaker phone."
"Okay," he said, following directions. He pushed his phone a little away from him so he didn't knock it off the bed. "I'm in position."
"Describe it to me, I can't see it," Dean demanded.
Ben had to swallow down his shame. "I put the towel over the end of the bed, like you told me. My knees are on the floor and my hands on the bed."
"Your hands need to stay put. If you take them off the bed before I tell you to, you'll earn more punishment. Do you understand?" God, the way Dean spoke to him was maddeningly arousing.
"Yes, sir."
"You need to stay in position, but other than that, you can try to get yourself off however you can."
"Thank you, sir," he said, his hips pressing his dick into the mattress. He was glad he'd put the towel at the foot of the bed, this way he wouldn't shift the mattress any further.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, sounding almost bored.
"Um... mmm... Humping..." he dropped his voice down lower, unable to stay it louder as shame tightened his asshole. "Humping the bed."
"You're humping the bed, Ben? So naughty."
He moaned, he couldn't help it. "Humping the bed," he whispered. "Cause I'm your bitch."
Dean made a pleased sound. "Yea, you're my bitch, aren'tcha, yea?"
"Yes, sir," he moaned, speeding up his humping. His legs protested from yet a second odd angle, but it didn't take away from how good it felt.
"How's the towel feel against your dick, bitch?"
He was panting now, getting close. "Scratchy," he whispered.
"Good. You've been bad, so you need discipline."
"Thank you, sir," he moaned.
"You're getting off humping the bed, Ben," Dean said. He sounded breathy and slightly distracted, and Ben wondered if he was jerking off. He hoped so.
"May I... May I cum, sir?" he asked, so close that he wasn't sure he could hold it in before he heard Dean's answer.
"Oh god, Ben, you're coming? God, cum, Ben, cum now, cum all over your towel as you hump the bed mmm..." Dean growled, trailing off at the end in a series of low grunts.
Holy shit, did Dean just cum? His own orgasm ripped itself from his cock like the cork on a champagne bottle. His moans were too loud, but he couldn't stop himself from moaning or from humping the bed.
Ben collapsed on the bed, his hands still in place. He realized a second too late that he just smeared his own cum all over his belly. Dean would like that he did, he decided. His spent cock twitched lazily in agreement. He lay there, draped on the side of the bed, waiting for Dean to release him.
His breath was back to normal and Dean still hadn't spoken. "Dean?" he asked, worried they'd disconnected, or worse, that Dean had hung up on him.
"Ben," Dean said, sounding dazed. "You did a good job."
"Thank you, sir," he whispered, his face burning again.
"Clean yourself up and go to bed. You have a busy day tomorrow," Dean said, sounding back to normal.
"Did you..."
"What's that?" Dean asked, warning in his tone. "Did I what?"
"Nothing, good night, Dean."
"Nite Ben," Dean said. There was a brief pause, then his phone disconnected.
He cleaned himself up, proud of himself at having pleased Dean, nearly sure he'd made him cum.
The rest of the week was so busy with the conference and after parties disguised as networking events that Ben wasn't able to talk to Dean again. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he passed out each night from exhaustion just to get up early and start the whole thing over again. The conference ended just after lunch on Friday, and he was on the road as soon as possible.
He wanted to speed, wanted to shave minutes off of his drive to get back to Dean, but he didn't. He hit afternoon traffic, which ended up turning the last hour of his drive into the last two hours. Finally, right around six, he parked his car on the street half a block from Dean's apartment. He sent Dean a text and headed towards his building. A slow saunter turned into an excited jog, and he kinda sorta felt like a dog excited to see his master.
Dean met him at the glass security door. "What would you have done if I wasn't home?" he asked, lips pursed to the side.
"I hadn't thought that far ahead," Ben admitted.
Dean rolled his eyes, then ushered him inside. The first small flakes of snow had begun to fall, the first of the year. "Can't believe it's snowing," Dean complained, hugging his arms around him as they climbed the steps.
"Seems early," Ben agreed. "Why don't we take the elevator? You always take the steps?"
"Yea. Elevator's real old, and it breaks occasionally. Also, kinda sounds like one of the chains might be loose, it scrapes on the roof of the elevator and makes me nervous. I only live on the third floor, it's fine."
"Oh. Okay." He followed Dean quietly until they reached his apartment. Dean stepped to the side to let him in, then closed the door behind them both.
Why was he so nervous? Though nothing changed, the talk about their kinks, the phone sex, it made him feel different. Did Dean feel the same way?
Dean kicked off his shoes and headed towards the kitchen. It looked like he was watching anime, a boy with impossible burgundy hair stood akimbo on screen, looking angry. "You hungry?"
"I could eat," he agreed. "Got stuck in traffic, I'm gonna hit the bathroom."
"Do what you want," Dean dismissed.
This wasn't going the way he'd imagined it. His half a hard-on agreed. The last hour stuck in traffic was pure torture, both in the stuck in traffic way and in the maybe gonna have some fun sexy-times when I get to Dean's kinda way. It took him a few moments to get soft enough to pee, despite the urgency his bladder was communicating to him.
Dean was still in the kitchen when he emerged. "What's for dinner?" He leaned over to see what Dean was working on.
"Nothing special," Dean dismissed. Something crackled in the pan. "Just making chicken burgers."
"Oh, that sounds delicious," Ben said. His stomach growled in agreement. "Can I help with anything?"
Dean gave him kitchen busywork, and the two of them worked in silence. He tried to start a conversation a few times, but they had this weird tension between them. He'd finished his burger before he was able to say anything.
"You okay?"
"Huh?" Dean asked, putting his half-eaten burger down.
"You seem... Did I do something wrong? Should I have not come?"
He didn't know Dean well enough to know how to read his facial expressions. "No, it's fine. I figured you would."
"Why are you upset?"
"I'm not upset," Dean dismissed.
"Oh. Okay. If I did something-"
"You didn't," Dean cut him off. "I'm just..." He sighed. "You... I'm sorry, about the other night. I get outta control with you."
"About the other? What are you talking about? The phone sex? Jesus, not this again! I thought we were past this!" Dean cringed, his cheeks rosy. Ben sighed. "Dammit, Dean, I really liked it. A lot! Stop worrying about that. We have a safeword, I promise you I'll use it if I don't like what we're doing."
"You're just so submissive," Dean complained, picking the sesame seeds from the top of his bun. "You never balk. I worry that you wouldn't say anything ever, cause you're so submissive."
Ben sighed, then leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his travel-messy hair. "Dean, I'm not submissive. Not at all. I've never been like, never felt, I dunno. Like, I don't like pain, but the idea of you punishing me is hot. I don't, I've never done anything more than vanilla before you."
"I'm sorry," Dean said, the top of his bun quickly becoming a war-torn battlefield.
"Stop being sorry for this," Ben said. "I'm trying to tell you, I like it. A lot. You've opened so many doors for me that I didn't even know about, made me feel ways I've never felt before."
"It's bad enough," Dean said as if he hadn't heard a word Ben had said, "that you're flirting with being gay, but to add in the whole BDSM thing? I'm the worst. I can't control myself around you." His bun was losing major real estate, a small pile of toasted crust piling up next to it.
"Then don't!" Ben insisted. "I don't care what it's called, what we're doing. We're doing the 'Dean and Ben' thing, it doesn't need to be more than that. You've never forced me to do anything I didn't wanna do, Dean. I promise you."
Ben got up, then took Dean's hands, sparing the spongy insides of his bun from any more torment. He pulled Dean up, then hugged him hard. Dean resisted the hug, then gave in with a deep sigh. "You're killing me, DeLuca."
"Love you, too," Ben replied.
They stood there like that, arms wrapped around each other, for almost a minute before Dean broke away. Ben let him go, but reluctantly.
Dean stepped back. "You wanna watch TV or something?" He studied his feet, wringing his hands nervously.
"You're done?" Ben asked, nodding towards the burger Dean had picked into little pieces.
"Yeah," Dean agreed. He took Ben's hand sheepishly, then led them back to the living room.
"What're you watching?"
"One Piece. We don't have to watch that, we can watch Firefly or something," Dean said, grabbing the remote and backing out of the show quickly.
"We could've watched that, I don't mind."
Dean shook his head. "No, let's keep watching Firefly, then we can watch the movie, yea?"
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, disliking the tension between them. He didn't want to watch TV, he wanted to talk things through some more, but he didn't want to push Dean too far. They'd take this in baby steps. At least he felt like he was making some headway.
Dean put on Firefly, they were on the episode where Jayne finds out there's a whole town named after him. Halfway through the episode he scooted his way across the couch until their thighs were touching. Dean didn't pull away, and then he couldn't pay attention to anything but Dean's body cues.
Slowly, as if not to startle a feral cat, he lay down, his head on Dean's thigh. Dean tensed, then sighed and relaxed into it. For a split second, though, Ben was worried he was going to bolt. After a tense minute Dean's fingers began moving through his hair, and he knew everything was okay.
Still, though, he couldn't pay attention to the show. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Dean's fingers through his hair and over his scalp. Ben put one hand on Dean's thigh, testing the waters, and Dean flinched, but quickly resumed his petting. Over the next few minutes he slowly slid his hand up, then slipped it towards Dean's crotch.
As he slid his hand ever so slowly he noticed Dean's legs parting for him, just as slowly. Encouraged, he slid his hand deeper until his knuckles hit something firm. Dean grunted softly as Ben stroked the solid bar in his pants, his fingers now flexing in pleasure.
Ben looked up but Dean was laser focused on the TV. Moving to his elbows for a better angle, he dragged his knuckles up and down Dean's length, tracing it through his track pants. He went too low and pressed down on Dean's testicles and Dean grunted softly. Ben pulled his hand away quickly.
Dean caught his hand and brought it back. He pried Ben's fingers open with one hand and then pressed it against his member. How could he ignore such a direct request? He traced Dean's length with his fingers, but he wanted to feel it directly. He shifted to get a better angle, then dipped his hand into Dean's pants.
Dean's shaft was hard and silky, and almost feverishly hot. Ben stroked it with two fingers, then Dean closed his entire hand around Ben's, forcing him to grasp it firmly. He pumped his hand up and down the shaft once and Dean's hips jerked in response. Dean felt good in his hand, and before he could stop himself, he leaned in and slid his lips over the head.
Dean's moan set his insides on fire. He moved, wiggling around to find a better angle, stopping when he was ass up and head down. Dean's fingers were still in his hair, and flexed in time to Ben's strokes. Precum filled his mouth with a bitter flavor, driving his lust even higher.
He paused, looking up to check on Dean, but his eyes were still glued to the TV. His fingers flexed, though, and pushed his head back down onto his shaft. Ben chuckled, then sucked Dean in as deep as he could, which wasn't that deep. He needed to get better at this, he needed more practice. The idea was exciting.
He barely noticed when Dean's hand left his hair, but his whole body froze up when cold, thin fingers traced the hemline of his khakis. His brain caught up with the activities a second later and he fumbled with his pants, his knowledge of how zippers worked suddenly gone from his brain.
Dean snorted and helped him out of his pants. God, Dean's cold fingers felt good around his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last, he'd been fantasizing about Dean too long on his drive back.
He focused all of his attention on Dean's cock, licking and sucking and biting lightly. It was difficult, Dean was really good at wringing his dick, but he doubled down, sucking harder and moving more quickly.
"Gonna cum, Ben," Dean moaned, his hand slipping from Ben's cock.
"Mmm," Ben moaned, moving faster. Dean's fingers were in his hair again, trying to pull him off, but he let Dean tug without giving ground. A moment later Dean surrendered, then helped Ben get him off faster.
He thought Dean's cum might have been thicker than last time, but he hadn't done this enough to really know if that was true or not. The taste was thick, too, not that it made any sense to him when he thought it. It instantly filled his whole head, making his head also feel thick. Everything felt thick. He was moaning, and Dean was too, rocking his hips in time with Ben's sucking. Ben swallowed him down, sucking until Dean's dick stopped pulsing in his mouth.
Ben sat back on his knees and wiped his face, smiling like an idiot. He really was an idiot, he realized, his cock hanging out of his pants and cum on his breath. Dean watched him for a second, then surged forward and caught his face between his palms and kissed him hard.
Dean wasn't squeamish about the cum that still coated Ben's mouth, they kissed feverishly. Ben returned the kiss, then threw one knee over Dean's lap to straddle him. "Ben," Dean moaned, his hand running from his cheek down his chest, then lower. Dean grabbed his cock firmly, then squeezed it to the point just before pain.
"Dean," he moaned. "Missed you."
"Missed you, too," Dean whispered, so softly Ben wondered if he'd heard what he wanted to hear. Dean's hand rode up his shaft and then down it again, so firm it was almost uncomfortable, but it was what he needed. He moaned and Dean chuckled, then sped up.
"Dean, may I cum?"
"You'll be in trouble if you cum on me," Dean said, but it was playful, the way he said it.
The thought of being in trouble, and the thought of coming on Dean pushed him over the edge. His orgasm was slow and gradual, and afterwards he thought maybe it had something to do with how hard Dean was holding his cock. His cum oozed out of his cock, lubing Dean's grip, which just sent another spasm of cum from him.
Dean bit Ben's lip, then pulled back to watch Ben come. "Oh no," he said sarcastically. "You got cum on me. What a bad boy..."
Ben's whole body twitched with his next surge of cum and Dean chuckled, still sliding his firm fist up and down the shaft. He wasn't done coming, he realized as Dean's hand rose again, and more cum rose with it. Another wave of cum oozed from him and then Dean's hand was down his cock again.
It was too much, too much stimulation, but Dean pulled up his cock again, pulling more cum with it. "Too much," Ben whined, slumping forward. Dean dipped his head down and caught Ben's collarbone, biting the muscle above it as his hand rose again, somehow milking another small glob of cum from him. Dean bit hard, hard enough to leave a bruise, and Ben's hips jumped, sending Dean's hand down the shaft again.
Dean groaned. "You don't seem like you want me to stop," he whispered, then bit Ben's earlobe. Hard.
"Dean," he cried out, squirming as that tight fist rode up his shaft. It felt too big, too tight, too stimulated. He felt like he was still coming, though no more cum leaked from his slit. His hips danced when Dean slid down again, biting him hard again on the collarbone. Dean released the skin when his hand came back up, Ben could feel his smile against the raw skin there.
"Ben," Dean asked, sounding breathy. "You still like this?"
"Shut up," Ben complained, eyes closed tight. He whined as Dean jerked him again, the sensations both painful and delicious. He hid his face against Dean's neck. "I love it."
Dean released his cock and then grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him into another kiss. They kissed hard, frantic and needy until his lips were puffy. Dean pulled away, his pupils blown wide. "Ben... You have cum on your face."
It took a second for his over-stimulated brain to put the sentence together. The absurdity of it made him laugh, and for a split second Dean looked worried, but then he laughed, too. They laughed, in each other's arms, each of their soft cocks hanging out, until his ribs hurt and Dean pushed him back onto the couch.
"Go clean up," Dean urged.
"Yeah, probably should," he agreed. He jogged the short distance to the bathroom, eager to be back with Dean. He washed up, then Dean washed up, and they rewatched the last episode they'd been too distracted to actually watch. Ben found himself with his head back in Dean's lap, those cold fingers petting him in all the right ways.
Four days of travel and conferencing caught up with him, as well as post-orgasmic endorphins, and he dozed off on Dean's lap. He only knew this when Dean shook his shoulder gently, rocking him awake.
"I gotta pee," Dean apologized.
He nodded, then put his head down in the warm spot Dean left behind. He was dozing off again when the sound of keys in the door jerked him awake, disoriented. The door flung open and he twisted around, falling off the couch in the process.
"Princess Dean-anna! Come out and play!" said a falsetto voice, obviously a man. "We've come to rescue you from your self-inflicted house arrest, darling!"
Another voice followed the first, also in a falsetto, but deeper than the first. "Come out, come out, Princess, come out and play!"
Ben picked himself up off the floor and scooted back onto the couch, trying not to draw the two newcomer's attentions. He turned slowly, as if moving slower would keep them from seeing him. It was a dumb thought.
Men in drag. Two men stood just inside Dean's apartment, the door now shut behind them. The first one was shorter and fair skinned, his platinum blonde wig making his skin seem even paler.
The pale one wore a shiny red dress that clung to his body, cut low in the chest. Ben didn't know if the breasts were implants or just a padded bra, he didn't let his vision linger long enough to find out. A white boa wrapped around his neck, topping off a white trench coat cut in a feminine style. Fishnet stockings and high-heeled knee boots completed the ensemble.
"Seriously, Princess, it's been a million years," Red Dress complained.
The second one had dark skin and wore a filmy white coverall over teal hotpants and a banana yellow tube top. Ben didn't know if it was natural or not, but he couldn't get over the huge lemony-yellow afro, or the white, star-shaped sunglasses. Starglasses went to say something, but before he did, their eyes met.
Ben blushed, unsure of what to do. "Um... Hi?"
"Oh my gaaaawd," Starglasses squealed, making a bee-line to him. "Who is this scrumptious little piece of straight-bait that Princess is hiding up in his high tower?"
Red Dress turned, too, and within seconds he was surrounded by men dressed like beautiful butterfly strippers. "Hello, gorgeous," Red Dress cooed. "And who might you be?" They smelled like strippers, too.
Dean was suddenly there, his hand firm over Ben's forearm. "No one, he's a coworker. We were working."
Red Dress's eyes flicked to the TV screen, then to Dean. "Umm-humm. Sure you were. I know straight-bait when I see it, darling."
He looked up in confusion as Dean pulled him to his feet. Dean's frown deepened. "I think it's time you were leaving," he said, his voice cold. It hurt his heart.
"No, he should stay, we're the ones who busted in on you," Starglasses said. "We're just curious, is all. You've been more hermit-y than usual, and he's-"
"Shut up, Zion!" Dean hissed, pushing Ben towards the door from the far side of the couch, avoiding the drag queens. "He's a coworker." The way Dean emphasized coworker was like a shard of glass in his heart, they weren't even work friends, much less real ones, and especially not close. "That's all. Don't give him the wrong idea."
"Dean?" He asked, his head spinning.
"Time to go, you were just saying it was getting late and you should get going," Dean said, voice firm. He picked up his shoes and shoved them into his hands, continuing to push him towards the door. "Right?"
"What's the hurry?" Starglasses asked. "We're all friends, aren't we?"
"Coworker," Dean clarified, his tone clearly putting Ben in his place.
"Oh. Yeah. Coworkers, that's all," Ben said, feeling a pain in his chest he hadn't felt since the last night with Laura. "I should be..." He couldn't say anything else, his throat was too tight.
"Bye, thanks for, ah, the help. Tell your wife I said hi," Dean said, his eyes narrowed shrewdly as he emphasized the word 'wife'.
"Oh," Ben said, feeling dazed as he slipped on his shoes, back to the door. He could smell Starglasses, roses and cotton candy. "It's suddenly pretty clear to me how she might feel about me," he said, trying to make eye contact with Dean. Dean wasn't looking at him. "It's probably over."
"Sucks," Dean said, turning his back to Ben. "See you at work." His heart stopped beating and the color drained away from the room.
"Dean!" Red Dress chided.
Dean shrugged.
The simple dismissal was painful, and he suddenly couldn't breathe, suddenly needed fresh air. He needed to think. What had he done wrong? Hadn't he just had Dean in his mouth an hour ago? What had he done wrong? Maybe he'd been wrong about the whole thing, the whole time. Numbly he made his way to the stairs. He descended slowly, his heavy heart weighing his feet down, too.
He released the security door when he heard someone from inside yell just before it clicked shut. "Oi! Straight-bait!"
Starglasses. He cringed, then pulled his collar up and double-timed it to his car. He heard the door open behind him, he hadn't been fast enough to outrun a man in heels, but in his defense, he hadn't anticipated anyone following him after that. He tried to duck around the corner, but somehow, even in heels, Starglasses was fast enough to catch his arm, though he was slightly winded. "Oi! Wait up, Straight-bait! You forgot your phone." He held Ben's phone out to him.
"Oh, thanks," he said, feeling confused as to why Starglasses cared if he forgot his phone or not. He reached for it, but Starglasses grabbed his wrist with his other hand and held it tightly.
Starglasses's grip was tight and he found he couldn't pull away. "Listen, bitch," the drag queen hissed at him. Zion, he remembered, Dean called him Zion. "I don't know what you think you're doing with Dean, but he's special. Don't you fuck with him, and don't you pull some lame-ass straight-bait shit on him. If you're not gonna give him a chance, leave him alone!"
"Straight bait? I don't know what that means."
Zion sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "Jesus, Joseph, and Mary. You're not gay. He is. You spending solo time like this, maybe teasing him a little, eh? That's straight-bait. Giving him hope, petting the cow but never drinking the milk, so to speak."
Ben wanted to point out that the cow-milk analogy was terrible. He also wanted to point out that he'd drank the milk an hour ago, but he didn't say either. He didn't trust himself to say anything at all.
Zion deflated, then released his hand. He jerked it back, then wiped the tears he hadn't realized had fallen from his cheeks. "I know, I know he's special. I don't know what I did wrong..." He couldn't speak, he didn't want to risk full blown crying in front of a complete stranger, and Dean's friend. He turned, hand on top of his car while he fiddled with the lock.
He needed a new car, with the little key fab that would unlock his doors from a distance, he decided as Zion invaded his personal space.
"Don't know what you did wrong?" Zion repeated, narrowing long, perfect eyelashes at him.
"Nothing, nothing," he dismissed, breathing deliberately to control his emotions. He finally got the door unlocked and pulled it open, then threw himself inside. He tried to close the door, but Zion caught it, holding it open.
"You're both acting shady," Zion announced. "What'd you do to Dean to make him this upset? He's been really weird lately."
"It's over anyway," Ben dismissed. "It was my fault, and it's over now. Let go of my car, please." He barely got the sentence out before his chest tightened and prevented him from saying anything further.
Zion eyed him suspiciously, then stepped back, releasing the door. He slammed it shut, then started his car and drove away, barely giving the engine time to catch before throwing it into drive. He saw Zion still standing there, his yellow afro almost glowing under a streetlight, then he turned the corner and left Dean and all the rest behind.
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Title: 2 Moving Day
Tags: spank, mmf, threesome, rough
I felt the blood surge hotly in my face. I panted heavily. "Push it harder. Don't stop."
My brother Harry did a deep chest grunt and pushed, sweat beading over his face. "Something is going to rip if I go harder. We need some lubricant or..."
Without a rip, or even a popping sound, the sofa edged the half a centimeter it needed to slide smoothly around the dogleg into the room. I did a quick two step not to stumble. We re-hefted the great green monster and got it inside.
"Against the far wall for now. I can shift it if I need to."
"You're gonna have to, bro, because I'm never lifting this thing again. I'm sure not going to help get it out of here when you move again."
We collapsed on our subdued enemy, stretching our legs out. Harry, ever the classy guy, pulled the hem of his t-shirt up to wipe his face. Seemed a good idea, actually, so I did it too. Then we sat back. It was a really nice couch. One of the few long enough that let me stretch right out. A blazing beam of sunlight spotlighted on the carpet. A person couldn't even tell from this view that winter still gripped the world.
"Yeah, I thought you were nuts for using the official master bedroom as a living room, but it could work."
I nodded, smiling. "I almost passed on having a two bedroom unit all to myself, but then I realized if I'm going to set up a proper work space studio, the extra room will be great."
"And the second bedroom is the bedroom?"
"Once I measured to see if it fit a king size bed, the vision fell into place. The 'living room' has the biggest windows and the best light and view. Why work in a rabbit hole? That's the room for sleeping."
Harry smirked crookedly. "A king size bed? What the hell does a bachelor need with that kind of elbow room? Planning on having orgies?"
I hid my expression by standing up and giving my face another wipe with my shirt. I couldn't let Harry see the goofy grin exploding on my face. From what I had experienced here in Avalon Apartments three weeks ago, that king size could likely be the hardest used piece of furniture in the place.
"HARRrrrY! I'm hungry!" The mostly empty apartment made the unpleasant whine even more annoying with an echo. The voice certainly slapped the grin off my face. Adults just shouldn't whine like that. Harry climbed to his feet. "Coming Tiffany!"
I followed him out of the "hospitality room". "That was the last load, Zach. Just a couple of boxes left. Here's the plan: we go down. You bring up the boxes and, since I have to move the truck from the loading zone anyway, I'll keep on going to get some grub."
"Let me get my wallet. It's on me."
"Damn straight it's on you. Sleeping, storage fees and labour costs ain't cheap."
Tiffany Trubela leaned-sprawled on the kitchen counter with her elbows and stomach, her butt sticking out and her legs akimbo on the floor. Only her fingers dancing furiously over her pink phone keypad gave away that she was awake. Still, even in such a slack-jawed idiot pose, she artfully kept her scoop-necked cleavage on glorious display and her skintight jeans accentuated those long legs and ass to perfection. Her meticulously styled blonde hair draped down her back. However, even the exquisite makeup job around the huge sapphire blue eyes and magnificent cheekbones couldn't hide the bovine dull expression of the hardcore texter.
"Tiff, I'm off to get some food." Harry leaned in to give his girlfriend a peck on the cheek.
The blonde woman grunted, pulling away, focusing on her messages.
"Baby, you were going to unpack the kitchen." Of the three boxes labeled "Kitchen", one had been opened. A drawer hung open, empty. Not a great effort.
Tiffany frowned, without turning away from the miniature screen. "Kim is stressing out over picking shoes for a very important party. She needs my advice more than Zach needs his forks and spoon sorted."
"Kim who?"
"Kardashian, of course!"
"KIm Kardashian asked you, personally, for advice?" I always tried to keep to the weather and peoples' health when talking to Tiffany, but kept failing in the face of absurdity. Any actual conversation almost always ended badly. Blood pressure spikes are not healthy.
"She accepted me to her Flutterbook Gold Circle. When she sends out a cry for help, her special followers just have to pitch in."
"All 50,000 of you. It's a tight group."
"At least it's in the real, grownup world. Why don't you go unpack your toy spaceships?" Tiffany pulled back the small amount of attention she had granted us and went back to the phone. Harry gripped my arm and pulled. I sighed and let myself be led out of the apartment.
Harry shrugged into his parka as the elevator descended the three floors. "So, that's everything you had stashed in my garage. How many other Zach McAllister Stash Spots are there to clean out?"
I had no problem with a change in subject. "You had the biggest pile, thanks again. Clint and Tai Ping have about half-a-dozen bags stuffed with clothes and bedding and towels. Rudy has my big screen, so that'll be easy to move, but a bugger to extract from where he's set it up in his living room. The rest is still two provinces away in a pay storage unit." I blew out my cheeks. "Moving cross country sucks."
"Well, in my experience, finding a place to live is the hardest part. The rest is just muscle and buying pizza. Oh, crap." Harry raised his arms in frustration, beseeching the sky gods. "We can't buy pizza."
"Why the hell not? Pizza is the traditional food when moving. It may even be a law."
"Because Tiff doesn't eat wheat products during months with an 'R' or some shit." Harry looked miserable, trapped between reality and a red hot girlfriend. Again.
"How about Greek? There's a place on 18th Ave called 'The 12 Platters of Hercules' that's pretty tasty..."
Harry perked up. "I know the joint. It is good. There'll be something there she'll like."
"That would be the Harpy Special. I'll take a Centaur Platter."
"Ha. Ha. Ha." Harry smiled with one side of his mouth. "That is actually funny, but that's my girl you're...HOLY SHIT!"
I whirled around, expecting a bus to be coming through the main doors and into the lobby. Instead, a cab driver wheeled-dragged a large suitcase over the snow ridged sidewalk while Marita held the outer door for him. My glands snapped off a tap dance and hand flip. Harry wasn't admiring the puffing cabbie or the quality luggage. We McAllister brothers admired the mane of midnight copper hair framing the heart-shaped face and flawless caramel skin. The full lips and merry smile. The enormous green eyes. The deep green plaid winter coat went to her knees, giving only a tantalizing hint at the curves beneath.
Harry could only guess at those curves. I knew those curves intimately.
I fought down another village idiot grin. Attempt to be cool, Zach. I did spring forward to open the inner door before Marita had to fumble for her keys.
"Oh, thank you. It's good to be home!" Marita gave her boots a last stamp to clear snow. "I think." She fluffed her hair out while undoing a few coat buttons. She smiled politely. "Do you live in the building?"
The sexual pixie dust supporting me vanished in a flash of reality. "Um, yes. Just moving in." Harry gave me a prod. "This is my brother Harry. I'm..."
"Jack? No, something with a zed. Zach! Yeah, Zach." Marita grinned in triumph, as she held out her hand to shake. "I'm Marita. You were apartment hunting about, what, three weeks ago? The old memory hasn't failed after all!"
I returned the polite handshake, keeping a brave face. I hoped. "The first of the month finally came and I don't have to sleep on this lunkhead's couch no more."
"Lunkhead? Hey..." Harry frowned as he shook Marita's hand.
"Well, it's nice to meet you again and you, Harry. Probably see you at the mailboxes or something." Marita strode off across the small lobby to the elevator, suitcase in tow.
"Yeah, I guess." I spiraled down for a crash landing, shot out of my dreams by hard truths.
For the second time, Harry pulled me along. We exited out the doors into the arctic afternoon, the sun easing towards setting. "You're the lunkhead if you think you have a chance with her. Wow, she's gawdamn dynamite on two legs. She's so far out of your league, it'd be like a tiddlywinks player in a pro hockey game."
Harry reached over the truck box and pulled out the last two boxes, thrusting them into my arms. I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to tell my smug little brother that I had not only played in Marita's league, but had that an MVP award for my effort. Well, or so I thought. Apparently not so much. As dismal as Marita's platonic courtesies made me feel, I wasn't going to become a strutting, bragging thug for Harry. The road of a gentleman is not easy.
The boxes made themselves a nuisance getting back inside, but they weren't so heavy I couldn't manage. I stumped up to the elevator and pushed the button. The door slid open and I turned sideways to watch my step and to let the handrail inside support some of their weight.
Marita's voice came from behind me. "What floor was that again?"
"Uh...3." I twisted my head to see her smirk. "What,...why." I gave my stunned brain a kick. "You're just riding the elevator for fun?"
I hoisted the boxes for a better grip. Between Marita, me, two boxes and her luggage, the tiny elevator didn't leave much maneuvering room. I worked the physics of turning around to face her.
A warm breath and wet tongue traced my right ear. "No silly. I waited to give you a proper hello."
The startled squeak of I made did not sound manly nor even dignified. I did feel myself pull out of that spiraling dive into gloom. As I juggled the boxes I had nearly dropped, I could only blather "What? Really?"
Marita's honey-toned chuckle alone could give a guy wood. "You get a gold star, newbie neighbour. It's a crazy judgement call in this building when to be polite and when to be a slobbering sex fiend. In my book, you played the very correct amount of smooth and cool down there in the lobby."
She gave my earlobe a fresh tongue-thrashing and nibble while she reached around to treat my groin to a full palm massage. The third floor dinged and the elevator stopped WAY too soon.
I lurched out of the elevator, totally wobbling on my pins. I gave her a huge grin. "See you."
Marita gave a little wave and a saucy smile as the doors closed. "I better be invited to the housewarming."
I bumped and thumped my way into my apartment, walking again on a sparkling fog of sexual possibility. I put the boxes down and stood staring off in a hot daydream of that housewarming party.
"Ah, has Tiffy's boobies given poor Zachie-whackie a stiffie?" Tiffany cackled.
I spanged back to reality. I had honestly forgot all about her while drifting in my Happy Place. If texters want to ignore everyone around them, I tend to return the favour. I looked down. For moving day, I had on old sweat pants and loose boxers. Marita's efforts had brought the circus to town and the main tent pole was blatantly up.
I blinked again. Without conscious thought, I replied with a bark of a laugh. "Gawd, no!"
Whatever Tiffany expected for a reaction, mine didn't fit. Only slapping her with a fish might result in the same popped eyes, gaping mouth surprise and hurt. She took a long second to process the concept of not being someone's fantasy girl. Her eyebrows slammed together and her lips closed in a thin line. Red crept up from her cleavage to distort her pretty face.
"YOU PENCIL DICK..." She floundered. While I may not be packing a salami, what was tenting my sweats could not be called a "pencil". She started again. "You slob of a geek! You nerd freak! This minute is as close as you'll ever get to babies this good if you live to be a hundred!"
Normal manners would suggest I try to hide my boner. But I'd be strung up by my nuts before I'd show any weakness in front of Harpy Girl.
"I do apologize for any slight, Tiffany. However, I was, in fact, daydreaming about breasts that I have not only seen, touched, and kissed but are far superior to yours. Not that your's aren't quite nice. Obviously you paid a lot of money for them." Trying to keep my temper and to slip in the last word, I turned to the bathroom door. "Excuse me, I think I'll wash up before the food comes."
I closed the door on Tiffany's bellow of rage. "You lying fuckhead! Nobody talks to me that way! You're in there jacking off thinking about me right now, because you'll never have a real woman. The only tits you've seen are on a computer screen!"
I leaned on my hands and looked at myself in the big bathroom mirror. I shook my head and my reflection agreed with my frustration. I'd had to put up with that shrew for ove ra month while Harry put me up. It's all done, Zach, it's all over.
Well, washing up would be a good idea. Hygiene and some water to cool the blood. I peeled off my shirt, smiling at the tent that was only beginning to subside. I went profile and chuckled at the rude display. I started to soap up my hands. Jacking off, indeed. If a fraction of the promise of Avalon Apartments came true, I'd never have to seek solo relief again.
I brought the towel up to dry my face. Tiffany had finally shut up. My breathing and heart rate had slowed. My cock had started to droop.
The doorknob clicked. The bathroom door slammed back. I brought the towel down in shock as a flash popped in my eyes.
"Caught you jerking off!" Tiffany exulted, phone up and taking pictures. "The girls will love these snaps." She trailed off as she realized I still had my pants on. My blood pressure soared. I snapped.
"A camera? A CAMERA??" I snatched her phone out of her startled hand. "You self-centered bitch! You were honestly going to post pictures of me jerking off on the fucking internet? Well, if your friends want nudity, how about a naked skank?"
I stepped in and grabbed Tiffany around the waist with one arm, yanking her close. As her brain struggled to catch up, I gripped the hem of her shirt at the back and pulled up, giving her a small shove. The pink shirt peeled up over her arms like a banana skin. She came to rest against the door frame, hair tousled and eyes wild. I brought her phone up and started snapping.
To minimize unsightly lines under her thin t-shirt, Tiffany had a light, sheer bra that left little to the imagination. I got off three good candids of rosy nipples behind lace before as she dithered between covering herself and making me stop. I flung the shirt aside and stepped in again, her hands batting away at me as I gripped the front of her bra between her bouncing tits and pulled it up. Flash!
"GIve me that fucking phone!" She lunged at me, but tangled in bra straps, she didn't quite reach the phone. I jumped out of the bathroom, letting weeks of TIffany Frustration run wild. I made two steps when she grabbed the back of my sweat pants. I fell forward, the phone skittering off across the rug as I caught myself from a face plant. I squirmed away as she clawed at my legs. Sweatpants came off very easily, leaving me in boxers and socks. Tiffany waddled forward on her knees, nude from the waist up, taking off the remaining spike heel shoe that had tripped her up.
I rolled to my hands and knees to scrabble for the phone. I spun on to my back and clicked off two more shots of Tiffany in her bouncing, jiggling hellcat glory.
"You shit head bastard!" Tiffany lunged at me again, just as I got my feet under me to stand up. This time she took down my boxers and left some $50 per nail scratches down both my thighs. I danced backwards, my cock bobbing stiffly in the open air. I took my eyes off Tiffany to find the switch to video. Still photos weren't enough.
Crash! Something shattered on the wall behind me. "Drop that fucking phone!" Tiffany knelt beside an open box, chest and boobs heaving, eyes blazing, the spaceships she loved to mock in each hand. I glanced over my shoulder. One lay in bits across the carpet. I thought I had already lost my temper. Apparently not.
"You miserable stupid cow! Those aren't toys, they're heirlooms! Keepsakes from my uncle and dad!" I let the phone bounce to the carpet as I lunged at her like an attacking bear. She raised one of the antiques to smash it, but I tackled her, grabbing both wrists. I landed on top of her, crushing her big tits under my chest. I snarled into her face and twisted her wrists until both ships slipped safely to the floor. She snarled back at me. Drops of sweat dropped on her face from me. Tiny sprays of spit hit my face.
I sat back up, pulling her along with me. Tiffany exercised only enough to keep herself fashionably skinny. She had no muscle tone to stop me.
Too selfish to reason with. Too uncaring to listen to arguments. I saw only way to make my point. Sitting cross-legged, with the carpet scratching my bare ass, I shifted Tiffany face down across my lap. My cock head poked into her stomach. I kept my arm across her back to pin her down while my other hand pulled and yanked at the waistband of her jeans. Skin tight as they were, it took a bucking, wrestling few minutes to expose her ass. No panties. Being sexy or fashionable? Didn't matter. WHACK! I brought the flat of my hand across her pert cheeks. We had descended to grunts and growls while wrestling, but this brought a fresh shriek out of her.
"YOW! You bastard! Let me go!"
WHACK! "Ow!" WHACK! "Jesus!" WHACK! "Stop it!" WHACK!
I kept going, letting loose a lot of frustration, some of it not entirely Tiffany's fault, but just for the style of person she was. Her cheeks wobbled like red jello when I finally felt a need to pause, if only because my arm and hand ached.
Tiffany's shouts had become whimpers had become...moans? Her long, smooth body didn't thrash so much as "squirm".
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck." She moaned into the carpet as her body writhed on my lap. I don't know if Tiffany knew this about herself or not. The fact my cock still stood like a bar of iron surprised me. She turned her head, peering at me with a mascara-streaked eye through a curtain of tousled blonde hair.
"...please zach. don stup." came a bleary voice talking into the carpet.
I felt something splish on to my thigh beneath Tiff. It might have been sweat, but my nose caught the rising tang of a woman feeling the heat. It didn't calm me down much. Still, I hadn't become a total lunatic. I stood on a line. This side had some issues in polite company, but across that line I'd be tripping over words like "rape". But my cock and temper demanded more. Desperate to please, my brain noticed Tiffany's phone. I gave her beautiful bottom another smack. "Speak up Tiffany. You want me to stop?" Smack.
"No, no! DON'T stop! Damn, I'm boiling over."
"So? What do you want me to do about it?" SMACK!
"AH!" Her head jerked around again. "Fuck me. Damn it, fuck me!"
"Anything you say, Tiff."
I slid out from under her, letting her collapse on the carpet. My cock thrummed as her body flicked it in passing. Tiff's waist and hips wriggled in time to her moans. A couple of savage yanks pulled each leg of her jeans down and off. I pulled the naked woman to her hands and knees and slid into position. My penis throbbed, ready and eager. I pointed the big purple head at her dripping cunt and slammed on in.
"Bitches get fucked like bitches."
"Keerist!" Tiffany grunted and hammered her delicate fists on the carpet-over-concrete. "Oh, yeah. Oh YEAH."
I took hold of her lean waist and pounded for all I was worth. My hips slammed against that red ass and bounced back. Tiffany's lubrication didn't match her desire and I felt my cock heat up with the friction. Her cunt soon started juicing under the assault. My back began to feel the strain, but I kept the jackhammer attack going, gritting my teeth. As long as I kept my brain and its opinions locked in the back in the trunk, my body didn't mind fucking Tiffany at all.
"GUHhhh. Oh it hurts so damn good."
"What. Does. Tiffany?" I gasped out as separate words. "Tell me."
"Fucking. You fucking me." She rose up on her hands and back down.
Her big barbie boobs flounced back and forth from under her too skinny torso with each stroke. I slowed enough to bend and give the right one a good grope. My first fake breast. Not as bad as I expected. Like squeezing a soft foam ball. Not as good as a real breast, but not bad. Tiffany moaned. "Pinch my nipple."
I rolled the fat nipple tip between thumb and forefinger. Tiffany sobbed and pushed her tit into my hand. "The other one! The other one!"
"The other one what, Tiffany?"
"Pinch my other nipple, idiot!"
"Holy crap!"
I stuttered in my thrusting as Harry's voice startled me. I looked over my shoulder at his shocked face. Everything balanced on the twirl of one second. One hint of betrayal, one suggestion of rage and guilt or fear would stop me cold.
Harry's face twisted in an stunned half-smile. He set the bag of food down.
I smiled back at him and revved up my thrusts again. "Mind if I finish?"
"Go right ahead, brother." He began to peel out of his clothes. "Mind if I watch? I really have a thing about watching."
"Be our guest."
Tiffany groped her way through her erotic fog. She peered backwards. Her eyes widened. "Harry? Omigawd. Harry? Stop him. He's raping me!"
My brother went on his knees beside us, naked and working his cock up to a full erection with a practiced right hand. "That right, Zach? You raping my girl?"
"Nope." I reached around and finally did the rolling nipple pinch Tiff had requested. Her guttural growl didn't sound at all unhappy or coerced.
"Okay, then." Harry began a smooth, slow pump of his cock. Seems the McAllister genes bred true. Average length but solid and thick. His eyes drank in our fucking with a wide leer. My streak of exhibitionism didn't mind the audience and I felt fresh energy building in my groin.
"I should be mad, I guess, but this cocktease has kept me on a starvation diet for too long." Harry snarled a smile, continuing in a cartoon falsetto, "By me this ring Harry, and you might get some nummies tonight. No laundry, no nookie Harry. I'm watching Celebrity Showdown, don't bother me."
"You two are...argh. Put it back in, put it back in!" Tiffany wailed as I pulled out. My juice coated cock felt cool in the room air. I lumbered off my red knees and slapped my brother's shoulder. "Give it to her, Harry."
With a grin, Harry leapt in to place behind Tiffany. He ran his palms down her sweaty back, then took his throbber in hand and rammed it until his pubes squelched hard into her sopping bald pussy.
I flexed my legs a time or two to get circulation back. Then I went back on my knees and waved my fat, slimy erection in Tiffany's face. Harry raised an eyebrow in concern and cocked his head. I shook my head at his fear. Why I figured she wouldn't bite it off, I don't know. I think for all her big talk, Tiffany was discovering a whole world of submission.
I tickled her nose with the head and pressed it to her lips. "Like sucking cock, Tiffany? Speak up."
Grunting under Harry's pounding, she managed to blurt in a fevered voice, "Yes, I want to suck your cock."
Her mouth engulfed me and her tongue went wild around my shaft. I ran my fingers through her mane and began to softly jerk my hips. "She's damn good at this."
"I'll have to take your word for it. She wouldn't so much as kiss mine." The bitterness in Harry's voice lost its punch with the bliss of a hot fuck filling his face. His eyes snapped open and twinkled brightly. He looked at me, then at Tiffany and then at her ass. "You know what else I always wanted that never happened?"
He spat a big gob of saliva into the fingers of his left hand. He then rubbed the slippery moisture all around Tiffany's rosebud. Her wonderful suction action abruptly stopped. I stroked her hair and face, continuing to pump. "It'll be fun."
Harry pulled out. He carefully positioned his juiced cock at the entrance to Tiffany's asshole and pushed.
I felt the blood surge hotly in my face. I panted heavily. "Push it harder. Don't stop."
My brother Harry did a deep chest grunt and pushed, sweat beading over his face. "Something is going to rip if I go harder. We need some lubricant or..."
Without a rip, or even a popping sound, Harry's cock edged the half a centimeter it needed to slide smoothly down Tiffany's ass. I did a quick two step on my knees not to stumble as Tiffany shrilled a hot moan and bucked. We re-balanced ourselves around the woman and went back to it.
"OH, HOLY CRAP, but that's tight. Not going to last long at all."
"Me either. Me either."
The long-deprived Harry fired his load first, clutching Tiffany's hips like he was going to fall off a building. He shuddered in a full body muscle spasm. A sight like that took me over the edge and my hips jerked as I unloaded into Tiffany's mouth.
I collapsed back on to my elbows, knees finally saying enough was enough. My breath came in ragged gulps. Harry fell back on to his ass, the stupidest grin on his flushed face. Tiffany slumped to the carpet like a sack of wet oatmeal and didn't move.
My brain broke out of the trunk and reclaimed the driver seat. Concerned, I rolled so my forehead bumped with Tiffany's. At least I heard breathing. I stretched out and managed to snag her discarded phone with my fingertips. I brought it close to its owner.
I cooed softly into her ear. "Tifffannny? Do you feel good? Are you alright?"
"MMmmm, yes." She slurred and nearly purred.
"We're so glad." I rolled and sat back against a wall, softening cock drooling on my thigh. I worked the phone. Harry swept his hands over his face, slicking sweat away and smiled at me. He took hold of Tiff's left foot and gave it a loose shake. "C'mon sleeping slut. Up and away."
"Hmm?" Tiffany rotated on to her back. Her careful coiffure had become a crazed bird's nest. Her makeup looked like she'd stood in front of a garden hose. The cum dribbling down her chin had begun to dry. Her boobs flared red with rough handling and rug burn, like her knees. She sat up like a drunk on a rocking boat, wincing sharply when her ass took the weight.
The golden setting sun filled my apartment. Tiffany looked blearily at me and then at Harry.
I looked at Harry. "I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"Helluvan idea!"
Harry and I stood up. Tiffany stared at our naked bodies (well, except for my socks) and frowned. The lights began to come on again in her eyes. The muscles in her face tightened under the smudged makeup.
"You cocksucking shit heads." She growled in a low voice. "You're going to be brother convicts doing time for rape and assault. Then I'll sue you for..."
I held up her phone and clicked "play".
"AH! Fuck me. Damn it, fuck me!"
"Anything you say, Tiff."
I looked at the screen. "The camera doesn't really capture anything too clearly, but the sound is excellent." I hit play again.
"Tifffannny? Do you feel good? Are you alright?"
"MMmmm, yes."
I slid her pink phone across the carpet to her. "And I already emailed all this afternoon's files to Harry and myself, so don't worry about losing them."
Tiffany didn't say anything. Her left eye twitched, but she didn't say anything. She collected her scattered clothing and disappeared into the bathroom. Harry and I had barely dished up the still warm food when she emerged, cleaned up if not her usual primped. She shot us the Finger and stalked out. I imagine she had a lot to think about. Knowing Tiffany, she wouldn't bother.
Harry and I went back to sit on the floor, still naked, backs against the wall. We ate.
"So, I'm a bachelor again."
"Sorry about all this, Harry. I really am."
"No, no. It's all good, brother." He opened his mouth to continue, then shrugged. "It's good." A companionable time passed with nothing but chewing and the working of plastic forks.
"So, you like to watch, eh?"
Harry blushed a bit and grinned like a kid. "Well, what can I say? Yeah, I do."
I considered options while savouring another mouthful of souvlaki. I swallowed. "I think you need to come to my housewarming party."
"Well, I assumed I was already invited."
"No, no. My REAL housewarming party."
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Title: Meeting Anita Ch. 02
Tags: anita, bdsm, ropes, bondage, rimming, analingus, chocolate, food
A few weeks back I wrote my story "Meeting Anita" looking forward to our meet. Well, we got together and we had an amazing encounter. Anita has given me her recollections of the day. All I can say is Roll on next time!
Anita's Account...
I am ready. Following his instructions, kneeling on the floor, back straight, hands behind my back, head bowed. His text says he is only a minute away, and I scramble into position. The floor is cold and hard on my knees, and I am trembling as this moment, which I have been anticipating for days, is finally upon me.
I hear the sound of rubber on gravel, and then of doors opening and closing. I must keep my eyes down and eventually the door opens and a pair of feet come in to view. I fight the urge to speak and remain still and submissive.
A finger appears under my chin and my head is tilted upwards, enabling me to see my master for the first time. His face is stern and forbidding and the urge to smile and welcome him falls away like a shadow fading as the sun goes behind a cloud. This is not like any of our previous meetings.
"I am glad to see you are ready for me, my slave. Who do you belong to?" He asks.
"You, my master," I reply, quietly, slightly hesitant, as I get used to my role.
"Have you followed all my instructions?" he asks me.
"Yes Sir, I think so Sir," I respond, hoping I have not forgotten anything. He bends down and puts my collar around my neck, ensuring it fits snugly in place. It feels strange for a minute but I am surprised how quickly I get used to it and welcome it's presence.
Also by my side is the harness he bought me at our last meeting. It takes a little time but eventually I am dressed to his liking and allowed to stand. I am glad to end the discomfort of the hard floor on my knees and wonder how I will cope with the day ahead if even this small action causes a degree of pain to my body.
"Where is your butt plug?" he asks and I retrieve it from my bag. I had thought as he fitted my harness that I might be spared this step but I should have known better; my master does not forget things.
He tells me to kneel again with my forearms on the floor. My arse is now pointing up at him, presenting itself to him. He runs his hands over my cheeks, running a finger down the crack and I am instantly aroused.
"Hold your cheeks open for me," and he circles my rosebud with a finger, applying the cold lube around and into me with gentle strokes. He starts to ease the plug into me, and I try to relax as each of the two sections are accommodated into my tight passage. I have practised this several times since purchasing the plug at his request, just the day before. It is easier than I had anticipated, and I breathe out, finding that I had been holding my breath without realising.
"Are you ready?" he asks; a question with so many levels of meaning that I shiver involuntarily and I concur, putting on my coat and patting the scarf in it's pocket, checking it's presence. I am allowed to wear it to cover my collar when in public.
He carries my bag and escorts me to his car. I settle myself into my seat, thinking that it is finally happening; the adventure that we have planned for several weeks is actually underway.
My master wanted to photograph me in a location of my choosing and I gave him directions to a quiet road that runs parallel with a nearby motorway. We parked and I undid my coat, ready to get out, when a post office van came round the corner. I quickly ducked down and was very relieved he hadn't appeared just 30 seconds later, when I would have been fully exposed. I got out of the car and assumed a variety of positions as instructed by my master, who was busy with his camera. We followed a track up a hill to a bridge over the motorway, with a slatted concrete fence.
"Take off your coat," came the instruction, and with cars and lorries clearly visible below, I did as I was told, enjoying the challenge and smiling into the camera. It was cold, with a hint of dampness in the air, but I was warm with adrenaline and had a dampness all of my own.
We returned to the car and set off for Heathrow. Or so I thought; my master had other plans!
"We are too early to check in so I thought you would enjoy stopping for a coffee," he said with a glint in his eye. This had not been in our original plan but I was excited from the photoshoot and agreed without demur.
We pulled into a service station and I got out carefully as there were men standing very close. I was happy that my master had not tested my resolve by instructing me to reveal anything to them. I suddenly remembered my collar, which had almost become a part of me, and hastily fastened my scarf around my neck. The butt plug was still nestled securely inside me and I walked confidently into the building.
There was a choice of seating and my master allowed me to pick, not wanting to push my limits too far. The comfy seats were inviting but I wasn't sure how easy they would be to get out of decorously, so I chose the safer option of the upright ones.
We sat and chatted out of role while we had coffee but all the time we were both aware of the image the world could see and the hidden reality under only a thin coat.
Once on the motorway, my master instructed me to undo the buttons of my coat and spread my legs wide so that he could claim my pussy for himself. He played with me constantly, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, and then pulling out again, over and over. He kept reminding me that I was not allowed to cum, and I had to grip the edges of the seat in order to keep control. There were not too many lorries on the road, but I was fairly sure that one lorry driver at least had seen what was happening! I didn't have time to think about how this made me feel, whilst I was riding the edge of ecstasy, but in hindsight, it makes me smile to know that he got an eyeful!
We completed our journey to the hotel, and arrived there after check-in time. My master went in first to complete the paperwork, and then came back to the car to fetch me.
By now the butt plug felt less secure, and I had to walk very carefully to ensure it stayed in place. We reached our room, and I quickly removed my coat and scarf as my original instructions had told me to do. We unpacked the various items we had brought with us.
My master is very skilled with ropes, and arranged a system on the bed that would enable me to be fastened to it in a variety of ways! He did this calmly and quietly, and the knowledge of what was to come started to build inside me, raising my heart rate, and no doubt my blood pressure too!
He then sat in a chair, and commanded me to kneel before him.
"I need to know if you have been a bad girl since we last met," he said. "Have you been with any other men?"
"Yes, master, your slave has been bad!" I replied, with my eyes downcast.
"Tell me about it," came the reply.
"Last week I had two men, master, and had my first experience of sharing a cock! I was sucking a cock, and then there was another man licking it with me! I spent my time kissing him and sucking the cock alternately and, Master, it was very exciting!"
"And have you followed my instructions? Have you cum at all since yesterday?"
"I am so sorry Master, but I came this morning! I was talking to a friend on the phone, and he made me cum. He said he will take the blame, but I know that it is me that will be expected to take the pain!"
"So you disobeyed my instructions? You let another man have control of my pussy!
You know that you must be punished for that! Turn round and bend over the bed so that your hips are on the edge."
I had already seen the cane that my master had brought, and I knew that now I was going to feel it too! This was the part of the adventure that I was most apprehensive about. But I knew my master would have my best interests at heart, and we had agreed a set of safe words that would enable me to let him know when I was reaching my limit. I wanted to know what it felt like, and was determined to see it through.
I put myself into position and waited.
My master knew that this was the part I was most worried about, and I trusted him to be gentle, but it didn't feel like that! I was instructed to count each one and thank him. And that helped; it gave me something to focus on. But each one stung more than the previous one, especially if they fell on the same cheek one after another. I managed 20, as I was determined not to call a halt if I could possibly avoid it, and my master decided that I had paid the price for my transgressions. The feel of his cooling hand rubbing me better afterwards was so welcome; knowing that he cared about me was so important!
Now I was instructed to put myself on the bed, face up, so he could attach me to the various clips and make sure I was spreadeagled, with nothing to prevent him doing exactly what he wanted to me.
He was still fully clothed, whilst I wore nothing but my harness, collar and cuffs, and that in itself is an amazing turn on. The thought that I am entirely at his disposal, his cum slut, his cock whore, his fuck toy, is enough to make me wet just thinking about it. I asked for my blindfold, to heighten the whole experience, and then I really didn't know what was coming next.
He played with every part of me, nibbling my nipples, licking my clit, making me writhe and squirm and beg for release! It didn't take long before I was begging to be allowed to cum, and eventually I was given permission. Waiting all that time had lifted my orgasm to a new level and I shuddered and twitched, as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body. There was a noise of rushing wind in my head, even without the blindfold I would not have been able to see, and my whole body was just encompassed in this feeling of release and extraordinary pleasure.
There were pauses, and I realised he must be undressing, because soon the blindfold was removed and a cock was placed in front of me. I couldn't quite reach it, and was teased with the sight and the smell of my master's member, whilst being denied it's touch and taste!
Soon I could make contact with my tongue, and then it was thrust into my mouth. He was forceful, pushing it deep into me, making me gag, which is something I am not used to. But he was kind, and eased off, so that I could enjoy the sensation of such a hard, slick stick sliding in and out of me. He knows how much I enjoy sucking his cock, the smell, the taste, the delight of knowing that it gives him pleasure.
Now he slides it into my cunt, so I can feel it, hard and thick inside me. It is so hard to grip him while I am tied down But all too soon it was removed from me and I was turned over so that now I was face down.
My skin is very responsive to a touch that is as light as a feather, but I had never been played with with an actual feather. So my master had bought some and spent the next little while teasing me all over with a pheasant feather.
It was amazing. Down my spine, round the sides of my body, at the base of my armpits, all such sensitive spots. Across my striped arse cheeks, arousing and soothing. And then into my pussy, teasing my clit, soaking up the juices as they were released by my cunt.
And I couldn't move, couldn't stop it, even if I had wanted to. The feeling of immobilisation, of being absolutely incapable of controlling the situation in any way at all, that was so arousing. Again I was brought to the point of orgasm and again made to wait, but eventually given permission to cum and I delighted in all those sensations, all over again. Once I have cum my body becomes increasingly sensitive, the skin responding to the slightest touch. It is such a wonderful place to be in.
Sir now turned me back again so that I could really enjoy his cock, freeing my hands as well. I love the feel of a cock inside my mouth, love the close contact, love knowing that I am making my master feel so good. It builds and builds to that point where I know he is going to explode in my mouth, and he certainly did. Pumping stream after stream of hot seed into me, shaking and quivering as he did so. I love the sensation of holding more and more cum in my mouth until I have it all, and only then do I swallow. He sank onto the bed with that release that comes after ejaculation, and I moved quickly to kiss him so that he could taste us both in his mouth too.
We laid side-by-side, more as equals now, no more in role, and just thinking about the experiences that we had had.
We dressed for dinner and went downstairs, had a drink in the bar and then ate. This was a time of normality, of talking about the things we had done since last we met, of putting the world to rights and sharing experiences of past and present. A gentle time, a relaxing time, a time of friendship.
After dinner we returned upstairs to the next phase of our sexual encounter. This was very different to the earlier part, as this is where really I took control. In fact I find that for me, it is easier to give to someone when I am myself, and not in role as a sub. It's much more effective to give when it is my choice to do it, rather than have it expected of me.
We opened the bottle of pink fizz that I had brought and poured a couple of glasses. After drinking some, he laid down on the bed on his front with pillows under his tummy.
I took four after eight mint chocolates and slipped them into his arse crack, allowing them to soften and melt while I massaged his back.
Lots of almond oil, and firm massage around the shoulders, the neck, the tops of the arms, enabled him to release the stress and tension of a busy job and demanding week.
He adores being rimmed, says the word is completely inadequate for the amount of sensation and pleasure it brings, and I have a love of chocolate! So in our planning, I had suggested that this time I combine the two together, and he was all in favour.
I worked down his back, and then from the backs of his knees up his thighs. But all the time ignoring his arse. I could see the chocolate softening, dribbles appearing and working their way down to his balls. I knew I was going to have a wonderful, if very messy time.
The time had come now to start to play in earnest. I removed the first mint at the top of his cheeks with my teeth and passed it to him, for him to taste and eat. The second one I ate myself. The third and fourth were buried deep in his arse crack and were no longer solid enough to pull out. So my licking began in earnest. The soft, silky feel of the chocolate, the minty taste, and then the even softer area of skin where he wanted me to be was just fantastic!
I had the biggest smile on my face as I heard his murmured reactions to my tongue hitting the spot, and revelled in the pleasure that I knew he was now receiving. My tongue worked hard, licking and pushing deep into him, as deep as I could go. My finger scooping out some of the chocolate as I ate it; the tastes all mingling. Listening to his moans of delight added to the whole experience, and we played like this for sometime. I was covered in chocolate, my hair, my cheeks, chin, and even my neck! It felt decadent, and dirty, gentle and caring all at once, if that is possible. As my master, he had worked so hard to bring about my fantasies and explore them with me, and now it was my turn to give him what I knew he loved most.
Eventually I cleaned up what was left with wipes, and moved back up the bed to lie next to him, my head on his chest, while we gently touched each other and talked about nothing. That late night feeling, where sleep beckons, but you don't want it to end just yet, is wonderful, and in some ways was still the best part of the day for me. At last we turned out the lights and drifted off to sleep, thinking about all that we had done and shared, and for me, at least, the delight of the contrasting parts of the day added up to a whole that was bigger and better than anything I could have imagined.
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A Better Breeder
There is darkness, emptiness, a never ending void empty of all sensation. Just a strange tickle in the back of my mind, whispering things, telling me things. Things I don't yet understand. Then there is a pinpoint of light. I know the word, I know many words. Though why this seems odd to me, I don't know why.
I feel cold, wet. I'm coughing. The light is bright, hurting my eyes as I open them. Suddenly the room darkens and turns slightly red, and the pain in my eyes is gone. Nictating membranes. I know I have several layers of them and currently have engaged those that block out UV rays and dim bright lights.
Soon my eyes adapt to the brightness and it is safe for me to retract them, looking out upon a room, a laboratory of some sort. I'm laying on a round metal plate sheathed in rubber, an indent a few inches in and a protruding ring beyond that. I'm also laying on the floor beyond, metal grating of some sort, allowing the wetness from my body to drip downward and drain away without making a mess.
There's a sudden spray of warm water from the ceiling, I cry out in surprise, but soon find myself purring at the luxurious sensation of my fur being gently massaged by the spray, washing the green goo off of me.
The tickle in the back of my mind becomes a bit more insistent, but I still don't quite understand what it is trying to tell me. I roll over, pushing myself up. Now the water is coming from below as well as above. I laugh as it tickles my undersides. I lift up my legs and twist my tail, making sure that I'm well cleaned.
I rub myself with my hands, scrubbing gently to aid the removal of the goo. My purring grows louder, I find that I rather like this, especially rubbing down between my legs. I hear a sound that I identify as feline laughter, a purring chuckle like my own.
That tickles continues to grow stronger, almost annoying in its intensity. I turn to look for the source of the noise, but cannot see through the artificial rain, as it's flowing down over my eyes and blurring my vision.
Instinctively I once again blink, and I can see through the rain as clear as day. A pretty long haired feline in a long white coat. She resembles the mental image I have of a long haired tabby, long fluffy fur in a mix of silver and black. Beneath the lab coat is nothing more then a tight black bodysuit that clings to her curves, circular cut outs have been made in the fabric, showing off the fur beneath it on her belly, above her breasts, and down each leg.
The sight of her stirs many emotions inside of me, adoration, devotion, love, loyalty, respect, and arousal. I hear that wonderful purring sound again as the water flow ceases and I yelp again, suddenly finding myself being bombarded by warm high speed air currents.
Suddenly the tickle is gone, and I'm made aware of everything. I smile, realizing how special and unique I am. Creatures seldom have the capability to not only be able to be conscious at their birth, but actually able to comprehend it.
As the blowers turn off I step forward to hug my mistress and my mother, the scientist who created me. She opens her arms and snuggles into my ample chest, my breasts perfectly head level for her.
"Gods, you look just perfect!" she says happily, "Now I can only hope that your mind works as good as your body looks."
I chuckle as she gives me a command. "Anya, identification and description." she says.
I immediately recognize my own name, and recall her own. "I am Anya, project ident BDE21162-X, a prototypical genetically engineered creature created by Cally Baines on the research station Damocles. My purpose is to test a number of prototypical processes and combinations of processes to help create an all purpose artificial life form."
My mistress raises a brow, waiting for me to continue. I can't help but blush, the fur on my cheeks fluffing. "As well as to serve as a helper, bodyguard, and playmate to my creator and her associates aboard Damocles Station."
My blush dies down as I continue. "I am a union of genetic engineering, cybernetic, and nanite technologies." That explains my full awareness, despite having only perhaps a minute of actual consciousness. It had been programmed into me. Knowledge and personality both. I'm a little awed at my mother's thoroughness and her thoughtfulness as well.
I know that most wouldn't bother giving their creations a personality like that of a normal furre, so I'm rather glad for it, even if it means feeling embarrassed when matters of a sexual nature are brought up. Like now, I'm fluffing up again, feeling a little warm, the blood rushing to the surface of my skin.
"I am the first of my mistresses projects, created to serve as a base example to study and work off of the aspects indented for use in other more focused projects as well. I am also designed to serve as mother to other projects that follow, as it's less expensive to impregnate me then it is to keep a growth tank running." I say, licking my lips, blushing even more at my desire to be in such a state, filled with growing life, my belly swelling to be all round.
My mistress smiles at me. "Go on." she whispers, "Describe yourself, continuing from the current topic." she purrs, snuggling against my soft scaled tummy. Her rough tongue feels so nice on my scales.
"I..." I gulp, feeling embarrassed, but knowing that my reactions make my mother happy, I continue. "I am a tauric layout lifeform, quadrupedal land motion with an additional humanoid torso featuring limbs suited strongly for manual dexterity. For ease of maneuverability in all planetary configurations I also have wings, while my forepaws and hindpaws have webbed toes. My tail is very long as well, much like a snake's. It features an expandable vertically aligned fin to aid me in swimming. I lack gills, but my lungs are capable of filtering oxygen from water, as well as several other substances."
Mistress senses that I'm trying to avoid the subject. Her silence is deafening, I know what she wants me to say, but I'm too embarrassed to give it voice. I want to continue on with my appearance, about how I'm a mix of dragon and feline, my current coloration like that of a tiger. Though that's changeable given my desire to alter it and the provision of the proper sources of pigmentation.
My fur exists over a layer of superdense scales that can interlock tightly and form a nearly impenetrable layer over my internal muscle and organs. The outer two inches of my body are expendable. In a vacuum the pressure differential would activate the scales locking process, cutting off blood flow to the outer portion of my body, preserving that which I need to move and survive.
I use blood based resources at a much more efficient level then natural lifeforms, meaning that even without a renewed flow of blood, my outer extremities will still function decently for several minutes. Though when the outer layer dies, I only operate at 45 percent efficiency compared to being in a whole form. That is until the intense radiation of space essentially bakes my outer layer off. Then I improve to 62 percent efficiency.
Either way it rather hurts and I'd be best suited to wearing a spacesuit. But I am capable of surviving for a week in the vacuum of space without aid, though I'd only be conscious for the first 4 hours. Then my body shifts over to functioning much like a plant, my inner scales containing chlorophyll and photoreceptors. The process would essentially have me cannibalize my biomass until the point where I only have minimum organs supporting my brain, nestled in a thick ball of scales with my cybernetic aspects tucked inside.
At that point technically, I die. My biological aspects shut down and are converted to power the cybernetic memory stores. That sphere is capable of surviving planetfall through most atmospheres, and the nanites and the controlling cybernetic aspect of myself are capable of constructing a miniature hydrogen propulsion engine. Making planetfall on a world with the proper resources, the nanites are capable of rebuilding an identical body and instilling it with the stored copy of my memories. Essentially a twin to myself with my own memories. Though not actually me as I'd have ceased to exist as a life form in any meaningful way, at least in this dimension.
Mistress believes in an afterlife, and has programmed me with the same faith-based beliefs that herself and most of her colleagues share. Seeing as how the spirit cannot be measured scientifically, Mistress believes that having ceased existing as a life form, that I will pass over to the next realm.
Mistress is also tickling my tummy and urging me onward. The pause in my speech in the past few seconds as I've pondered some of my designs now becoming noticeable. "I... I am equipped with three sets of male-female reproductive organs, as well as having an additional female sex. They mimic my three aspects, feline, dragon, and serpent."
My mother purrs happily, licking my belly, slowly moving downward. I moan softly as she takes my maleness in her handpaws, caressing the white furred sheath, as my scales start slightly down and below it on my draconic underbelly. From slightly below the waist up, I am much like her, completely feline, save for a few facial features and my horns.
She begins to lick me, my black shaft sliding from its confinement, glinting wetly in the florescent lights of her laboratory. My sexes are independently excitable, I can direct my arousal to any combination of my seven sexes. At the moment I chose to activate my frontal pair.
"My foremost sexual organs are situated between my forelegs. They are designed to mimic those of my mistress' species, my maleness being somewhat thin compared to others, covered in tiny spines that... oooh..." I moan as she takes my cock, such a wonderful non-technical term, into her mouth. I have a great deal of data on oral sex, and sex in general, but none of the dry information can prepare me for the actual feel of it.
Heavenly, the wet warmth engulfing me. I can't help but move my hands forward, placing them on the sides of her head, rubbing the base of her ears. I know that such a motion is pleasurable in most felinoids. I please her in return for pleasing me. I also know that she will also be pleased by my continuing to describe myself as she sucks me off. Mmm, another wonderful term that I like.
I'm beginning to think a little more organically now, rather then the raw logic and data contained in the cybernetic portion of my brain. "That aid in ovulation in females in heat. I... ooh Mistress!" I gasp as she slides two fingers into my dripping wet cunt. A shiver runs through my body at the very thought of that word, so deliciously shameful and naughty. I'm such a bad kitty for even thinking it.
I'm beginning to pant, since I don't actually need to breath hard at the moment it's merely a simulation process. It mimics the expected reaction in most furres so that they can interact with me easier. I cry out as my mistress begins to interact with her entire fist, not just her fingers.
"M-m-my f-front most sex is capable of accepting objects of at l-least f-fourteen inches in diameter without trigger any p-pain signals." I don't have a skeleton, not exactly. Most of the supporting pieces of my body are made up of a dual state substance that is normally the consistency of cartilage, but hardens when given a sudden force, and softens when exposed to a slow gradual force, like one of mother's egg pods being slowly pushed into me. My tigerish womb can hold three of those, the fourteen inch pods.
"I... I'm capable of p-producing both male and female gametes in... mmm... p-purebred version of my three component species, hybrids of the two, or.... oooh... all three in humanoid, tauric, quadrupedal, naga, and wyvernoid forms, with or without wings. I... please Mistress, slower." I beg, I don't want to climax to quickly. I want to savor my first sexual experience. I'm only ten minutes old and already I've being fucked. I love my life.
With my meat in her mouth she can only nod, slackening her pace slightly to make up for her lover's inexperience. "Th-thank you." I moan, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"Th-that feature makes me able to produce offspring with mammalian, reptilian, avian, and mythalien based creatures." Mythalien being creatures that were genetically engineered by an alien 'seeder' race long, long ago. Those that don't really make any biological sense compared to most. Dragons, gryphons, chimerae, and that sort. Though all are technically compatible and can produce viable offspring, theoretically, it proves somewhat difficult outside one's own species, much less with another class.
"A.. as a result I am capable of serving as a mass production breeder for any one of s-several planets." As strange as it may sound, some societies equated number of offspring with social statues, and thus someone like me, who is capable of mothering anywhere from one to four dozen (depending on the species) at a time would be an invaluable asset. My exotic look and my ability to create a variety in the species of my children would similarly be looked upon with favor. Though it's something that I might enjoy doing one day, at present I would much rather stay with my mother, she's such a wonderful cocksucker.
Oooh, another delicious, naughty shiver. Mother pulls back, letting my prick escape her lips for a moment. "Cum for me," she says softly. "Cum for your mother, Anya." she tells me.
Immediately I'm overcome, the sudden pleasurable pressure inside my body swells to a needful intensity, exploding with a wonderful ripeness that makes me howl. I can do nothing except buck my hips slightly as I experience twin climaxes, from my cock and cunt. Mmm... orgasmic shiver.
I open my eyes, looking down to see my mother's beautiful silver and black furred face covered in my whiteness. She slides her hand from me, a sticky popping sound indicating my reluctance to let her go. I wasn't aware that I could orgasm on command. It's noted in my programming that several of my features aren't included in my knowledge, so that I'm delightfully surprised by them.
I rather like this surprise. I also rather like the taste of my own juices as I lick my mother's fur clean. My tongue is long and black, feline roughness on a forked, thick draconic shape. I can extend it up to two feet outside my mouth, which is a trait that I know those aboard the station will soon come to love. I make full use of all twenty four inches in cleaning my mistress.
She shrugs out of her labcoat, intent on trying other aspects of her creation. I smile as she alters the shape of her nanosuit, exposing her sweet pink netherlips to the air. I roll onto my back, knowing she wants to ride my big draconic dick. Mmm... what wonderful words to describe such beautiful aspects of anatomy. I begin to call to mind the knowledge of my second and largest sexes.
She begins to caress me, purring happily as I begin to grow hard once again. "My second set of sexes is designed for size, my cock being large in both length and circumference. My draconic sex is capable of serpentine feats of stretching, allowing me to take almost any male, as well as to engage in other fetishes. For purposes of reproduction, I'm able to successfully carry to term and birth an offspring of my own size and mass, though for the last week of the two month long pregnancy I'll be unable to use my legs for locomotion." I say, knowing that my mother is interested in exploring the 'other fetish' category.
As I become fully aroused, my mistress begins to caress herself with my cock's head. I purr happily, she made this part of me the most sensitive. As she rubs the point against her sex she reaches down to gently rub the lower part of the spade-like arrowhead shape common to most dragon cocks. She rubs the places between the main flesh and each side point, drawing a pleasured moan from me.
"M-my draconic shaft is designed m-much like that of a f-feline's, the points making it d-difficult for a mate to pull away, and designed to induce ovulation. Th-the size has b-been increased to allow me to p-properly mate quadrupedal creatures somewhat bigger then myself, as well as fulfill the fantasies of several Damocles scientists. My s-semen production has been massively increased as well, again for sexual fulfillment purposes." I say, a large jet of pre soaking my mistress' belly and my own. That had been increased as well.
"Oooh! Glad to see that's functional!" my mistress purrs, gasping as she lowers herself onto me. I reach down with my forepaws, which have been designed to also function as hands, though not with the dexterity of my handpaws. I have a wider range of movement then a true quadruped would have, able to caress my mother's breasts. I know she loves the sensation, I've been programmed with the likes and dislikes of all six researchers aboard Damocles. But it still makes me smile to hear my mother's happy moans as I pleasure her.
Though psychic abilities are for the most part a mystery to my mother's people, I've been gifted with the most powerful sense of empathy they know how to engineer. I can feel my mother's pleasure, and it amplifies my own. It's another loyalty failsafe. Any attempt to lash out at my mistress would result in feeling far more pain then I caused. I love her attention to detail, even though I know that I would never do such a terrible thing as attempt to harm her. One of the other scientists though, is open season. Within limits. She likes it rough, whips, chains, biting, bondage. I can't wait to be introduced to them all.
"Mistress, do you... mmmm... want me to continue to the arrangement of sexes on my tail, or shall I talk about other things?" I ask as she plays with the puddle of goo I've made on her belly. She runs her fingers through it, bringing them to her mouth, licking off the sticky sweetness.
She chuckles, her amusement sending a pleasant thrill through my body. "No sweetie, I want you to describe them when I get to them. Talk about your other sexual adaptations." she commands. I don't find it at all strange that she's getting off on this. I also see that there is a scientific need to it, making sure that my data stores on myself are functional and uncorrupted. I don't mind at all, I love talking about myself. I know that I'm a wonderful, beautiful creature. It's a thought that wasn't programmed, and is one of my own. I know the pride I feel from my mother when she looks at me confirms my belief. I'm a dream come true for the scientific team here, and that makes me feel happy.
"At present I have one of my mammary node pairs active to simulate a typical female configuration. I have an additional three node pairs on my humanoid torso, as well as four currently inactive node pairs on my underbelly. Given the proper nutrients, I can increase my bust size by approximately 66 percent to achieve my maximum volume, or to activate any of the other node pairs." I say, trying my best to stifle my pleasured moans so that the data is repeated properly.
I love my breasts. By this time tomorrow my basketball sized tits could be more like a pair of beach balls, and I could have sixteen of them. Due to the huge variety of mammalian creatures, I've been designed like this to mimic nearly any configuration and size to match the desires of any prospective owner. Though I know that as a prototype I'll never actually be put on the market. Untested as I am, though I eagerly look forward to the tests ahead, making my creator even more proud of me.
Having cleaned herself off suitably, my mother begins to pay attention to the cock inside her once again. My files on her indicate that she's the most sexually active member of the crew, and that she knows many techniques. The muscles of her tight tunnel are strong and well trained. She's very tight and she begins to milk me wonderfully. The two of us moan in unison for a moment as I coat her insides with a warm blast of precum. She loves the feeling, and I love that she loves the feeling. I can only imagine what it feels like to bring her to climax as I experience one also. I can't think of anything that could be more lovely.
"My physique is also highly malleable, though a reduction in muscle mass, or a shift in appearance via my nanites can occur within the span of several hours, bulking up or taking on a primarily male appearing configuration could take up to several days." I don't expect to ever have to use my any of my alternate settings. Those aboard the station all prefer my current style, it's comparable to a female athlete. I'm well toned, solid muscle. But I'm not disgustingly muscled like the bodybuilders that I have data on on my files. Ick.
I can also be lean and lithe, or varying degrees of fat. Technically I can't be overweight, as my metabolism works very efficiently. My cosmetic appearance is maintained by the nanotechnology instructed by the cybernetic portion of my brain.
"I am also to make cosmetic changes to my features so that while genetically a mix of feline, dragon, and serpent, I can appear as nearly any species. All of my visible aspects are customizable. With the proper elements to consume, I can color myself any way that my owner finds pleasing. I can also alter my outer covering to be fur, scales, feathers, skin, or any combination thereof." Another feature I don't expect to use for anything more then testing. My current shape and coloration were created and agreed upon by all those who I am to serve.
"I'm... mmm... capable of swallowing anything up to my own size and have been equipped with an internal pouch that can serve as an egg incubation chamber, as well as... ooooh... holding and sustaining a creature. I'm also capable of swallowing someone and keeping them asleep indefinitely, taking care of their dietary and excretory needs via specialized tentacles." Hehehe, vore and tentacle sex, more fun fetishes that I've been design to be able to fulfill.
My mother moans loudly, arching her back. She designed my egg pouch primarily for herself. The other aspects were ideas the other had to capitalize on the usefulness of such a space. "I'm going to be testing that out when we go to bed tonight, Anya." she says happily, "Are you going to be a nice, comfy bed for Mommy?" she teases.
"I hope so Mistress, but if you desire I'll extrude my tentacles and make it unpleasantly lumpy for you." I tease back. She's gifted me with a wonderful sense of humor. I love her so much.
"Continue, pet, talk about your upper tail next." she says, reaching down to caress my balls, eagerly awaiting the seed contained inside.
"My tailhole has been altered to act much as a reptilian cloaca, providing me with an additional female sex. The upper portion of my tail, as my respiratory and digestive systems are contained in my draconic body and the space is not need, has been altered to serve as an additional womb. Anal sex with me is clean and sanitary. Whereas my frontmost womb is designed for normalcy, and my middle for size, the two contained in my tail are made for speed. I lay eggs. They grow at an accelerated rate, ready to be birth at two weeks instead of two months. They take an additional two weeks to grow inside the egg before they're ready to be born. As a result I can be mated constantly and provide a steady stream of smaller, but quickly growing, offspring."
My children are also alterable inside of me. I can set their rate of development to be like my own, using my nanites to make them able to learn at an accelerated rate like myself. They can be functional adults within six months. I can also have them mimic the life cycles of any of my components, or the fathering creature. I can hardly wait to take my part in the creation of the other creatures my mistresses have in mind.
"Oooh, ooh Anya, I think I'm gonna... gonna cum long before I get to your tail." my mother moans. "Bring it up here, I want to play with it."
I nod and curl my long tail up to where she can reach my rearmost genitals. "Like a serpent I have a hemipenis, twin members side by side originating from the same opening and joined at the base. They're extremely flexible and mobile, almost prehensile. My testes are concealed inside to keep with the visualization of a serpent, as well as serving to make my genital slit almost unnoticeable, so I don't have to cover up my tail in polite company. I... AAAAAH!"
Her tongue on one of my tailcocks, the other being jerked off in her handpaws, coupled with the feeling of my massive dragoncock inside of her is overwhelming. I'm a one girl orgy centerpiece just waiting to happen. Oh gods... being pleasured by all six of my mistresses, all of us cumming as one. Oh I want it so bad!
"Oh yes Anya! You're so perfect!" my mistress moans. I know she wants something more, so curl my tail up, my pucker on level with her crotch. I must confess, I know I'm not being syntactically correct by referring to my mother as 'she' and 'her' rather then 'shi' and 'hir' as should be befitting a hermaphrodite, but my mother's culture lacks true males, so they consider themselves to be entirely female. Even if they do have dicks.
Her nanosuit alters once more according to her will, allowing her maleness to slide free, slide into my tailhole. Unlike myself, my mistress' sexes climax as one. Even though she prefers being mated as a female, she doesn't want to get her fur all messy. Though I'm perfectly willing to lick her clean, she wants the increased pleasure that comes from mating as both male and female at the same time.
The sensations have us both breathless, unable to speak. Though with a snakecock halfway down her throat, mother wouldn't be up much for conversation anyway. I feel the sensation of orgasm building within me. Slowly climbing up the mountain of pleasure. Each lick, each stroke, each caress, each thrust pushing me higher and higher up towards wonderful release.
I can feel the same sensation in my mother, she has been stewing in her own desire for the past several hours. The sight of my beautiful body arousing her as the nanites finished the connection between my electronic and organic brains. she's been wet and hard and aching for so long, denying herself the pleasure, waiting so long for this moment.
The release of her delayed pleasure is incredible. Her twin orgasm melds with my own climaxes. Every muscle in my body tenses for a microsecond, the natural result of orgasm in my body before my cybernetic aspect takes control of motor functions. I am unable to be debilitated by a simple stimulatory climax. A commanded orgasm on the other hand, drives me to my knees. Or it would if my legs bent that way.
My mother eagerly slurps down my seed, my second snake-cock covering her breasts with wonderful whiteness. Jet after jet of my nearly scaldingly hot dragoncum fills her womb. She's soon full, and it begins to leak from her, covering the both of us with the result of our lovemaking. My cloaca clenches tightly around her cock, milking her as expertly as she has milked me, my reptilian tunnel hungrily devouring her seed.
For a moment I'm disappointed. The amount she gives is so small in comparison to mine. But I banish that thought quickly. I was made to produce an amount of seed to fulfill the desires of sentient beings rather then a naturally evolved reproductive method.
We lie there for a few minutes, my mother and I, content to simply snuggle, basking in the wonder of the intense experience we've just shared. I slowly move my tail away, no words pass between us, none are needed. We begin cleaning one another off. She licks her juices and my seed from my draconic cock, I clear the massive amount of cum and pre from her furry belly, thighs, and tail. My skilled tongue brings her several smaller climaxes, while she doesn't bring me any as I've turned my pleasure centers down for the purpose of cleaning, her moans and the secondhand flow of orgasm over me is more then enough of a reward.
I use my tail to help her to her feet, and then stand on my own. She climbs onto my back, wrapping her arms around my torso. The positioning of my wing muscles makes for a natural cushion. She snuggles into my backfur, "Gods, Anya, you're amazing." she whispers, our mating having taken a lot out of her.
"I'm only as amazing as you created me to be mother." I say happily, extending one of my wings up to scratch behind her ear with the bat-like thumb.
"Let's show you off to the other girls quickly. I think I need a nap, and need to test out that wonderful pouch of yours." my mother says, caressing one of my breasts.
"Of course, mother." I say, purring happily.
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Title: Virtual Dreams / World One: Child Starlets All Grown Up by Zerrex Narrius
Tags: Deep Penetration, Dragoness, Experience Play, Fanfiction, Lizard, M/F, Oral, Relationships, Reptile, Rough, Vaginal
World One: Child Starlets All Grown Up
Zerrex emerged into sunshine, a combat boot sending up a small cloud of dust as he stamped it lightly against the dirt path he stepped onto. The reptile glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see a doorway behind him, but instead he found an open cave entrance full of the swirling darkness he had stepped through, the lizard musing a bit to himself before he shrugged a bit. Weird. But at least that gives me an escape if I need one.
He mused for a few moments, then looked furtively over the environment he had stepped into again, crossing his arms and leaning back as he took in everything from the blue sky above to the shape and design of the forest ahead of him. It looked... strangely upbeat, which somehow bothered the Drakkaren: after all, he was used to dealing with doom and gloom, not... ponies and roses. It made him feel awkward and out-of-place... but he reminded himself this was just some virtual reality, and it didn't matter what he did here: this was just supposed to be a fun little experiment.
The lizard walked down the short path, looking back and forth through the strange forest: it was shadowy under the canvas of the trees, but they were spaced a comfortable distance apart even for him, and there were paths here and there. Small animals chattered through the trees, but the reptile didn't see anything large, threatening, or even predatory... before he paused and peered ahead, leaning against a tall oak as he spotted some small person in the distance. Upon closer inspection, he realized she was a tiny pink dragoness with a yellowish underbelly. She had blue spots on her limbs and thick little tail, and her body was a bit chubby, with cupid-sized angel wings on her back, tiny little horns, and banana-like, floppy fins on her head, and big blue eyes that were just a bit darker than the pearl dangling on a string around her neck.
Despite her cute â€" okay, okay, adorable â€" appearance, however, her demeanor didn't fit. She wasn't flitting around or giggling or acting like the four year old she looked like, but instead she was leaning against a tree, one hand holding a lit cigarette up to her mouth as she took a deep inhale, then blew rings out her nostril, her other hand absently scratching at her tail. She muttered something under her breath, then glanced up as Zerrex let himself slide a bit further forwards and into a bit of light coming down from the trees.
She glanced up with a grimace over to him, breathing a long plume of smoke, not seeming to recognize what she was looking at for a moment, and then her eyes bulged and she almost choked for a moment before coughing out a blast of smoke, hammering on her breast with one hand as she hastily crumpled the cigarette in her other and threw it to the ground, stomping it several times and wiping her hands together, a bit of ash crumbling to the ground before she bounced into the air, little wings flapping ridiculously to keep her aloft as she floated over to him with a trail of sparkles floating out behind her, looking hastily back and forth before knitting her fingers together and asking in a simpering voice: "Wow, mister, you're so big? Where in Dragon Land are you from?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Zerrex asked dumbly, and the little dragon girl looked nonplussed as he absently measured her size with his eyes: he literally had to be two and some times her size. "This is some... virtual simulation."
"This is Dragon Land, and my name's Cassie!" the little dragoness exclaimed, throwing her arms wide as she flew up to head level with him, and then she dropped to land on the ground, bounding back and forth with her dumb smile on her face... but it didn't quite reach her suspicious eyes. "Gee, this is so exciting, meeting a brand new friend... what's your name, big sir? Why, you're even bigger than Ord and Quetzal!"
"Ord and... Quetzal? Where the hell did they send me?" Zerrex asked himself in a mumble, and then he rubbed a hand through his hair, then he returned his eyes to Cassie, wondering if she really was as young as she looked or if that cynical look in her eyes was far more revealing of her true age. "Look little girl, I..." An awkward pause, then he finally said: "My name is Zerrex. I'm from a place called Ire."
"Are you a dragon? Where are your wings? Where's your badge?" Cassie danced around him, and the reptile backstepped, pinwheeling his arms for balance as he looked confused, and then she floated up to head level with him, looking eye-to-eye with the Drakkaren. "Why are you so big all over?"
"You have no idea how big I am all over..." Zerrex mumbled, and then there was an awkward silence for a moment as the Drakkaren reddened, the small dragoness staring up at him stupidly before the reptile added stupidly: "So I'm not a dragon, my wings are... not, and I... do not know what a badge is."
"This is my badge." Cassie said proudly, pointing at the pearl dangling around her neck. "It's something all we dragons have... they help teach us stuff, you know. Mine glows when I feel courage, for instance... gosh, I wish the others were here to help me explain it, but Emily and Max just left, and I don't know where Ord or Zak and Wheezie are right now."
Zerrex looked at her, feeling completely nonplussed and wondering if he should try to escape to the portal... but then he simply shrugged and sighed a bit, nodding and mumbling something before walking forwards through the trees, and Cassie immediately flitted up beside him, saying cheerily: "But Zerrex, I'd be really glad to show you around Dragon Land, I really would! I mean, it's been real lonely with the others all gone and busy, it has..."
The lizard looked at her musingly, then he rose a hand, saying politely: "Thank you, Cassie, but... I'm going to explore these woods a bit and everything else myself. It doesn't look like this place is too big, after all..." Or rather, it doesn't feel like there's a lot of ground to cover... and she's making me feel weird. Her eyes are too...
He couldn't think of a good word for it, but Cassie's eyes seemed to darken a bit as he stepped away from her, although her tone remained sweet and she looked both anxious and disappointed as she said: "Come on, please, can't I come? I'm really a big girl, you know... and I don't wanna be left all alone in the Dark Forest..."
Zerrex hesitated for a moment, and before he could stop himself, he asked plainly: "Are you big enough to have sex with? Actually, do you even know what that is, little tyke? ‘Cause, no offense, I'm really here just for sex, and you're creepin' me out." I wonder if virtual sex counts as cyber sex? Ugh, maybe that will scare her off.
Cassie looked shocked, swaying backwards a bit, and Zerrex smiled slightly and nodded to her, feeling relieved as he turned away and strode through the shadowy forest, looking back and forth before frowning a bit as Cassie flittered up beside him... but now her expression was different, almost cocky, her features older, before he looked at her with surprise as she spoke in not a childish voice but a strangely-sensual, deeper tone: "Believe me, I know what sex is. I'm the thirty-fifth child of a brood of seventy-two, so how often do you think I've seen or heard my parents fucking their brains out? And I might look like a little girl to you, but you tell me if this is the pussy of a little girl."
Without warning, the little dragoness swung her hips up and spread her legs as she floated backwards, at the same time reaching down to grasp the lips of a vagina that had either just appeared out of nowhere or had been well-enough concealed even Zerrex hadn't noticed it, and the Drakkaren stared at her blossomed sex, at the pink folds that were a different texture from the pink scales covering her body, and then she dropped her hips and fell to the ground, landing neatly on her little legs as she pulled a cigarette out of a strange pouch that blended perfectly in with her scales â€" either that, or she had just done a cartoon character Deus ex Machina on him â€" but the Drakkaren was too busy gaping to notice how it happened, as Cassie stuck a cigarette in her muzzle and lit it with a plain metal lighter, snapping the lid shut with a roll of it against her wrist as she took a long inhale, then exhaled a smoke ring that was vaguely in the shape of a heart at him without removing the cigarette from her muzzle, saying in drier tones: "Believe me, Ord has one hell of a huge cock, and Quetzal ain't so bad himself, even though the geezer can't usually get it up to fuck anymore. So you really ain't from around here, are you? It's good to see, I'm tired of all this bullshit."
"What the hell is going on?" Zerrex asked in a consternated voice, and Cassie shrugged a bit... but now that her eyes matched the rest of her body and she wasn't busy looking at him so suspiciously... there was a strange attraction there that the Drakkaren swallowed back. "I thought you were some nice little kid-"
"Well, we all hide behind masks, right?" Cassie shrugged a bit, looking him over slowly before she took another drag on the cigarette, and then she blew out a burst of smoke through her nostrils as she met his eyes, one of her own half-lidded in an entertained, semi-seductive expression. "I bet a big fucker like you has all kinds of secrets, too, especially with all those scars on your body. You look how I feel, bud.
"But this world... I guess you could say we're sort of a controlled reality sitcom." The dragoness snorted bitterly, throwing her cigarette to the ground and stomping it out before taking a slow breath, then she continued in a more rational voice, licking her lips: Zerrex somehow got the idea that she was looking for more than a nicotine fix, and that was making him uncomfortably-aroused. "We dance for them, act like little kids, play with the little Mexican immigrants or whatever the hell they are, and we make nice. See, me, I shouldn't be stuck in this damn body, but there's a curse on this whole damn Dragon Land and me, Ord, all of us are prisoners trapped in these bodies." She paused meditatively. "I know girls bitch about it a lot, but I'd kill for some boobs and back pain right about now. Believe me, being stuck as a flat-chested midget ain't nothing to make anyone happy."
Zerrex snorted at this, and then Cassie stepped up beside him and stroked down his thigh, causing the lizard to flinch and look down at her awkwardly, as she clung onto his leg and gazed up at him with a grin and a knowing look. "See, though, as long as we aren't entertaining or the cameras are off... we can at least act like we wanna act, instead of playing lesson-time for the kiddies. And you, Zerrex, you twist my crank, ‘cause I have this thing for big guys. I also bet I could get you aroused, because after so many years of sexual frustration, I am seriously willing to do things and go places no other sane person would, and I would purr like a kitten for you..." A pause, and then she reached a hand up to stroke a finger along his waistline, adding in a softer, breathier voice: "Or scream like a bitch, if that's what you prefer..."
The Drakkaren mumbled something awkwardly, trying to push her off with a wince, but then she grabbed the waist of his pants and jerked down hard, forcing the Drakkaren to either let his pants be torn off or fall to his knees: he went with the latter, before his eyes bulged as Cassie immediately wrapped one arm around his neck and curled the other into his scalp, pulling him aggressively down as she rose her muzzle and met his in a sloppy kiss.
She tasted like smoke, bitterness, and lust, and her tongue sought out to explore his muzzle immediately as her mouth moved roughly, the cute little fangs at the end of her muzzle gently tinking against his own teeth as he grunted, then allowed his eyes to slip closed, falling into the kiss and reaching down to grasp her thick waist, pulling her upwards against his chest: immediately, her little legs clutched against his side and she rocked her body forwards with a soft groan, the reptile holding her easily aloft as they continued to kiss, Zerrex revelling in the feeling before their muzzles slid apart, and she buried her face into his neck, panting and flushed, her eyes closed tightly as the Drakkaren felt the pearl badge she wore resting against his chest; it was searing hot even with the layer of cloth between them, and he smiled slightly as he rubbed a hand over her lower back, feeling her own small arms moving to wrap tightly around his neck as she whispered: "So I bet you want me now, don't you?"
"Want you... and I'm going to have you..." Zerrex replied in a soft voice, keeping her close against his form for a few more moments. Internally, he wondered whether or not Marina was watching, and hoped like hell that in the outside world, he wasn't either straining his pants with an erection or Cherry wasn't getting in position to do nasty things to him, but at the moment, he didn't care. Cassie's sexual attack on him had been aggressive, forwards, and full of vengeful, lustful feelings and stupid thoughts: exactly the kinds of things that got him off, because he was prone to them himself.
He felt her fidget a bit in his arms, and he let her slide down and away from him as he sat back on his heels with his legs spread in a V: a good position, he thought, since her hands instantly went to undo the fly of his pants. He watched her for a moment with a grin, recognizing there would definitely be little or no foreplay with how ravenous and excited she seemed, and it sent a strange thrill through him as he reached down and stripped off his shirt, tossing it aside to reveal his muscular chest.
It distracted the dragoness for a moment, the female looking up and dragging her eyes slowly over his chiseled body and powerful abdominals, and Zerrex couldn't help but flex his body a bit for her as he leaned back to better display himself, asking in a teasing voice: "Do you like what you see, little girl?"
"Fuck you... you big scarred freak..." Cassie's tone was a mix of playful and sensual, however, as she slowly rubbed her hands over his body, taking in his form before they returned to work at his waist, and she grinned as her small fingers finally opened his fly and jerked his pants down, the dragoness licking her muzzle at the sight of his bulging boxers as the male straightened a bit and rose up on his knees, inadvertently almost bringing his crotch to the level of her face as she grasped his boxers, before pulling both those and his pants down, the Drakkaren standing in the same moment as his penis was freed from the fabric, Cassie staring as the lizard's huge member dangled down, still flaccid and only just beginning to grow towards full erection. "And you are a big freak indeed... oh shit..."
The lizard grinned slightly as he first stepped awkwardly out of his combat boots, then kicked his pants and boxers off to the side, rolling his shoulders as he reached down to grasp his huge penis, Cassie standing in front of him and the head of his bulging, thick cock only a few inches from her muzzle. At thirty-two inches when erect and thicker than a large can, the reptile's penis was massive, especially compared to the tiny dragoness in front of him... but as he gazed down at her, he saw no fear in her eyes as she licked her muzzle â€" not in apprehension, but in hunger.
As he teasingly stroked himself, she leaned forwards and slowly licked the head of his huge cock, and the Drakkaren grunted in quiet pleasure, feeling the massive penis twitching before Cassie said lustfully: "No... don't get too hard yet... I want to feel it down my throat first, and I got the feeling you're too big and solid for me to get all the way down if you're hard as a rock first... come on, put your dick in my mouth, I love the feeling of it getting stiff in my jaws..."
Zerrex had to fight to control himself from just the dragoness's words as he nodded and murred in pleasure, watching in bliss as he guided his still mostly-flaccid penis forwards and felt the large, rounded head push into her mouth as she opened her jaws as wide as she could, her tongue stretching out to form a cradle for the penis as the reptile released himself and instead grasped the back of her head almost gingerly with both hands, nervous about hurting her as she made a strange swallowing sound as her little hands grasped his penis and guided him into her maw. It was a delicious, wondrous feeling, as inch-after-inch of his barely-hard, yet still-immense length sank into her throat, the Drakkaren's eyes rolling back in pleasure as he did everything he could to control himself, yet feeling his cock grow steadily harder nonetheless.
It was a wonderful feeling, as her small hands gripped firmly into the base of his shaft, the dragoness gurgling about around the huge member even as she pushed forwards, her eyes tightly closed and her jaws stretched wide, and Zerrex's hands settled a bit more firmly onto the back of her head as he grunted a bit, spreading his legs slightly to let his enormous, navy-blue testicles dangle a bit freer as her tight throat stretching around his cock as he did everything he could to stop himself from growing too much too fast, wondering in a haze of pleasure how deep his penis had already penetrated into her as the ecstasy continued to mount in his body.
Finally, he felt her hands slide out to grip his waist as he bowed his legs a bit, her nose grinding into his abdominals and his testicles resting lightly against her chin as she managed to somehow sink every inch of his cock down her throat... and the Drakkaren could feel his shaft engorged and almost fully-erect, could see her neck bulging around his cock, but despite the single tear leaking down her face, he could also see the strange delight in her eyes, even as she all-but-suffocated around his huge girth. She looked up at him blissfully, and almost seemed to challenge him... and the Drakkaren squeezed firmly into her skull, pulling her forwards as he ground his massive shaft down, feeling himself grinding against the walls of her insides, and Cassie's eyes bulged before she gave a muffled groan around his cock, and then she suddenly pulled back, the Drakkaren's hands slipping off her head as she slid herself quickly down and away from him, and her head jerked back at the last moment, a strangely-beautiful spray of saliva splattering up into the air as she coughed hard and his cock tore free from her jaws to stand tall at full erection, waggling back and forth a bit in the air as the Drakkaren stared down at her as she gagged for a moment, then looked up at him with a wide grin, a streamer of drool still connected from the tip of his cock to the end of her muzzle, before she stood up and licked slowly along the solid ebony shaft before drawing away. "That's what I'm talking about... now I'm gonna show you I can take just as much in my other end, too..."
The dragoness laid herself down on her back, spreading her legs and arms, little fingers gripping into the grass as she looked up at him with seduction burning in her eyes and her vagina exposed, and the Drakkaren stared down at her lustfully for a few moments before she asked in a teasing, soft voice: "But won't the big bad lizard give the little innocent girl a kiss first?"
"I could..." Zerrex stepped forwards, then he dropped over her with a grin, his huge body looming over the far-smaller female's before he grasped her legs, and she watched with surprise as he lowered his muzzle, kissing teasingly down her chubby stomach before pushing his maw forwards against the already-glistening lips of her sex, and he firmly forwards his tongue against her, dragging it first past her lips and against the pink flesh inside before pushing further into her passage, working his mouth slowly against her and causing her to buck and moan with delight for a few moments before he drew his maw away, and then he moved one hand up to pin her against the ground by her shoulder as he leaned up to meet her lips.
Their jaws met, and they tasted both each other and themselves as their tongues twisted and danced together, their jaws working sloppily and hungrily as Cassie ground her form up to rub her slick lips against the gleaming, saliva-coated cock of the huge male, and he pushed himself back down, letting her feel the power running through his enormous form and the solidity of his enormous shaft, before their muzzles parted and the two gazed into each other's eyes, both of them smiling challengingly at the other: one immense and endowed, the other tiny and tight. Electricity seemed to fly between them as Zerrex felt all her needs, frustrations, and wants pooling into this one moment, and he leaned away for a moment, grasping his own thick cock to position the head of his penis against her tight, experienced but small sex, and then she gave him the faintest of nods.
Without further ado, the reptile thrusted firmly forwards, and the bulging head of his massive shaft ripped between her lips as she split the still air with a howl of pain and pleasure, her back arching and her fingers clawing into the ground as his thick meat rammed into her small sex, and the Drakkaren grunted at the exquisite feeling, even with only the head of his cock forced into her now-viciously-stretched vagina. She cried out again, and the Drakkaren looked down at her, wondering if he should stop... but she snarled at him, her body heaving, her eyes blazing, and the reptile felt a shiver go through his body at the strength and the lust of the little dragoness.
He pulled back slightly, feeling blood leaking out from her torn sex, and then he pushed firmly forwards with a loud grunt, his eyes shutting in bliss as her hips rocked hard against him, the reptile pinning her in place as she let out another scream of pain and pleasure at the feeling of the Drakkaren's enormous rod literally reshaping the inside of her body as it stretched and tore its way into her. The lizard halted with a grunt, most of his penis still outside her, the reptile's form flexing as it loomed over her, and then Cassie said in a furious, pained-and-needy voice: "Come on, fuck me! Is that cock of yours made of styrofoam or some shit, come on, shove it into me, fuck me hard!"
"Careful what you ask for, bitch!" Zerrex growled back, the hungry, vicious animal rising inside of him at her words, and the two glared at each other before the Drakkaren grinned as he thrusted firmly forwards again, this time dropping more of his weight into the movement, and Cassie threw her head back with another feral cry that rose an octave when the huge lizard shoved his massive length harder forwards, and now, with more than two feet of cock buried, he drew back... and shoved forwards a final time, and Cassie's form stiffened, her eyes bulging as she let out a breathy moan, unable to even scream as every muscle in her body seemed to tighten and flex as her bloody, ripped lips kissed the Drakkaren's waist with a loud, wet smack, his testicles smashing against the base of her tail.
He rested overtop her, reaching one arm out to curl her up against his chest, panting hard with his muscles standing out and pleasure roaring through his form and burning along his solid, steel-stiff shaft... and then Cassie let out a long, hungry sound beneath him and he felt her push herself up against him, whispering some thank you, some word of praise, before her hips weakly bucked upwards. The small movement sent a burst of pleasure through him the lizard had rarely felt before, and he let out a low growl of pleasure before automatically thrusting, causing Cassie to hiccup a short cry... but she responded at the same time with her own movement.
Zerrex started a leisurely but firm thrusting, controlling himself as best he could, feeling his shaft soaked with blood and juices and squeezed from all sides by an amazing tightness... and Cassie moaned and rocked her form beneath him, working herself against his hard shaft as her breaths came in sharp pants between cries, her hands now gripping up into his body as he lowered himself over her, and the two moved together with firmness and power as feelings of both dominance and protectiveness trickled through the Drakkaren's body. She was moaning his name now as well as bits of praise and unknowable words, and the reptile felt like beneath her nastiness and her bitterness, there was still some seed of innocence inside, a lost little child who had grown up so strangely because of the way she'd been treated... but most of those thoughts were blown away in the torrent of ecstasy rollicking through his mind and body, the huge lizard grunting as he thrusted a bit harder and a bit faster, and Cassie responded in time with her own bucking hips and arching body, clutching into him as hard as she could.
Zerrex didn't feel he'd be able to last long, as his thrusting obsidian shaft worked hard in and out of her bloodied, stretched lips, but he also didn't feel he'd have to, as Cassie worked herself to please him and not only herself, still obviously in agony, but her movements growing firmer, her cries becoming more controlled instead of shaken, her breaths racing but not as desperate as she kept their bodies close: it was like for her, the pleasure was steadily overcoming the pain, and it amazed the Drakkaren. With how tight she was, it was almost hurting his thick cock, after all, so he couldn't imagine the levels of pain she was experiencing... but despite the bliss raging through his body, he also couldn't imagine what kind of release she must be getting as well.
Again and again, he pounded into her, pummelling her with his huge cock as his testicles slapped over and over against her thick tail, her little legs spread as wide as they could for him and her small claws digging through his scales as she pushed her head against his muscular chest, moaning loudly before her eyes bulged as Zerrex gyrated his hips, and she let out a loud cry before groaning and throwing her head back, whispering raggedly: "Oh you fucker... oh god-damn you, you do know what you're doing... oh... oh fuck me harder, fuck me harder, Zerrex!"
The Drakkaren grunted in surprise, but he was grinning a bit nonetheless as he wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her slightly off the ground to change the angle just enough to make her cry out in surprised pain-and-pleasure, and then he began to thrust faster and harder, causing her yells and moans to pick up in loudness and intensity as she worked herself back down his immense shaft as hard as her little body could, sending surprisingly-powerful shocks of bliss through the lizard's form as he grunted hungrily, adding screwing movements to his hard thrusts every so often to cause her to freeze up and shriek in bliss, as revenge for when she moved extra-hard against him and sent extra-wonderful bursts of pleasure through his body.
As hard as he tried to control himself, the pleasure through his body only kept rising and his shaft only became harder and harder, as his movements increased in strength until he was afraid of either splitting Cassie in half or sending his huge shaft ripping straight through her body like a spear, even as she cried out for more and more. His testicles were beating a hard tattoo against her thick tailbase, sending up splatters of blood and other juices, as more of the stuff leaked down her thighs and over the Drakkaren's crotch as again and again the lips of her sex collided with his waist, their groins grinding together as the two worked hungrily against each other... and the reptile could feel it reaching a boiling point inside his body as he thrusted over and over down into her tiny form.
Cassie howled his name as she felt Zerrex slamming hard down into her again and again, feeling his body flex and move against her, her head grinding against his chest as her fingers squeezed hard into his sides, and she arched her back, her belly and waist pushing up against the lizard's as she felt him working harder and faster, the dragoness's eyes opening only to roll back in pleasure as she realized what was coming. She only worked herself harder against him, urging him on, not knowing how long or short it had been and feeling as if she'd already been trapped for countless years in the cycle of bliss and agony, untold pain and forbidden delight, and not wanting it to end but also wanting to feel the Drakkaren's load filling her up and experience the force of his orgasm.
Zerrex felt Cassie grinding herself up against him, her screams reverberating in his ears, her small body working hard against him ferociously as he pounded back down against her, the female riding his thick pillar of black flesh like a determined succubus, and the large reptile flexed as he gritted his teeth together, his back arching and his hands moving out to shove into the ground, but he couldn't stop himself from working his cock harder and faster in and out of the tiny pink dragoness, panting hungrily as he felt his climax approaching, his testicles burning with heat and his entire form pulsing with sexual pleasure.
Finally, he could hold back no more as he felt his immense girth stiffen up fully inside of her, and the Drakkaren arched his back, his own masculine groan of bliss mixing with the loud shrieks of Cassie as his hips worked his stiff shaft in and out of the dragoness, the female almost bulging from the size of his cock and the force of his movements as the rock-hard shaft pummelled her with incredible force, her hips bucking back before her eyes bulged as the lizard's shaft released its first blast of seed into her depths, the volley of hot load feeling almost like a shotgun blast inside her as it filled up her stretched and torn depths, the female howling in a new level of both pain and pleasure as she rocked herself in a broken rhythm back against the lizard's powerful movements as he released blast after blast of his white, viscous load with every hard thrust, the Drakkaren releasing a roar of pleasure at the feeling of almost pain running through his penis from the sheer amount of bliss and the constricting depths of the dragoness around his solid black member, his eyes clenched shut and his body curled over her form, as Cassie pressed up against him, staring at the wall of navy scales on his muscular chest, her body rocking like rag doll as she felt his white, hot seed spurting out of her ravaged vagina to leak down her legs and over her thick tail.
Over and over and over, burst after burst fired into her until finally the Drakkaren began to slow, breathing hard above her as she lay sprawled on the ground, her legs falling to her sides and her heart thudding loudly in her chest, a bit of drool leaking out of her gaping mouth as she stared at him with amazement. He leaned back, his shaft sliding back, the obsidian member streaked with both blood and his white fluids, and he looked down at her with entertainment on his face and a bit of concern in his eyes... but then Cassie closed her muzzle and smiled up at him dreamily, finally beginning to catch her breath as she forced herself to sit up despite the intense pain in her body, whispering softly: "You made me feel like a fucking balloon."
Zerrex grinned at this, snorting amusedly as he slowly pulled back bit-by-bit, then he pulled out completely, and he couldn't help but watch with a strange sort of erotic pleasure as a great waterfall of blood and his sperm followed, pouring out of her to saturate her upper tail as Cassie bucked against the air, her small vagina now stretched from a tiny hole to a cavern in her little body, the dragoness shivering once at the strange, empty feeling inside of her body before she gazed down at the Drakkaren's cock... and then her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him, asking in a teasing voice she knew the reptile wouldn't be able to resist: "How much of that do you think you could jam up my ass?"
As it turned out, the answer to this was quite a bit, although it made Cassie scream mostly in agony... but none of that was to stop, and by the time the Drakkaren hit orgasm again, she was moaning in ecstasy for more, even as she felt pain wracking her. So they had returned to the place Cassie had been most able to take him, and she had given him some of the best oral he had ever received, until finally he had pulled out of her jaws, his shaft fresh and clean but for the coat of her saliva, and he had stroked rapidly until he'd released and had a whopping, massive orgasm all over her, his seed blasting over her face with surprisingly force and saturating her in his fluids before he had allowed her to lick up every last drop off his thick, black cock.
And still she had wanted more, but Zerrex had been afraid for the state of his now slightly-sore cock, but also worried for the state of her stretched body, despite her declarations that she could take it. Finally, though, she'd relented... and now the Drakkaren sat with her cradled easily in one arm, Cassie looking content despite herself as she slowly smoked a cigarette, the two in the middle of a conversation about the reptile's homeworld. "Weird. But I'd love to get my ass out of here and go with you sometime... Ord, Max, Emily, I'd abandon all of them, no questions asked. We've all been here too long... and we're all way different than we act for the TV crew." She paused, looking back and forth uncertainly before she crushed her cigarette in her hand and tossed it away. "Speaking of which, shit, I better go and find that fucker Quetzal before he sends either the freak of nature or jock-boy to come get me. I suggest you get out of here yourself..." Cassie halted, looking up at him with fondness she tried to hide, stroking his face gently. "You know, you're a good fuck. If I ever get out of here, I gotta say that I'd spend a whole lot of time doing a whole lot of nasty things... but I don't think I'd mind spending most of my time with you."
"I like you myself." Zerrex replied with a slight smile, then he exchanged a hug with the pink-scaled dragoness before putting her down, then he paused and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Immediately, Cassie grumbled and crossed her arms, glancing away... but she looked absurdly touched despite herself before he stood and stretched a bit. "I want to avoid a fight, though, so yeah. I'll get out of here for now... but if I don't hear from you soon, believe me." He winked and ruffled the floppy fins on her head lightly. "I'll come and get you."
"Sexy, really." Cassie replied in an entertained voice, giving him a look, and then she gave him a final wave before jumping into the air and flying up through a hole in the ceiling of branches and leaves above, and Zerrex watched her rub with a back of his head before he shrugged a bit and went about the business of putting his pants back on, absently rubbing at his crotch. She was an interesting character, that was for sure... she reminds me of my daughters.
The Drakkaren shook his head a bit, smiling slightly as he did up the fly of his pants, then he frowned a bit as he looked back and forth for his shirt. After about three minutes of scavenging through the undergrowth, however, he couldn't dig it up, and so he made a face and grumbled about it as he looked down at his forearm... before staring as he realized it was bare of the special computer. Oh. Huh. Awkward.
"Marina?" Zerrex asked hesitantly, and he heard no response... so instead he grumbled and started to walk. Before he'd gone more than a few steps, however, something buzzed in his head, and the Drakkaren winced before Marina said inside his mind musingly: This is odd.
"You're telling me." The Drakkaren peered up into the sky, looking back and forth before Marina grumbled something, and he could almost hear the tapping of keys before he asked carefully: "So uh-"
Oh yeah. We're seeing everything, before you even ask. Marina said, and Zerrex could hear the grin in her voice, blushing deeply as he slapped his forehead. You should see Cherry's face, it's even better than the expression on yours. But here, I'm activating a doorway to the next location we programmed in... an old videogame this time around, emulated on the computer. Step through and see how things go. I'm sorry, Daddy, but I have to break the voice connection, its causing static on my end... if you need to portal, though, just ask, and I'll create a doorway out at your location.
Zerrex nodded a bit, then he crossed his arms and waited a few moments, before watching in interest as reality in front of his eyes fizzled before slowly falling apart into a dark rip in the virtual reality he was inside. The reptile looked at this, smiling slightly as he crossed his arms, then he shrugged a bit and glanced up towards the sky, murmuring: "Well, can't be any worse than a reality where people are turned into kiddy show prisoners, right? Let's move it on."
With that, the Drakkaren stepped into the rift.
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Tags: Belly Inflation, Stuffing, Female Inflation, Messy Popping, competition, hose, oxygen, pierced navel, pills
Text: "Ooooh....wh-what do you think doctor? Am I...ooof...am I going to make it?" Giorgina bit her lip as she struggled with the source of her troubles. Normally a wide hipped gal, the large Italian woman had indulged a bit too heavily at the new bistro that had opened down the street. Her hips usually the widest part of her, their position had been usurped by a very round and unnervingly red mass tucked tightly beneath her hefty olive bosom. Her long, manicured nails gingerly grazed the surface of her poor belly, wanting to rub the aching flesh but too scared to touch it. She was so packed that she felt she couldn't take a deep breath without coating the walls with several courses of Manicotti, Fettuccine, and Ravioli. Feeling sicker and sicker by the moment, as her body lurched and groaned she was getting worried that might be the end of her regardless. Luckily, there was a specialist nearby. The lithe woman in the lab coat looked down at the chart for a moment longer before she seemed to hear the poor woman. Looking up, she smiled sweetly. "Oh I'm sorry. I'm not the doctor. She'll be in in just a moment. I'm just here to make sure you're not already past the point of no return. Luckily I think you'll hold long enough for the doctor to make a diagnosis" Giorgina could feel a cold sweat drip down her neck as the nurse left. The 2 1/2 minutes she had been waiting for the doctor to arrive, she could feel herself getting more and more out of sorts. The mountain of pasta inside of her was bubbling angrily in complaint of its constricting accommodations. She watched the door to the back offices expectantly, praying someone would come through in time to save her poor belly. She was starting to look around for a napkin to write down an ad hoc last will and testament when the door to the lobby on the opposite wall was flung open instead. "Hey!" Giorgina cried out almost instinctively as she saw a woman with a chubby face, dyed red hair, and a massive belly enter the room. "This is my appointment! I...oooh...I'm waiting for the doctor! Get out of here!" She couldn't believe it, this 'special' doctor she was waiting to see had sent another patient in on her!?! While she was shocked to see the woman who had barged in was inconceivably larger than she was, the strangers bare gut didn't nearly look as strained as her own. "Relax hun. I'm a colleague of the good doctors. As you can see she's helped me to make my belly the bloated jewel that it is!" The woman said with a smirk. She moved into the room with a grace that looked unnatural for someone of her girth. Pulling out a brown glass bottle, she hand it to Giorgina and gave her a calming wink. "W-what are these?" Giorgina asked nervously. "Just some pills that will help calm your belly down. All that acidic sauce is what's causing the belly ache. You could honestly fit a few more courses in there if you stuck with foods that weren't so harsh on the digestive track." Giorgina's eyes widened as she looked at the cure in her hand. Her belly feeling ready to split, she pawed the top of the bottle off with her chubby hand before getting ready to toss back a mouthful of the little white pills. The mystery woman stopped her hand from tossing them back half way up though. "Not yet hun. I need you to head into the lobby before you take any medications. Company policy you understand. Giorgina gave a soft whimper. She needed relief yesterday. She was so stuffed up her chest even hurt! Slowly she nodded before easing her bulk off the examining table. "Ok. Tell the d-doctor I...oooh...I said thanks..." She groaned. Waddling out the door to the lobby. Just as the door to the lobby shut, the door to the back offices opened. What could be mistaken for a parade float in a lab coat coming into the room, the good doctor was looking down at a chart that rested atop her own impressive belly. Her face was thin, framed with dark black hair that contrasted Jessica's fiery dye job. "Ok, Giorgina. My nurse tells me you're in quite the bind. Luckily I have some salves we can rub on you to keep you in one pie..." Looking up from the chart, Dr. Victoria's face paled a few shades. "Jessica?! What are you doing here? Where's my patient?" On cue, the sound of an empty glass bottle clinking against the floor followed by muffled moaning could be heard from behind the door to the lobby. Victoria gasped as she realized what her old "friend" had done. "Oooooh...oh god....someone...help meeeee.....AAAAIIIIIEEE~" Victoria winced at what sounded like a leather water pouch bursting open after trying to drain a waterfall. Followed by a series of meaty thuds against the other side of the door, the room was suddenly filled with a warm aroma of pasta. Victoria glared at her old roommate turned nemesis. "What did you do?!" "I had to find room onto your busy schedule somehow." Jessica chuckled before setting herself onto the examination table. "Now we have plenty of time." Victoria shook her head as Jessica grinned at her. She wanted to lunge at the fat bitch for what she had done to her patient, not to mention to her lobby. "Then call me next time! Don't cause one of my patients to burst in my lobby! Do you know how long it's going to take to get all that sauce out of the carpets? What the hell did you give that woman anyways!?!" She demanded furiously. Jessica didn't seem fazed at all as Victoria scolded her. If anything, Jessica's smile broadened. "Ironically enough, just some antacids. Sounds to me like she tried to swallow the whole bottle at once." Jessica then did something that made Victoria's face redden. Scoffing, she leaned backed and lifted her shirt, revealing her own massive pot belly and giving it a pat. "Heh, amateur..." Victoria felt disgusted, but also a little bit envious. Had Jessica finally caught up to her in size? As she eyed Jessica's larger girth, following the red nails dancing across the swollen surface, she started to wander off... The two had met when they studied pre-med together at the same college. Both of them curvy young women with larger than average middles, a few large drinks and a few larger meals between them had revealed that neither of them wanted to pursue medicine for the conventional reasons. They had actually seen each other before online, though under different names. Victoria and Jessica frequented the same weight gain forums and chat rooms under the respective avatars of Feedee_Queen and Goldenbelly420. Each wanting to push their bellies larger than any other online glutton before them (and enjoy all of the admiration and economic tributes that would follow), they went into medicine to find new ways to obtain sizes that others had only ever dreamed about. However, as time went on their friendship was overshadowed by their competing goals. Threads online cropped up comparing the two, debating who the "Queen" was between them. At first they tried to laugh it off, but soon it led to a bitter rivalry that ended with Victoria having to go the ER one night and Jessica getting expelled for stealing chemicals from the lab. Having tried to win the crown by doing in Victoria like she had most recently done in the late Giorgina, ironically it had given Victoria's belly the stretch it needed to give her the undisputed belly Queen crown. The downside was that now Victoria's belly was marred in deep, angry stretchmarks from when she had almost popped like a balloon. While Jessica now at least had the crown for largest unmarred belly, it wasn't enough for the driven size queen. Victoria graduated and opened her own practice in an area known for having the most all you can eat buffets and restaurants with massive portions than anywhere else in the country. Using her talents for keeping ready to pop bellies in one piece, she enjoyed success as well as not having to constantly fight to keep her crown as the biggest. As the two old rivals sized each other up, it was clear that that was no longer the case. "So Jess, other than trying to ruin my practice, what brings you here?" Victoria asked, crossing her arms over her bust while pushing out her belly. The lab coat parting as Victoria huffed it out to its full glory, her maternity shirt beneath creeped high enough over the swollen expanse of flesh to reveal a red gemstone dangling from her navel. Jessica rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You have women pop around here all the time. Just say poor Giorgina had pushed herself too far on her own and no one will be the wiser!" Standing up, she jutted her own belly out till it firmly bumped into Victoria's. A black thong creeping up Jessica's wide hips, the thin string bites into her plump flanks as she wiggles her belly back and forth against Victoria's. "I'm mostly here to show you that I discovered a new technique. I can't believe we never thought of trying it sooner, but as you can see..." She gives her belly a pat, making it jiggle against Victoria's navel ring. "..it works very well!" Victoria grunted a bit as Jessica's rubbing tugged at her navel ring. While the jewel might have been pulled out from a lesser tummy, years of rubbing specially crafted oils into her gut meant it was much too strong for that. "So you're saying after all this time you've just finally caught up to me? Big deal. Don't you know that if you want to beat the champ..." She takes in a deep breath, pushing her belly out far enough to make it ache slightly "...you have to 'knock out' the champ. There's no trophy for tying me." While Victoria had hoped she would discourage Jessica with her display, she felt nervous as that annoying smirk didn't go down in the slightest. "Oh don't worry hun. By the time I'm done today they won't even remember you." Pulling out another pill bottle, this one however was clear and filled with odd silvery pills. Before Victoria could ask, Jessica eased the top off and quickly swallowed a pill. Taking a step back away from Victoria, she grinned down expectantly at herself as she rubbed the largest bulge under her shirt. Unable to pursue medicine after getting caught, Jessica had used her cunning and willingness to ruthlessly make her way to the top in business. Rising in the field of pharmaceuticals, she had used her new influence to redirect her companies RandD department into pursuing her own goals. Under the guise of helping pregnant women more safely carry triplets and quadruplets, she finally had something to show for it. "It's amazing what scientists can come up with sometimes. You give them a problem and a bit of financial motivation, and the nerds will come up with the most innovative solutions. In fact, it seems almost silly you didn't think of this first!" Soon an odd, muffled hissing could be heard from insides Jessica's prized dome. As if someone was inflating a balloon inside of her belly, soon her gut began to puff out to complete the illusion. Straining the front of her button up collared business shirt, soon slivers of pink flesh peeked out where the button began to gap. Her belly steadily growing in circumference, a button pinged off the front to reveal a larger diamond of perfectly smooth flesh. Another firing off like a bullet across the room, Jessica's deep navel was suddenly exposed for Victoria to peek into. The black gemstone she had gotten to go with her former best friend's shined out from the hole in the front of her shirt as Jessica stroked the sides, cooing as she bloated even bigger. Three more buttons pelting off in rapid succession, like rockets blasting off into the heavens as the planet below swelled outward! Victoria's eyes widened as she was forced to take a step to the side to avoid getting pelted with flying buttons and soon Jessica's ripening tummy! "How did you? What are those?" She asked incredulously. Jessica just smiled, shaking the pill bottle back and forth in front of her. "These little things? Something special the boys in the lab cooked up for their boss. Basically it's compressed oxygen in a handy capsule that coats the inside of the patients belly with a spray to help them retain elasticity. These let me swell up like a literal balloon while keeping my belly mark free!" She wobbled her swollen belly back and forth, her smirk widening as she watched Victoria's face sink. "And since I own the patent, I'll make sure no one else ever gets access to them! In short, I've won!" Jessica tosses back another pill as she laughs, rubbing her belly as it almost effortlessly swelled outward another several inches! Realizing she may have to accept defeat, Victoria turns and starts to walk out with her head and belly held high. Spying an oxygen tank in the corner though, she gets an idea. Still gloating, Jessica reaches as far down her gut as she can, barely wrapping her arms two thirds the way around herself. "Ah Vicky. You had a good run. I'm sure people who have a thing for stretchmarks will still admire your pics. The rest though have a new Queen to worship! And to feed! And to...to..." Jessica looked across the room to see Victoria pouring lotions into the hose of an oxygen tank. "Ummm...what are you doing?" Jessica asks as Victoria gives the tank a good shake back and forth. Now the one with the smirk, Victoria suddenly pulls her white pants off to reveal long, thick thighs and a very red thong. Wetting the end of the nozzle with her mouth, she reaches behind herself and moves her thong to the side. "Well, you said you patented the capsule delivery method. You didn't patent other ways of pumping oxygen mixed with lotions directly into a belly." She winces a bit as she shamelessly slides the nozzle between her large ass cheeks and into her tight anus. Twisting the valve on the tank, she watches as her belly starts to slowly swell. "The way I see it, now we get to see who can be the biggest with this new method of yours..." Jessica's jaw dropped as she watched her rival start to swell up, inching outward to match her own prodigious new size. "What?! This is bullshit!!" Fuming, she quickly pops two pills out of the bottle straight down her throat. "Fine! If that's how you want to play this!" The swollen redhead arches her back, making the last few buttons snap off and letting her shirt fall to the floor. Trying to reach down to undo the button of her pants, her swollen belly pushes her arms just out of reach as the hissing within her picks up again. Soon with a sharp PING the button flies off, letting her wiggle her ass till the garment falls to the floor. Victoria removing her own shirt and lab coat, both women stand glaring at each other on opposite ends of the room. Inflating in just their bra and panties, among the constant hissing the sound of threads popping and fraying fills the air as the garments dig into their expanding flesh. Victoria's belly swelling steadily from the hose lodged deep in her ass, whenever her stretch mark covered belly gets close to Jessica's in size the blimp of a woman quickly swallows a few more pills, making her gut bulge out quickly ahead in the race. "It's not going to matter though Vicky! Even with your new trick! My pills will let me swell just as big as you can! It's all going to come down to which belly is the most beautiful!" She coos, setting her gut atop the cold examining table to help support it. Now jutting out the size of a weather balloon, it pressed her bulbous breasts up into her chin. Placing her hands on top of her orbs, she presses down to try to see when a slight groan makes her reconsider. "Ooof...Last I checked, stretchmarks weren't too popular amongst the boys. Don't worry though. I'm sure there's some niche fetish out there into that!" Jessica teases. Victoria didn't let it get to her though, feeling her striped belly balloon steadily bigger and bigger beneath her breasts. Pushing her breasts up to her own chin, she could feel the oils helping her belly to keep up with the stretching. Her medical training told her though that it would only help them go so far though. "The oils won't help you grow forever stupid. And we both know my belly can take more than yours after your little stunt. I should thank you really, though I think I'll just show you up first. It's always has...mmf...and always will be about who...can be...the biggest!" Jessica glared before downing four of the pills at once. Her belly blossoming out in all directions. Swelling forward and to the sides, it even caused her back to puff up around either side of her spine. A growing tightness building, her belly was starting to fight to find flesh to cover her growing size. As the surge in growth settled, she felt it start to ache a bit towards the end. The fat bitch was right. Pills would only push her so far. And as Victoria's stretchmark covered gut climbed closer and closer to her own belly, she could see that it was going to come down to who gave up first. "Just because you held together that time in college doesn't mean you will now. I'll...I'll swell till you're on the floor! Begging your...b-belly not to blow!" Jessica glared, before turning the nozzle on the tank up higher "We'll see about that." she growled, gritting her teeth as her stomach swelled faster. Victoria, seeing what Jessica had done, gave up all reason and tossed back the rest of the pills. Both of their guts swelling out of control, the doctor's office was getting more and more crowded as the two rivals blimped up and out. Groans starting to come from both of their massive guts, Victoria could barely see Jessica's face over her breasts and vice versa. Spying a glance at her rival in a mirror, she grinned as faint red stripes started appearing up her redheaded rival's rounded flanks. "Ha! Looks like I'm no longer the only one with stretchmarks Jessica. How's it feel having an imperfect belly?" Jessica's eyes widened as she looked at the mirror next to them. Seeing faint red lines spider webbing out from the growing stripes up her swollen surface. "Nooo! My belly! My perfect, beautiful belly!" She winced as another twinge of pressure pinched at her flank, the turgid flesh gaining an unhappy pink flush. "Grrr...as long as I beat your fat ass it'll be worth it! I will...be...bigger!!!" Jessica balled her fists, letting the pills push her belly larger and larger. The skin starting to gain a faint sheen as their bellies blew up like balloons, the air started displacing to other places as they swelled. Their arms thickening up, it was getting hard for them to rub themselves as they grew. Kicking off their shoes, their swollen sausage toes dug at the carpet as their bare feet struggled to keep them balanced atop their now barrel thick thighs. Both of their bellies achingly full, occasionally their pneumatic tums would bump and cause each women to take an awkward step back. Ass cheeks swollen with air, soon they were brushing the wall behind them. Then they were bulging and squeaking into it! Running out of room to inflate, soon the two blimps began to squirm, pressing against the walls and each other. While distressing on its own, Victoria's eyes widened as she felt a more pressing issue start to scratch at the front of her overinflated belly. "Ohhh...Jessica! Your navel ring! It's...stop wiggling damn it!" Victoria cried out, trying to reach over to the corner to turn the pump off. They could continue this somewhere less constricting at a later date, but something about the sharp jewel scratching at the front of her belly was making her nervous. The pills still fueling Jessica's own growth, she pounded her fists against the wall behind her. "Fuck! You stop Victoria!! You're cheating aren't you! Trying to jab my belly with that stupid piercing and make me pop! Well I'll get you first!" She cries out, wiggling her belly harder. The jewels sandwiched between the straining women, they scratched red lines across the expanse of flesh as they danced around each other. A wrong shove by Jessica however, and the gemstones suddenly clinked against each other, snagging. "Jess! Jessica! I think...we're stuck!" Victoria cried, tears filling her eyes as she felt her stretchmarks start to tear dangerously deep. Jessica could feel the sharp pain as her navel ring hooked on Victoria's too, but she was feeling so over packed that she had to get the pressure off the widest part of her poor gut. "Grrr...then we'll...see whose...belly is...tougher! Goodbye...bitch!" She cried out before giving a hard jerk of her body. Both women only had a fraction of a second to realize the mistake as they gasped. A loud tear heard between their sandwiched flesh, they tried to keep their bellies pushed tightly against each other to prevent what would happen next. The momentum of all that overstuffed flesh however had different idea. Their eyes screwed shut, the overinflated pair let out a piercing scream as they felt their bellies finally give in~ "AAAIIIIIEEEE~" The cleaning crew scrubbing the lobby, the nurse watched from a camera in the examining room next door. The audio picking up both women's last screams, the lens suddenly was blacked out as the building shuddered. A loud, wet explosion coming from the next room over, the nurse smiled before pulling out a disk of the security footage. "Was only a matter of time before those two did each other in. The forums are going to love me when I show them this."
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Made The same sound woke her every morning. The slow click, click, click, whirr. She shrugged off the lethargy of the night with each dawning of the sun. Whirr, pop, click. She stretched, her arms rising high, as if dancing a ballet. She slid on her dress; every moment was to be enjoyed. Her bronzed skin off set by the midnight blue silk and white frills. Her duties awaited.
He found her strutting about the halls, every movement of hers elegant and precise as she dusted the many oddments of the castle. She could feel him watching her, but said nothing. There was nothing to say. She was his, and he watched, so she was happy.
She bent over to dust, knowing he could see up her skirt. She wiggled. Pop, click. He came closer, his footsteps echoing. She stood, turning to face him. He gazed into her eyes, something he’d not done in a long time, then turned away. She did not smile or frown. Neither said a word. It was how it was.
She saw him again later as he sat in an old chair, tea and muffins sat next to him. She remembered them. She’d liked them once, but that was so long ago. Maybe he’d let her have some someday. Maybe just to remember, but it would not be today. She turned, continuing her duties. He paid her no mind. It was how it should be.
She began to wear down. She knew the day was ending. Her chores had taken her around the castle many times. Her movements slowed, as she crept towards her room. Stairs became harder, each motion slower. Whir, pop, click. As she approached the dais that she rested on she saw him again. His craggy features, he was waiting for her. She wondered why. It was not like him to come see her, not like this. But he reached out her hand, taking the smoothness of hers in his wrinkled old fingers. “It’s time.”
She wondered now, about things, long ago things. He stepped with her into her chambers. He let her stand in her place, drowsy, and left to her own thoughts. Vague flashes of a life gone by passed through her mind. Fragments. Of fair skin, of herself, but not who she was now. She remembered eating, loving, and feeling. She missed it, but she couldn’t feel that loss. It was another life, another person. Not her. She lived to serve now.
She focused on him now. He stood there, bending over to kiss her. She felt warmth. She remembered the feel of a kiss just for a moment. Her eyes started to water, just barely a tear slid down her cheek. He stepped back. She saw a bronzed face in his hands. Her face. No, not her face, but the face she was to have. Slowly he brought it up, snapping it in place. She was finally complete; just as her gears clicked to a stop.
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Title: Doubled Stuffed Weekend
Tags: lesbian, threesome, incest, group, group sex
If these walls could talk, I would surely be homeless tonight. It's Sunday evening. I'm sitting on the overstuffed sofa my mom thought was the epitome of good taste and designer fashion on a rent-a-center budget. This couch isn't the only thing that's been overstuffed in the room.
Last night was a night I'll never forget. It's also a night I want to remain hidden from the normal world that only knows the exterior of the good girl I seem to be. My parents would die of embarrassment and shame if they knew the deeds that took place in this very room less than 12 hours ago.
They will be home from their weekend vacation soon. I am hung over, slightly sore, filled with a tinge of guilt. But, I'm also filled with the most satisfying memories of the best sexual escapade of my life, so far.
My parents left Friday evening to spend the weekend at a cabin rental in the mountains. I had to work Friday and Saturday morning and would have the house to myself for the weekend. My father still worries about me being home alone. I think it's sweet. I also think he is too trusting of me. But, I guess that's a good thing.
I left work Saturday at 2:00 and went straight to my boyfriend, Jake's, house. We don't get to see each other much during the week because we both work, so the weekends are allows reserved for quality time together. Everything was going as usual, until he got a call from his old high school friend Seth.
I'd met Seth a few times, but wasn't really sure of his character. He was loud; a bit obnoxious really. Yet, there was something about him. He had a nice smile and was always very flirty. Definitely a ladies man.
Seth wanted to come hang out with us for awhile and bring his niece, Heather with him. Heather is 18, a bubbly spirit, with a subtle charm about her. She's a quite person, but I can attest she wasn't so quiet last night.
Jake told Seth to meet us at my parents house; as I needed to shower and get ready for the evening. We were planning on a nice dinner out, then back to my place for a movie and snuggle time.
Seth and Heather were waiting for us when we pulled into the driveway. I greeted them both and invited them inside as I went about my task of showering and changing into the new low cut dress I'd bought a few days before. I decided to skip the donning of panties this time; Jake and I hadn't been intimate all week and I figured I could tease him a little in the car.
When I came down stairs to the living room, I noticed a large bottle of tequila on the coffee table. I eyeballed Jake with my "what the hell is this" glare and he gave me one of his "I'm sorry" looks.
Seth was on the phone placing an order for pizzas. I will admit, I was furious. I motioned for Jake to come into the kitchen with me. I wasn't about to let his friend ruin our date night like this.
Jake whispered he was very sorry, but to be understanding, since Seth's girlfriend had just broken up with him. He told me to let Seth eat his pizza, have a few drinks, then he'd drive Seth and Heather home and we could go out.
I agreed to those terms. I wasn't too happy about it at the time. Now, I'm glad I gave in. I thought Seth was ruining my evening. I had no idea he was actually making it one of the best nights of my life.
When the pizza arrived, I decided I might as well have a slice. He'd ordered four larges and I was starving. We sat and listened to him go on about how his girlfriend had met someone else and sent him a video of herself having sex with the new guy in an attempt to truly break his heart. I sincerely felt bad for the guy.
After everyone had indulged in pizza slice after pizza slice, Heather popped the top on the tequila and asked if I had a shot glass. I obliged as I knew it wouldn't be too much longer after that and Jake could get them the hell out of here so we could do something, since dinner was pretty much taken care of at this point.
I brought two shot glasses back to the living room and both Seth and Heather knocked down two shots, back to back. Seth handed Jake the glass and proceeded to grab his phone from the table.
Jake took a shot and handed the glass to me. I wanted to flick him in the nose, but took a deep breath and poured myself a drink as well. There was no use getting mad at this point.
Seth handed Jake his phone and sighed. "Just look at this bitch. Can you believe this shit?"
There was his ex girlfriend, Samantha, lying naked on her bed. She began talking and her first words were, "Hello, Seth, you asshole. I hope you enjoy this, fucker. It's over." A much older man proceeded to wave at the camera as she placed it on a table and started sucking his dick. We watched the video as the man lifted her up, turned her around, and started having sex with her, doggy style, on a bed. This went on several minutes before she flipped the camera the bird, blew a kiss and turned the camera off.
I didn't know what to say. I knew Samantha, but never dreamed she'd do a thing like this. The fact is, the video actually turned me on. She had a nice body and listening to her moan made me a bit tingly between my legs.
We all sat in silence a moment before Seth took his phone back and flung it on the table. "Fuck that whore," he mumbled while taking another shot. "I don't give a damn about her anyway."
Heather got up and stood behind Seth. She placed her hands on his neck and started massaging his shoulders. I took another shot of tequila because, frankly, I just didn't know what to say and the video had aroused me.
I watched Heather for a moment when I noticed something wasn't quite right. She was touching her uncle in, what I deemed, a very intimate way. I watched her long fingers caress his neck and ears, then she proceeded to shock me. She leaned over and began kissing him directly on the lips. I could tell they were using their tongues.
I looked at Jake and he turned his head to me with a slight grin on his face. "Holy shit!," he mouthed as we both turned back to stare at this West Virginia peep show happening before our very eyes.
I was already sexually stimulated by the tequila and the video. I wasn't sure what to do at this point. They were consenting adults, even if they were close family. Did they do this often, I wondered. I took one more shot, then placed my hand in Jake's lap. He took my hand and put it on his hard dick. I will admit, it turned me on even further.
I started rubbing Jake through his jeans and spread my legs just a bit. He placed his hand under my dress, then smiled at me when he realized I wasn't wearing panties. I was so wet, I could feel my moisture flowing into the creases between my thighs.
By this time, Heather was sitting on Seth's lap and he was fondling her breasts under her shirt. As Jake and I sat there touch each other, Seth pulled her shirt over her head and began sucking her breasts.
I was so turned on at this point, I unzipped Jake's pants and took his dick into my mouth. He moaned with pleasure as I softly, yet eagerly, took every inch of him down my throat. I devoured him fully and could feel him grow even harder.
I sucked on him only a minute before I felt a set of hands caress my hips and trail down my ass. I turned my head to see Heather standing behind me, naked. Seth was standing to her left staring at my ass while stroking himself. He had a look of want in his eyes.
For a split second I wanted to protest. What the hell was going on?! What the fuck were they planning on doing? But, looking at Heather's beautiful, curvy body and voluptuous breasts, nipples hard, long hair flowing down her shoulders, I couldn't speak. She truly was a gorgeous girl.
Heather bent down and kissed me. It was a hard, passionate kiss. I don't think I've ever been kissed quite like that before. It took my breath away. It also took any last doubts I had about the whole taboo nature of events away.
I turned towards her, my back against the couch, legs spread open, and pulled the hem of my dress to my waist. She took her hand and ran it across my throbbing wet pussy, juices covering her fingers. She put her fingers to her mouth and licked the wetness from the tips. "You taste nice," she said and placed her head between my legs.
I've had oral sex many times in my life, but her tongue was like no other. She knew exactly how hard to lick my clit and even swirled her tongue as she placed several fingers inside me.
Seth got on his knees and squeezed his niece's ass, then slowly thrust his long, thick cock inside her. She gasped a moment, then went on licking me. The idea he was actually screwing his niece was such a turn on, yet so awkward at the same time. I was so horny I didn't care. I was aching. I needed release and Heather's mouth felt like just the thing to get me there.
I could feel myself getting close to cumming. She had only been licking me a couple of minutes. Suddenly, she raised her head up and I could tell she was feeling the pleasure her uncle was giving her. Seth pulled out of her and she crawled over to Jake where she started sucking him.
I will admit, I had a brief moment of jealousy wash over me, but that went away the moment Seth slid himself inside me. His dick was thick and long. Much larger than Jake's. I could feel the difference as he filled my walls more than they'd ever been before. It felt excellent. The tip of his penis was hitting the roof of my snatched, right at the g spot. I didn't know how much longer I could last like this, but I didn't want it to stop.
Seth pounded me fast, then slow, then fast again. I knew this time I would cum. I could feel it building. I was almost ready. I wanted to cum all over him. That's when he pulled out. I know I must have given him the most pitiful look imaginable as he smiled at me and said, "not yet baby."
By this time, Heather was already on Jake's lap, rocking her hips back and forth , grinding her pussy on his shaft while saying dirty things to him. I could tell he was enjoying the hell out of it. I've never been one to talk dirty to him.
"Do you like my tight wet pussy. I know you've wanted this a long time. I've wanted to taste your girl a long time too. She tastes delicious," she said to him through short breaths of air.
Seth touched her at the small of her back and she stopped riding Jake and stood up. Seth sat down on the couch and leaned back. "Come and sit on me," he said to me. I was going to straddle him, but he motioned for me to turn around, facing away from him.
I slid down gently on his shaft and he grabbed my hips and started thrusting me again. I heard him say, "double stuff." That's when he pulled me back onto his chest and Jake got on his knees in front of me.
Jake began easing his cock into my pussy that was already filled with Seth's enormous dick. It hurt for a brief moment. I wanted to protest, but then, the most amazing thing happened. Jake's hard cock glided inside me and the pressure was instant pleasure inducing.
Here I was, on my parent's couch, two men had their dicks buried inside me and I could not have been enjoying myself more. I've never felt anything like that.
As Jake and Seth slowly pumped their rods inside me I could feel more wetness being produced. Heather stood on the couch and sat her wet pussy on Seth's face, her ass just inches away from me.
I was so caught up in the moment that I grabbed her and pulled her towards me and started eating her out. This was the first time I'd ever had another woman's pussy in my mouth. It was warm and juicy. I didn't even mind the taste. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it.
As I ran my tongue all over her hole and clit I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I moaned loudly and began quivering slightly. I'd never felt a buildup like this before. It felt like I was going to explode with pleasure. That's when the tingling wave of orgasm radiated through my entire body. It started inside me, then worked its way down my legs and into my toes. Even my face felt like euphoria was touching it, placing hands over my cheeks and kissing them with sweet flutters of butterfly wings. No, more like butterflies were having their own orgasms all over my face.
I felt myself getting wetter than before. Liquid was pouring out of me. I heard Jake say, "yeah baby, squirt all over this dick." Hearing his voice sound so sultry, so demanding, made me cum again. I'd never had dual orgasms back to back.
My body was twitching, shaking from the powerful force spewing from between my legs. I knew someone was cumming inside me. I felt the warm, rhythmic shots go off inside me. It was Jake. His face was wrinkled with intense pleasure.
I couldn't move. My entire body felt like jello, almost like I'd been swimming for hours and had just gotten out of the water.
Seth pulled out of me and gently rolled me over to the side and Heather climbed on top of him. They were both finished within a minute. All I could do was lay there, trying to get my body to cooperate long enough for me to stand up so I could go clean up. What had just happened was a little weird, but damn if it wasn't the best lay I've ever had.
Oh crap, if you'll excuse me, I just heard a car door shut. I think my parents are home.
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(F tf Tibetan Mastiff, mass-tf various, fluffy)
Gabriella finished another cheerleading session out of breath, but pleased at the team's performance. The university of Eldyore is best known for its arcane curriculum, but it of course still has a sports team and Gabriella wanted to be on the front lines cheering them forward! She has only been going to Eldyore for a week but is already hitting it off! Cheerleading is a team effort, so naturally she was working close with the other cheerleaders and becoming friends. And none of them knew she is actually a tryhard.
Gabriella has long brown hair almost perfectly straight to the middle of her back and hazel eyes. Her bust is a well-balanced C cup and her hips rather shallow for a woman- though she has a pleasant bubble-butt. She looks the part of cheerleader convincingly enough- but before she had to transfer to this new university in a new city; Gabriella was a bookworm. She has the energy and willingness to get out there and strut her stuff, but her aptitude with her magical studies caused her peers to regard her as a nerd and shut her out of doing anything besides book studies, and so she did- top of the class. Now that she is in a new city she decided to use this opportunity to start fresh. They did not know she is a bookworm here, so she immediately put her foot in the door to set herself up as a go-getter. You can only do first impressions once, so now that her reputation is set; regardless of what she does beyond this point, most people will always regard her as an energetic cheerleader!
She chugged the remains of a water bottle, gasping afterward because she is still trying to catch her breath. The cheerleaders here have to go hard- since it's a school known best for magic, there isn't nearly as many people in the stands to back up the sports teams, so the people who are there need to cheer twice as loud to make up the loss. Since it is late in the day, Gabriella's boyfriend came to pick her up. She suspected he was a big part of her fitting in and getting into the cheer team so easily as well. He looked older than her, with a sharp short beard and bristly, brushed back hair. Very handsome and hulkingly tall and muscular- Tom is a very handsome man with platinum blonde hair. He never spoke more than a word or two to anyone else, and he did not go to the university so the only time anyone saw him was when he is picking up Gabriella. It was obvious that all the other girls were crushing on him hard too, but he did not respond to their fawning over him in the least bit. At most he would wave back at other girls calling to him and immediately turn back to Gabriella. Trying to find out how she landed with the hottest man in the country is how Gabriella managed to capture the attention of the cheer team and get in so easily. But that was the ploy from the start.
Tom is hand-crafted by Gabriella to serve that very purpose, you see. Using her prowess in magic; Gabriella turned her Pomeranian 'Tito' into the ideal boyfriend 'Tom'! He doesn't drive her home- she takes the bus, and he turns back into a dog once she puts his collar back on- it has a warding stone embedded in it so she doesn't actually need to cancel and re-apply the spell. That is why he only ever speaks one or two words! He doesn't know any other words, he is a dog!
Gabriella nodded happily as they walked down to the nearest exit to the student parking. "Another great day, all thanks to our plan, hehe. I feel a bit bad playing a deceiver but... I don't want to be held down by someone else's misconceptions again."
"Tito good?"
"Tom."
"What?"
"Your name is TOM when you're in this form, remember?"
"Yes. Tito is Tom."
Gabriella sighed. When the two of them went to leave, she grabbed his sleeve to stop him- suddenly remembering she left her books by the bench and told Tito to stay while she dashed off. Being a good boy, he remained in the general area- never straying far enough from the doorway for him to not be able to see it. He did wander a bit though, peeping into the doors of several other classes out of curiosity. He tried to sniff them too- but as a human his nose did not work how he wanted it to. One room was particularly interesting though- it was a small room that looked like it might just be storage but he could see lots of sparkly things through the small window on the door. The walls are covered in geometric, branching paths and all seemed to gather on the floor into a pillar that held up a shimmering crystal- a very large spellstone. He watched the slow moving sparkles shimmer up through the paths toward the pillar. Being a dog; Tito knew nothing of magic, but being around Gabriella taught him not to fear it either. Gabriella was already approaching again from the opposite side of the exit. When the glittering mana entered the conduction pillar it fired up very quickly and caused the crystal to pulse with gentle light. Suddenly Tito's form seemed to explode into colored vapor! He turned back into a teacup Pomeranian!
Being tiny in comparison to his form only a fraction of a second earlier; he tumbled out of the air to the floor letting out a startled yip! Gabriella scrambled over to him and picked him up in confusion. Gabriella glanced into the room he was peeping on and did not know what it is either. It looks like some sort of school-wide sustained spell. The spellstone is being fed mana slowly over time to store energy, and when it detects the spell starting to wear off it renews it from its energy store. The crystal is basically a battery for spells. But she had no idea what the spell is that it is keeping up. It turned Tito back immediately so maybe it is an anti-magic barrier. It is against the school rules to cast spells outside of the arcane classrooms so that seems the most likely answer. That means she needs to completely re-apply the spell at home or drop the whole Tom act- what a pain in the ass. This never happened before because she normally would have left already with him by now, and because he was left to wait he was directly outside of the door when it refreshed.
This wasn't that big of a problem, except as Gabriella went to leave she heard a gasp and turned to see Rika standing awestruck in the hall. Uh oh... she seen that all happen.
"T-t-tom turned into a dog!! What happened?!"
"Oh uh... yea. It is okay- I know a few spells, I can probably fix this easily. I just need to get him home."
"B-but what happened? There is no one here in the hall other than us?! Who did it?!"
"Oh... I uh... don't know. A lot of people have been acting jealous of him, maybe one of the other girls did it?"
Rika's brows hardened a bit in worry. "Ooh, I bet you are right. That is dangerous! Using transformation magic like that IN the school? Wow."
"Yea, I know right? Heh..heh... anyway, I better get the poor guy home so I can turn him back to normal! See you tomorrow Rika."
"Yea. Later!"
Gabriella quickly hustled out of the school and stuffed Tito into her book bag for the bus ride back to her home off-campus. The advantage of him being in dog form is he is so tiny she could technically fit him in her pockets- and since he is a dog he doesn't need to pay bus fare. Rika finding out about this makes things complicated though. Now the other girls will most likely find out about this, and question her again tomorrow. She also hastily blamed one of the other girls, and hoped she did not unintentionally cause in-fighting now by raising suspicion.
Gabriella got to work putting her spell back together in preparation of tomorrow and then cooked herself dinner and went to sleep. Tito is entirely unbothered by it whether she gets the spell or not- he is just happy to be a part of things. That night though, Gabriella had an unusual dream where Tito was back to his human form and she was on all fours? He was... walking HER? Like most dreams, it seemed entirely normal when it was happening but the moment she woke up and reviewed it in her conscious mind she muttered 'what the hell was that?' before shuffling to the bathroom to get ready. While getting ready for school again she went over in her head all the questions they will likely bombard her with when she arrives at cheer practice.
She took a step back and tossed off her oversized night shirt to put on actual clothes and as soon as she bent over she almost fell over backwards in surprise! Her legs were hairy! It wasn't that long since she shaved them last, and somehow they look worse than they have ever been! She can't go to practice like this! That wasn't all though- her pubic hair had also rapidly regenerated into a thick mat over her pubic mound, where it had been a trimmed back triangle the night before! Well... she doesn't technically need to trim that for anything, so she will just leave that for later, Gabriella definitely needs to fix her legs. After shaving she had to scramble- she barely left herself any time to get ready so she could sleep longer, but now having an extra step to getting ready but her dangerously close to being late. She turned Tito to his human form so he could take the bus to school and meet her as usual. He did not know how to read clocks but canines actually have an extremely good internal clock- he will know when it's time without using an actual clock.
At school Gabriella started to feel a bit weird, and found it difficult to concentrate. Her newly shaven legs kept itching and her tongue felt odd, causing her to roll it around a lot in her mouth, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. Her first class was a bust- it was a lecture today and she was too out of it to really pick up on anything the professor said. When she scratched her legs after class before standing up she furrowed her brow. She could feel it through her pant legs! Hair!! Her leg hair grew back AGAIN? In a few hours?! She immediately remembered yesterday and Tito being forced back to normal. Had that somehow done something to her as well? But what? And how? It was most likely a spell neutralizing effect, which would prevent any magic from happening to anyone- not put a random spell on you. Well she cannot shave while in school. After classes she went to practice wearing her usual uniform- except this time with knee-high socks to cover the hair that was so thick it made her look like she had man legs.
She sheepishly approached Tiffany. "Heyyy, I have been feeling kind of chilly today for some reason, is it okay if I wear these long socks for today's practice? Since it's just practice?"
Tiffany shrugged. "Rika would probably say no buuut, she ain't here today, so." She shrugged again. "Sure."
"Wait, Rika isn't here today?" That was odd- she told Gabriella yesterday that she would see her today.
"Yea, I guess she was sick or something? She hasn't texted anyone even, just didn't show up at all."
So Gabriella actually didn't need to make up a fake story about yesterday- because Rika was the only one who seen and she is suddenly missing. Practice went along normally, though Gabriella kept looking down at her legs to make sure nothing was showing. Having the socks press on so much hair down there was not a feeling she is accustomed to. It is also concerning because she still doesn't know what actually caused it, so she cannot predict if it will get worse. Toward the end of their usual session her heart jumped and she noticed something else entirely! Her fingernails are thicker and look slightly grey! They are twice as thick as normal, making them almost like weird, stumpy flat-ended claws! She abruptly crossed her hands behind her back to hide them.
"Hey, uh... is it okay if I skip out a little early?"
Tiffany looked at the clock. "Yea, I mean we usually stop in ten minutes anyway. Plus Rika isn't even here..." She turned to Amalie. "Hey, you know what dorm room she is in right? Can you go check on here, see what's up for tomorrow?"
Amalie nodded. Gabriella dashed out and waited for Tito to 'pick her up' by the usual exit- except today she was already waiting outside. Thinking her changes are linked to yesterday's dispel she was expecting Tito to have some weird mutation tacked onto his human form now, but he was perfectly normal when he arrived. Gabriella's nails are starting to push out longer too, at an abnormal rate that is. Blackening claws that are thick but have blunted ends? They are starting to look awfully like canine claws.
Totally unknown to her though- something is amiss in the men's locker room after their game practice- which coincides with the cheer practice. Dan embarrassingly still had an erection he could not get rid of. When he tossed his clothing away though to get showered- what really pulled attention to it is even he gawked at it a moment. It seemed almost a full inch larger than it should be able to get.
Carl laughed and swatted at it with a towel. "Tell that thing to sit down, man. You'll make Reive's little man jealous."
They both laughed at Reive's yelling 'hey!' from the opposite side of the lockers.
Dan shook his head. "Someone was playing a rather convoluted prank on my girl, Rika."
"Oh? Cheer captain... jealous cheer member?"
Dan shrugged. "Last night she called me and she had floppy dog ears, and nipples all down her stomach, and she almost fumbled the phone during the video call because her hands were part of the way to paws!" He pat some books beside him. "She got me to gather up these books of counter spells if she did not show up at school today and..."
"She ain't here. So your girls a real bitch now, huh?"
"Yea, real funny. It was fucking hot if I am being honest, and it probably won't be that hard to undo buuut... who the hell knows enough about magic to do something like that? People come here to learn how to do the stuff that leads up to that- so who is still in school but already good enough with magic to turn someone into a dog, and not even be present when the transformation happens? Don't the basic transformations need to be channeled or... something? I don't know fuck all about magic."
Carl hummed in thought. "Yea, that is a good point. It is also against the school rules to use magic in the school, and she lives at the dorms, so it must have happened on school property. Whoever did it gives zero fucks. If it's jealousy; better watch your own back. You're her squeeze, so if this mystic badass decides to go all out- you the next target, homes."
Dan glanced back at his insistent erection with even more worry... had he already been hit? He groaned for a moment as a sudden, dull but strong ache entered his balls, causing him to bend over. There was then an odd pleasure in his balls at the same time, and slowly the pleasure grew and muted the pain more and more. Carl backed up in fear and the other guys in the locker room showers stopped what they were doing to look over at the groaning man. His balls blushed red and started to grow rapidly in size, pulling all the natural creases of the scrotum tight and smooth! They grew well beyond human proportions and then the skin started to darken almost as if being bruised, but the skin tone was shifting from a human pink to a bestial matte black.
"W-what eEEeis happen-...*snirk*" He grabbed his face at the odd sound of his voice and noticed the end of his nose now flared up blocking the middle of his field of vision! He has a pig nose!
Or a porcine nose anyway- though Dan could not see himself, the others noticed it was not a pig but a boar he was turning into. Long, stiff and bristly hairs sprouted from his upper back, then his shins and forearms, becoming bushy mats of coarse fur. By now each of his testicles was the size of a honey melon each and they rocked back and forth heavily when he stood in a panic, looking to the others as if they could somehow help him. His feet started to change shape causing him to slip on the tile floor and bang his back against the lockers on the other side of the bench he had been seated on. His upper body grew broader, causing his bones to pop loudly as they shifted position and shape under the skin and muscle. He glanced quickly to the books beside him- counter spells! He could break his own curse! He scrambled onto all fours to get onto the bench and with an already deforming hand he swat open the book cover to look at the index to find the one he needed. The fur already encased his whole body- but became almost like a thick mane on his upper back and neck. His neck was becoming so thick that it was hard to tell where his torso ended- it was starting to look more like he just had a body and then a head with nothing in between.
When Dan attempted to read the book he was interrupted by his own teeth! His canine teeth grew massively on his upper jaw, doing a full turn around his lips to point up on the outside of his mouth- he is growing tusks! He had to lower his head so he could read past the extending points of his tusks. But then his vision became blurry and his face started to pull out- growing into a snout caused it to take up more and more of his field of vision! His face pushed out further and further and his nostrils were so long now that when he inhaled sharply the nostril walls partially collapse in, causing him to snort unintentionally. His face pushed out so far that it forced his eyes to the sides of his head, making it impossible to read something directly in front of him. He tried to ask for help but all that came out were gravelly, deep oinks and grunting sounds! In the time it took him to fall over, get up, and open the book; Dan was already completely turned into a wild boar with unusually long and bristly fur. He cannot write runes to use a spell if he has no hands, nor can he ask for help if he cannot speak!
The other men all looked at each other uncomfortably. They did not want to just abandon Dan, but at the same time- helping him may cause whoever did this to also target them in anger, or whoever they report this to, to suspect one of them did it. And none of them wanted to deal with that. Rather than actually report it, they agreed to submit an anonymous report to the office and scramble out of the school so none of them get tied up in his business, while still technically helping him.
Gabriella had her own problems to deal with- her condition was getting no better, either. Though her transformation was very slow, it did continue to progress. By the time she got home that night the near-invisible peach fuzz on her forearms was starting to take a bit of color and look like a light dusting of actual hair! The hair on her legs was getting obscenely dense, starting to look like a mat of fur! It is also abnormally soft for body hair- which is a trait of fur. So is she turning into a dog? Did the dispel displace the spell rather than cancel it? But even that did not make any sense. The spell in Tito was dog to human- that would not turn a human into a dog, it would turn a human into a... uh... double human? Definitely not a dog anyway. It is also progressing rather slowly- which is a sign the spell isn't working quite right. By the time she made herself dinner, her ears are starting to look pointy and she had to shuffle her panties a bit because her tail bone started to extend slightly! Oh great- more signs of a dog transformation in slow-motion.
She slapped a book down beside her dinner plate and tried the counter spell for Tito on herself during dinner, but as she expected- it has no effect, it isn't the same spell. "Greaat. Whatever this is- I don't have a counter for it." Tito barked softly, turning his head to the side to show he doesn't really understand what she is saying, but is listening. "Basically means I need to go to school tomorrow in spite of looking like this. I need to get to the library there and go through their counter spells till I find one that works, because this one does nothing- it doesn't match the spell type. And I don't know what the hell actually happened to me so I don't even know what counter spell to look up, so I have to just try all of them till one of them works! Uuuugh."
She also had to be extremely careful; obviously if someone finds out she is turning into something, they are going to have a lot of questions. She can't go to practice tomorrow at all- the fur on her legs is starting to creep higher on her legs so stockings aren't going to cut it tomorrow- it's full pants. That night as she slept her ears started to get bigger, and her soft moans in her restless sleep started to sound like soft growls as her teeth became sharper! Her tail bone extended out properly into a mini tail, gaining a light layer of soft fur and her labia started to turn bruise purple as a middle point between neon pink and black. She squirmed in bed from the feeling of hairs starting to sprout on her chest! A bushy but narrow stripe of fur grew in the valley between her breasts which caused them to be overly well-insulated, raising her body temperature considerably.
She woke up with a half-groan half-gasp that ended up sounding like a breathy bark! She immediately seen how thick the fur on her forearms was and scrambled to the bathroom even though she was still half asleep and stumbling over everything on the way there. The first thing she noticed in the mirror is her lips are black! It looks like she is wearing black lipstick but that is just the color of her actual lips now! She opened her mouth to look at her new fangs and noticed the inside of her mouth is mottled pink and black- and her tongue is much larger, but also more thin making it easier to stuff into her mouth in spite of its growth. Her iris are unusually wide as well- but not big enough to hide her sclera so her eyes did not appear dark like that of a beast yet. Her ears were larger though, and the cartilage has shrunken away, softening the ends enough that they fold over at the very tip- whatever canine she is turning into has floppy ears. There is a very wide triangle of fur growing on her back too- but right now it's just a light layer she can still fully see her skin through. The most alarming was the patch on her chest, which has grown so thick over night that it filled her cleavage entirely! There is no gap between her boobs- thanks to the fur it's just a shelf straight across. On top of that, the fur is all matted and damp because it's been making her sweat all night! It is still dark out, though technically morning, so Gabriella just stays up and has a shower to cool off and clean out her matted fur. She made herself blush, thinking the fur almost feels like something else long and warm stuffed between her boobs. In the shower she seen her toenails had undergone the same transformation her fingernails had, and the bottom of her feet felt a bit odd- the feeling was more remote, like she had callouses on the bottoms of her feet, but they felt perfectly soft still so it wasn't that. In fact, it felt softer than normal. Shallow bubbles of fat forming under the skin... the very start of paw pads! She would need to get to school fast. As soon as she is done getting fixed up; Gabriella is going to run straight to school. Her first class isn't till closer to lunch, so she has all morning to look but... it's progressing too fast to leave this alone. The changes are very slow- you cannot see the changes happen by looking at it, but it's constant and unending, so every time she glances down at herself something is a little different- a little more off than before.
Gabriella was not the only one having problems however. At the women's dorm on campus, Tiffany decided to stop by Rika's dorm room herself on her way to school. She sent Amalie to check on Rika to see what was up yesterday, but then didn't hear anything back from Amalie- she was not getting the texts. So now there was two missing cheerleaders! She approached the room casually but then slowed and furrowed her brow when she noticed the door is wide open. She peered inside and the room looked like someone ransacked the place! On top of that, there is a huge French poodle on the bed squatting on all fours, sliding her plush cookie up and down a human dildo propped up in the blankets!
"Whaaaat the fuuuuuck is going on here? Pets aren't allowed in the dorms!"
She looked to the other side of the room and there is a black lab sitting on the floor, with a rather ashamed look on her face. Is she the dog that trashed the place? There was no humans to be found- so Rika is still MIA. The lab had one of Rika's shirts on though- although obviously it did not fit properly on the body of a dog. How on earth would Rika have concealed two pet dogs in the dorms without anyone finding out? Especially a poodle- a dog that is both notoriously large, and violent. Then a thought occurred to Tiffany.
"Rika?" The lab's ears perked up immediately and it fully stood onto all fours. "R-Rika is that... you?" The dog barked twice. "...hooooly shit."
And the poodle on the bed... a French dog... Amalie is also French. Both of the missing cheerleaders are right here- as dogs! But unlike Rika who is responsive and seems to fully understand the situation- Amalie is riding that dildo non-stop without a care in her head. Her ears still flick up when you call her name but she refuses to leave that dong.
"Who would do this to you two?! On school property... oh... am I? What if its targeting the cheer-ah-n-n-no!" Even as she pondered the thought she could feel an odd tingle through her body and then her muscles squirm on their own as change took her!
Her first instinct was to run, but she stopped so suddenly that she nearly fell over before actually getting out of the room. The spell was already in her- running isn't going to stop it now, and the moment she leaves the room someone is going to see her in her unfortunate condition, so she remained there.
Tiffany's lips pursed on their own and then started to project out unusually far! The bones of her jaw are extending beyond her mouth! As they stretch forward her teeth quickly regress- feeding their material into the new growth as a bird beak starts to form! No... wait, not a beak, a bill- it's not sharp enough to be a beak. The bill turns more and more toward neon orange as it extends, while the flesh that used to be her lips and her nose which is being rapidly scrunched up is now turning pitch black! The black coloration surrounds her eyes and eye lids quickly spreading from her nose... the mask of a swan! She lets out several stuttered cries of surprise as the vertebrae in her neck start popping in rapid fire- new segments popping into existence and forcing the existing ones to move, stretching her neck longer! Tiffany turns to close the door and almost falls over. Her clothes start to get loose on her as her entire body starts to shrink down- air is forced out of her lungs in a long sigh as her lungs become smaller! Her legs cramp a moment and then start to stretch longer and thinner- the skin on them becoming stiff Her big toe regressed and was drawn back as her feet rapidly deformed- one toe vanished entirely as the other three grew longer! Skin was drawn up between them as it tightened to give her webbed feet, and as the skin on both her feet and up her legs stiffened it turned pitch black as well.
She tried again to close the door but the strength left her arms and she ended up just brushing the door lightly as all the digits on her hands were forced together! They were growing, but growing in a way that forced them together and fused them into a single bone! Quills started to emerge from her skin all over causing her to squirm and cry in distress, but her cry almost sounded like a quack! The quills burst open and bloomed into snow white feathers to cover her otherwise black skin! Oddly; rather than her hair fall out when the feathers got to it, it simply turned white. Her long human hair remained on the shrinking swan head! When her tail feathers came in, they also grew almost twice as long as an actual swan's tail is supposed to be. Her neck was so long by the time she finished changing that it felt like she had a third person perspective of her own body. She is also too small to even reach the door handle so she cannot close the door properly unless she slams her face into it. With a long head of snow white human hair, she looked like someone's idea of some beautiful fantasy swan.
Rika whimpered at her, knowing they were both now helpless. Well; Amalie is helpless too, but she seems too horny to actually care about that part. Rika wanted to try and run and get help but was also afraid to leave her room. If they see a black lab on campus she will get taken in by animal control- if she isn't in her room still wearing her shirt no one is going to realize it's her in the first place. Tiffany is so small compared to her old form that all her clothes fell off, nothing could even be draped on her, so she remained standing on a nest of her discarded clothing. A swan is a very big bird, but still nowhere near human sized or proportion. Tiffany was sitting there worried with her feathers ruffled for nearly twenty minutes before another girl- Jen spotted her in the open doorway when she was just passing by to leave for class.
Seeing a swan and two dogs in a trashed, open dorm room definitely got her attention quickly enough. Seeing the lab in a shirt and the swan on an entire outfit immediately gave her a good picture of what happened here. Jen shook her head and dashed away- she needed to tell one of the professors that someone is using powerful magic on campus! Jen certainly did not know how to fix them herself- and it was something best left to the professionals anyway. She left the dorm and scoot along the path to the school proper- a path lined with gigantic trees, with their leaves and branches far above, so you could still easily see for a good distance even with the trees in the way. That helped her take note of how few people were around. It is still pretty early- most people avoid the earliest classes because no one wants to wake up. Jen slowed her walk, getting lost in thought. Most people are not awake yet... so then who turned them into animals? She did not see anyone else around. Are they hiding? Did they... see her? She started to feel weird... or was she just imagining it? Or did the attacker know she was going to rat them out? Jen suddenly tripped and fell to her hands, but then when she tried to get up she felt the bones and muscles shift in her lower legs! Oh no! It got her too!
Her feet stretched out, causing her to unintentionally lift her ass into the air! Her pants ballooned in the back before the pressure forced them to shove down and a fan of white feathers burst out as her new swan tail! The skin on her legs started to turn black and stiff, and her toes became webbed, but she still retained all four front-facing toes, which means she has one more digit than a swan is supposed to have. Her nails also became abnormally long and claw-like. Rather than shrink, the sole of her foot actually got longer, making her leg look like it had one more joint than a swan does even though it's technically the same. She is somehow the world's first digitigrade swan. Unseen but very much felt by her, she quickly had to kick her pants down as her pussy felt like it was on fire! It moistened faster than it ever has in her life and her labia quickly ballooned out! They turned bruised purple and then totally back- the muscles contracting pulled it higher toward her anus but then locked in that position, squishing her massively plump labia into a triangular shape... like a canine! She isn't turning into a swan or a dog- she is somehow turning into BOTH!
Her hand started to stretch and deform, her thumb regressing into a dew claw as the insides of her hands billowed up into thick pads to carry her on! She cried out at the prickly feeling as quills erupted around her wrists and exploded into massive plumes of white feathers- where the pom-pom like fur would be on a decoratively shaven poodle. Her arms remained void of hair and feathers but the skin turned black, and then on her upper arms and across her body the white fluffy hair started to come in! Her breasts rapidly regressed as her chest pushed further forward, giving her body a more barrel-shape. Her ears grew large and flat; flopping over, but gaining a blanket of fur on the backs so long it almost matched her human hair. The hair on Jen's head matched the fur in color and became soft enough that it basically is fur itself and then on the border between face and hair a row of feathers grew in that made it almost look like she had a bit of a pompadour!
The bridge of her nose popped loudly and she panicked even more- if she loses her face no one will know it's her, so she tried to call out. "Ah! H-heelp I- s-somrrrun some...rrr-r-r-ROUGH! Ah! N-no, I arrrr, Jen! Jen grrd grrl!" Her voice quickly devolved as her throat and face stretched longer! Her neck seemed to take swan traits and grow very long, but remained the same girth it already was- taking instead from dog traits. Her face was clearly becoming that of a dog, but her lips turned a dark orange and hardened as her teeth fused to them on the inside! Her lips turned into a sharp, very long, very narrow beak that followed the muzzle of a poodle! Her forearms were entirely canine, but with plumes of feathers instead of fur at the bottom. Her legs were entirely swan, except for her upper haunches being covered in poofs of dog fur! The fur on her tail grew ludicrously long, completely consuming the actual shape of the tail to become a medicine ball sized sphere of soft, bouncy fur! Her upper and lower torso were both somewhat spherical thanks to the shape of the dense fur on them, but her midriff was instead covered in feathers that lay perfectly flat on her body, making it look very compressed in comparison. Since both fur and feather is the same snow white, it is hard to tell where one ends and the other begins! Jen somehow turned into a Swan Poodle!
That actually tossed the whole situation into question yet again. Rika and Amalie both turned into dogs, making it seem like a canine transformation, but then Tiffany turned into a bird. Amalie turned into a beast that matched her heritage and Tiffany turned into a rather luxurious version of a swan, making it seem like maybe the transformation is a reflection of personality... but then Jen turned into a swan-poodle. So again, the spell seems to be pure chaos with no discernable theme. Which obviously makes it very hard to counter-act. If you don't know what the hell its doing; you can't really stop it.
"Gabriella!"
Gabriella winced at the thought of being caught so quickly on entering the school and slowly turned to see Tammy looking rather worried. Gabriella is wearing a long sleeve, pants, and has a hood up to try and cover all her animal traits- it is also different enough from her regular more colorful outfits that she figured no one would recognize her.
"Gabriella, have you seen Rika, Tiffany, or Amalie?"
She shook her head slowly. "Wait- all three of them are missing?"
"Yea! Well... they haven't checked their text messages anyway, but also some weird shit is going on in the school so I am worried."
"W-what sort of weird shit?"
Gabriella was getting nervous now- half because the situation everywhere seemed to be coming apart but also because she could feel the fluff on her chest growing even longer and starting to spread up and down further across her chest! The fur is getting so bushy that it looks like her breasts are growing- but Tammy was so worried about other things she did not notice at all. It almost felt like someone softly pinching her in several places down lower too- most likely an eight pack of nipples forming down either side of her midriff which thankfully is not exposed.
"They found a boar in the men's locker showers! And then shortly after the guy who found it suddenly turned into an obese domestic pig with huge... family jewels. And then someone reported having seen two dogs on the other side of the school with no owner, and since that guy turned into a pig, people are suspecting that all these stray animals were actually people!"
"W-what are the faculty doing about it?"
Tammy shrugged. "I am not sure they know yet. This has all happened in the last like, forty minutes or so, a lot of people don't believe it in the first place, but Rika went missing, then we sent Amalie to her and she went missing too... even if the turning into animals thing isn't true- something is definitely up."
Gabriella and Tammy walked together for only a few steps before a man dashed up from the other direction and told them to get inside the school quickly! He is one of the campus security guards and there is a magic outbreak of sorts in the girl's dorm! He explained about the black lab, swan, poodle, and swan poodle hybrid! He ran ahead of them to tell the Chancellor. Both Gabriella and Tammy started to run to the building, even though Gabriella was more afraid of the fact she may have caused all this by accident somehow. Tammy paused rather abruptly, wobbling in place a moment and then appeared to stand up onto her tip-toes! Both of them gasped and looked down to see her feet actually growing backwards out of her shoes; stretching into paws! Oh no- she is turning into a dog too! Tammy told Gabriella to run ahead, and so she did. Gabriella did not head toward the chancellor's office though; she went to get to the library. As the only one who knew how this started- she is also the most likely to be able to end it, but she cannot convey that information to the chancellor without outing herself on being the cause in the first place.
She pulled her collar away to look down at how the damage to her was progressing and whimpered. Her breasts had shrunken drastically to A cups! It was hard to notice though because in their place the fur had progressed in an attempt to swallow them whole- and the fur is so dense that it is holding her shirt off her like her breasts would have! She had to reach under her hoodie and adjust her ears, because they were still growing longer but getting caught in the fabric causing them to roll up inside the hood. They are large enough to completely fold over themselves now! Her tail is not that much longer and stuffed into her right pant leg but the fur on it was definitely getting longer and causing a bulge to appear in her pant leg of increasing size!
As she ran to the library she puzzled over what she knew of the spell so far and nothing seemed to add up. Most were hairy beasts- some unusually so, but not all; the pig is mostly bald. The first were dogs, but then swan and pig joined the mix- and then a hybrid of two species. So there was no link between species or even body type. Even the transformation speed was inconsistent! If this really is Gabriella's fault; that means she was the first to be affected, yet her transformation is still only halfway at most while everyone else turned almost immediately. She had no idea what the hell the spell was doing, because there was no correlation between one instance and another. She paused a moment. Wait, there is one. Rika was the first to get effected after Gabriella... she was also present when Gabriella got hit, and then the next to go was Amalie- who went to see Rika. The spell is jumping from one person to the other- they are being affected in order of exposure to those already turned! Ugh, that means it must be Gabriella's fault. Hrmm... that also means Tammy just got transformed because she was with Gabriella, without knowing Gabriella was already infected. It also means that the dangers are exponential. More people turned means more people to find them and also turn- the speed of corruption essentially multiplies itself!
She stopped in a hall as a man crawled through an open door. His arms already half transformed into wings- he has shrunken to half his normal size at most and his neck is rapidly getting longer! His feet are entirely that of a bird and his tail feathers are gargantuan! He is turning into a peacock, but... something is off. The bristles of the feathers are very soft and extraordinarily long... he almost looks like a hairy bird. Gabriella edged past him on the opposite side of the hallway, and glanced into the doorway as she passed to see a Llama with the torn scraps of human clothing stretched around its fluff, and a goat with fur so long and shaggy that it just looked like a goat shaped lump with horns. Its fur draped over its face entirely so you could not see it at all outwardly- and the poor creature likely cannot see anything either. That supports her theory of things being hairy as a linking factor, but there still was that one supposed pig. Even the boar is pretty hairy. Maybe the pig one was just a rumor? It seems to be the only odd one out. Even the swan had long human hair, and this peacock is downright fuzzy. So even animals that shouldn't be hairy are still hairy.
Gabriella had to start leaning on the walls, it was getting hard to walk. Thanks to her claw-like toenails her feet could not stuff themselves any further into her shoes but the ankle was stretching away, pushing its way over the back of her shoes to make room as she was converted to a digitigrade. It started to look like she was wearing numerous other articles of clothing under her outfit because of how much hair was collecting and shoving it outward! The fluff started growing on her chest so it stuck the furthest out there- it looked like she had two bunched up pillows stuffed into her shirt to look like boobs. Gabriella ran a hand on her tummy and felt the eight erect nubs on it- fully formed dog teats. She let out a startled cry when the seam on her right pant leg popped- trying to make room for the mass of fur that is her tail. The tail itself still hasn't grown any longer- it's all fur on the tail that keeps growing. She also felt the skin of her cheeks starting to loosen. Oh great- a dog with jowls. She could not see herself- but her eyebrows were now also tremendously bushy. The hair on her head was darkening from brown to black and starting to lift up- becoming softer which also made it lighter and fluffier, adding to its volume without the hair actually growing. Even her hood was starting to look full and the expanding mane threatened to pop it off of her and reveal her deformities. Although at this point it was looking like it did not matter much. If the speed of spread keeps multiplying it will not take long at all to convert everyone. Heck if she doesn't get it under control that means if a quarter of the world is taken today, three quarters will be gone tomorrow and the whole world twice over by the next day. It goes from a problem with the cheer team to a problem with the entire staff, the entire town, the entire country and then the entire world. I mean- someone will definitely figure it out by then and stop it, but it's still a very dangerous situation.
Gabriella came to a barricade in the hall leading to the library! With her deforming feet it was not easy climbing over all the chairs and random mops and items tossed to form a wall. On the other side was a petite woman and her boyfriend curled up together against another wall of random crap on the other side!
The guy went to stand up. "Oh no! Oh wait, you're still human. Thank god."
"Uh, y-yea, no worries."
The woman quickly pointed to Gabriella's feet as her shoes fell off when she stepped over- they no longer fit on her paws!
"Wait- she is turned!! We've been exposed!"
He hugged her. "Fuck. If we are going down, at least we go down together!" They started kissing deeply.
Gabriella felt quite awkward standing there. "Uh... I don't... think it's as bad as you think it is."
As they kissed they both opened their eyes in surprise! He had just been holding her lightly on the sides but now was unintentionally holding her off the ground! He was growing larger suddenly and she was shrinking! As she shrank her ears seemed to stall, and a tail started to jut out from behind her! She cried out in surprise at it but her voice shrank with the rest of her, making her voice unintentionally cute. Soon it was like he was holding up a small child and her clothing fell off one by one. Then it was like he was holding an action figure, and still she shrank more! Her front teeth became too big for her to keep in her mouth and her tail was lashing around wildly to get ahold of something to get her sense of balance, so he placed her in the palm of a single hand. She started to grow fur on her back and it became obvious she was turning into a mouse!
The man's clothing pulled back over his limbs as they outgrew it, and bunched up in the places where it could not slide till it finally tore and burst off entirely! Gabriella blushed as their nudity, but had no way to get past them at the moment- the library is on the other side of their barricade! His dick popped into the open as his balls became so large they entirely overfilled his underpants on their own! His hands and feet started to devolve into hooves forcing him to drop his tiny girlfriend and she landed on the head of his cock! She grabbed the corona with her fingers and looped her tail around the shaft to balance herself on the bucking shaft even as it stretched larger, causing her to rise on it. Dark brown fur started to grow in very rapidly across his body to consume it, then grew long enough to curl back on itself, which made it even more dense! His ribs cracked in rapid fire as his chest expanded tremendously and his voice became booming. His entire torso stretched longer, making him taller since he is stuck in an upright position. Horns erupted from his temples, causing a sharp and sudden pain and then a gentle sting as still more horn slid out. The hair on his head went from wavy to extremely tight, small curls but then like on the rest of him it expanded out and became almost like an afro! The fur on his back and his extending neck also billowed out at an increased speed, causing him to look like he had a monstrously huge hump on his upper back- even though it was all fur!
His girlfriend's many nipples formed down her torso just before her own fur coating consumed her. Her hands and feet remained relatively human in shape, but gained clawed ends and a very thin coat of fur. Her boyfriend's penis kept getting more narrow the longer it stretched, turning into a tapered end, so the area of pressure she sat on continued to get more narrow the longer it got, starting to actually push into her tiny opening till it became pointed enough on the end that she actually popped over his penis- or a small fraction of it anyway. She squeaked in surprise and squirmed but could not grab anything to pull back off! He also could not move his arms like a human and now had hooves instead of hands- so he could not help her off either! She was stuck impaled on his hot rod. Her fur continued to grow beyond any normal mouse though- so even if she was on all fours she could not move normally; her fur is longer than her limbs are. And still she got fluffier, and fluffier! It got more dense at the base but lighter and fluffier the further out it grew, which made her look progressively more and more spherical! Only her tail and face were clearly visible now- her limbs hidden in her own fur! She was like a big puff ball on the end of his dick, squeaking and shivering in unintentional pleasure from being stretched obscenely by a cock twenty times her size!
The extremely long fur on the man progressed down his upper forelimbs and up his neck to join onto the top of his head, and still the mass on his upper back grew larger! The huge hump of springy, dense fur was almost as big as the rest of his body by the time it stopped growing!
"OoOoOooh, uuugh. Mu-ugh! Mmmm-auh-m-mu-muUUH!" He rocked back and forth a moment with a surprised look on his face before shuddering and his girlfriend was fired into the air by a pillar of cum!
Without hands, he could not catch her so he instead just fell forward onto all fours so she landed on the literal mountain of fur on his back as he continued to jet streams of cum onto the floor thanks to all the squirming she did on his shaft. She turned into a fluff-ball mouse, and he turned into a Fluffalo! His girlfriend is so small and so fuzzy that her feet cannot touch down- she rolls around on a bed of her own fur. Her actual body is the size of a golf ball while the mass of her fur makes her a bit larger than a softball.
Gabriella was stunned a moment, not really sure how to act or react in this situation she probably shouldn't have been present for in the first place. She kept to the wall on the right and tried to sneak past. The buffalo man was both so large on his own, and so fluffy that even when he leaned to the other side she had to shove her way past to get through- he took up basically the entire hallway. She also felt herself pushing into him harder and realized he was not moving at all- Gabriella is now growing too! Well that narrowed down what species of dog she is turning into- there are not that many dogs who are LARGER than their masters.
Her arms and legs started to push out of her clothing, exposing her own thick mat of fur! Unlike the buffalo hers was not curly, but it is very dense and very long, causing it to stand up and off from her some distance. Her clothing was stuffed so tightly around so much fur that it made it hard to move. Even as she crawled her way up the hill of random junk to get to the library on the other side; the insides of her fingers and palm swelled out into bubbles of fat, encased in thick black skin! Her digits became nearly as wide as they are long, and her hand progressed away from her thumb, forcing it to regress into a dew claw. That was going to make opening a book difficult. She supposed she could hold a pen in her mouth to still write the runes of a counter-spell. On the other side she tried to stand up but could not stand perfectly straight anymore- a hunched forward posture was the best she could do. Her hands were getting HUGE too- and the hindpaws were already massive, starting to look almost like bear paws rather than dog. Her tail unintentionally flicked in irritation to the side and tore her already severely ripped pants clean off! Her pink panties looked almost comical, compressing a section of fur in by several inches around the tail. The tail itself curled upward naturally, but had so much fur on it that it looked like a massive oval of fluff! Her fur was not growing in as the same color either. Her hands and feet, her inner arms and legs and her chest and lower neck were growing brown fur- everywhere else was turning black. Her entire chest had long ago been consumed in fur- her breasts long gone, now it progressed up her neck as her neck also grew a bit longer and a lot thicker! Her cheeks drooped a bit and the bridge of her nose popped and her nose stood up further, pulling her lower face out a bit. She did not have much time left. Her transformation has been extremely slow in comparison to everyone else, but even Gabriella is running out of humanity.
"Oh no- not you too Gabriella!"
Gabriella looked over to see the librarian- Lucretia- the only person in this school that knew her dirty little secret. It took Gabriella a moment to realize what was wrong. Lucretia was wobbling as she stood, having a hard time keeping her balance and was clearly sweating from trying to resist changes, but the changes were not super obvious at a glance. There is two broad, round bumps on her forehead and her arms and legs are abnormally long! Gabriella could not tell what she was turning into- the bumps on her head are too broad and round to be horns.
Lucretia's legs started to stretch even longer, causing her to wobble and then turn and flop over- catching herself on her desk. That gave Gabriella and unfortunately excellent view of her rump as her hips popped loudly and expanded, absolutely shredding the skirt that was already tight fitting on a normal day. A small tasseled tail flicked out into the open, around overstretched panties that still clung on. Her panties shrank from view as her ass cheeks grew, causing the panties to vanish into the cleft between. Her legs grew still longer, causing her butt to rise higher and threaten to topple her over the desk, forcing her to instead spread her legs further apart. Lucretia tried to hold her new tail rigid, straight down to block her privates the best she could. Her arms started to get longer as well though, so she had to flop them over the desk so she was propped up on her elbows, and then even longer than that, forcing her to flop over entirely and place her hands down on the floor on the opposite side of the desk! Her digits simplified as the nails grew huge to encase the ends and deform her hands. Pinky and thumb regressed into near non-existent dew claws while the rest became two large front segments. Well, extremely subtle dew claws and legs a week long each- there was only one animal with those traits. Giraffe.
Four cone-like black nubs formed on her crotch united by a patch of silky soft black skin, and in turn Lucretia's already modest breasts shrank away into nothing as her chest exploded in size, firing the buttons off the front of it like buckshot to scatter around the room! The four stumpy teats rose out on a soft, shallow bubble of an udder. Her sleeves tore off from her greatly expanding arms and then her entire torso grew, shredding the back, leaving the remnants to slide down her arms and get caught on her knobby elbows. Her large muscular butt finally snapped her panties- but shredded them after they were pulled so thin that the elastic did not even flick them off; they just unceremoniously fell away without a sound. It looked like she was moaning but Gabriella could not hear anything- most of the sounds a Giraffe make are on a frequency humans cannot even detect. The bubbles on her forehead extended into ossicones- the odd stumpy horn-like protuberances of a giraffe. A common trait among the transformations; her hair started to stand up as it became softer and more voluminous. Her hairline also started to advance down her neck like one would expect, but then also swept forward! It consumed her throat entirely! Her golden blond hair turned into a lion-like mane! It stopped growing at her shoulder blades in the back, but was fluffy enough to overlay them halfway down. In the front it condensed into a strip that divided her pectoral muscles, in the absence of breasts.
She looked like she was gagging suddenly and because her mouth was open when her neck started to extend rapidly- the sound of popping bone echoed through her throat and mouth and made it sound quite loud! Her neck got longer but so did her tongue- her tongue slithered out of her mouth and grew in surges, turning deep blood red, then violet, and then dark indigo! The large mane of hair however also grew along with her neck, and the longer her neck got, the longer the hair of the mane became toward the front- remaining the same length only in the back. By the time she had almost two feet of indigo tongue lashing around her face, unable to fit in her mouth; her neck had finally stopped growing longer- and her head was literally touching the roof even though all of her limbs were bent slightly and spread out. Where the pentagon spots of the giraffe met the massive shaggy hair of the leonine mane, they became stretched across the long hairs, making them dark brown stripes. The fur on the rest of her grew in as a normal, dense but very short giraffe pelt.
Gabriella sighed and quickly dashed over to the table to get looking through those books before she herself was completely gone. She heard the crunch of reshaping bone muffled by skin as Lucretia's face was most likely pushing out to remove the last of her visible humanity, but then suddenly stopped and looked back over when the sound became much too rapid to be her face!
With her head and impossible long neck she looked at Gabriella. "S-ssss ks? Sssks. S-f-s-fffks."
"Sss...? Fficks? Fix!? OH. Fix, right! Sorry, I will hurry!"
Gabriella was extremely hot in her ill-fitting shirt and nearly fur-engulfed panties. As hot as she became though; at least she did not have to worry about her fur getting all matted and gross with sweat again... dogs can't sweat. Well, technically they can- but only from their nose and pads. Her bushy eyebrows and transforming hair met in the middle, consuming her forehead. It felt like she was sinking into a thick blanket, helpless to pull out of. The fur around her head and on the backs of her ears made the ears themselves almost invisible, since they lay flat. Her arms pulled back a bit and her ribs started to pop and barrel out, preventing her from using her arms like a human. Her torso also got a bit longer as it barreled out, turning it from very hard to stand upright to basically impossible. Like a dog, she can stand on two legs but she cannot remain on two legs for long, or walk like that. She let out a grumble that unintentionally came out as a thunderously low pitched growl and hunched over, flexing her back and her shirt finally tore straight across at the back seam and the remnants to slid off her arms. The fur on her shoulders and upper torso and neck started to get thicker, making it look like she too had a mane.
Further complicating her ability to concentrate, her pussy started to swell outward and clench into the projected triangle of a canine labia- fat, black, and moist. The expansion of her labia to project off her body so much further caused her pussy to drool, and the moisture against the fabric of her overtaxed panties killed the last article of clothing she could wear. The panties snapped and flopped off, flicking a few drops of stray pussy juice onto the floor. Gabriella did her best to concentrate and read past her face even as it made muffled snapping sounds and stretched her skull forward further. The bridge of her nose and both jaws extended till you could not tell one from the other, combining into a muzzle. As her face dragged out, her jowls drooped down lower, and her voice became extremely deep. The feeling of the changes stopped so suddenly that Gabriella knew they had to have finished. She is 100% Tibetan Mastiff- a monstrously huge, fluffy dog. Thankfully her mind is entirely unchanged, so as hard as it is to turn pages with her paw- Gabriella is confident she can still cast spells.
Using a pen in her mouth Gabriella put together one counter spell after the other, activating it and then moving on to the next. And again, and again they failed. She still has no idea what the hell the spell is doing for her to know how to counter it. None of the counter spells were affecting it! She went over every single one and none of them worked! Whatever was causing all this is either so chaotic that every person requires a different counter, or just so convoluted that a single counter cannot undo it without being custom-made. Gabriella really, reaaaallly did not want to have to do this. She is going to have to go to the head Magister; Magister Lulou. Only a master of magic is going to be able to untangle this mess- and to do so, he is going to need to know how it started... which means Gabriella will have to confess.
Gabriella looked into the hallway and her heart started to beat a bit faster at the sight of the wall of fur. At some point they started to get worse, or... fluffier at least. She could see the pale brown light fur of the mouse and the dense dark brown of the buffalo... completely filling the hall. Once she shoved her way past that, there was another mass of fur, or... several? So many people became so fluffy that their fur tangled together and it was hard to tell where one person started and the other ends. Gabriella was practically swimming through fur to get through the hall, and every time she moved she tickled them with it, causing them to squirm and then tickle Gabriella! It was also hard to breathe without getting a nostril full of fur! Not only was the fluff worse but there was also a ton more animals than the first time she came in and... some half animals, and some things that were such a mess of traits they could only be labeled as monsters. She got here early in the morning, but as the day goes on more people arrive for classes and then as soon as they encounter the already corrupted; they turn as well. Even the security guard never actually told the chancellor- because he probably turned into some bizarre beast before he got to the office!
Gabriella went to go straight to the offices next- all of the professors offices are lined up in a large hall against a curved wall that actually surrounds a massive central lecture hall, so they are all conveniently in the same place. She froze up when she seen another mass of fur on the other side, laying down in front of the doors. It slowly got up and she realized it was a dog...? An extremely giant dog. Wait, that was not right, either. Something was very wrong with it other than its size, and as it moved toward her she realized it isn't an animal at all- its fur. Literally just fur and nothing else! It's taking the shape of a giant dog, but there is no body- the threads of fur just join together in the middle! Someone became so furry that the fur stole all of the mass from the rest of their body- creating a being of sentient fluff! A giant dog head, some rabbits, a porcupine, and many other animals Gabriella was in no hurry to identify were seen within the churning mass as it came toward her! It was probably made up of a lot of people conjoined through their shared degeneration. The only trait everyone shared, made so extreme that it is all they are reduced to! But then why isn't Gabriella affected? She is fluffy but no more fluffy than a normal Tibetan Mastiff. She has no ultra-fur, she has no hybrid traits, she is just a regular ass dog. Again, there did not seem to be much connection from one case to another- the spell is somehow affecting everyone differently.
Not at all interested in being incorporated into the fur amalgam; Gabriella ran. Since the amalgam is so fluffy and has no bones or muscle to pull itself with- it isn't very nimble, and she outran it easily. That posed a problem still though- she can't get into the offices if it's sitting there. That also means the professors are either not in the offices or are now part of the amalgam. She doubted Lulou would succumb to any sort of magic below an absolute master class, so he at least would be free from any changes, but then where is he? She turned and dashed toward the lecture hall where he holds class. It is sort-of a second office for him. On the way there she had to shove her way through even more fluffy animals- one person even looked to be some sort of fish, but the edge of each scale fanned out several long hairs, making it a furry fish. When she got to the door to the lecture hall, the door is locked and two students were nervously trying to pick the lock. One was holding a hairpin in perfectly still, the other had a bent hairpin trying to lift the pins. Gabriella just sat there behind them, letting them do their thing. She needed to get through the door and certainly cannot pick the lock as a dog. When the lock finally clicked open the two cheer and gave each other a high-five, but Gabriella also barked happily- startling them because they had not seen the huge dog approach behind them!
In fear of Gabriella infecting them, they went to run past her on either side but fell to the floor, unable to divide! There their hands touched, they fused together! The woman's left and the man's right hand were fused together at the palms, and every time they tried to pull apart the muscle contractions in their arms ended up pulling them further together! Soon their wrist was linked, then their forearm! They put their feet together and gave one another a nod before trying to kick themselves apart, but they were unable to, and tripped into one another bumping arms together! The shoulder of their shirts broke open and their skin started to fuse higher. They lifted the conjoined, devolving arm but it only seemed to melt into the rest of their now jointed torsos, causing it to vanish entirely! The two of them moaned, helplessly sinking into one another as the two halves folded in on the middle. His pants and her skirt tore as their legs on that side also forcefully yanked together like a magnet and then started to devolve rapidly into the body!
Gabriella whined and lowered her head, another person lost to the chaos. And in another completely different way. This time two people fusing together. How the hell is ONE spell somehow changing everyone differently?!
They were both breathing heavily, their hearts hammering in fear as they looked at each other one last time. They could not fight the fusion any longer and several inches folded into one another, slamming their heads together! Their eyes fused together into one large eye in the middle as the seam between the two skulls vanished and it started to rapidly stretch forward! Their hair grew longer, but remained black human hair on one side and brown on the other. Their conjoined face stretched out extremely long and their teeth grew into fangs that partially overlapped their mouth! It did not take Gabriella long to identify it as the face of an alligator! Well... a three-eyed alligator with human hair. The man's arm started to grow massive talons and the skin turn to the banded scales of an avian's foot, while the woman's arm turned to a clawed hand to match the alligator head.
Even more fucked up- their back halves did not match the front! The man's leg started to quickly deform and get massively muscular as his middle toe deformed and stretched out his foot quickly turning into the hoof of a horse! The woman's leg became much girthier, causing the curvature of the muscle and bone below to vanish, making the limb look like a featureless pillar! Her toes ended up being almost entirely consumed into the expansion of the stumpy leg, but still ended in claws. The foot of a tortoise! Their shared gut suddenly surged out larger and then the woman's ribs started to crack and pop and extend massively, causing her spine to branch to be able to hold the back of the ribs steady like it's supposed to, while not actually moving the primary spine, since its unchanged on the man's side.
On the man's back a new limb started to branch from his body as it grew in fur. The new limb started out looking like a flesh noodle but as it gained bones it started to look like a lil baby arm, and then as it stretched larger quills started to emerge from it, before exploding open into feathers- he grew a large brown feathered wing! The scutes developing on the woman's side became particularly giant where her back bubbled outward to encase it in giant armored plates- the shell of a tortoise. It looked absolutely bizarre though- because it is only half a shell, if you look at it from the left side you can see the inside of the shell- her ribs fused to the inside and then a false spine at the top with narrow bone pillars leading down into their true spine. So the top half of her actual torso inside has no ribs there- it's just amorphous flesh, because the ribs extended into an incomplete shell. They grew a tail that was long like an alligator, but fleshy like a tortoise, but adorned with a stripe of long flowing hair like a horse. The hair on the horse body was unusually long for any horse, but not fluffy like the other victims. It hung straight down off it, pooling on the floor around his limbs. One side is a horse-bird, the other is an alligator-tortoise! Even its genitals are a mess- from a cloaca that is both male and female, it grew a massive thick cock obviously taking horse traits in that its very big and has a medial ring, but also has some flex to the shaft like a tortoise which also has a massive dong, and the end is flared like a horse and tortoise but the flare bends forward to make a sort of cup, which is more like a tortoise and an alligator. When the male half folds its wing back- it completes the dome of the shell with feathers on his side.
The fusion took a few steps forward but stumbled and fell on its face, letting out a sound that was both a hiss and a sigh. They share one body, but it's still two people- they do not know how to move in tandem. Gabriella still knew how to move though and with another whimper of sympathy, she moved past the abomination into the class.
She was never so relieved in her life, as she looked to the lectern at the bottom of the hall and seen Lulou- perfectly human, casually reading a book like nothing was amiss.
When he glanced up at her he scoffed. When he spoke he startled her because it suddenly sounded like he was right beside her- he spoke both with his mind and mouth, projecting thoughts into her head to communicate across the hall without raising his voice.
"What is it now? I locked the door to keep you people out. Who are you supposed to be then, mutt? What do you expect me to do about this? I am already researching the situation, I cannot magically know how to solve all this without first deducing what started it."
*I am. I am... what started it.*
He let out a long wheeze that almost sounded like he was going to keel over dead, before he broke into a wheezing laugh. "WOW. You. Did this? You know that almost every student in the entire school is now a freak of nature? The teachers and chancellor are the only ones unaffected entirely because naturally we ward ourselves against shit like this- because you just know some little asshat is going to try to use magic to manipulate us into giving him good grades in spite of the no magic policy."
*W-well to be fair I didn't cast anything in the school, it's just... it remained active while it was in the school.*
"Don't care. Tell me what you did." He started to walk up toward her. "How in the name of the Gods did you screw things up, in a school that is warded against magic at all hours of the day. What the hell did you do? Did you shove the warding stone up your ass?! You somehow fucked everyone up so badly even I can't tell how you did it, and I am a literal master at magic!! I spent my entire life studying this shit!"
*Uuh, w-well I don't know what happened exactly either, I also tried to undo this and I can't identify what the spell is doing. All I know is it started when my pet came into contact with the pulse from the warding stone- it undid the spell on him and then all this started to happen.*
Lulou tilted his head as he continued to walk up to her. "Wuh? What spell did you put on your pet?"
*I turned him into a human... so the other cheerleaders would think I had a hot boyfriend...*
Lulou narrowed his eyes. "That still doesn't explain anything. Negating a simple transformation spell can't do literally any of what happened here. Did you use some obscure method, like... what? I cannot believe a student created a spell even I can't figure out. I haven't been this confused in forty years."
Using once again a pen in her mouth, Gabriella drew up the spell she uses on Tito from memory and Lulou lolled his head back so fast he almost fell from his seat.
"Oh. My God." He pointed to part of the spell. "You let the dog decide what he looks like?!"
That was an odd thing to point out, and seemingly unrelated. *Uh, sure? I figured if I did it, people might be able to tell it is fake or too perfect to be true, y'know? So I made the spell turn him into whatever human equivalent he views himself as. Makes it more dynamic.*
"Yea, it also merged with the normalization wave."
*The what?*
"He became what he would assume he looked like NORMALLY as a human. The wardstone cancels outside spells but it also places a weak spell of its own- a normalization one. To prevent bullying within the school the stone sends out a wave that influences what people consider normal. So if someone is a bit different from someone else, the differences do not call anyone's attention and that person cannot be bullied for it. But because its spell and yours had similar rune arrangement, the two amplified each other instead of negating."
*B-but how would that change everyone into hybrids and monsters and... hair.*
"Rika turned into a dog, because she seen Tito turn from human to dog. It changed her that way because she thought that is what it would do- so that IS what it do. We went from poodle to swan because she thought the change was influenced by personality- more closely resembling your spell. Then we get a first hybrid because she spots a dog and then a bird and can't figure out what the correlation is, so because she thought they were both a possibility- she turned into BOTH. Because so many people were turning into hairy creatures, people assumed that was the link, and so that became a link. Some people were not hairy at all- because they did not see enough of the others to understand that was a possible connection, so they instead just turned into an animal. It does to you whatever you think it will. You assumed you should be fine, or a dog at worst because you were the creator, so your transformation was incredibly slow, and you stopped when you were just a regular dog. You only changed when you started to think you might, and it got worse when you assumed you were due. If you didn't believe you could ever be affected by magic and are an absolute idiot- you'd actually be perfectly fine, it wouldn't do anything. The transformations kept getting more chaotic, because people seen more chaotic results and assumed the worst- so the worst kept happening, and they kept upping the ante."
With a few swipes of his fingers he changed several runes on the array that Gabriella wrote and snapped his fingers- she almost instantaneously returned to normal! She also jumped over the chair to hide her nudity behind the back of it. Lulou laughed, tossing his coat off for her to put on and then walked out to start reverting everyone else.
A few days later, everything was returning to normal. The incident was publically announced as a freak accident with the warding stone- and the perpetrator's name was never released, for obvious reasons. Due to how traumatic the experience was for many students, they were naturally given time off so the school was almost entirely empty for a few days, but now they are starting to return and everything slowly normalizes once again.
Gabriella waved to the other cheerleaders after another session and smiles at Tom. Tom smiles and waves at the other girls staring at him before following Gabriella out. "See you all later, girls. Keep up the good work- keep that school pride alive!"
As soon as they stepped out of the school into the parking lot the spell on Tom dropped again, revealing Lulou. "So, shall we get going, my new apprentice?"
Gabriella smiled and nodded.
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Title: What Love really is.. by BladePup
Tags: Emotions, Love
I don't want to come off as nasty, and trust me it will sound it, but there are so many people who think they love someone. They fill their speech with love-heart, but they don't mean them. Granted this isn't the case always, but it is quite common. Love to me is the knowledge that no matter what, they will be there. They will protect you, and in turn look for your protection when the time comes.
When they are gone, far, far away from where you are, your heart screams for them to be there. When they are there for you in your darkest moments, to comfort and support you, or keep you company when you are lonely. Also the willingness to stay in touch, no matter what the consequences are, and to remain loyal to one another - those to me make love. Call me stupid if you like, this is just a taste of my opinion, and I can tell you, no one is perfect. I am sitting here typing this in bed, feeling like an idiot. I cannot protect my mate without hurting everyone involved, including him. I am becoming too attached, even after we finished a call I sat there on the phone for 20minutes with it attached to my ear, unwilling to let it go. He has always supported me, no matter what, but I have never felt like I have ever helped him properly, I always bring something up, without knowing, that seems to bring him down again. As for staying in touch, I cannot even bring myself to hold a proper conversation because I am too afraid of talking to him and saying something stupid.
And, as for loyalty... I try my hardest - there is no one else who could measure up to him, however the call of a role-play is sometimes too strong. I have wronged him and myself for constantly being asleep or too busy to txt or call. I let him down by not changing my sleeping pattern to one that means I get to talk to him, and as for being busy, I don't know, I am never busy, I will say that honestly - but I don't want to avoid him and I want to talk to him, I just cannot think of what to send without seeming like the idiot I am.
I am in love with him I know it - I just wish I could express my feelings more... He started a call last night with "I am calling to say I love you" and all I did was "D'aww" and felt like an idiot afterward for not saying what I felt, what I knew and that was "I love you too". If I have posted this, the he will see this. I want him to know that I really love him, I honestly do, and there is nothing that I want to keep us apart. If only I could be a better boyfriend, a better mate - a better lover. I don't want him to worry, and this isn't some sorta stupid thing. Every word on here is the truth to what I feel, every little word from this idiot typing here. What I am trying to say is this is what I feel love is, and how I am failing at doing exactly that. I love him - I just don't know how to say that to him, because I fell like my actions have been saying different things.
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Title: 3 Smoothies Please
Tags: bisexual, blowjob, cockring, first time gay, public sex, shaved, swallowing, thong, threesome
I know I'm not the only woman who feels this way, but for some time now I have desperately wanted to watch my husband Tim suck a cock.
He once shot a video of me while I had his penis deep in my mouth. I found the sight of his hard, shaved shaft disappearing between my lips indescribably hot.
When he came in my mouth I could see his cock pumping and twitching as he unloaded his semen into me. I couldn't take it all, so some of it overflowed my mouth and dribbled down my chin.
I heard myself moaning while sucking him, consumed by desire by his cock, and by the sheer pleasure of pleasing him. It was a feeling that I wanted him to experience - unbridled cock lust - a feeling that obviously I alone could not provide.
I had watched the video file over and over to fuel my own masturbatory fantasies. But nothing beats real life.
So I began my campaign of persuasion. The goal - to see my man take a gorgeous shaved cock just like his down his throat, get utterly lost in cocklust, and then happily, greedily swallow a load of cum.
I decided to launch the campaign in the shower, because like most men, he is most easily influenced when he is naked and his cock is receiving attention.
He was lathering up after his late-day workout when I opened the glass door to our twin shower. I had a razor in one hand and a can of shaving gel in the other.
I said nothing, just looked down towards his cut six-inch cock, which was already rising from its short stubble nest.
"Hey" his voice was low and throaty.
"Hi hon, time to get you smooth. I think your cock needs some workout time too - in my mouth."
He groaned in reply as I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began massaging the shave gel into his pubic area.
As any man who has shaved his own pubes will know, it's impossible not to get hard and horny through the process. And get hard he did, as I gently stroked the razor through his hair, rendering his cock, balls , perineum, anus, and pubic mound baby-smooth.
I leaned back to inspect the stunningly sexy results of my handiwork. His cock was now rock hard, its prominent plum head throbbing in time with his elevated heartbeat, shaft protruding from his smooth abdomen.
I spread my fingers over his hairless mound, while cupping his smooth balls in the other hand and licked the underside of his shaft all the way to that tiny triangle of joy under his cockhead, where I stopped to rapidly flutter my tongue.
That move always rewarded me with a flow of pre-seminal fluid, and the sweet-tasting emission was like rocket-fuel for my own cock-lust.
I moved around and took his cock into my mouth, driving it all the way in until my nose touched his smooth pubis.
I looked into his eyes, trying to see myself through them, imagining the sight of his thick shaved cock stretching my lips open and tickling my throat.
I wanted him not just to to see my cock-lust, but to feel it.
I pulled back and panted "Like what you see there babe?"
"Mmmmmmm so much. Don't stop."
"You like watching me take your cock in my mouth?"
"Baby you know I do. I love it."
I did a long, slow up-and-down his shaft, keeping tongue pressure all the way, making him squirm and moan in pleasure
"And I love doing it to you. Ever wonder why?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"Do you ever wonder why I love to suck your cock and swallow your cum so much?"
"Oh babe ...'cause you love me?"
He clearly wasn't ready for a quiz with his shaved cock in my throat.
"Mmmmm, try again...glmmmff."
"Oh, oh, oooooooojjjjjjeeezzz!"
I suddenly pulled off his cock, and squeezed the base, putting the brakes on his impending orgasm.
Slowly stroking his full length, I looked up at my husband, knowing that even though I was on my knees before his hard shaved meat, I was the one calling the shots.
"Sweetheart the reason I love sucking you so much is because it makes me so horny. I just lose myself in the taste and feel of your wonderful hard cock in my mouth, and the feeling of your hot sperm gushing onto my tongue. Sometimes I cum just from that."
"Oh baby you are the perfect woman."
"And I want you to experience that too."
"Are you saying...?"
"I am saying I want to see you do what I am doing now. I want you to experience the joy I get from this."
With that I took his penis back in my mouth, quickly going balls-deep, feeling his cockhead in my throat while my tongue laved his smooth scrotum. I hummed a bit making my throat muscles caress his plum.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh".
He exploded in my mouth, jets of his hot semen going straight down my throat. He usually served up a fair-sized load but this one was more voluminous than normal.
There was more than enough to share...
After his rod had finally ceased spasming in my mouth, I stood up quickly and locked my lips on his, opening my mouth and pushing half a healthy dollop of his own cum onto his tongue.
He pulled back reflexively, but only a little.
Then his tongue swirled back into my mouth searching for more of his semen.
And he moaned with pleasure.
That's when I knew I would soon fulfil my fever dream of watching him take another man's cum, direct from the source...
The local sex-chat forum said that Thursday was the day to catch man-to-man fun happening at our local nude beach, so off we went.
I made sure Tim was dressed for action. He had a tiny diaphanous g-string that barely contained his balls and shaft. The white material ensured it would become see-through the second it got wet.
I had shaved him again in the shower that morning and his entire package was as silky-smooth and hairless as my own.
A studded leather cock-ring harnessed snugly behind his balls, completing the picture. I could barely keep my lips off him as we drove the half-hour to the beach.
We parked and with the car's engine silent I could now hear Tim breathing heavily.
"This is really gonna happen?" he asked.
"My darling, you are going to love it, maybe even as much as me. And to sweeten the deal, I'll let you have my ass right here on the beach"
He leapt from the car, with a rare chance to probe my back passage with his cock as added incentive. Anal sex was a rare treat for Tim. I knew how much he loved it though his thickness made it often painful for me.
But I was willing to endure a little discomfort in order to watch him suck a cock and swallow another man's cum.
Now to find the man!
Tim's cock was tent-poling out from his swim trunks as we walked down the sand. I had been half-expecting an all-you-can eat buffet of gay cock but was a little disappointed to find the secluded beach apparently deserted.
"Not much of a crowd." Tim observed.
"You're not getting off that easy darling. We just got here, and the day is long. Let's keep going and find a spot."
As we continued down the beach and around the point a lone figure was visible in the middle distance. It looked like a man lying face down in the sand.
I stopped and pulled off my shorts, revealing the tiniest white thong I owned, covering barely three square centimetres of my pubic area just above my clitoris.
I turned to Tim.
"Drop 'em baby. Time to find you some cock - and that's the bait" I added as I cupped his swollen balls through their sheer covering.
So we walked, now nearly nude, towards the prone figure in the sand. I picked a spot about three meters from the bronzed form - close enough so he couldn't miss us but far enough to give him some space.
As we laid out our towels I watched Tim stealing furtive glances towards our neighbour. He was tall and looked reasonably fit. His whole body was lightly tanned, a string of blue material running up between his butt-cheeks the only sign that he wasn't completely nude.
As Tim was pulling a couple of bottles of water from the cooler the man next door decided it was time to roll over on his towel and show us the rest.
It was worth looking at.
His long lean body was crowned by a blue triangle of silk at its centre, bulging eagerly from his smooth abdomen. The top of the thong was riding exactly at the hairless base of the man's cock-shaft, and I could see that like Tim he was also smooth-shaven.
Perfect.
I nudged Tim to take the towel closest to our neighbour, while I lay down on my back beside him, my barely covered tits and shaved pussy bathed by the warm sunlight.
Tim was facedown, but I could tell his thickening cock was forcing him to arch his back slightly.
I reached over and ran my fingers lightly down the crack of his ass, tugging gently at his g-string, knowing the extra sensations would make yet more blood flow to his shaft.
"Don't look at me...look at him" I whispered.
Tim turned his head toward the lean tanned form a few feet away. As he did I moved his g-sting to one side of his ass-crack, and placed a finger firmly at the middle of his back opening. As I pushed my finger into my husband's ass, suntan oil helped it slide in easily up to the second knuckle, eliciting a groan from Tim.
A groan load enough to be heard...
"Hey, that looks like fun" said our neighbour, as he rose up on his elbows, frankly admiring what he was seeing.
Us that is.
Me - nearly nude - with my finger clearly siding in and out of Tim's ass, which was now gently pushing back against my hand, inviting further penetration.
The man's cock was also liking what he was seeing, evidently.
His now-fully-erect shaft was lifting the tiny triangle of blue material clear of his shaved-smooth pubis, revealing the shiny metal cock rings encircling both his balls, and the base of his throbbing hard cock.
I cock my husband would soon be sucking.
"Hi, I'm Sara, and this is my husband Tim" I pushed a second finger inside Tim's hole, forcing him to introduce himself with another lusty groan.
"It's very nice to meet you both. I'm Ted. I know haven't seen you here before, because I am sure I would remember such a hot couple. Your husband seems to be especially enjoying himself."
"It's a special day - isn't it honey?"
"How so Sara?"
Tim was now humping his ass onto my hand, and humming with lust.
"Well Ted, I made a deal with my husband, and maybe you can help."
"Let me guess - he's going to take a cock in his ass - he looks ready, able and eager!"
"Nope, that's me who will take a cock in the ass. I promised Tim he could have have my rosebud right here on the beach, but only if he did something for me first"
"Oh, and what's that?"
"Tim why don't you tell Ted about your half of the bargain."
"Mmmmmuuuhh...I have to suck a cock..." He groaned, writhing his backdoor on my fingers.
"And what else?"
"Uuuuh, swallow. I have to swallow all the cum.."
"That's right honey, and I know you're going to love it as much as I do. Our new friend Ted has a nice cock doesn't he? Ted, why don't you free that pole and show us the whole thing?"
Ted ginned broadly as he slowly eased the tight triangle of sheer blue cloth over the head of his long rock-hard cock. The shaft sprung free, standing straight up from Ted's smooth and hairless pubis. The two silver cock rings pushed his package up and out most invitingly.
Perfect.
"Ted why don't you come over here and join us? That is the most perfect looking package for Ted to launch his cock-sucking career on...don't you think honey?"
I slowly pulled my fingers from Tim's ass as Ted took a few steps over to our towels, his glorious throbbing hard cock leading the way.
"On your knees honey, it's time."
Tim looked me in the eye as he rose off the towel. "Out here? What if someone sees me?"
""I sucked my first cock right here." answered Ted. "And being seen was half the fun. I loved being watched while I took my first hard cock down my throat."
Tim was now in his knees, his face inches from Ted's gorgeous shaved hard cock. His breathing was heavy, but muted. His own rock-hard cock struggling in the confines of his white thong as he looked nervously up and down the beach.
"Touch it honey. Make love to it just like you've seen me do to you..."
Tim splayed one hand around the base of Ted's throbbing cock, feeling the smoothness and softness of his shaved skin, while his other hand encircled Ted's rod just below its bulbous head, slowly moving up and down the shaft.
I was in heaven, and it was only going to get hotter.
"Now lick him honey. Start on the underside just like I do..."
I watched, transfixed, as my husband placed his tongue on the cock of another man for the first time ever.
Tim licked the bottom ridge of Ted's beautiful cock. Slowly, lovingly, he ran his tongue from the base all the way up to the underside of the throbbing cock head. Tim pulled away slightly as he got his first taste of the pre-cum now oozing slowly from the slit of Ted's penis.
"Now take him in your mouth."
Tim opened wide, his glistening lips hovering just millimetres from the hard, throbbing, shaved meat in his hand.
My husband closed his eyes and moaned softly as his mouth engulfed the flesh of Ted's penis, and then enclosed it completely. Ted groaned too, as his pushed his cock further into husband's hungry mouth.
My own hand had long since found its way into the front of my white thong, which was now transparent, soaked from the juices pouring from my smooth pussy lips as I watched my husband slide a rock-hard shaved cock eagerly in and out of his mouth.
Ted's balls were shiny with spit and the veins of his shaft were pulsating visibly as my husband licked, sucked, caressed with abandon.
"Baby you're a natural." I cooed. "There's one move left. Relax and open your throat."
Tim's eyes closed as he concentrated on taking the whole of Ted's penis. His lips flared around the shaft as Ted slowly pushed his mushroom head further and further into my husband's drooling mouth.
Tim gagged a bit as the cockhead met his throat, and then he lifted his head slightly to allow the final ridge to pass.
His nose came to rest on Ted's shaved pubic area. My horny cock-loving husband now had a penis balls-deep down his throat!
Gagging noises ensued as Ted began to face-fuck his ardent cockslut, chin now running with pre-cum and saliva.
I looked down and Tim's own cock was running free with his own precum. I scooped some from the end of his cock and tasted it as I watched him bounce his head up and down rapidly.
Tim moaned with ecstasy as Ted pistoned his cock in and out of my husband's mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick Ted's gleaming cock ring as the man went balls-deep again and again into the face of my grunting cock-pig of a husband.
Tim's own cock was rock-hard from the arousal of worshipping another man's penis for the first time. I stroked him as he continued to submit to Ted's ever-more-urgent thrusting. He was getting close!
"I'm going to cummmmmmmm..."
"Go ahead Ted, fill up his mouth!"
Ted grunted as his shaft twitched, his swollen balls pulsating in their steel ring as they began unloading into my husband's mouth.
Tim's cheeks bulged as his mouth filled up with blast after blast of cum from Ted's writhing, pulsing cock-shaft.
"Swallow it baby, swallow it!"
Tim gulped down as much as he could, but the cock in his mouth kept pumping more cum. I moved quickly to lick my husband's face, lapping up and swallowing the rivulets of hot white man-lava spilling from his mouth.
I was high from the arousal of sharing another man's cum with my husband!
My husband had just sucked a gorgeous, smooth-shaven cock, and swallowed several mouthfuls of cum - in public!
"So darling - was I right? Isn't it so arousing to feel a man's cock pumping cum into your mouth?"
Tim just smiled as he licked the last drops of semen from the tip of Ted's beautiful cock, still semi-hard in its steel rings.
I reached into my beach bag for the cocoanut butter and the three-inch butt plug. It was time to get ready for my husband's reward.
If only he'd get that cock out of his mouth!
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There were only two ways that this experiment could go: exactly according to plan, or utterly disastrously; no wiggle room between the two, not with the kind of power being wielded by creatures like them. Shuijing set the bottle aside, having just finished the last step in activating its fluid contents, and stepped back for a few moments, allowing it to mix itself; there was a non-zero chance that it may just blow up in her face even with everything else having been done correctly, letting the mage breathe a sigh of relief once the cosmic dice were rolled in her favour. To their side, the dragoness she brought along to serve as her bodyguard-slash-legal witness scoffed, a deep, purple mist emanating from her open mouth before dissipating just as quickly; the larger creature said nothing, but it was clear she was enjoying the antics of her smaller friend, given that her hide was strong enough that a potion backblasting wouldn’t do much to hurt them… of course, given the lack of courtesy in such a gesture, she found it best to look away and pretend to have done nothing, giving Shuijing the time she needed to call up her test subject.
Dracarna had been the one to approach the alchemist some time before, hoping to make good use of the mage’s talents to satisfy their own curiosity; after she’d made a bet with a friend over whether or not it was possible for a dragon to turn into anything that wasn’t a dragon, given their inherently magical nature, Dracarna opted to go with the more “bruteforce” approach and contacted Shuijing, the one person on the whole planet that she knew would find an answer to that conundrum, even if it meant blowing up several research labs before she did so. In fact, that was why the dragoness wasn’t even there at all; as much as the one guarding the place was fine with playing the odds, Dracarna knew from experience that sticking around Shuijing for too long made it almost a certainty that at least part of her scales would be singed off when something went wrong. Therefore, she gave the mage a crystal that could be used to summon her whenever necessary, and trusted Shuijing not to abuse that power… mostly because it was one-use only.
Thus, when the dragoness felt the pull, she answered it immediately, finding herself outside what looked to be an abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere, right beside a large lake. Shuijing, already there waiting for her, explained that she had enchanted the place to look as inconspicuous as possible, while also surrounding it with so many protective charms that anyone actually coming in would just turn back around without even realizing it. Furthermore, the mage added, she had something very special to show: the transformative potion was finally complete!
What followed was such an immense display of joy that, if not for it being impossible, Dracarna would’ve shoved herself into the cabin and guzzled that thing down in under a second; lacking that option, she instead sat down and waited patiently for Shuijing to fetch her prize, giving the other dragoness enough time to teleport outside and show herself to her friend, simultaneously revealing that the “shack” was far bigger on the inside. The two had a long “talk”, if it could even be called that, telepathically exchanging thoughts and ideas in a way that only made sense to dragons, bringing one another up to speed on the goings-on of the day, and a little gossip on the side; it was no fun if one couldn’t appreciate the more scandalous things in life.
A few minutes later, Shuijing emerged from her laboratory wielding a large, spherical glass container filled with a clear liquid, then told Dracarna to drink it all to the very last drop. Figuring it to be the safest way to accomplish this, the dragoness chose to grab the whole thing with two claws and shove it into her mouth, eating it, glass and all, and sending the contents of the bottle flowing down into her stomach. The sharp shards wouldn’t do anything to her body, and this way she wasted none of it, allowing the potion to start taking hold of her mere moments after she was done chowing down on its container.
It was an odd, tingling sensation, not unlike what happened when she accidentally slept on a wing or leg, but spread throughout her whole body. Moving any part of her revealed her movements to be slow and uncoordinated, eventually ending up with Dracarna outright collapsing sideways, spared from the ground by the other draconic creature, Toxic, catching her with the end of her tail without even looking.
Shuijing, already panicking at the prospect of having screwed things up, ran towards Dracarna, shouting for her name, with the dragoness lazily waving a paw and telepathically letting her know that she was mentally fine, just not in full control of their body. A short explanation later and the mage was relieved; this sort of thing was… well, not normal, but certainly no unexpected when drinking those kinds of potion, hence why they were doing it on the grass outside rather than the cold, hard wooden floors of her laboratory. It was only temporary after all; a few minutes more and control of her body would return to Dracarna, after which she was free to do whatever she felt like!
Indeed, slowly the dragoness began to twitch her claws, then move her paws, somehow managing to tumble back to a sitting position somehow, before finally getting back on all fours and unfurling her wings, a gust of wind nearly knocking Shuijing flat on her back. The dragoness wasted no time telling the mage she still felt weird, like her body wasn’t… all there. It was hard to describe, but she felt lighter somehow, like a simple breeze could dislodge and sweep her away into the wind.
“That’s usually how the effects are described,” Shuijing explained, “that or feeling like a passenger, but that just means the potion is working as intended.”
“Should I then…?” Dracarna asked tentatively.
“Go ahead! I’d recommend you stick with smaller transformations until you get the hang of it; even for a dragon, having full control of your body like that is bound to be hard to control, so please don’t try to overdo it!”
Dracarna nodded, fully intending to ignore that piece of advice the moment she could get away with it. The dragoness wasn’t there purely to settle a debt, but to explore her own limits and sate her own curiosity; assuming that dragons could turn into something that wasn’t a slightly different version of themselves, then what were the limitations of that? Could she become much larger, much smaller, or was it just changing mass from one place to another? Was it all bound together by a “draconic” aesthetic or could she really go overboard and completely change the way her body looked? Whatever the case, it was important to know how far she could go, because assuming that it worked, then Dracarna wasn’t going to stop there; rather, she’d commission Shuijing to keep providing an ample supply of the transformative, as it would be extremely helpful if her help was ever needed for… well, anything, really.
The first changes were kept simple though, as per the mage’s request. There was something in particular that had been swimming in Dracarna’s mind for some time, and quite literally at that: orcas. A few weeks prior, the dragoness had been flying around the northern seas, after sensing a magical disruption in the area; while scanning the geography for any signs of large-scale disruption, she couldn’t help but notice these strange, whale-like creatures occasionally emerging onto the beach before retreating back into the waters, with further inspection revealing them to be expert hunters, who lunged at prey outside their native environment and then dragged them back to a watery grave. Most of all, they were graceful and agile, despite their size, and thus the dragoness felt like mimicking the way they looked; she too was massive, and yet bore her weight as if it weren’t there, not to mention being an apex predator as well (or so she kept insisting; Dracarna wouldn’t hurt a fly).
Focusing on her mental image of herself, the dragoness fell into a sort of meditative state, where her mind was dedicated fully to the singular pursuit of altering her physical form through sheer force of will. She envisioned a large dorsal fin, running across her back, she saw her claws and underside of her legs connected with membranes, her thick, stumpy tail elongating into a much more elegant, fin-tipped version of itself. And as she imagined these things, safely locked away inside of her own head, on the outside world both Shuijing and Toxic were wide-eyed at how quickly and seemingly easily their friend had taken to the potion’s effects, effortlessly modifying her body to become something neither of them had ever seen before.
It was over after just a single minute, with Dracarna’s eyes flickering open to see both of her friends staring intently at her, their expressions so befuddled that it was hard to tell whether she herself had accomplished her goal or did something so utterly ridiculous that the other two didn’t know how to react. Wordlessly, the mage pointed at the nearby lake, and with her worry growing by the second, the dragoness walked towards it, hoping that the damage done to herself hadn’t been too severe. Only after looking at her reflection did Dracarna breathe easily, content that her unfiltered magical power hadn’t found a new and inventive way to ruin her dreams; in fact, the more she admired herself, the more the small changes seemed to complement her figure in ways she hadn’t even thought of before… so much so that the need to try them out became too great, and though Toxic shouted for her not to do it, Dracarna jumped into the water!
The other dragoness had probably meant to warn her that the lake was freezing cold that time of the year, but it didn’t bother the orca-dragon at all; her new body was well-suited for those temperatures, having apparently adapted itself to become more sleek and hydrodynamic in addition to giving her a handful of fins spread all around. Her scales had smoothed out into a continuous, soft sheen that glistened off the reflected light, her tail became so nimble that it took her awhile before she could move it without entangling it on herself… but after a couple of minutes of practice, Dracarna was swimming in that body of water about as gracefully as she flew through the air, bringing such a wide smile to her face that it made her recall her first few days of flight, all those years ago.
After she had her fill, the orca-dragoness went straight up, emerging from the surface in a magnificent splash that covered her two friends in freezing cold water, while she spread her wings and flew off into the air, sprinkling droplets wherever she went. It made for such a sharp contrast that even her modified body protested against it, and thus Dracarna quickly landed back by the shack before the cramps forced her to crash onto it. She was still smiling like an idiot though, happier than she’d ever been, and immediately began telling Shuijing about literally everything going through her mind before her mage friend stopped her.
“First off, no more diving,” she ordered, “secondly, please don’t subject your body to temperature extremes like that, we don’t know what it’ll do to you. Thirdly, what are you?!”
The last question came so much out of left field that Dracarna could do naught but blink a few times… and then burst into laughter, collapsing onto her side from how ridiculous it sounded, her cackling so genuine that even Toxic and Shuijing had to join in after a few more awkward stares. What did it matter what Dracarna was? The potion worked! She couldn’t be happier, and indeed her friends had to contend with a very excited dragoness stomping about doing something that could charitably be called a victory dance, before Shuijing teleported away and Toxic wisely decided to back off and let her companion get it all out of her system; once she was done, orca-dragon cleared her throat, adopted a far more regal and dignified stance, then worked on returning her body to normal.
It wouldn’t be worth pursuing the potion if it didn’t allow her to go back to her usual self; as much as Dracarna wanted to be able to settle the burning question that led her there and be capable of adapting to any challenge that might be thrown her way, she was still a dragoness, and still preferred that form above all others. Thankfully though, the same process that turned her into an odd orca-dragon hybrid allowed her to return to her normal, draconic form, with only a few minor adjustments being needed after her tail refused to go back to its regular shape. Once done, the dragoness sat back down and waited for the mage to make her next move; it was her alchemical concoction, after all.
Shuijing, meanwhile, was trying her damndest not to break out into joyful hysterics as well, given that this had to be the biggest achievement of her life; not only had she been able to solve a dilemma that had been plaguing chemists for decades, but she did so on a dragon, a creature of such unbelievable magical power that any attempt at altering it almost invariably ended in disaster. She’d be rightfully hailed as a genius the moment she published her findings, but… why stop there? Why stop at mere confirmation that her hypothesis was entirely correct, rather than proceed down that research path and see how far it went? After all, Dracarna just altered her body to be more hydrodynamic and then back without any apparent side-effects, so clearly she was ready to try something new, telling Shuijing that whatever it was the potion did, they hadn’t gotten near its full potential.
“Alright, now that we got this out of the way,” the mage declared, trying to make it sound as if she actually had a plan, “I think it’s time we start experimenting with how strong the potion is. What I want you to do is…”
What followed was a long, complicated list of instructions that Dracarna nonetheless paid as much attention to as she could muster… which wasn’t all that much, considering her mind was racing at the mere thought of the possibilities that the transformative potion gave her. The dragoness wasn’t used to being so airheaded, much less when something important was being relayed to her, but it was hard to keep focused on minutiae when she could be transforming herself into new and exotic forms, far beyond the comprehension of any mortal mind. The only limit in place was her own imagination, or at least that’s what she assumed was true, making it surprisingly difficult to decide what she should be doing next.
“... and then if we have time, we’ll go for something weird, like an insectoid thorax,” Shuijing concluded, having completely missed the fact that the dragoness stopped listening to her several sentences back, “did you catch all that?”
Dracarna nodded, not even bothering to come up with a telepathic reply as she knew that Shuijing would just repeat herself anyway; indeed, it barely took five seconds before the mage began to list off the first things she wanted the dragoness to do, in what was the first step in a long series of tests meant to ascertain the limits of potion the dragoness had been given. Initially, these were quite simple: turn a single one of her legs into something resembling another species, then turn two legs, then four of them all different from one another. It progressed onto her body, and then specific parts of it, such as giving herself bear paws while the limbs attached to them were catlike, all of this contributing to turn her form into a true patchwork of nonsensical insanity that only the oddest of scientific minds would find remotely interesting. It was like a fever dream, albeit one that felt intensely satisfying, and although it took a lot of effort on Dracarna’s part, especially once the requests grew in complexity, it was still a wonderful experience for her. So wonderful, in fact, that she began to wonder whether she should even be limited herself to what Shuijing was asking for.
It’s not that she didn’t like the mage, or thought her ideas were bad, but much like they always did, their interests began to lean away from pure enjoyment and more towards a clinical analysis of variables and other such boring nonsense; she was a woman of science above all things, and that seriously conflicted with what Dracarna herself wanted out of the potion in the first place. She had asked Shuijing not so they could sit around and fill out a chart of transformative powers, but so that she, as a dragoness, could transform herself into something else whenever she so desired. And while she was happy to help her friend with whatever was necessary, she was starting to wonder if she didn’t deserve a little bit of time to explore her boundaries on her own terms, away from the rigid structure of the scientific method. After all, turning into an orca-dragon had been surprisingly easy, and Dracarna certainly enjoyed it well enough that the idea of repeating the stunt seemed more appealing the longer she went without doing it, so why not go… further? It only felt natural.
“Dracarna?”
Her name being called out brought her back down to reality, with both Shuijing and Toxic staring at her with the most worried expressions stamped on their faces. Did something happen while she was absorbed in thought?
“Dracarna, are you alright?” Shuijing repeated herself, “You froze up and your transformations just… stopped. Are you ok?”
There were a lot of ways that she could answer that without further worrying her friends and making them think she might be hiding something inside that head of hers, and not a single one seemed remotely appropriate; Dracarna made it a point of pride never to lie to anyone she cared about, so no, she wasn’t ok… but not in the way that Shuijing and Toxic would think. She wasn’t ok because she was better than ok, she was ecstatic, she was over the damned moon with excitement at the prospects of transformation! And all of this talk about scientific rigour and having to be careful and all that nonsense was, frankly, starting to tire her. Therefore, without a moment’s hesitation, the dragoness shifted herself back to normal, by that point having become experienced enough that all it took was a single thought for it to happen, then turned to face the lake again. She had an idea, based on something she’d seen on the side of a long-lost temple several years ago, an idea that had stuck with her since then. It was colossal in scale and would probably scare her friends half to death before she confirmed that it was still her in there… but it had to happen.
Though Shuijing still called out for her, Dracarna’s mind was set. With each step she took towards the waterline, her body began to change, this time in a far more coherent manner than before: her torso elongated, gaining feet at first and then yards, while her wings receded into her body, whose scales were becoming smoother to the touch, covered in a thin film and far more akin to those found on serpents than anything a self-respecting dragoness would normally put on display. Her tail fattened to match the width of her torso, adding to its length until she started looking far more snake-like than draconic, eventually capped off by her limbs also vanishing into her many elongating coils. Her face was rounded out, completing the picture she had painted in her mind, with her sharp teeth becoming more serrated, her canines growing outwards to be more pronounced, and her tongue lengthening and splitting at the end; it took until the final change, when a dorsal fin erupted from the top of her head and continued to expand all the way down the length of her body, for Shuijing and Toxic to know what had just happened: Dracarna had turned herself into some sort of gigantic sea serpent, one that continued to grow outwards in raw size now that her form was well-established, before slamming onto the surface of the water and creating a wave so high that it almost broke down the mage’s shack from the impact.
Mere seconds later, the new, serpentine Dracarna emerged from the depths once again, only, rather than flying off into the air, she somehow held herself up from the waterline, exposing only half of her full frame. Her tongue lapped at the air, tasting things that she never thought possible; it was a second nose for her, able to detect even the faintest of tastes floating in the wind, perfectly capable of spotting Toxic and Shuijing’s exact position even with her eyes closed. It felt positively heavenly, far more than she could’ve expected to, and that wasn’t even all of it; somehow, her internal biology had been affected more than she intended to, so much so that when she opened her mouth to expel a gout of flame, Dracarna instead produced a hyper-pressurized jet of water, strong enough that when she angled it downwards, it pierced through the lake itself and smashed straight into the lakebed.
Not only that, but her new affinity for the element somehow allowed her to control it far more finely, and within moments Dracarna (or was it Snakarna now?) was creating large, vertical pillars of churning water, rising at least as high as her head before turning into enormous spouts. She was a hatchling again, playing with a new toy, and it was clear to all that saw that she was now taken entirely by the sort of childlike glee that only a tired adult with a brand new loved hobby could ever display.
Though initially reluctant to get anywhere close, the longer Dracarna played around with her new form, the more Toxic became convinced that her friend was actually completely harmless. It still took her a bit before gathering the courage needed to take off, but as soon as she was in the air and heard the quiet giggling for herself, she breathed a sigh of relief and began the approach, circling around that immense, muscular neck of Dracarna’s new form and almost hitting the dorsal fin after failing to realize it actually got bigger whenever her friend flexed it. She was utterly flabbergasted by how different the other dragoness had become, how far the transformation had taken her, so much so that if it weren’t for them paying attention, Toxic would’ve flown directly into one of the water jets flying up from below. It was hard to focus really; Dracarna was gorgeous to look at!
“You know, if you keep flying like that, you’re going to end up smashing into me,” the sea serpent hissed, adoring the sound of her new voice, “and as much as I do like a good hug, I wouldn’t want you to be hurt, so do be careful, hun.”
Her tone was perhaps a bit more seductive than she would’ve wanted it to be, but it was hard for it to go in any other direction; to have that raw sense of power coursing through her was… intoxicating, like the best thing she’d ever experienced in her life failed to even begin to compare to it. Dracarna could see herself staying like that, or maybe turning into her dragoness form again before returning to the serpentine form when next to the coast, spending the rest of her life terrorizing sailors with devilish-but-harmless pranks… but that, too, soon faded. For what would be the point of sticking with the first transformation she liked?
Why not experiment?
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No one told him that being a god would be easy, but he still felt like he got the short end of the stick when it came to housing. Surely, at some point, one among their “greaters” would have looked down at them and realized that their allotted abode was much too small for their current size… though, to be fair, both him and his mate had been significantly smaller when they first moved in, with his better half being wholly responsible for neither of them really fitting in there anymore. It was for this reason that Tarn was so surprised when he walked through the door and didn’t feel the familiar sense of pressure that usually came with attempting to squeeze through the dimensional distortions put in place to house them, but rather a liberating sense of space, like he’d just woken up from a perfectly-rested night and stretched his limbs out in every direction.
The Obstagoon had maybe half a second to appreciate this before something big, fuzzy and extremely squishy hit him at high velocity, all-but toppling him over at the same time as the air was filled with a high-pitched squeal. Suddenly, he was being assaulted from every direction by the most grope-happy Glaceon this side of the pantheon’s universal barrier, a Glaceon who was so excited about something that her whole body seemed to exude raw energy, so much so that she was literally glowing as she snugged against his colossal body. He could’ve done something about it, but doing so would end up being a fool’s errand, because Zera was not herself that day; Zera was a lot bigger.
Not that she hadn’t been large before, but there was a certain amount of scale at play there; neither of them were anything like their “betters” in the pantheon, and even Tarn’s own growth had been exclusively the result of his mate’s actions, who in turn had to abide by the restrictions imposed on the both of them by the rest of the gods they were supposedly peers with. The hierarchy was kept and maintained rigidly though; it didn’t matter how much power one happened to wield or what one was even capable of if one didn’t also go through the long, tedious process of being promoted through the ranks via some asinine trial or bureaucratic request that ended up meaning nothing at all. Zera herself had been trying to get something done about that for (literal) ages, and seeing how much larger she was compared to her usual self, it was clear to the Obstagoon god-consort that she’d managed to do… probably something of worth regarding it.
Only after the tackle-hug abated could he get a good look at what he was dealing with; the Glaceon’s body was still recognizable, even if its proportions had been seriously affected, clearly a sign that it had a heaping number of limitations removed from it. Not only had Zera grown herself to upwards of twenty feet, or at least the closest equivalent in that oddly-distorted realm the two inhabited, but her assets were engorged to such an egregious extent that the only reason she could move at all was because of her divine powers; no one else would be able to handle a bust so large that it easily dragged on the ground even when she stood up, or a pair of asscheeks of dimensions so exaggerated that it was a wonder she wasn’t pinned down by them after throwing herself and her hubby down onto the ground. Then again, this was Zera he was talking about; if she set her mind to something, it would be done.
This was made blatantly clear by just how easily the two of them returned to a standing position, given the sheer size disparity that was now evident between them; the Glaceon’s assets weren’t the only thing that had been given an upgrade, with the goddess now sporting some enormous paws fully capable of enveloping her mate all on their own (and indeed, were the main reason he was so easily pushed to the floor), in addition to a great number of extra ribbons descending from her luxurious mane of hair, ones that seemed to shimmer in and out of their level of existence as they swirled around her in impossible ways. There were thousands of them, millions perhaps, and yet there were never more than a handful at any given point, depending on how closely the Obstagoon happened to look; then again, he probably shouldn’t be surprised that his mate was capable of outright abusing the laws of reality for her own benefit, given that he himself existed in his current form.
He happened to be mundane once, long ago, back when he was still mortal and not involved with a wonderful young woman who ascended to godhood through sheer determination. He used to be able to fit through doors and walk around places designed for people-sized people, not to mention being capable of engaging in more private activities without having to worry about flood warnings and coating entire lower dimensions in his seed. And most of all, he distinctly recalled a time he could afford to get aroused without a substantial chunk of his local pantheon promptly evacuating the premises in preparation for a disaster scenario that, much to his chagrin, inevitably happened, every single time, precisely because Zera was there to egg him on. Not that he cared, obviously; he wouldn’t trade his new life for anything else in the multiverse, not even when he was reminded of how massively over-endowed he was whenever he bumped into a random object and it was atomized by mere contact with his physical frame. Sure, it made social gatherings a bit awkward when he had to be careful not to pec-check someone several miles away, but such was the price to pay for a body as glorious as his.
And a body as glorious as the Glaceon’s, who very much piggybacked off the mutual growth the two were creating for themselves in order to further advance herself up the celestial ladder. For eons she’d been looking for a way to move upwards, and as she very excitedly told him in between a multitude of squeaks and fits of joyous giggling, her overtures towards a promotion had finally been listened to, and her position elevated! Sure, it wasn’t much, and she was still technically on the very bottom rung of the “higher” order of the pantheon of gods, but it was a promotion nonetheless… and one that came with its own set of perks in addition to her being able to let her body loose like she had already: a bigger, wider, more spacious house, better access to the lower dimensions in order to expand her worshipper base, and even an allotment for growth that she could offer to her very own, super-special, hyper-loveable Obstagoon consort who she so desperately wanted to see elevated to an even more perfect physical form.
Poor Tarn barely got a second to realize what this meant in practice before he felt that by-then familiar sensation of warmth and pressure building up inside of him, signalling that his body was being “upgraded” in much the same way it had been before; it was hard for him to even begin to consider what might be left to upgrade, but given the sort of mind that Zera had, he was certain she’d find something about him to make bigger, girthier, meatier or any unholy combination of all three. Or something even more; one never knew with her.
As it turned out, the Glaceon had decided to go with the classic choice: everything. Why bother picking and choosing what to improve and increase about him when she had the power and authorization to just go with “all of the above” several times over and then let him run wild with the infusion of divine might? She herself was already straining the very room they were in, so why even bother pretending they weren’t outgrowing their abode? Tarn couldn’t really tell, but that rumbling he was hearing wasn’t actually coming from Zera, but rather from the effect she was having on their home, which despite the distortions being put in place to house her physical form, simply lacked the strength to hold onto itself without fraying at the edges.
The whole room seemed to tremble and quake simply from the goddess’ mere presence, as if reality itself was being churned away and turned to paste before being reassembled every other second, swimming in front of the Obstagoon’s eyes as he tried to make sense of anything other than the gorgeous beauty in front of him; he was vaguely aware of an aura that permeated everything, as if what he was looking at wasn’t the “real” body, but rather a projection of a place that was too big for him to truly understand; had Zera finally done it? Had she truly transcended and become something so great and unfathomable that even his own inspired mind couldn’t really process it? He certainly hoped that wasn’t the case; after all, that’d mean she had left him behind, and the Zera he knew would never do that.
But no, that was definitely the Glaceon in there, very definitely the same one that he’d met all those years prior; it just so happened that she was so giddy about her new powers that she was having some trouble containing them, especially considering that the house was beginning to annoy her with how tiny it felt. Tarn was right in one thing: their domicile was just not big enough to contain her anymore, and even its current distended state was nothing but her own tampering with its dimensions for the sake of making her new station a surprise to her consort. What the Glaceon really wanted to do was break free of her old home, to fulfill those fantasies of becoming a true giantess of a goddess and to let everyone around her know that’s exactly what she was, to let loose the beast within, if only for a few brief moments before returning to her usual self. And now that her mate was there with her, that’s exactly what she was going to do.
Injecting power into him meant that some of it would inevitably rebound back to her, and seeing as she was entitled to a baseline that never truly ran out, this meant that Zera could effectively get something out of nothing. It wasn’t something she was supposed to do, nor was it anything other than a major oversight on the part of the pantheon above her, but if they hadn’t fixed it in all the time the system had been in place, then she couldn’t really be faulted for exploring all of her options; that was her logic at least, when she kept pouring more and more of her newly allotted divine power straight into the Obstagoon’s body, all while drawing from the endless wellspring of existence to replace the one she had spent… and absorbing the excess being emanated from her loveable fuzzball of a partner as he began to grow and expand in every direction from the sudden assault on his divine form.
Their home was suddenly filled not just by the sounds of sloshing cream and the audible complaints of whatever the construction materials were as they struggled against Zera’s burgeoning power, but now also by the creaking of muscle and groaning of sinew as the goddess’ consort was given the sort of body that he deserved; it was a pity that he didn’t qualify as a god in his own right, or else he might very well have overtaken most of the local pantheon’s fertility deities. Then again, that’s probably why he wasn’t allowed in; the existing gods and goddesses weren’t exactly known for their willingness to abandon their statuses, hence why it took so long before the Glaceon herself was allowed to progress up the ranks, and even then only just barely recognized compared to her true power.
But that was about to change. Zera herself didn’t really want to start rocking the boat, but when one was as gifted as she was, not to mention blessed by a companion as absolutely ravishing and perfect as Tarn, it was hard not to push limits by sheer virtue of existing, so that’s exactly what she set out to do. It wasn’t her intention to break rules or ignore the limitations imposed on her by her “superiors”, it was just hard to focus when the Obstagoon in front of her suddenly developed pecs and neck muscle big enough to completely obfuscate his head, leaving her swooning and desperate for a touch.
Well, a touch or a few thousand, to be fair. With no one else in the house and the promise of a brand new home should her old one prove “insufficient”, there really wasn’t any reason why Zera couldn’t just… enjoy herself. She had countless new ribbons after all; why not put them to good use by wrapping them all around Tarn’s body, squeezing and squishing at every single inch of his bulging, rippling musculature, taking special care to completely cover the full length of his colossal, body-sized cock and the pair of nuts he sported that had to be dragged behind him for mobility? Those got the deluxe treatment: full coverage and constant kneading as her ribbons worked to deliver a high-precision, high-energy massage designed from the ground up to provide as much possible stimulation within as short a timeframe as possible, purely so it could be extended for hours on end as a means of fueling the Obstagoon’s own ascension; after all, what better way of coaxing his body to grow than to make the hunk feel like he was about to explode from how pent-up he was becoming, then keeping him there for as long as possible while his physical form struggled to keep up with the divine power being pumped into it?
It wasn’t so much a science as it was Zera having a lot of kinky fun at reality’s expense, but neither her nor her hubby really cared; what mattered was that the both of them were starting to fill up a room that had been expanded to be able to handle them, and the panelling on the walls, built with materials that were at least supposed to be indestructible, began to crack and shatter as it failed to hold them back. Anyone looking in from outside would be able to tell just where Zera and Tarn were, their forms’ auras perfectly visible even through the bits of the façade that weren’t falling to reveal the interior… and anyone even remotely close to their home, or at least what counted as “close” for those who lived in the pantheon’s higher-dimensional plane, would be able to feel their power as it was magnified far past the point where it was technically allowed to be. Soon enough, the two lovers would burst free from their house, and then things would take a turn for the uncontrollable.
Not that that was a bad thing; after all, if there was anyone in that pantheon that’d be more than happy to spread the love and bring everyone with them on their course upwards, it’d have to be Zera. She’d already brought Tarn along, and the only reason she wasn’t using the significant amounts of power allotted to her to help everyone else around them break free of their bonds was that, frankly, many of them didn’t even want to; the Glaceon didn’t really understand why that was, given how good it felt to allow one’s body to be flooded by divine power to the point where it felt ready to burst, but who was she to start passing judgement on others? All Zera could do was hope that her peers would some day understand that there was more to their existence than just enforcing a strict hierarchy upon one another, one that was both entirely artificial and kept in place purely out of a misbegotten, rigid adherence to order that really didn’t help anyone but the ones at the very top. An egalitarian sentiment, to be sure, but the Glaceon was quite certain she wasn’t wrong there, especially with how much “punishment” was doled out in the form of depowering and banishment to the mortal realms for perceived slights and the smallest of transgressions. And she wanted to fix that.
She wanted to bring forth her new world so that all those around her could live without worry or concern, without having to look over their shoulders every time they wanted to do anything that might be misconstrued as “wrong” or “incorrect”, living in fear of what their “betters” might do to them if they found them disobeying the natural order that was anything but natural at its very core. She wanted everyone to feel what she felt for Tarn in that exact moment: the raw, unfiltered love and adoration that one could only truly experience for another soul that one understood perfectly and could not do without, stretched to infinity and far beyond it, forever and always. It felt like nothing short of a waste to spend time restricting this when reality had so much untapped power to be used, so much raw energy that could be funnelled into improving everyone’s lives and yet was so jealously kept by the upper echelons of the pantheon… but now that they’d given her the slightest of tastes, effectively just opening a pinprick-sized hole into the veil so that she might drink deeply and greedily, now Zera could work towards giving everyone what she herself had.
Of course, such wanton disregard for protocol and basic decency wouldn’t go unnoticed by the other gods, who immediately proceeded to try and stop what was happening from going any further. Unfortunately for them, the Glaceon had accounted for this; her home was still in the “outskirts”, for lack of a better word, of the higher plane where divinities made their home, surrounded on all sides by deities that were, at least as of a couple of hours back, of a lower rank than her. And while titles were meaningless when it came to cutting down a rogue element to size, they did come with a series of perks attached to them; specifically, so much more power to wield that there really was nothing that anyone could do to stop either Zera or Tarn in their ascension towards the center of their higher-dimensional home.
Energy was poured into the Obstagoon, who grew and swelled and bloated and expanded until the very air seemed to rumble with the vibrations coming from their burgeoning musculature, and while most of it would remain within his body, a substantial amount would escape back into the aether in an attempt to dissipate into the background fabric of reality… an attempt that would be frustrated by Zera herself harvesting this energy and making good use of it before it escaped from her grasp, adding it to her own body in a way that could only really be described as self-indulgent. It was a bit of a gift to herself; she was going to share the bounty with everyone else after all, so why not have a little bit of fun before doing so? Adding a few more tons to each of her breasts, multiplying the amount of ribbons she had until even the perception filter keeping them hidden began to break down, improving her aura’s strength to the point where she could probably be seen on the other side a mile-thick sheet of lead, all while continuously dumping more and more of this borrowed power straight back into the Obstagoon beneath her, intensifying the physics abuse and multiplying how much energy she was “stealing” from, effectively, nothing.
It was a free lunch, and not one that any god around them could do anything to take away after the couple’s house exploded into tiny, shredded bits of whatever it was that made up its construction materials, the clouds of thin powder settling everywhere for a few moments before the two individuals responsible for their existence barrelled over everything around them. It was hard to contain themselves, not when they were enjoying one another’s presence so much; even when Tarn’s body became so engorged that he was having trouble moving his arms around, courtesy of his oversized biceps and raw muscle power making it difficult to execute any motions without shattering large parts of the landscape, it was still nothing short of utter bliss for the two of them. Besides, Zera was more than happy to take the initiative and lead the way when it came to their private time together, and that occasion would be no different in that regard… just in every other.
She could feel them in the distance, the very same gods that had granted her access to this new wellspring of divine energy, all of them looking in her general direction as the power spike alerted them to a rogue ascension they all had to do something about. While normally they would go out of their way to mobilize all members of the pantheon to halt it before it could go anywhere, this time it would be different; none of them truly realized just what they were dealing with when it came to Zera, just what sort of impossibly resistant willpower they were marshalling their forces against. This wasn’t some two-bit minor god who happened to be birthed into existence because a planet somewhere all collectively agreed upon their existence, this was a perfectly unassuming Glaceon who made herself into a goddess through sheer grit and determination. It was a case so rare that they didn’t want to accept her at first, but figured that it’d be best to give her some leeway before she did something stupid like physically walk into their hallowed halls and try stealing their power for herself.
Not that she’d ever do that… the second part, at least. It demonstrated a profound lack of understanding on the senior deities’ part that they’d ever think Zera would steal anything from anyone, even stuffy old codgers like them, rather than simply trying to make them understand how much better it would be if they just shared some of their power with others. Even now, when she could very well forcefully take everything for her before giving it back, she didn’t want to; it was a matter of personal pride and ethics, and Zera was not about to compromise the latter just because it was somewhat convenient. No, best if she and Tarn simply grew so mighty and powerful that reality itself would be unable to hold them back anymore, which at that point would result in every artificial veil being ripped open and every last bit of power that had been held back from her peers rushing in to bless everything to whatever degree they felt like being blessed. It’d be true freedom, which was only made sweeter by the methods used to get there.
Truth be told, much of this was only running on backburner in the very deepest recesses of Zera’s mind, because the Glaceon was too busy having fun with her mate to really put any of her more complex plans into words… or even think about them too much, to be quite honest. They were still there, guiding her every move in ways that defied explanation and common sense, but her body was more or less running on auto-pilot with these vague instructions telling it where to go, seeing as her mind was too concerned with sharing this everlasting moment of intimate love with Tarn to really truly “think” about anything else.
Why waste time and brainpower on complex power dynamics when she could put them to better use making the Obstagoon even bigger than before, his muscles rippling and bulging to such a degree that he was becoming a landscape unto himself? It was one thing for her to improve and engorge her own body until she had to start using distortions in order to keep herself in one piece and not scattered across the backdrop of existence, but her better half would suffer no such indignity; he was, after all, not a god like her, but a “mere” ascended mortal who just so happened to be given special passage thanks to the Glaceon’s unique condition. But not anymore.
The only thing separating a mortal from godhood was, frankly, a bunch of old coots deciding that the latter was now their state of existence, and even then it was nothing more than the end result of enough divine energy being pumped into one’s body until it began to dissipate into reality at a base level. That’s the state that Zera was at, actually, with her “real” body being more accurately described as an all-permeating universal constant gifted with sentience and a certain degree of control over how it manifested itself. Tarn though, Tarn was physical and very much solid, hence his issues with controlling his own immense might, especially when the two of them got too frisky and flooding happened for several days straight.
Now though, now he wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore, because that thin trickle of empowering mannah that had been provided for Zera had begun to widen from how much she abused it, the sheer amount of raw, unfiltered power being siphoned from it enough to start tearing dimensional veils, even those that weren’t her own! All around their divine plane, “minor” deities suddenly found themselves growing and bulging out as well, with even some “major” ones discovering it was getting hard to control themselves in maintaining their chosen forms. The natural order was being upended, and all because Zera really, really wanted to share her state of being with her loveable Obstagoon.
He wasn’t about to complain though; hell, at that point, Tarn barely had a mind left to complain about anything at all, what with it being monopolized by the onslaught of incomprehensible sensations he lacked the ability to process. He still called for Zera’s name, still begged her for more, unending, unflappable, still pleaded for her to never stop even when part of him believed he was about to pop; and the Glaceon never would stop, not until the giant began to melt into everything. Not literally, of course, but that’s the closest analogy she could think of; rather than exploding and painting the landscape in a gruesome colour, or simply outgrowing everything the good old fashioned way, Tarn instead began to “disappear”, his body seemingly vanishing for a few seconds as it faded away into the currents of reality itself… right before something clicked in his mind and the Obstagoon-shaped pile of muscles willed himself back into reality with the body that he’d just left it in, almost as if nothing happened.
But both of them knew better; both of them knew that, despite everyone seeing them as two colossal titans obliterating every structure in the eternal city of the gods on the way to the palace at the very center, the real lovemaking, the real intimacy shared between the two had moved to several dimensional layers above and below, as their true selves stretched that perfect moment for all of eternity, again and again, through countless universes that weren’t their own. It was perfection, it was bliss, and above all, it was fuel.
From there, it just wasn’t possible to hold back any longer. The two of them weren’t even trying, obviously, but as soon as their selves were extended throughout existence as two mutually dependent constants, the moment that the Obstagoon’s sense of self was stretched throughout the whole of time, space and every other dimension that mortals yet failed to grasp, was the same one that their fates were entwined and neither Tarn nor Zera could really exist without one another. It was something that other gods refused to do, as it was seen as a sign of weakness, but again, those two knew better; to surrender themselves to one another, to put their very existence in the hands of their partner, their other half, was to enshrine their love as eternal, enduring, everlasting, capable of withstanding anything that reality might throw at it and only grow stronger because of it. It wasn’t weakness, but the greatest of strengths, and they were going to show that to everyone.
Power was overwhelming, barriers were broken, laws and rules utterly destroyed as the Glaceon and Obstagoon couple continued to grow, or at least their avatars did. Their true selves occupied more and more of the multiversal harmony of strings that composed meta-existence itself, and soon enough the two would emerge into the interstitial not-space between realities, outside the bridges created by the gods themselves, filling it with more of themselves until all of everything was bathed in their eternal adoration for one another, as opposed to the dreadful emptiness that had been there before.
They would continue to grow until even their pseudo-physical selves became too large to exist and they too had to melt back into the fabric of existence as a sort of double-ascension for which no one really had any words to describe. And they would do this again, and again, forevermore and never stopping, until they were satisfied that everyone, every last single soul in the whole of reality and all of its outskirts, felt the same amount of bliss and happiness that the two of them did, intertwined in one another’s arms and unwilling to let go for any reason whatsoever. It would be a new golden age, a paradise so unfathomable that even the “greatest” of the extant gods would be unable to understand it; as they should, seeing as how they too had to broaden their horizons a little bit, get away from their places of comfort and see the ascension of their “lessers” for what it truly was: not an act of rebellion, not hate or spite, but something far better.
Love.
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Title: Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 03
Tags: gay novella, gay cowboy, gay rural, gay anal sex, gay oral sex, hairy, twinks, rimming, masturbation, first times
*There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.*
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Mitch woke slowly, predawn light filtering through the window shades. He had awakened with his face buried against Darrin's neck. He always enjoyed how Darrin smelled, a wonderful combination of musky earthiness and aroma of his bath soap. Mitch inhaled deeply, held it, and then slowly exhaled. Darrin's scent was a stronger stimulant for him than any drugs. He inhaled again, enjoying the curling tendrils of pheromones that assaulted his brain. He tilted his head slightly and kissed the back of Darrin's neck, getting a slight taste of masculinity with each touch of his lips. Mitch lost himself in exploration of his husband, focused on the smells and tastes that he was finding. He was jerked from his musings when Darrin spoke.
"I love it when you do that," said Darrin with a rumble.
Mitch reached up and kissed along Darrin's ear. "I love how you smell in the morning."
Darrin chuckled as he turned to Mitch. "Aren't you the lover that makes fun of me when I say you smell yummy."
Mitch laughed, pressed his lips against Darrin's and then separated slowly. "I better be your only lover; and you like me when I'm ripe and sweaty. That's not the same thing at all."
Darrin smiled and stretched, "It's nectar of the gods, you know."
"Hmm, maybe I need to find some of that shit," said Mitch. He smiled and then disappeared under the covers. Mitch kissed along Darrin's bare torso and ran his hands through Darrin's groin, enjoying the textures he found. Taking Darrin's rapidly hardening cock in his fist, Mitch squeezed its stiffening shaft and then slapped it against his scruffy face. Moving back slightly, Mitch pressed his lips against the expanding tip of Darrin's glans, and sucked. The clear juice that flowed into his mouth elicited a small sigh. As he moved to take the now stiff cock in his mouth, the sheet lifted and Darrin's smiling face was framed against the white background.
"Come up here, sexy. I wanna make out with my handsome man," said Darrin.
Mitch crawled upward, letting his body glide over Darrin as he moved closer. With their hard cocks sliding over each other, Mitch sighed and enjoyed the sensations of their crotches grinding together. For several long minutes he enjoyed the heady feeling of their hard cocks interacting before moving higher. Their bodies intertwined, he took Darrin's face in his hands and kissed him passionately. Their heated kisses continued as time unwound, building their levels of desire. The precum leaking from their now steel-hard cocks created a slickly coated tangle of manhood. Mitch pinned Darrin under him and started humping his torso. The coarse hair rubbing against the tender underside of his dick sent waves of ecstasy through Mitch's body. He let out a loud moan as he felt his orgasm gathering. With one last hard push against Darrin, his balls emptied their content. The hot semen raced through his system, his body tensing and his cock convulsing between them. Mitch was overwhelmed with sensations as his dick belched out huge quantities of cum. By the time the last wave emptied from Mitch's body, he was spent and collapsed onto Darrin.
"Oh shit," said Mitch between gasps of air. "That was damn good!"
Darrin smirked and ran his hands down Mitch's back and over his hairy ass. "One of us is not finished . . ."
Mitch smiled and wrapped his hand around Darrin's dripping wet cock. He slowly teased Darrin with the first few strokes and then began rapidly pumping his steely member. Darrin's legs were soon trembling as his orgasm barreled from his nuts. Mitch's hand continued its rapid dance over his cock, Darrin's body locked and his feet curled as the first volley erupted from his cock. Watery cum squirted out in thick streams that added to the pool of jizz already coating him. As the last tremors shook him violently, Mitch striped the last bit of cum from Darrin's cock. Sucking the juice into his mouth, he relished the pungent reward.
Mitch lay against Darrin and cuddled, relishing the feeling of cum thinning and slowly trickling off their bodies. Darrin kissed Mitch gently and looked at the results of their lovemaking.
"As much as I'd love to cuddle with you all day, I think we need to clean up," said Darrin.
"Yeah," said Mitch, leaning in for a kiss. "I have to ride that south pasture again. Those steers are just aching for another hole to get out. Besides, I haven't had a chance to take Storm out since we brought 'em back from my parents. He and Lady haven't been rode enough and are kinda lazy."
Darrin laughed as he sat up on the side of the bed, his feet hitting the hardwood floors. "Well, your mother spoiled them. They didn't get that much attention when we had them at school."
Mitch nodded in agreement and headed to the shower while Darrin cleaned first himself and then stripped the bed. Soon they switched roles and between the two of them any evidence of their early morning tryst was eliminated. They chatted about what needed to be accomplished during the weekend while they ate breakfast. Once they finished breakfast, Darrin banged on Josh's door and yelled for him to get up. With that they left the house together. Darrin followed Mitch to the corral, chatting with him while he saddled Storm. Darrin stole a kiss just before Mitch swung into the saddle and then watch as his man moved Storm into a lope toward the pastures. Shaking himself from his preoccupation, Darrin turned to begin working on his list of chores.
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"Darrin! Oh fuck, Darrin! Where the hell are you!" screamed Josh.
"I'm right here, Josh. What's wrong?" said Darrin as he walked out of the hay barn.
"Storm is back!"
"Yeah, Mitch said it wouldn't take very long."
"No! Storm is back, but Mitch isn't."
"Ohmygod!" muttered Darrin as he broke into a run. Checking the corral he saw that Josh was right. The horse was back but was still had on all its tack. In the futile hope that Josh had just missed Mitch, he sprinted to the other buildings. But Mitch was nowhere to be found. Running back to the barn, he jumped onto the ATV; turning he found Josh had shadowed him and had a look of shear panic on his face.
"Josh, get the pickup. Mitch was going to check the south pasture. Something's happened, hopefully Storm just bucked him off and we'll meet him walking back to the house," said Darrin.
"Yeah. Ok," said Josh, his face ghostly white.
With Josh's acknowledgment, Darrin ripped the ATV into full throttle and started searching the pasture. The minutes raced by as Darrin quickly worked his way along the fence. He heard the rumble of their pickup as Josh searched from the other direction. But time passed quickly with neither of them finding Mitch. The panic was building in Darrin, his mind imagining the worst. His anxiety was becoming overwhelming when he heard the pickup horn blaring through the quiet fall afternoon.
Darrin turned the ATV and raced toward the sound. Feeling like he was traveling through molasses, the seconds it took to reach Josh seemed interminable. Rounding a large stand of cedars, he saw the pickup parked at the edge of the creek embankment. Darrin wheeled in, jumping from the vehicle before it had stopped rolling and ran to the edge. In horror he looked down at his darkest nightmare. Lying at the bottom of a 15-foot embankment was Mitch's twisted body with Josh standing helplessly over him. Darrin looked at the travesty of his husband crumbled in the red mud and sandstone rocks of the creek. With a heart-rending sob, Darrin launched himself over the edge and plunged to his lovers broken body. Splashing through the slurry, he dropped to his knees by Mitch's head and lifted it. Tears rolled down his face as overwhelming grief gripped him. What would he do without Mitch? Mitch was who kept him sane. Distantly through his anguish he realized Josh was standing beside him, tears streaking his dust covered face. Holding Mitch hard against him, Darrin started rocking back and forth as he sobbed.
"Not so tight, stud. My head hurts."
Josh and Darrin both jumped at the soft words uttered from Mitch's mouth. "Mitch? Mitch! Oh fuck! I thought I'd lost you," cried Darrin.
"Fucking hell, leg hurts like a mother fucker," muttered Mitch. Suddenly Mitch tried to sit up and fell back with a moan, "Where's Storm? Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he's fine. He came back to the corral. That's how we knew to look for you," said Darrin.
Mitch chuckled weakly, "He didn't want to go to the edge. I had a bitch of a time getting him close. I guess he knew more than I did," said Mitch. As he tried to move again he went rigid as the pain surged over him.
Darrin turned to Josh and started giving instructions. "Get back to the pickup. Call 911. You probably won't get a signal in this hole. Tell 'em where we are. Mitch is going to need an ambulance."
Josh nodded and scrambled on hands and knees back up the creek bank. Darrin distantly heard the pickup roar off and then his world narrowed to Mitch. Oblivious to everything but his husband, Darrin held his again unconscious man. Listening to each breath Mitch took, Darrin was thankful Mitch was still alive. Hours seemed to pass before Josh was back and sliding down the bank to them.
"They're coming! The EMT's are on their way. They're from around here so they know where we are. And just in case I gave them the GPS coordinates that I got off your phone."
Darrin reached out a mud stained hand and patted Josh's shoulder, "You did great. Just great." Darrin turned back to the unconscious form in his lap and whispered, "They'll be here soon."
The two of them talked softly to each other, and Mitch as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Soon Darrin could hear the faint sound of sirens but the wait was interminable before he heard they stopped. Seconds later he looked up to find three impassioned faces looking down at them from the edge of the creek embankment.
"Hey," said one of them, "I'm Jeff, this is Marc and that's Sue. We'll have you out in no time. Just stay calm. Give us a second and we'll be down."
Good to his word, in very short order, Jeff and Sue were at the bottom of the creek evaluating Mitch's condition. They relayed the information to Marc who was talking to the hospital. Their calm and professional demeanor went a long way to reassuring Darrin. Once they completed their assessment, Sue squatted on the bank beside Darrin.
"Sir, we need to ask you a few questions."
"Sure, whatever you need," said Darrin as he tried to wipe his face on his arm.
"Excellent . . ." with that she started down the list of standard questions. Darrin didn't even consider his response when asked for his relationship to the patient. While Darrin didn't note the EMT's brief pause, Josh did and hoped it wasn't going to mean trouble later. By the time the questions were answered and Darrin looked up again, there were additional people on the bank above them. He recognized Doug, but there were others who he didn't remember. As long as they were helping, Darrin didn't care. He heard plans being discussed on how to get Mitch out of the creek, but Darrin's focus was on the man he was holding. Suddenly he was surrounded by people who were intensely working to get Mitch out.
The next few minutes were agony for Darrin as he watched them strap Mitch into a basket stretcher. They were as gentle as possible, and had already injected Mitch with all the painkiller his injuries would allow. Darrin saw a tow cable slither down the bank and looked up, realizing that Doug had moved his pickup so they could pull Mitch out with the winch on it. More men piled over the edge to help carry Mitch out. Darrin grabbed a corner and started up the bank with the others as they slowly climbed the steep slope. But it was still not an easy operation and several times Darrin wished Mitch would lapse into unconsciousness until it was over to spare him the obvious agony.
Once they finally reached the top, Darrin moved to the side to catch his breath. As he looked around, he realized people moving with hurried efficiency surrounded them. Some he recognized from the night of the fire, others he couldn't remember ever seeing. Recovered from the climb, Darrin moved beside the stretcher as they carried Mitch to the waiting ambulance. When Darrin tried to follow he was stopped when one of the EMT's stepped in front of him.
"I'm sorry, sir. But you can't ride in the ambulance."
"What?"
"Sorry, sir. Even if you were married you couldn't, it's against company policy."
Darrin glanced up in time to see the EMT turn red as he realized what he'd said. Darrin glared at the man but kept quiet, his focus on getting Mitch to the hospital as quick as possible, and a scene right now would not help.
"Yeah, ok. I'll follow in the pickup," said Darrin with a calm that didn't feel.
The crew visibly relaxed and quickly readied Mitch for the long drive to the nearest hospital. It was soon inching its way across the pasture. Turning back, Darrin could see the crowd was dispersing. He stood dazed for a few moments as he tried to gather his thoughts. He jumped slightly when Doug's large hand landed on his back.
"You ok, Darrin?" asked Doug.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's just . . ." Darrin said with a shudder, "I thought at first that he was dead."
Doug nodded and watched as Josh walked up, not looking any better than Darrin. Turning back he asked, "You need a ride to the hospital? It'd probably be best if you weren't driving."
Before Darrin could answer, Josh said, "I've got it, Mr. Parker."
Doug looked at Josh for a long minute and then nodded. "Well ok, let us know if you need anything. I'm sure Mitch is going to be out of commission for a while. Just let us know what we can do to help."
"I will Doug, and thanks."
Watching as Doug turned to leave, Darrin shook his head. It was amazing what a difference one generation could make, because Doug was certainly nothing like his mother. Turning back to Josh he clasped the young man on the shoulder.
"Let's go, Josh. I want to follow the ambulance to the hospital."
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Darrin rushed into the emergency room with Josh tight on his heels. Pausing for a second to get his bearings he spotted the desk and ran over to it.
"Mitch McRichards was just brought in. Where is he?"
The older woman behind the desk looked at Darrin over the top of her glasses and then started typing on her computer.
"McRichards, yes. He's in ICU. It's immediate family only."
"I'm his husband. I need to be with there!" Darrin said in barely constrained frustration.
"I'm sorry, sir. It's immediate family only. Hospital policy does not consider domestic unions immediate family," said the woman with a scowl on her face.
"What! You will let me in or I'll tear this hospital apart brick by brick to get to him!" screamed Darrin in frustration.
"Sir! You will need to keep your voice down. There's no reason to yell."
"No reason to yell my ass! My husband is in intensive care and he could be dying and you're telling me I can't be with him. What the fuck is that!"
"Sir. If you can't control yourself I'll have security escort you out of the hospital."
Darrin inhaled to unleash a storm of frustrations when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Snapping his head back he saw that Sheriff White Cloud standing beside him.
"Darrin, what's the problem?"
"Mitch was hurt bad. He and his horse fell down a creek bank. And she won't let me in to be with him." Darrin explained. His body was starting to shake from the stress and frustration. He was glad the Sheriff was there, but didn't know what could be done. All he knew was that he wasn't with the person he loved most when he was seriously injured.
The woman bristled visibly and sank back into her seat. "You know the hospital policies, Jim. I can't just let everyone in."
The Sheriff leaned forward with a look that didn't bode well for the obstinate woman. "What do you think the hospital, and its spiffy clean administrators in Oklahoma City would think of you not letting a loved one back to see someone in ICU."
The woman seemed to be softening for a minute, then her resolve settled in again. "It's their rules, not mine. Sorry."
Jim's face darkened and he leaned in close to the woman. Darrin prepared himself for a verbal tirade. The next words from the sheriff caught him completely by surprise.
"Wanda. These boys are two-spirits. Do you want Nanna to come talk with you?"
The short woman blanched and looked away, then she turned to Darrin, "Room E7."
Darrin smiled at the Sheriff and started down the hallway she had indicated, with Josh and the Sheriff trailed behind. When Wanda saw Josh she stopped them again.
"Hey! I said him," she pointed at Darrin, "Not you. How are you related."
Josh got a look of panic and glanced at Darrin. Determination quickly replaced the panic and he turned back to the woman.
"I'm their son, and I'm going to see my Dad!"
The woman started to argue, and then surrendered. "Fine. Whatever. Go!"
The trio walked rapidly down the hallway. As they moved past open doors, Darrin looked at Jim with a quizzical look on his face. "Who's Nanna?"
"My grandmother," said the Sheriff.
Darrin was taken aback, but it quickly left him as they walked into the room. Darrin moved to one side and Josh the other, trying to stay out of the way but wanting Mitch to know he wasn't alone. Soon the nurses had him prepped for surgery and were wheeling Mitch out of the room. Darrin and Josh were directed to the waiting room and sat in tense frustration as the minutes crept by.
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Mitch looked around the room through blurry eyes. He saw Josh, sound asleep, in one of the chairs. Smiling to himself he watched Josh turn in his sleep and wipe the drool off his face. He heard a soft sound beside him and turned to find Darrin beside the bed.
"Hello, sleepy. How are we feeling," said Darrin.
Mitch cleared his throat and smiled, "I'm not sure how 'we' are feeling, but I think I'm on some damn good drugs."
Darrin chuckled, "Yeah, you're right. Do you need anything? Is there something I can get you?"
"Water."
Darrin lifted a cup of ice the nurse had left for Mitch and dug out a spoonful, feeding it to Mitch. While he continued to spoon feed him ice chips, Darrin inwardly grimaced at the sight of his normally vibrant husband stretched out on a hospital bed surrounded with machines and tubes. As he sat the cup down, the door opened and the doctor came in. He looked over Mitch, checked his stats and then smiled.
"Well Mr. McRichards. How are we feeling? How is the pain?"
Mitch suppressed a laugh at the second 'we' in so few seconds but answered the question, "It's good. My throat is dry, but otherwise I don't feel that bad. How am I?"
"All things considered, you're in remarkable shape. It certainly could have been worse. You have a concussion and your leg has multiple breaks. You were lucky, the orthopedic surgeon was here from Oklahoma City on his weekly visit when you came in, and he's one of the best in the state. So you got excellent care."
"So what's the prognosis, Doc?" asked Mitch.
"A couple of days of observation for the concussion and then you can go home. In a few months you should be back to 100%."
"Months? How many months?"
"Oh, six or eight. You can start physical therapy once the incision heals. Six months of PT and you should be good to go. They'll work with you and the crutches too. You shouldn't need them for more than a month or so."
Mitch looked at Darrin in panic at the length of his recovery. Expecting to see him equally distressed, Darrin's broad smile confused Mitch. But he'd slept through most of the drama of the last 24 hours, including the minutes when Darrin thought he'd lost Mitch. For Darrin, needing to take care of Mitch for eight months was fine, just fine.
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Outside it was early winter, but the climate inside was more like a spring hell-bringer thunderstorm. After three weeks of being stuck inside on crutches, not being able to drive or put any weight on the leg, and dealing with three days a week of physical therapy, Mitch was not fit to be around. He had chewed Josh's ass a few days ago for some imagined fault and had cornered off with Darrin just before he left for work that morning.
He'd spent the day trying to get something done with the ranch accounts, but was having trouble focusing. Mitch saw himself as the one to do the physical work on their ranch, and now that he couldn't fulfill that role, he was miserable and made everyone around him miserable too. Adding to his general unhappiness for the last several days was the construction crew that Darrin had hired to work on their bathroom. Personally, Mitch thought Darrin's timing sucked.
The sound of the front door opening somehow served to reinforce his sense of ineptitude. But Darrin's arrival gave Mitch's frustration a target.
"Nice of you to visit home. Glad you could work me in."
"Hi Mitch, glad to see you too," said Darrin.
"Well I have your fuck'n dinner ready if you fuck'n care."
"Thanks. You already ate?"
"Yeah, whatever. It tastes like shit," muttered Mitch.
Darrin made himself a small plate and sat down across from the couch where Mitch was sprawled. He glared at Darrin with misplaced rage, keeping his arms folded across his chest as Darrin ate. Darrin finished his spartan meal, coming back to sit beside Mitch's head after he'd dropped his dishes in the sink.
"I have a surprise for you."
"What? New boots? Can't fuck'n put 'em on so don't bother," grumbled Mitch.
"Come on, bitchy. Get up. I want you to see the bathroom," said Darrin.
Darrin watched as Mitch got on his crutches. Unobtrusively holding his hand behind Mitch to catch him if he lost his balance, they moved slowly to the bathroom. Once through the door, Mitch could see a huge cardboard box in one corner, wrapped with an enormous red bow.
"What the hell?" muttered Mitch.
"Well, open it and see," said Darrin. Handing Mitch a cord he added, " Just pull this."
With a frown on his face, he tugged and the box collapsed to reveal a huge new shower. Mitch stared at it for a few minutes, remembering their shared showers during last year's spring break and his tense muscles relaxed slightly.
Before Mitch could comprehend it all Darrin added; "It's handicap accessible too. There's a bench and handholds. All the heads are adjustable. All the cool crap I could find."
A smile finally crept across Mitch's face and he looked at Darrin.
"This is so great! And I've been a complete asshole."
"Yes, you have. You won't get any argument from me. And if you don't quit hurting Josh's feelings, I'm going to break your other leg. Every time you yell at him, he pouts for days. He's not me you know. I know you're an old softie, he doesn't."
"I know, I know," said Mitch with a sigh.
"Well?" said Darrin with a smile, "Wanna take it for a spin?"
"Sure. But I'm gonna need some help with my clothes."
"I've never minded stripping your clothes off, babe. Never."
Darrin moved with practiced ease as he helped Mitch strip and then get into the shower. Darrin adjusted the warm spray so it cascaded against Mitch's body from all sides. He watched Mitch relaxing under the jets of water as he stripped. Stepping in behind Mitch, he took the hand shower and slowly ran the hot water over Mitch's body, carefully avoiding the new scar. Once he had finished the water massage, Darrin squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and started washing Mitch's hair.
"Oh babe, that really feels good," said Mitch with a sigh.
"Good. If you will promise to quit biting our heads off we can make this a regular thing while you're recovering."
Mitch closed his eyes and nodded in agreement as Darrin gently worked the soap into his short hair. Darrin carefully rinsed the shampoo off Mitch, then leaned down and kissed his forehead. Taking the washcloth in his hand, he coated it with liquid soap and started gently washing Mitch's body. As he moved across Mitch's muscular chest, Darrin spent extra time soaping his nipples. Soon Mitch was leaning against Darrin and both of them were sporting full-blown erections. Darrin tenderly washed Mitch's groin, enjoying the swirls of patterns the soap and Mitch's body hair were creating. Working carefully he soaped Mitch ass and let his finger slip slightly inside Mitch's tight hole. Mitch moaned at Darrin's slight penetration.
"Oh hell. That feels so good. I haven't got off since that morning before the accident. God, I'm horny as hell," said Mitch through a chorus of sighs.
Darrin moved in front of Mitch and started washing his legs. Mitch spread them as the sensations built, his cock jerking with each swipe of the cloth. Darrin reached his feet and started washing them carefully, rubbing gently between each toe as he enjoyed the sight of Mitch, eyes closed and cock throbbing as Darrin cleaned his body. Finishing with the last square inch of skin, Darrin again worked the handheld shower slowly over Mitch. He enjoyed the intimacy that they hadn't been able to have since the accident. Once he had washed the last traces of soap from Mitch's body Darrin put the shower back in the holder and started rubbing Mitch's back. He could feel Mitch's labored breathing as he came back from the edge of orgasm.
"I think we should move this to the bed so you can be more comfortable," Darrin whispered to Mitch. His nod of acceptance was all Darrin needed. Turning off the shower, he dried himself and then Mitch. Providing the support Mitch needed, they moved to the bed and Darrin helped Mitch slowly lower himself to sit on its edge.
"Lay on your face, cutie. I want to munch on that prime Mitch ass," said Darrin in a theatrical growl.
Mitch practically giggled at the fake voice as he moved into position. Playing the role he responded in a high falsetto. "Oh my, how will I ever survive the assault on my virginity?"
Darrin laughed softly and knelt between Mitch's spread legs and opened his ass cheeks, inhaling deeply. Looking up at Mitch he quipped, "I believe I have relieved you of your virginity numerous times now, Sir Studly, but I am going to happily take it again."
With that he leaned down and licked Mitch from scrotum to lower back. Concentrating on the brown pucker in front of him, he tenderly started licking from its center out. Over and over again his tongue gently worked Mitch's tender hole. As it relaxed under the attention, he gently put the tip of his tongue inside Mitch's ass and wiggled it.
"Ohmygod! I swear! I'm about to jizz that feels so fuck'n good!"
Darrin moved his face away, rubbing Mitch's hairy ass cheeks as his own breathing sped up in response to their lovemaking. He knew their abstinence had been necessary for Mitch's recovery, but he'd sorely missed their times together.
"Not yet, babe. I want this to last. I've missed touching you so much. I just want you to enjoy the ride," said Darrin.
Mitch grunted and then relaxed against the bed as Darrin slid one of his fingers inside his trench and started rubbing back and forth over his twitching hole. Darrin laid down behind Mitch, wedging his face into his butt and began a full attack on the tender hole in front of him. Darrin's tongue teased and prodded as it worked to loosen Mitch's hole. For long minutes he forged deeper and deeper into Mitch's ass. Then using his teeth, he nipped at the puckered entrance. Soon Mitch's hole was loose and swollen from Darrin's careful work. His fingers were prying Mitch's hole open wider as his tongue demanded entry. As his assault continued, Mitch moaned louder and louder, his body trembling as his need for release built.
"Oh god, fuck me, please just fuck me," begged Mitch.
Darrin leaned down with a look of regret on his face and softly said, "I can't, babe. You can't have weight on you." Darrin kissed Mitch softly on the back and ran his hand up the perfect body under him. "But I have plans. You'll explode soon, babe. Don't worry."
"Shit. I can't take much more. My fuck'n cock is so hard it hurts."
Darrin smiled lustfully and then lunged back into Mitch's ass. His tongue dove into Mitch, burying itself in him again and again. Soon Mitch was moaning at the top of his voice. Darrin knew the passion was overriding some of the pain, and was concerned Mitch would over-reach, reversing some of the healing. With a final lick, Darrin reluctantly removed his face from between Mitch's ass cheeks.
"Turn over, babe. I wanna suck you dry!"
With a groan and a slight struggle Mitch rolled to his back. His cock was at full mast and leaking precum in massive quantities. Darrin knew Mitch couldn't take much more teasing, so he concentrated on his ultimate goal, Mitch's thick dick. Pressing his lips against the slit, Darrin sucked. Clear man nectar flooded his mouth and his own desire ratcheted up several notches. Darrin gently started fondling Mitch's nuts as he took the diamond hard cock down his throat. Quickly he moved into action, tugging Mitch's nuts while he deep throated his randy cock. Almost immediately Darrin felt Mitch begin to tense with an impending orgasm.
"Oh yes! Hell yes! I'm about to blow," screamed Mitch.
Darrin released Mitch's balls and drove his face down on Mitch's rod. Once his lips were pressed into Mitch's pubic hair, he rested for a second to enjoy the sensation of hard dick filling his throat. Realizing that Mitch was panting with need, Darrin started plunging his mouth up and down on Mitch. Twisting and stroking, Darrin raced to send Mitch over the edge. Almost immediately Mitch let out a guttural scream.
"Fuck! Oh, holy shit!"
With that Mitch started flooding Darrin's mouth. Mitch's weeks of pent up semen filled his mouth until it was leaking around Darrin's tight lips. Swallowing quickly, he still couldn't contain the flow. Darrin pulled off, grabbed the squirting member and started pounding up and down on the shaft. Shot after shot erupted from Mitch's writhing cock as his balls emptied their pent up load. When the ejaculation finally slowed, Darrin and Mitch were coated with his essence. Darrin sucked Mitch's cock into his mouth and nursed it for the last drops of cum. Gently he sucked and licked until the cock slipped from his lips, completely soft. Running his tongue over Mitch's over-heated body, he softly licked up pools of cum. Sucking the last puddle into his mouth, he moved beside Mitch and kissed him softly, letting some of the seed slide between them. As they kissed, white jizz coated their lips. After several long delicious minutes, they broke the kiss with an audible note.
"Oh hell," said Mitch softly, "That was fuck'n amazing."
"Oh yeah, it was," said Darrin held Mitch gently.
Mitch looked into Darrin's eyes and smiled, "Oh we're not done yet, stud. I can feel your pecker trying to burrow into my side."
"It's ok, Mitch. I just wanted for you to feel good."
Mitch laughed, "I feel fuck'n fantastic! Now move up here so I can suck some dick."
"Really, you don't—"
"Darrin, if I don't have dick in my mouth in 10 seconds I will—"
Darrin stopped the discussion by shoving his swollen cock against Mitch's lips. With a twinkle in his eyes, Mitch opened his lips and Darrin pressed forward. Gently at first, but with building urgency, Darrin thrust his rod into Mitch's mouth. His hot lips and Darrin's overwhelming desire eliminated any chance of lasting. Instantly, Darrin's balls were tight against his shaft and his climax began. Grasping Mitch's head, he began bucking wildly as his cock sprayed cum.
"Oh god! Fuck!" screamed Darrin.
Mitch reached back and thrust a thick finger into Darrin's butt as the last drops of cum drained from Darrin's system. The added stimulation sent a final wave of pleasure through Darrin and he shuddered and collapsed beside Mitch.
"Oh holy fuck! That was amazing!" gasped out Darrin.
Silently Mitch pulled him close and kissed him gently. Mixing the essence of their two orgasms they soon had a lust-fueled mix that they were sharing with each other. Slowly they both drifted down from their sex-induced delirium and their lips released. Their movement slowed until they were resting against each other.
"Wow," said Mitch.
"Yup, wow is right."
Darrin cuddled against Mitch and for the first time since the accident they slept together. Both took care to avoid Mitch's injury, but nether was willing to spend another night apart. They again realized how much they needed each other.
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The smile plastered across Josh's face was a ready indication of the kind of night he was having. Tony had taken him to the movie and dinner. They'd gone to Lawton because Tony thought the movies were better there, and there was certainly more places to eat. The fact that it also meant Josh got to spend more time with the handsome football player was fine with him too.
He looked over at Tony and smiled. So far as Josh was concerned, he was the epitome of a cowboy stud. His blond hair was cut short, with only a few small curls showing from under his cowboy hat. His face was covered with the beginnings of a beard, which was trimmed just along his jaw line. His western shirt had the top few snaps open and a little hair showing from between his pecs. The sleeves were rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. He was wearing a skintight pair of wranglers that showed off his ass and package well. The final touch was the deep cut boots with his jeans tucked in on just the inside. He couldn't have been a hotter picture of manhood so far as Josh was concerned.
Josh peeled his eyes from Tony, scanned their vehicle and had to smile a little. If there was a stereotypical vehicle for a high school stud, they were in it. A bright red four-wheel drive pickup, it was every country high school boy's transportation wet dream. To make it even sweeter he'd installed a lift kit and slapped on a set of oversized mud tires. Josh just thought it was amazing that he was enjoying the company of one of the hottest boys in school, and it was mind-blowing that they were in the pickup together.
Josh came out of his reflection to the realization that they were not on the normal way home. Not saying anything, he studied the countryside until he realized that they were in a remote part of the county where no one lived. A few minutes later, Tony pulled into a heavily wooded area just along a creek. Parking in the deepest shadows, he killed the truck and then turned to Josh.
"What're we doing, Tony?" asked Josh.
"I thought we could relax here for a little while. I like Darrin and Mitch and all, but they seem to walk in whenever we are really getting into it. And with Mitch on crutches it seems worse. So, you know, I just thought we'd have some time alone," said Tony with a smile.
"That sounds great. Their timing does suck sometimes," said Josh with a lopsided smile, remembering that Darrin had practically ordered him out tonight so he could get a break from helping take care of Mitch.
Josh smiled as Tony slid closer and leaned over the console, Josh watched his luscious lips moving nearer. At the touch of Tony's lips Josh's skin burned with sexual fire and his cock inflated in a heartbeat. Josh sighed softly when Tony trapped Josh's face between his big hands and gently stroked his tongue over Josh's lips. Josh caressed Tony's face, loving the plush texture under his hands. Trailing lower, he explored the exposed skin at the top of Tony's shirt. As he pushed down, each snap popped until Tony's entire torso was exposed. His hands travelled over Tony's chest, teasing the small patch of hair in the middle of his pecs. As Josh traced his fingertips across Tony's skin his kisses took on a more urgent quality. Breaking the kiss, Tony moved back until Josh was staring into his liquid blue eyes, and smiled.
"Let's get in the back. It's a warm night. We'll have more room for . . . fun," said Tony with a grin.
"Yeah," panted Josh, "That sounds good."
The pair moved to the back of the pickup and lowered the tailgate. As they sat side-by-side, Tony reached over and pulled Josh's polo over his head and laid it down. Leaning forward he pressed his lips against the center of Josh's chest, igniting a fire again. Sitting back, he trailed his fingers over Josh's body, the inferno building with each bit of skin he touched.
"God, I love your smooth body. I really like guys who aren't hairy," said Tony as he continued to touch Josh's chest. Josh extended his trembling hand and met him touch for touch. Eventually he leaned closer and slid Tony's shirt off, letting it fall into the truck. Pausing, he let his eyes rake over the man in front of him. Tony was big without being cut. Josh knew he was a linebacker, which meant he needed bulk as much as muscle. So his hard body was slightly softened, he didn't have a 6-pack but his stomach was nicely flat and his sex muscles wrapped around his hips in a very sexy way. Any more analysis evaporated when Tony wrapped his arms around him and pulled Josh into a tight embrace. Josh's world constricted to Tony's touch and his own building desire. His cock was so hard it was almost painful and he was pumping out huge amounts of precum with a growing wet spot in his jeans to prove it. His head spun and conscious thought halted when Tony's rough hand ran over his package.
"Oh god," said Josh with a gasp, "Don't stop. Fuck that feels good."
"You like that?" asked Tony with a smirk as he squeezed Josh harder. "Tell me what you want."
"Oh fuck. Whatever you want. Just don't . . ."
Josh's speech was frozen when he felt Tony open his pants and slide the zipper lower. Josh could feel his cock stretching to his hip and knew it was flexing uncontrollably as his desire went into overdrive. Tony stroked Josh's dick through the thin material of his briefs.
"Nice cock, Edwards."
"Shit, Tony. That feels fuck'n great," said Josh through his gasps. Leaning forward he quickly opened his jeans and touched Tony's hard cock through his boxers.
"Go ahead. It won't bite. Pull it out. Give it some air," said Tony with a smile.
Josh looked into the football player's eyes for confirmation, and at his slight nod he reached in through the fly and pulled out Tony's dick. Even with it rock hard the foreskin covered all but the tip, where a pool of precum gathered. Josh slowly skinned it back, exposing the dark red cockhead hidden inside. Looking up he saw Tony's smiling face.
"How do you like my uncut snake, Josh?"
"It's nice. Very nice," muttered Josh as he stared in fascination at the first cock he had ever touched, beside his own. Pulling the hood down completely, Josh released it watching as it climbed back up the shaft. His focus was shifted when he felt Tony pull down the front of his briefs, releasing his cock. It immediately lurched into view, pointing straight up with a belch of precum that spun out from it like strands of sugar. Tony wrapped his fingers around the shaft in front of him and smeared precum over its head.
"Damn, Josh. That's a fuck'n big cock!"
Josh looked at his member, afraid somehow that he was unfit. Quickly he realized that Tony was more fascinated with his dick than appalled. Relaxing he went back to stroking Tony's cock, running his finger inside the hood. He listened as Tony's breathing became more and more ragged. Josh leaned closer until he was barely inches from Tony's hooded prong and was watching with fascination as the head disappeared into its foreskin with each slow stroke.
"Go ahead Josh. Lick it. God, I want you to lick it," gasped out Tony.
Josh looked up, his breathing labored from stimulation. "Condom?"
"Condom? Just lick the head, you don't need a condom for oral," said Tony in a biting tone.
The sudden change of attitude snapped Josh from his lust-induced delirium. Mitch's lecture played through his head and he paused.
"Don't stop! What are you stopping for?" whined Tony.
Josh looked at Tony with a small frown, "No, I'm not sucking you off without a condom. Mitch says you can get shit even from precum. I'm sorry Tony but I want to be careful."
Suddenly Tony's hands were all over Josh, rubbing and stroking him tenderly. He leaned toward Josh's neck, kissed up it and whispered into his ear. "Come on baby. Just lick it. I'm so fucking hard! Just a little lick.
Josh's jaw muscle flexed as he clenched his teeth to help him regain his self-control. In an almost imperceptible movement he shook his head no.
"Oh, come on dude! Don't be a cock tease. Just a little tongue action. You've got me all horny. You gonna leave me with blue balls now?"
Josh looked at Tony, still in his spell but unwilling to take chances. "Let's jerk each other off. I wanna watch your uncut monster shoot."
Tony smiled at Josh, seemingly understanding, and started to stroke on Josh's dick. Josh breathed out a sigh of relief and again started working Tony's twitching cock. Soon both of their hands were flying down the other's wet shafts as they raced toward orgasm. Josh felt Tony start to shake and mutter. Soon Tony plunged over and translucent cum started shooting while Josh flailed his cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck!" screamed Tony as he unloaded.
Josh continued jacking him until the last dollop of cream oozed from his spent dick. Tony was panting for air as his release left him satiated. Josh's own cock was flexing wildly as it sought release. Josh panted softly, wondering what to do.
Tony looked up and saw the look on Josh's face and realized what he was waiting on. "Oh dude. Here."
Tony spit in his hand and then started stroking Josh again. With a few strokes, Tony's rugged hands had set Josh's ball draining in motion. Tony grabbed Josh's massive cock with both hands, plunging Josh into his climax. The guttural cries and unending flow of cum seemed to delight Tony. Josh felt like his body was trying to turn itself inside out as his orgasm continued on and on. Eventually the last convulsion swept through his body and he collapsed against Tony. Turning his head he kissed him softly and smiled.
"Thanks for understanding. Damn that was good," said Josh.
"No problem man. I'll get some condoms and next time we can have more fun."
"Yeah, that sounds good. But we better get home. I have to be up early to help in the morning, and it seems the later I come in, the earlier they need me up," Josh said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I should get home too," said Tony as he finished fastening his jeans and pulling on his shirt.
Once they were back inside the pickup it seemed like no time before Josh was being dropped off at his house. He waved as Tony drove off, relaxing in the afterglow of their mutual masturbation.
Tony looked into the rearview mirror at the tall cowboy as he drove down the driveway. He was going to tap that smooth cowboy ass. He was going to breed Josh Edwards and there wasn't going to be any fucking condom on his cock when he did it either.
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Darrin looked up in time to see a slender white haired form settle into the chair across from his desk. He definitely knew who this was, Emma Ruck was one of the premier researchers in her area, and one of the reasons he had thought Great Plains University was a good place for him and Mitch. She was a brilliant researcher, and a close friend of Dr. Koch. And God help the person who mistakenly thought the demure looking person in front of him was not one of the premier predators in academia.
"Hello, Dr. Ruck. Sorry I haven't had time to sit down and visit with you, but it's been a crazy first semester," said Darrin with a sincere smile.
"Oh, don't worry about it Darrin, and please, it's Emma. First semesters always suck. I've been watching people go through them for almost 40 years. It's always the same," she said with a smile.
Darrin chuckled, "Well, I'm following the trend then. Because it's been a heck of a semester."
"I heard you had some health issues at home. I'm sorry to hear about that."
Darrin nodded his head, becoming a little concerned at the level of familiarity that Dr. Ruck was showing. "Yes, Mitch was thrown from his horse and had a severe break in his femur as a result. There were pins and plates to put him back together again. But he's getting around on crutches now and the physical therapy is helping, in spite of his grousing to the contrary. Believe me, we're glad he's doing better. Josh and I were ready to move into the hand's quarters earlier."
She nodded her head and chuckled, "Oh, yes. I understand completely. My husband had a similar injury years ago and I was threatening him with the tranq gun before it was over.
Well, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here. William sent me a copy of your PhD dissertation and I was very impressed. I also think it would dovetail very well with the research I'm currently undertaking. I've just started the grant application and I was wondering if you would be interested in making it a collaborative project."
Darrin stared in shock, his mouth moving with no sound emerging for several moments. Finally the shock wore off enough for him to respond, "Yes! Most definitely. I'm sure we can discuss where you see the interconnections later but I would be very interested, and honored, to work with you in a collaborative project."
They began to amicably discuss the project as Emma saw it evolving. Soon they were both excited and seeing many possibilities. Time passed quickly as they became lost in their discussion. The early winter sunset signaled the late hour and Dr. Ruck looked across the desk at Darrin and smiled,
"Yes, William was definitely right. You will make a good collaborative partner. Please tell him I said hi when he passes through."
Darrin's head snapped up and a slight look of confusion was on his face at the revelation.
"Dr. Koch. Here? When?"
"A few days before Christmas I believe. I take it you didn't know."
Darrin shook his head in denial and Emma's rich laughter as she walked down the hall echoed back to him.
"Enjoy your visitors, Darrin!" she called as she left the office suite.
Darrin sat stunned for several minutes, and then started quickly gathering up his materials to go home. He worried about the unannounced visit from the man who was on both their graduate school committees and had defended Darrin during his dissertation presentation. By the time he got home he had worked his stomach into knots trying to figure out why Koch was making a special trip to their ranch. Walking through the kitchen, he spotted Mitch propped up at this desk working on paperwork. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to look over Mitch's shoulder. After a few seconds he asked,
"Did you know Koch was coming to see us?"
"Sure. I told you a few days ago. He and Lex are stopping by on their way to Colorado for Christmas."
"Really? Well shit. I completely spaced on that one then."
Mitch chuckled and swung his leg around and pulled Darrin down for a kiss. "You've had a stressful few months, babe. Don't sweat it. I think they are only staying overnight."
Darrin shrugged, "Ok. No big deal then. I was making it into some kind of test."
Mitch shook his head and chuckled, "Sounds like my husband. Hey, the kids gone for at least another 20 or 30 minutes. Whatcha think about making out with your poor injured man?"
Darrin laughed and pulled a chair close and sat down beside Mitch. Pulling him close they began kissing. They softly enjoyed the chance for intimacy, a masculine musk infusing the air around them.
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All three men were rushing around getting the last minute details finished before Koch and Lex arrived. The guys had known they were coming for more than a month, but between Josh's tests, the end of Darrin's semester and Mitch's slowed pace due to the injury, the arrival preparation had been put on the back burner. But with their arrival only days away, the focus had quickly shifted to some much needed house cleaning as well as getting the guesthouse ready for its inaugural occupants. They'd been told not to make any special preparations, which they of course ignored. Fortunately the physical therapist had given Mitch a release to walk without the crutches, which was a relief to everyone. Mitch's continual tirades about the hours spent at rehab, and the fact that he thought the progress had been too slow had wore on both Darrin and Josh.
It was only a few days before Christmas and while some years they could have done their usual outdoor barbeque, this wasn't one of them. The weather had turned miserable with rain and dropping temperatures. But they weren't as concerned about the weather as the guests. Koch was a force of nature unto himself. The weather wouldn't dare strand him in Oklahoma when he had planned a Colorado winter get away. Almost as soon as the last detail was seen to, Josh spotted an unfamiliar car coming up their driveway. The guys stood on the porch as Lex parked and the pair walked up to the house.
Koch stuck out his hand, shaking each hand in turn. Looking over his shoulder at Mitch.
"Goddamn McRichards, could you be any fucking more in the butt fuck boonies?"
There was a moment of tension with Josh looking back and forth, and then Mitch and Darrin burst out laughing.
"Damn, Koch! Subtle as always," said Mitch with a smile. "Come on in, it's a long drive from the university. Do you want something to drink?"
After they filed into the house, Mitch determined who wanted what and went to the refrigerator to get them. He walked back into the living room passing the drinks to everyone and then plopping on the couch beside Darrin. Mitch watched as Koch and Lex looked around the room. Koch looked back at the pair with a nod.
"Damn nice place. Of course it's not as fucking good as ours, but not bad for you two," said Koch with a smile.
Lex turned to him and popped him on the arm, "Be nice, William! Or there will be no snacks for you later."
It took Mitch a moment to get the innuendo and then he chuckled. Glancing up he saw Josh starting to turn red and decided the conversation needed to be moved onto safer ground.
"So how are things back at the department? Any good gossip? We saw Gordy and Sam a few months ago, but that's been about it," said Mitch.
Koch paused for a minute to think, "Well that asshole Hand didn't get tenure. He scurried away pretty fast too. Got a job at some school in the south. Damn fuckwad!"
"Really? I thought no one would have wanted him after all the crap he pulled," said Darrin.
Koch looked at Darrin with a snort, "Hell, it's not a real university. It's one of those church ran things that don't do anything that's outside their precious bible interpretations. Their work never gets published in credible journals. So they're in their little world and can't cause any harm."
Darrin sighed, "Except training the next generation of haters. . ."
Koch actually looked sympathetic for a minute, then leaned forward and patted Darrin on the knee. "You can't change the world, son. Just do what you can with what you got. Hand was a lost cause. Your tirade during your defense was exactly right, those kind of people are always looking for the next target. Right now, it's anyone who might not be straight."
"But people get hurt. Folks are dying. Kids kill themselves because of what they hear from those bigots!" said Darrin with some heat.
Koch leaned back and relaxed in the chair, holding up both hands to deflect Darrin's anger. "Whoa, boy! I'm with you. But we aren't miracle workers. Do what you can and do your best. That all we can do." Koch cast a significant look in Josh's direction and then looked back at the pair. "Looks to me like you're already making change. Do what you can boys, just do what you can."
Darrin relaxed against the couch and leaned against Mitch, who wrapped his arm around Darrin's shoulders and squeezed softly. The conversation shifted into a much lighter tone as they caught up with each other's lives. When Mitch asked about the cabin, they found out that Lex had been doing renovations. And that Peggy, the neighbor and often time's caretaker for their retreat, had been asking about he and Darrin. Eventually night deepened and the conversation started to lag. Lex stretched and squeezed Koch's arm and gave him a significant look.
"I'm tired, and we need to get an early start to make the cabin by tomorrow night. Besides, we'll need gas or we won't make it 10 miles in that gas guzzler you insisted we drive."
"Hell, we couldn't take that little pussy Prius. They would've ran us out of the county," said Koch in a growl.
"Yeah. Whatever, muffin. Now get your ass up and let's get to bed," said Lex with a chuckle.
Mitch and Darrin snickered at the exchange, glad Koch seemed to have met his match. They all followed Lex out the door and helped get him and Koch settled into the guesthouse. They moved quickly since the rain and wind made any outside activity miserable. Once the last of their luggage was out of the car, the trio sprinted back to the house and headed to their respective rooms.
Mitch and Darrin quickly stripped and crawled into bed. Mitch was still under some restrictions from his injury, but he was chafing under them since he felt fine. Darrin was scowling at him like a mother hen and not allowing anything but what the doctor had listed. So they curled against each other under layers of quilts and drifted off to sleep.
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Josh was also lying in bed, but sleep didn't come as easy for him. Tony had started picking him up and taking him to school each day. Today they'd had a few minutes to make out before Josh had to be home. They hadn't had an opportunity with any real privacy since the drive home that night. But Josh had made his own preparations and had plenty of condoms on hand, and made sure they would work for oral sex. He didn't want the taste of spermicide in his mouth, he thought with a chuckle. He had them in his room and had read all the instructions, but so far had never used any of them. But tonight he was thinking about exploring a little since just the thoughts of Tony's hot lips against his was turning his cock into a throbbing piece of steel.
Josh started absently stroking his hard cock as he looked at the box of condoms Mitch had given him. Since Josh got access to the guys computers, he'd found a world of information he hadn't even known existed. After the incident in the truck with Tony, Josh wanted to make sure that he knew how to put on a rubber if he was going to insist Tony used one. He'd found a good video on Planned Parenthood's website and watched it a couple of times. It didn't look too tough, but he hadn't actually done it either.
Lifting the foil packet to his mouth he gently tore it open while he continued to fondle himself. His cock was leaking copious amounts of precum as he looked at the flattened little circle in his hand. He lowered it to his cock, rubbing the latex over his swollen cockhead. Grabbing the tip he tried to unroll it onto his now throbbing dick but couldn't. Frustrated Josh tried to force it down. Deciding he had somehow gotten a defective condom, he looked at it closer and realized, to his chagrin, that he had it on backwards. Feeling like an idiot, Josh flipped the little disc over and quickly unrolled it down his dick. Josh looked at his latex cloaked sausage, and smiled.
Grabbing the small bottle of lube, he squirted some over the translucent sheath and wrapped his hands around its turgid length. He started slowly sliding his hands over the thick cock in his hands. Closing his eyes, he was soon thrusting into his hands and panting softly. Fortunately the condom served to lessen the stimulation so he was able to last longer than normal. But normal for Josh was usually a matter of moments so it still wasn't long before his balls were tight against his shaft and he could feel the familiar churn of semen racing through his system. With only a few ragged thrusts his orgasm began and quickly pumped the small reservoir full of white cream. Josh's body trembled with release as his cock took on a life of its own. With a last tremor his tense muscles relaxed and he collapsed into the bed. Gasping for air he laid there for several minutes while he recovered. Once back to normal he looked at the inflated balloon covering his slowly softening dick. He noticed some cum leaking from the bottom, not enough space left at the tip Josh decided, good to know for when he was with Tony.
Josh quickly cleaned up and got rid of any evidence of his masturbation session. He slid into bed, this time more than ready for sleep. As he descended into the comfort of sleep, he distantly noted that the tree outside his window looked, odd. But without a second thought he drifted asleep.
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Darrin was dimly aware of the loud moans and crackling sounds coming from outside. With a sudden explosive crash close to the house, he was wide-awake.
"What the fuck was that?" shouted Darrin.
"The cottonwood down the hill," said Mitch from the window. "Damnit! It looks like we've had a hell of an ice storm."
About that time a gust of wind rattled the trees surrounding the house, and the power failed. Darrin stared at the unlit light before it flickered twice and then came back to life.
"Ok," said Mitch, "You were now officially right. The generator we installed was worth every penny."
Darrin chuckled, "Dang! I need to write that down. I was right, and Mitchell McRichards admitted it!"
Mitch walked to Darrin and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Yeah, you were. We better check on everything though."
The pair moved into action, dressed and outside in short order. To their dismay they discovered that there was at least a half-inch of ice coating everything. The trees were creaking and all it would take is a good wind to do a horrendous amount of damage, but so far they were alright. Of course it wasn't just the trees that were coated, power lines and fences as far as they could see were covered too. As was the ground, as Mitch found out when he almost fell when he stepped off the porch.
After Darrin helped him back to safe footing, they looked around in disbelief. "Shit! What are we going to do?"
"Not much we can do with ice this thick. Hope it warms up soon and melts it."
"What about the steers?" asked Darrin.
Mitch shrugged, "They probably took shelter in the windbreaks. They should be ok. We'll take them some hay this afternoon."
As they walked around surveying the damage, and potential loss, they heard the soft creak of a door and watched Lex walked over to them.
"Guys, this looks bad. But I'm surprised you still have power," said Lex.
"We had a gas generator installed last summer. College's idea," said Mitch.
Lex nodded, "Smart, but how much gas have you got?"
Darrin smiled and turned toward Lex, "Natural gas. We're fine."
"How widespread is it?"
"Don't know yet. Let's go check the TV."
They carefully made their way into the house. Once everyone was safely inside, Mitch started the coffee for Lex and himself and handed Darrin a bottle of pop. They settled in front of the television and soon found that it was widespread and severe. The storm had knocked out most of southwestern Oklahoma. While they sat transfixed by the severity of the damage, Josh walked out looking freshly showered. He watched for several minutes with the trio and then moved to the kitchen to start fixing breakfast. Soon the sounds and smells of frying sausage and eggs as well as biscuits were permeating the house. Lex turned and smiled at Josh.
"I better go get Will up. If he misses a meal he gets cranky."
"You mean sometimes he's not cranky?" joked Mitch.
Lex laughed softly, "With me he is. Yeah, with me he is."
Mitch turned back to the TV as Lex left. Several minutes later he heard the outside door open and close again. He saw Lex walking back in with Koch close behind. Koch walked over beside Mitch and studied the broadcast for a few minutes before asking,
"We aren't going to be leaving any fucking time soon are we?"
Mitch looked at him and shook his head. "No. It looks like the temperature is going to drop and stay well below freezing for the next couple of days." He looked at the older couple for a minute before continuing. "I'm sorry to tell ya, but it looks like you're going to be staying here for Christmas. "
Koch scowled, "Well, so goddamn fucking son of a bitch much for a Colorado Christmas."
Darrin smiled and walked over to help Josh before he got caught looking happy.
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Darrin looked around the room and was shocked at the transformation they had managed since yesterday. In spite of the limited time and resources they had managed to decorate their home for their first Christmas in it. There was a lot of paper decorations and strings of popcorn courtesy of Josh, but they'd had the tree up before the storm and with the presents Koch and Lex added to it, the corner it occupied was mounded with gifts.
It was Christmas Eve, which was when they opened gifts, and Darrin was feeling like an 8-year-old boy again in anticipation as he wrapped the last present. Lex and Koch had made it very clear that if the trio tried to give them any gift, they would do them bodily harm, knowing the only way they could get gifts was by taking away something originally intended for one of them. Darrin understood, and actually agreed, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty at having someone for Christmas and not giving them a gift. But there wasn't much he could do about it. After he finished wrapping the last present, he walked back into the living room and topped the pile with it.
"Hey, where to do you want this?" asked Mitch as he held the enormous ham they were having Christmas day.
"Just put it in the fridge. It's going to have to thaw."
Mitch wrestled his load into the refrigerator and then walked over to Darrin and wrapped his arms around him.
"It looks great, babe. You did a good job."
Darrin kissed Mitch, running his hands over his rough face. "Thanks. I'm glad you think so. I think it looks good too. Josh busted his ass making decorations. He seemed like he was trying to distract himself for some reason."
"Babe, seriously? For such a smart guy you can be amazingly dense at times. This is his first Christmas away from home, and in the last 6 months his parents haven't even checked on him," said Mitch quietly.
"Oh damnit! I'm such an idiot. Here, let me go talk to him."
Mitch held on tight and didn't let Darrin walk away. "No. Not this time. He will come to you if he wants to talk. Otherwise just let him work it out on his own."
"Yeah, you're right. I can't fight his battles for him. All I can do is be there if he needs me."
"Needs us, babe," said Mitch, "And yes, you're right."
Mitch gave Darrin a last squeeze and then released him with a soft kiss. Without another word they began doing the finishing touches on the festivities for Christmas Eve.
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Mitch watched as Josh handed out the presents. The look of joy on his face would have been more fitting on the face of a child, not an 18 year old. But he seemed genuinely happy. Looking at Koch, he was a little surprised to see the old fart was also smiling as he watched Josh hand out gifts. After several hours of fuming over their spoiled plans the first day after the storm hit, Koch had calmed down and relaxed. Mitch thought part of it was that he'd been playing video games with Josh and winning. He had a feeling Josh was letting the older man win. But regardless, there were five happy men seated close to the fireplace.
Darrin had cooked a variety of finger foods for the meal. So everyone had a plate of their favorite goodies sitting beside him to snack on while they were opening gifts. Mitch had been teasing Darrin insistently about being addicted to the cooking shows on TV, but actually he really liked the new things that Darrin was making. Mitch liked to eat, and Darrin liked to cook. It made for a good arrangement, Mitch thought. Mitch watched Darrin and recalled their first six months at the ranch. Between his accident and the new job for Darrin it had been a rollercoaster of events. But each time they hit a rough patch and came through it intact, Mitch felt their bond growing stronger. Of course it didn't hurt that he found Darrin so incredibly good looking.
Shifting his attention to Josh he couldn't help but smile. Josh had moved from a whipped puppy into an energetic young man who more than pulled his weight on the ranch. Mitch was every bit as concerned about his relationship with Tony as Darrin was, but he felt Josh needed to work it out for himself. He seemed a little over the top happy tonight, but that was probably because of their two guests.
Thoughts of Koch and Lex shifted Mitch's attention to them. Koch seemed . . . well, happy. It seemed like a trite description, but it was the best Mitch could come up with. He was still crotchety and irritable, but it seemed less serious somehow. Lex had definitely worked some spell on the older man. As he was contemplating the couple, he realized that Josh had finished passing out the gifts and had sat down in front of his pile of presents.
"Well, how do we do this? Just rip into 'em, or open them one at a time," said Darrin.
"One at a time," said Mitch, "Oldest to youngest. That way we can see what each other gets. Dr. Koch, you go first."
Koch leaned back and smiled, motioning to Lex he said, "I'll have you know Lex is the old fart, not me." He caught Mitch's eye, "And it's Will."
Mitch nodded and then watched as Lex opened his gifts. With appropriate oh's and ah's, and lots of food and drink, they went around the room. It was obvious to everyone that Josh was eager to open his, which of course resulted in them stretching it out as long as possible. Once Mitch had opened his gift from Darrin, a handmade pocketknife, Mitch theatrically scanned the room.
"Looks like that's it. Might as well head for bed."
"Oh, I don't think so, Mitch. Nice try!" said Josh with a smile.
"Oh! Josh, yeah I guess you haven't opened yours yet have ya," said Mitch with a smile.
Josh barely paused a heartbeat before he tore into his presents. Soon packing debris was scattered everywhere and an impressive pile of gifts had accumulated. Primarily the gifts were more clothing, since the new muscular Josh couldn't fit in some of his clothes. But there were a few other things, like a new video game he had been drooling over and a split duster coat for riding horseback. He quickly surveyed his loot and beamed at Mitch and Darrin.
"Thanks guys, for everything. It's too much, but I really appreciate it."
"Well, there is one more thing," said Mitch.
Josh looked as Darrin pulled a tiny box from his pocket and tossed it to Josh. He shook the gift and looked questioningly at the duo.
"What is it?" asked Josh.
"Well open it and find out," said Mitch.
Josh carefully skinned open the package to find a ring box. With a look of confusion at Mitch and Darrin, he flipped open the box. . . to find a key. Josh slowly pulled it out, recognizing the shape. Hoping he was right he looked at Mitch and Darrin.
"A pickup?"
"Yup, we thought you could use something to drive. It's not new now, but that way Tony doesn't have to haul you around everywhere," said Darrin, "We may need to use it occasionally, but it's yours."
"Holy fuck!" screamed Josh. Rocketing across the room he hugged first Darrin and then Mitch and began jumping around waving the key. Suddenly a thought came to him and he paused.
"Where is it?" asked Josh.
Mitch laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's in town, safe and sound. We'll go get it when the ice melts."
"Sweet!" yelled Josh.
The four men watched the teenager for a few minutes, each of them smiling with their own memories of Christmas' past. Darrin finally moved and began cleaning up, and the others soon followed suit. In short order they had everything back in it's home and were saying their goodbye's to each other as they headed off to bed.
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Darrin watched Mitch and wondered what he was up to. He had been acting peculiar since they had walked into the bedroom. He knew there was still more surprises coming from him, he did it to Darrin each year. Darrin just wasn't certain what this year's bombshell would be. Finally Mitch sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him. Darrin eased down and smiled at Mitch's exuberance.
"What are you up to stud?" said Darrin.
"Open this one first," said Mitch as he handed over the larger of the two packages.
Darrin took the offered package and slowly opened it. The colorful paper fell away and only revealed a plain brown box. Darrin gave Mitch an accusatory glance and then began popping the tape. As he slowly opened the box a tangle of leather and buckles came into view. He glanced at Mitch with a confused look on his face.
"What is it?" asked Darrin.
"A leather harness," said Mitch with a sly smile.
"For me?" squeaked Darrin.
"No. For you to put on me and use the hell outta my ass. I got the release from the doctor and there are no more restrictions and I'm tired of being treated like glass. I want you to saddle up and ride, cowboy!"
Darrin gave a good-natured groan and pulled the leather webbing from the box. As he held it out he noticed a metal ring fastened into it with loops of leather. Picking it up by the ring he looked at Mitch with a grin, feeling his cock start to response.
"And this would be . . ." asked Darrin.
"The cock ring of course!" answered Mitch with a huge smile on his face.
Darrin looked at it, and Mitch's muscular body, and his face broke into a brilliant smile. "This will be fun. I can't wait to play!"
"Open the other one, babe! You'll like it, I promise," said Mitch.
The next box was small, fitting easily in Darrin's palm. Opening it quickly he lifted the top off the box and found a small pile of chain nested at the bottom. Pulling them out, he looked at what appeared to be miniature jumper cables.
"Are these what I think they are?" asked Darrin.
"Oh yeah! Nipple clamps for my man."
Darrin looked at the toys that Mitch had given him and could feel his cock stretching inside his jock. He laid the stuff on the bed and reached for Mitch. Pulling him in a tight embrace he kissed Mitch softly. Leaning his head back slightly he met Mitch's eyes.
"Thank you, Mitch. For everything. I thought my world had ended back when I saw you at the bottom of that creek. Everyday from here out is an amazing gift," whispered Darrin, then a lecherous look flashed across his face and he smiled. "Of course the fact that you're a kinky little shit doesn't hurt my feelings either."
Mitch laughed as he ran his hand down Darrin's back. "Me! You're the one with the thing about dildos. I just play along."
Darrin ran his hands into the back of Mitch's briefs and squeezed his hairy ass.
"Mitch. Shut up."
With that Darrin pushed Mitch down on the bed and slid his underwear off. Taking the harness in his hand he unsnapped the cock ring and looked at it carefully. The weight of the solid metal ring was surprising and Darrin could feel his dick hardening as he contemplated their evening. But realizing that Mitch was starting to stiffen he knew this toy wasn't going on unless he got it there quick. Darrin wrapped his hand around Mitch's nuts and pulled them tight. Working quickly fished both of Mitch's nuts through the ring and then threaded through Mitch's rapidly expanding cock. Tugging on Mitch's scrotum he soon had the ring tight against Mitch's pelvis. The action with the ring had caused Mitch's cock to harden. Darrin stroked his fingers gently up the deep red cock in front of him. He ran his fingernail along the underside of the engorged member and smiled as a huge blob of precum drooled from its tip.
"How does that feel, babe?"
"Oh god, it feels fantastic. My cock is so hard it could cut diamonds. Come on, put on the rest of it!" said Mitch.
Darrin shook out the harness and started putting it on Mitch. His hands wondered over Mitch's hot body as he figured out the buckles and ties to put his man inside the contraption. Mitch was panting lightly from the sensation of leather slipping back and forth over his bare skin. As Darrin finished with the last buckle, he stepped back for a look.
He unconsciously started rubbing his crotch as he looked over the hot man in front of him. The black leather looked incredibly sexy on his masculine husband. Mitch looked at Darrin, enjoying the attention and began turning slowly. Darrin couldn't help but wince at the white surgery scar running down Mitch's leg, but the past was quickly forgotten when Mitch's ass, framed with dark leather, came into view. Mitch leered at Darrin, put his hands on his thighs and started slowly bending over. Darrin's stroking of his cock reached a fever pitch as Mitch puckered hole, with its surrounding swirl of hair, was revealed.
"See anything you like, baby?" asked Mitch with a sneer.
"Oh yeah. I'm gonna pound that tight ass until you dump your load," said Darrin with a growl.
"First you need your new jewelry," said Mitch.
Darrin watched Mitch's hot leather-encased body as he walked to the bed where Darrin had left the second gift. When Mitch lifted the clamps, Darrin could hear the chains sliding over each other. He leaned down and nursed softly on each nipple and then stood back up. With an intimate smile at Darrin, he moved the setscrews to almost full depth. Reaching up he flicked a finger against Darrin's left nipple and then quickly snapped the clamp in place. Darrin felt the pain shoot through his body, directly to his jerking dick like they were hardwired together. Just as the pain was subsiding to a pleasant buzz, a twin sensation raced through his body from his right nipple. Darrin's eyes were clamped shut as he absorbed the delicious pain/pleasure combination filling his body. He was only dimly aware of Mitch moving behind him until he reached around and began playing with Darrin's burning nipples. Caressing Darrin's chest, Mitch ground himself against Darrin, sliding the leather across his back and ass.
"You like that, College? You like a little pain with your pleasure," whispered Mitch in his ear.
"Oh screw you, asshole. You're damn right it feels good. Makes me want to fuck your ass raw!"
"Come on, big boy! I'm tired of careful sex. Fuck me hard! Use my hole, goddamn it!"
Darrin spun around and grabbed Mitch by the harness. Yanking him against his heaving chest he kissed him hard, driving his tongue inside Mitch's hot mouth. The sensitivity of his nipples just heightened his lust for the man he held. After several long minutes of hard French kissing, Darrin lifted Mitch off the ground and twisted to throw him on the bed. Mitch hit the bed and bounced before coming to a stop, his tongue darting out and moistening his lips as he watched his lust inflamed husband advance toward him. He rose on his elbows and smiled at Darrin.
"Whatcha gonna do now, big'n?" taunted Mitch.
"Fuck you!" Darrin almost screamed.
"Do it babe! Fuck me!"
Darrin grabbed Mitch's harness and flipped him onto his stomach. Mitch moaned and lifted his ass in anticipation, ready for what Darrin was going to deliver. Pinning Mitch in position with a death grip on the harness, Darrin leaned down and spit on his hole. Moving quickly he started rubbing his dripping cock against Mitch's hole, creating a slick slurry of their juices. With passion driving his actions, Darrin started ramming himself forward, forcing his way into Mitch's tight ass. After he plowed past the final resistance, he pushed forward without stopping, holding Mitch helplessly beneath him. He heard Mitch gasp with the pain of his forceful entry and Darrin paused in hesitation.
"Goddamnfuckinghell! Don't stop! Fuck me!" screamed Mitch.
Darrin smiled and then started bucking into his man with long hard strokes. Soon he had Mitch's hips pinned in his hands and his cock was pillaging Mitch's hole. After long delicious minutes of man fucking, he felt the familiar tingle in his groin. Again grabbing Mitch by the harness, he flipped him on his back with his cock still deep inside Mitch.
"I want to watch your face as I pile drive your hole!" said Darrin in a horse voice.
Darrin smiled as Mitch gasped when he rammed himself back deep inside his ass. Grabbing the harness until they are almost curled around each other, Darrin started rocketing in and out of Mitch's well-used hole. Furious in his attack, he felt his body tremble and the cum begin filling his lovers ass. Burying his full length inside Mitch, his body trembled as volley after volley of white hot juice shot from him. As the last vestiges of orgasm rolled over him, he felt Mitch's ass clamp down around his cock. With a guttural cry Mitch's cock convulsed.
"Oh Fuck! I'm coming!" yelled Mitch.
Darrin caressed Mitch tenderly as his body was ensnared in the grip of a massive orgasm. Mitch quickly had them both splattered with cum as his body seized again and again. Darrin lay on Mitch as the last tremor gently traveled his body.
"That was amazing," said Darrin, "Are you ok? I hope I didn't hurt you. . ."
Darrin's voice trailed off but it was not unnoticed by Mitch. Darrin felt Mitch's rough hands on his face as it was pulled so he was looking deep into Mitch's eyes.
"It was fucking fantastic! It was exactly what I needed. Yes, my ass may be a little sore for a day or two, but that's good. It makes me feel alive!"
Darrin chuckled and nestled his head under Mitch's chin, "God, I love you."¬¬
Mitch twisted slightly and kissed Darrin's head, "I love you too babe. Did you like your Christmas present?"
Darrin chuckled as he felt the slight tug from the nipple clamps. "Oh yeah! I really liked them."
Mitch laughed as the two peeled themselves apart. Going through the familiar routine to clean up they were soon back in a bed with fresh crisp sheets and all the toys tucked away. Darrin wrapped his arms around Mitch and spooned against him. Soon they fell into a very contented sleep.
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Darrin was checking the table to make sure everything was in place. He'd gotten up early and put the still partially frozen ham on to cook. Since then he'd been making the other favorite dishes. There was enough food for 20 people, but Darrin didn't care. He just wanted everyone to enjoy themselves. His favorites of cornbread dressing and cherry pie were of course among the first things he cooked. But he thought he'd also gotten Mitch's sweet potato casserole made the way he liked, with enough brown sugar to stop a tank. Darrin glanced over at Josh and a slight frown formed. He'd never gotten Josh to tell him any favorites. He just kept saying he liked everything.
Mitch stood beside Darrin and quietly cleared his throat. Darrin looked at him and saw an odd look on his face, a combination of satisfaction and embarrassment that he hadn't seen very often. Wondering what could be going on he whispered to Mitch, "What's wrong?"
"I think we might have been a little loud," said Mitch quietly.
"Why?"
"Well every time Josh looks at me, his ears turn bright red and he looked somewhere else."
"Oh no," said Darrin, wondering how loud they were. "Do you really think we were that loud?"
Lex happened by about that time and chuckled, "Yes, you two were that loud."
Darrin and Mitch both looked at Lex with their mouths sagging. Horrified that their lovemaking had been loud enough to hear outside. They looked at each other and they both colored to a deep red.
Josh looked in their direction and got a quizzical look on his face. Koch watched for a few moments and then shook his head. Moving closer to Josh he leaned down and Darrin saw him whisper something to Josh. Josh's head snapped back and he looked first at Koch and then at the pair. First his face reddened slightly and then he started to giggle. Soon he was laughing uncontrollably and Koch stood beside him looking very smug.
Darrin felt like he wanted to melt into the floor and Mitch didn't look much better. Eventually Lex patted both of them on the shoulder and pushed them toward the set table.
"I think it's time for Christmas dinner. What do you boys think?" said Lex.
They shuffled around the table and found their seats. After a few minutes the chatter and good-natured teasing resumed as the food was passed around the table. Soon everyone was digging into the meal.
Quite some time later everyone was relaxing as they nibbled at bits of food still on their plates. They'd eaten enough to feed twice as many people but they were all smiling contentedly. Darrin and Mitch moved to clear the table and then started bringing desserts. As they crowded it with pie, cake and homemade Christmas sweets it was obvious that everyone would be taking the traditional after-dinner nap.
As the second round of the feast continued Darrin started to notice Josh becoming more and more withdrawn from the conversation. Darrin flashed a look of concern at Mitch, who shrugged his shoulders in response. After a few moments Darrin glanced at Josh again, to find silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Darrin sat indecisively for a few moments before snapping into action. He moved closer to Josh and rubbed his hand over his back to comfort him.
"What wrong, Josh?"
Josh glanced at the table, finding all attention was focused on him. He shook his head, seemingly not trusting his voice.
"It's ok, Josh. Just tell us what's wrong," said Mitch in a surprisingly soft voice.
Josh gathered a shuddering breath and began speaking softly, "It's my favorite. . .pecan pie," Josh motioned to the table.
Darrin looked at him, knowing there was more going on than just a favorite dessert.
"Why is that making you cry?" asked Darrin.
"I thought they'd call. You know. . . at least check on me. . ." Josh said quietly.
Mitch looked at Darrin, remembering their conversation from the day before and hoping he did too. But Darrin gave him a nod, having quickly connected the dots.
"Josh, I'm sorry they didn't call. They should have. I wish there was something I could do to take away the pain," said Darrin.
Josh looked around the table, but the looks of concern just served to just make things worse.
"I'm so sorry. I've ruined your Christmas. I've fucked it up for everyone. 'Cause I'm such a pussy that I can't take care of myself," said Josh with his head hanging.
Darrin squeezed his shoulder and tried again, "Josh it's not your fault. And parents shouldn't treat their children like they are something that can be thrown away. If it was up—"
Josh turned away from Darrin and rushed to his room without another word. Darrin looked to Mitch for help, but he seemed equally adrift. Darrin sat trying to decide how to handle it when he heard a slight scraping as a chair moved and glanced in surprise at Koch.
"I'll go talk to the boy," said Koch.
Darrin and Mitch looked at each other, wondering what the man who was known to reduce adults to a puddle of tears would do with the fragile young man's ego. Mitch nodded decisively though and Darrin followed suit, trusting Mitch's instincts.
Koch put his napkin on the table and disappeared into Josh's bedroom. Darrin and Mitch watched the empty doorway for a few seconds before turning away.
"He's a good man," said Lex into the quiet, "Both of them are."
The duo nodded and tried to relax. Long minutes passed with the food on the table completely forgotten. But only silence met their straining ears. Finally Koch emerged, went back to his chair and without a word began eating. Everyone watched him expectantly, until they realized that he didn't intend to share anything.
"Well?" Mitch finally blurted out.
Koch looked up with a smile of deviltry on his face, knowing he was tormenting them. Sitting his fork down carefully he surveyed the three concerned faces around the table.
"He's fine. He's washing his face and will be here in a minute."
"What did you say to him?" Darrin asked, knowing he might get anything for a response.
"I told him that he was a fine man and if his parents were too fucking stupid to realize it then take me over and I'll tell them. I also said that you can't pick your family, but you damn fucking can your friends and it seemed to me that he had some damn fine friends around him," said Koch.
"That's it?" said Mitch.
"No. But the rest of it's none of your fucking business," said Koch, his eyebrows lifted.
Mitch laughed, knowing when a conversation was over. Everyone started sampling the food again and a gentle conversation had begun when Josh rejoined the group. Mitch and Darrin nodded at him without a word as he sat back down. After a few more minutes Mitch leaned forward and grabbed the entire pecan pie and sat it in front of Josh.
"There. That's all yours. And if you want another one, just say so."
Josh looked stunned for a minute and then started chuckling at Mitch's always direct way. Looking around a table he looked at each man with a smile on his face.
"Thanks everyone, for a great Christmas. This is the best one ever," said Josh.
Darrin started to answer and was cut short by Koch.
"Fucking right it is, cause we're here! Now enough of the emotional crap, lets eat and then I have dibs on the couch," stated Koch.
The group chuckled at Koch and then refocused on the food, enjoying the rest of their Christmas day.
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Title: Goldeneyes Chapter 7 by Brightwing
Tags: Avian, Eagle, Gender Shifting, Horse, Mild Romance, Mindlink, Other/Herm, Plot Development, Relationships, Stallion, Transformation
Goldeneyes Chapter 7
Deep was Imar's anguish as he mourned the loss of his sister. Alicia was no more, and the temple priest cried out in sorrow. Imar retreated to the shady groves surrounding the avian temple, and beneath the sheltering oaks, the black eagle grieved for his sister.
"Oh, Alicia! I have sent you to your death!" Imar cried sadly.
Imar crumpled to the ground before a great oak tree, and absently traced his fingers over the gnarled roots. Sadly reflecting upon his departed sister.
But then Imar found that his fingers were around the talons of an eagle. Imar looked up, and found that his sister stood before him. A radiant halo of light surrounded her, and upon her head was a crown of leaves. In Alicia's left hand she bore an hourglass, and in her right was a kingly crown of silver.
Imar had a flash of memory, of his young sister Alicia giving the ten year old Imar a novelty for his birthday. An hourglass. Filled with beach sand. And as the young Imar accepted the toy hourglass, he had a sudden vision of this moment in time. Imar had carried this vision, all of his life. Like the lady Alicia's long held vision of landing on the sandy shores of Wake Island, and looking out across the waters to the Sealift Arctic.
Imar slowly rose, and Alicia held out the hourglass, filled not with beach sand, but with the shimmering moments of all the days of Land. Her brother took it into his arms, his eyes wide with wonderment. Alicia then placed the silver crown upon his head, and Imar gasped as the edges of the metal sank into his skull.
The Time Lord's crown merged with the eagle, and Imar was made one with his new station.
Imar cried out as he woke from the dream. The mystic looked around his chamber, struggling to catch his breath. Then, there was a soft tapping of claws upon his chamber door. It opened, and his sister entered. In the gloom of the chamber, Alicia's eyes shone like small stars. Upon her head was a laurel of leaves, and Imar was filled with dread.
But Alicia's face was gentle, and she knelt beside her brother's bed, "Oh brother! What saddens you so? You have not lost your sister!"
Imar shook his head, not knowing what to say. He simply embraced his sister, and traced his fingers over the laurel of leaves that grew from between the feathers of Alicia's head.
"There is no loss here." Alicia assured her brother. "I have simply gained a new calling. Genevieve was troubled by her station because she did not want the power. But I have come to new wisdom, and the power does not rule my being."
Imar hugged his sister, grateful that she was well. But then a cloud passed over his face.
"Nay, there is a loss." He said, "Very soon, by your reckoning, I shall pass away." Alicia bowed her head, "That... is a sadness that I dread."
Imar smiled, "Perhaps as Genevieve sought retirement, there may be another servant of the creator who grows weary from his labors."
Alicia smiled, and tapped her finger on her brother's beak. "Best polish your resume my brother."
Imar groaned. Truly, his sister was still with him. "I love you my sister. You are the only family that I have."
And his sister smiled, "Very soon," she said, "You will know family everywhere."
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In the cheery afternoon light of Eleanor's gallery, her visitors Ursula and Ulysses Steelspere beheld an amazing sight. One that challenged every belief that they held. Or thought they held. Before their eyes, their daughter's fiance was undergoing an astonishing transformation. And when the slender fox had transformed into the towering muscular eagle, Timothy Buttons stepped back, and awaited his future mother and father in law's reaction.
Ursula sat with her mouth agape, and Ulysses' expression was unreadable. The couple sat for a long moment, and then they slowly cast their gaze from Timothy, to their daughter Victoria, and then back to the tall red harpy eagle.
Finally, Ulysses spoke. "Forgive me," he said, "I need time to collect my thoughts. But I want you to know that I am not repulsed, or frightened by what I have seen." Ursula gripped her husband's arm tightly, "Indeed," the mother harpy said, "I have seen a wondrous feat from you master Timothy. Please tell us, how is this possible?"
Timothy began to relate the story of their voyage to seek the sorceress Genevieve. And of Alicia the black eagle being gifted with the sorceress' powers. Of Shelton's accidental transformation, and of Timothy's request for the gift.
"So that I may father children with my love. My lady Victoria." Timothy said. The red eagle cast his gaze to his wife to be, and then back to the Steelsperes. "I wanted you to know about this miracle, as soon as possible. In case you had reservations..." Timothy said.
He awaited further thoughts from the parents, but instead of words, Ursula rose and took Timothy into her arms. Ulysses too put his arms around Timothy, and his lady Ursula. Victoria rushed to them, and joined her Timothy in the embrace. Timothy gasped with great emotion, and across the gallery, Catherine Brownfoot was moved to tears. Shelly, still in her eagle form, hugged her Virgil tightly. Shelton as his old equine self nestled his head against his husband Hector's chest.
Ursula stepped back, and took Timothy's face his her hands. She smoothed the feathers of his cheeks, and looked deeply into his large green eyes. "I'm so happy..." Ursula said, her voice cracking. And then she hugged her daughter and her future son in law once more. Timothy bowed, "Thank you..." he said. Victoria took her future husband's hand, and smiled happily to him. Timothy never imagined such a moment. But here he was. And he was very very happy.
Paul looked to Ulysses, and asked in a chipper note, "Would you like some brandy?" And the grey harpy eagle father said "Yes!"
Paul rose to fetch his supply of spirits, and Eleanor turned to Shelly and Virgil. "I spoke with the lady Alicia. She suggested something to me, and I agree with her. I want you to know, that I plan on naming my new daughter Genevieve."
Shelly was surprised by this, but reflecting upon what the former green mother had done for her, Shelly was very pleased. "Thank you." the blonde eagle said.
Eleanor nodded, and suddenly Shelly jerked her head up with a start. "What is wrong?" Virgil asked. And Shelly smiled, "Shean says that he is hungry."
"Ah," Eleanor said, let me help you with this. The two women rose, and Eleanor suddenly leapt up into the walkway above. Shelly spread her wings, but was unsure of what to do. Virgil took her hand, and led her up the stairs. "You have to remember that Eleanor was a gymnast in her youth." Virgil said with a smile. "Avian gymnasts are the strongest of the strong."
Reaching Shelly's room, Eleanor sat with Shean in her lap. The golden eagle mother had an odd expression on her face, but Shelly realized that she was likely in communication with Shean. The baby's soul retained much of Justin's memory, and Shean was in the bizarre position of being an infant in possession an adult's intellect. Eleanor looked to Shelly, and said "He says he would not mind me doing the feeding this time."
Eleanor leaned back, and opened her maw wide. Shean closed his eyes, and parted his own beak. Eleanor leaned over the baby, and forced herself to regurgitate. Shelly could see partially digested food pass into Shean's mouth.
The child leaned back, smacking his beak together. Shelly had a look of mild disgust on her face, and Shean entered her mind, "Remember mom, I was an eagle in my past life. I have been through this before." Shelly laughed, "I may have to practice a bit before I can pull that off as smoothy as Mom." Shelly said aloud. Eleanor laughed, and Shean cast a thoughtful look to his new eagle mother. "You look beautiful as an eagle Shelly. I never would have imagined that my eyes would once again be worn by an eagle." A croak came from Shelly's throat, and she clasped her hand to her breast. Shean's eyes widened, "I did not mean to make you sad momma!"
"It's okay..." Shelly said. Eleanor looked to Shelly, and then down to Shean. The baby looked up to the golden eagle mother, and softly peeped. "Oh, you won't be scoring points that easily mister!" Eleanor cawed happily.
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On board the Sealift Arctic, the ship was preparing a work up for their next cruise. Winter was the busy season for the crew. The Sealift Arctic was, as it's name implied, an Arctic supply ship.
First Mate Janus Daniels made his was down the ship's main passageway, looking for one of his eagle stewards. Sighting one of the golden eagles, Janus called to him, "Jonathan, could I get a hand?"
But the eagle blinked to him, "I am Ashley. Did you need Jonathan?" Janus shook his head, "Just need someone to help in the galley, are you currently tasked?" Ashley smiled, "I can help out!"
The two made their way to the galley, and Janus set Ashley to work cutting potatoes to fry. The crew loved fresh fried potatoes, and Janus tried to make then whenever possible.
Ashley began to toss the potatoes into the frier basket, and set them into the grease. But the eagle dropped potatoes which were soaking wet, and a violent reaction occurred when the basket hit the grease. Flames shot high into the air, and Ashley screamed loudly. He looked around quickly for a fire extinguisher, but saw the bucket of water which the potatoes had been soaking. Ashley was not a knowledgeable cook, and so made the fatal error of grasping the water, and throwing it on the grease fire.
Thick oily flames splashed the young eagle, and Eleanor's middle son burst into raging flames. The eagle screamed in agony, and writhed upon the galley floor. Janus finally reached him, and threw a blanket over the dying eagle.
Ashley's feathers were melted to his flesh, and most of his beak was destroyed. "Momma..." the young eagle gasped, "momma..."
Ashley began to convulse, and Janus screamed for help. Suddenly the room was lit by a blazing light, and from nowhere the tall black eagle Alicia appeared. She shoved the head steward aside, and put her hands on Ashley's ruined chest. Electricity leapt from Alicia's hands, and Ashley's eyes went wide as a great power flooded into him. Bright bolts of electricity licked the stricken eagle, and his body became restored where the lightning touched him.
Soon Ashley was completely healed, at least physically, and Alicia took the young eagle into her arms. Ashley was heavily sobbing in the way that eagles cry. "Momma!" he gasped again.
Captain McGinn stormed into the galley, followed by many more crewmen in firefighting gear. "Who the devil are you?" McGinn cried, seeing Alicia in the galley. Janus waved to the Captain, "She's a friend."
Ashley looked into Alicia's shining eyes, "Please.... take me home." he said. And as Jonathan made his way into the galley, Alicia beckoned to him. The black eagle then looked to Janus, and the mink nodded to her.
"Take them home, I'll explain to the Captain." he said. Alicia smiled to Janus, and in a flash the black eagle disappeared with the two young golden eagles.
McGinn gasped aloud, and many of the other crewmen murmured to themselves, remembering Alicia's past miracles. "The boy was horribly burned," Janus told the Captain, "The eagle saved him."
McGinn shook his head, not comprehending, but the other crew members began to relate the events of the previous weeks to him.
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Victoria's parents sat in Eleanor's gallery, riveted to their daughter's tale of the battle with the tuskin beasts. Benjamin joined her, telling the proud harpy eagle parents how bravely their daughter had fought, and how fearsome she had been. Ursula smiled to her Victoria, and Eleanor shook her head, trying to imagine her own sons in such a pitched battle. "Well, perhaps my brave young Marine..." Eleanor thought to herself.
Just then there was a bright flash of blue light from outside. And the startled company looked out of the main window to the black eagle Alicia, carrying Ashley in her arms. Jonathan was with her, and the three made their way inside. Eleanor rushed to her sons, and Ashley frantically called to her, "Momma!!"
Eleanor cried out as she threw her arms around her sons. "What has happened?" Eleanor asked. Paul rushed from the kitchen area, a great concern on his face. Alicia stood, and to Eleanor and Paul she projected an image of Ashley being mortally wounded in the fire. But the black eagle spared Eleanor the horrible details of Ashley's injuries.
Eleanor cried out in horror at the thought of another of her sons nearly dying. She hugged Ashley tightly, as the boy was racked with weeping gasps. Paul sank to his knees, and put his arms around Ashley, "I'm so sorry..." Paul said as he shut his eyes tightly. He had nearly caused the death of another of Eleanor's sons. "So sorry..." Paul whispered again. But in that moment Ashley put his arm around his stepfather's neck, and hugged him tightly. "I'm okay." Ashley said, trying to compose himself. "Please don't be upset." the young eagle said again.
Eleanor cupped Ashley's face in her hands, and carefully examined him. The image of Alicia's vision replayed in her mind. Of Ashley on fire. Of him screaming in agony, and calling for his mother. Eleanor held her Ashley close, and looked to Alicia, "Thank you..." she said. Alicia bowed, "I missed your company, and I was looking in on my friends, to see how you are faring. And I saw the accident. I came as quickly as I could."
Jonathan put his arms around Alicia. "Thank you. Thank you." he said softly. Alicia embraced the young golden eagle, and Jonathan felt the odd warmth of Alicia's body radiate through him. Jonathan suddenly felt deep romantic stirrings for the goddess, and Alicia was very flattered by his desire. She knelt down, and put her beak beside his, an avian way of kissing one another. Jonathan's heart soared.
The family settled down, and Eleanor, in the throes of great motherly nurture, picked Ashley up. With impressive strength, she carried him up to his room. Shelton smiled, and winked to the embarrassed young eagle as he was carried away.
Alicia felt that she should depart, but as she stood next to Jonathan, she was unable to move. She looked down to the young golden eagle, and he looked to her. Alicia had never felt romantic urges for anyone. But there was something about her new state that made these feelings come to her. Taking seed within her being, and blooming forth with desire.
Suddenly the room was lit with a pale blue light, and Alicia looked to the vision of a small falcon who bore a silver crown upon his head. Alicia looked to the other members of the company, and they seemed oblivious to the falcon's presence. "I wish to speak to you." the first lord of time said to the green mother.
"I must take my leave Jonathan, I shall see you again soon." Alicia said warmly to Jonathan, and Jonathan's heart soared as he felt Alicia's desire to be with him. "Farewell my friends, I shall see you again soon." the black eagle said. And with a flash, she disappeared. Shelton and Hector were struck by how warm Alicia had seemed. Quite out of character for the usually stoic, and logical temple priestess.
Invisible to the family around them, Alicia stood with Heron, the lord of time. Alicia sensed that the lord of time was displeased with Alicia's interference in healing Ashley, and of her creating shapeshifters.
But Alicia arose in great might before the time lord, and in a loud and commanding voice she said to him "I have not made these decisions lightly, and it is my will that they be done. There shall be no discussion in this matter."
The time lord was shocked by the black eagle's display, and he meekly bowed to the goddess, "It is not my intension to displease the mother of nature." Heron said. Alicia looked intently upon him, and then she smiled. "I apologize for disrupting the flow of time with my actions regarding the young Ashley Brightwing. But as the time lord, you have the power to make repairs to the continuum."
Heron bowed, "Indeed," he said. "I merely sought explanation for your actions. But I see that the mother of nature has personal reasons for her interference in the natural order..." Heron's voice trailed off as he saw the fearsome menace that radiated from Alicia. The golden light shining from Alicia's eyes had turned to a deep red, and she flexed her talons with great anger. "Forgive me," Heron said, "I meant no disrespect."
Alicia stilled her anger. "You must also forgive me, there are so many new emotions within me, emotions that I have never before felt. I feel as if I have become a stranger within my own body." And Heron nodded, "You speak some measure of truth." he said gently.
Heron then drew near to her, "I have watched your brother Imar. I think very highly of him. He has great wisdom, and I could think of no more worthy a successor for my office. Tell him that if he wishes to confer with me, that I should like to meet with him." Alicia was surprised, and she bowed to the time lord. "Thank you..." she said softly.
Heron departed, and Alicia stood for a long moment in Eleanor's gallery. Invisible to all of the family, save one. At the far and of the gallery, Shean Proudfoot sat upon a sofa. Looking to the black eagle. Apparently witnessing the entire conversation. Alicia realized that Shean was more than a mere soul with a window to the spirit world. The black eagle crossed the gallery and bowed to him, "Your family will benefit from your skill Master Proudfoot. Indeed, I sense your brother Ashley will have great need of your mastery of dreams." Alicia said to Shean. "Perhaps there is a gift I could impart to you. For I see an adult's intellect trapped within an infant's body." Alicia reached out, and touched Shean's small head.
And Shelly, seated near her son, suddenly saw a bright blue flash come from Shean. The infant let out a loud squeak, and suddenly, his body began to grow. The household looked over to Shean with wide eyed surprise as the infant seemed to age before their eyes. Years of growth passing in the space of only a moment, until at last Shean was the age of Justin when he had passed. That being nineteen years. Shelly looked to her son, her hands over her beak.
And Alicia, still invisible to all except Shean said to him, "Your years are not lost to you. To the natural flow of time you are still only four days old. You may now move your physical body through your years, as you do in your dreams." Alicia said. Shean looked over to his mother, and he struggled to speak. Eleanor came down the steps and beheld the newly adult Hippogriff. Ulysses Steelspere stood up, confusion upon his face. Ursula looked to her daughter, and Victoria smiled to her, "We are... a strange family." Victoria said with a smile. Ursula laughed, and Ulysses shook his head. "Indeed." he said.
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Deep within the avian temple, Imar the black eagle sat within his study. Pouring over old tomes, carefully studying the mysticism surrounding the incarnations of nature. The living animals, tasked with maintaining the harmony of the creator's world. Imar had just finished reading a scroll regarding the incarnation of nature, and now began reading an account of the three time lords. The lord of the past, of the present, and the lord of the future. These three animals were forever separated by their office, yet were intimately connected through their work. Seamlessly bringing the flow of time from one moment to the next.
Greatest of these lords was the lord of the present. The first lord of time. The second time lord was of the future, and the third being the keeper of the past. Imar was amazed that he had not the wisdom to see Genevieve for what she truly was. But the lioness had carefully masked her power. And the temple mystics had falsely believed that the incarnation of nature had not yet arisen from the long slumber following the cataclysm, when the fiery mountain had devastated the surface of Land.
Imar was startled by a bright flash of light coming from the passageway outside his chamber. Talons then clicked upon the stone floor, and his sister Alicia came to him. Her expression was bright, and jovial. Imar had never before seen his sister so jolly. And he stared in wonder at her broad smile. "I bring tidings my brother!" Alicia sang in a bright voice, "My brother, the next lord of time!"
Imar was startled, and Alicia sat down near him. "Indeed! Heron, the first lord of time has conferred with me. He speaks highly of you, and seeks an audience with you." Imar's eyes went wide, and he smiled to his sister.
But then Alicia's face grew stern. "But beware, if you accept this position, the only respite is death. You will be bound by your station." Alicia then softened, "But together, we may live happily together as we carry out our duties."
Alicia then smiled to herself, her expression seemed far away. And Imar recognized the gaze. He had seen it before on the faces of those who had fallen in love. Imar was momentarily alarmed that his sister might have romantic feelings toward him. But then he saw beyond, and realized that it was another that Alicia thought of. "What is his name?" Imar asked.
"Jonathan, the young son of the lady Eleanor." Alicia said. "I do not know what stirs me so. But I sensed such feelings of love and desire in the heart of the lady Genevieve." Alicia said thoughtfully.
Imar smiled, and Alicia looked sheepish. "I do not know what to do." she said. "Do what feels right." Imar said. "For that is ultimately the correct course to take." Alicia nodded, and took her brother's hand. "Farewell," she said, "For the next time I look upon you, you will no longer be Imar Majoris, high priest of the avian temple." Imar's beak parted thoughtfully, and Alicia gripped his hand tightly. "I love you my brother." Alicia said warmly.
And with that, she disappeared in a flash. Imar's eyes were momentarily dazzled, but as he recovered his vision, there was another in the room with him. A falcon, from whom shone a pale white light. The falcon carried a staff of silver, and upon his head sparkled a kingly crown. Imar bowed to the time lord, "Greetings, please... welcome to my home." Imar said.
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Evening time was coming, and the Silverstone home was settling down to bed. Shean Proudfoot had one of Shelton's jackets tied around his waist. Preserving his modesty, until suitable clothing could be purchased for him.
Virgil hugged him tightly, and lamented that he would miss holding his infant son. Shean reflected upon this, and in his mind's eye, he envisioned himself as an infant once more. And there, before his startled parent's eyes, Shean reverted back to his infant state. "Okay, that's interesting." Virgil said. Shean let out an amused squeak, and Shelly put her hand on her son's head. "You're in it now mister, going back to being a baby won't get you out of the household chores!"
Hector and Shelton settled down in their chamber, and as his equine self, Shelton brushed his lips over Hector's bare belly. His eagle cooed, and patted Shelton's face as the pony pleasured his husband.
Across the home, Jonathan visited his brother Ashley. Ashley smiled weakly to his brother, and Jonathan hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry Jon." Ashley said. "For what?" Jonathan asked, smoothing his brother's feathers.
"I was so stupid, doing what I did in that galley. Pouring water on a grease fire." But Jonathan gripped his brother by his shoulders, and gently shook him. "So just remember not to do that again when we get back to the ship!"
But Ashley looked away. "I'm never going back to the ship. I want to stay with Mom, I never want to hurt her again." Jonathan took Ashley's beak in his hand, and forced his brother to look at him. "The accident has only just happened. Give it some time, and then see if you want to go back. You can't stay with Mom forever you know." Jonathan said as gently as he could.
Ashley hugged his brother tightly, "I love you Jon." Ashley said. "When I was laying on that floor... dying... all I could think about was you and mom." Jonathan's throat choked up, and he hugged his brother again. "I love you too Ash. You silly bird."
Jonathan bid his brother goodnight, and then made his way back to his temporary room. Jonathan's chamber had been given to Mister and Misses Steelspere while they are visiting, since at the time the boys had been away on the ship.
Jonathan now chose to sleep in a large storage room across from the kitchen. As Jonathan made his way into the kitchen, he found the black eagle Alicia there. "Hello Jonathan." Alicia said, nervously smoothing her feathers. "I wanted to see you again, I hope..." But Alicia was interrupted by the young golden eagle hugging her tightly. Alicia put her arms around him, and held him for a very long moment.
Back within Imar's chamber, the black eagle enjoyed a stimulating conversation with lord Heron. The time lord was impressed with Imar's wisdom, and eloquence. "I can think of no greater successor." Heron said to Imar. Then the time lord bowed his head. "Imar, please know that once you hold an office of an incarnation of nature, you can never again be reborn into the world. After death, you shall travel to the creator, and there you will dwell with him. Such is my fate."
Imar looked very thoughtful. And Heron looked deeply into Imar's eyes, "You shall never know another birth, if you take unto yourself this office." Imar looked across his chamber to the small hourglass that his sister had gifted to him, all those years ago. It was a treasured possession to Imar, and it was a fitting portense to his future path. Imar was born for this position, and the black eagle was ready. "I accept." Imar said.
The falcon rose, and held out his silver staff. The staff became an hourglass, and the time lord spoke an ancient hymn, "From the tome the word is spoken, that a crown of a servant of the creator can only be removed when a worthy successor comes forth."
Heron grasped his crown, and took it from his brow. The falcon closed his eyes, and a great relief crossed his face. He drew near to Imar, and looked up to the towering eagle. "You best kneel down son, you are quite tall."
Imar smiled, happy for the weight of this moment being lightened by the humor.
Imar knelt, and Heron placed his crown upon Imar's head. The metal painlessly merged with Imar's flesh, becoming one with the black eagle. Heron then presented his hourglass to Imar, and the black eagle took it into his arms.
The falcon then slowly lowered himself to the cool stone floor. "Thank you." Heron said softly. And Imar's vision was momentarily blinded by an intense light as the power of the creator flooded into him. Filling his being with the strength to endure his new office.
When at last Imar's vision returned to him, he saw Heron's spirit alight from his body, and travel across the veil to the waiting arms of his creator. "Farewell..." Imar said softly.
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Sometime after midnight, in the stillness of the Silverstone home, the young Elizabeth Brownfoot heard a voice cry out in fear. The badger gently rose from her parent's bed, and went across the hall to Ashley's chamber. She heard the eagle stirring, in the grips of a fearful nightmare.
"Momma..." Ashley cried in his sleep. Elizabeth padded to Ashley's bed, and climbed onto the large cushion with him. "Shhhh," Elizabeth said, doing her best to mimmic Eleanor's voice, "It's okay sweetheart, Mommy's here."
Ashley settled down, and murmured softly as he drifted back into a restful slumber. Elizabeth snuggled against Ashley's soft feathers and she too drifted back to sleep. Downstairs, in the storage room, Alicia held Jonathan in her arms.
The golden eagle pressed himself tightly against Alicia's magnificent form. And the black eagle slowly ran her fingers up and down Jonathan's thigh. Jonathan burned hotly with desire. He had never before been with anyone. And to be here with Alicia was overwhelming to him. He wished to become erect, but his manhood was paralyzed with nervousness.
Alicia sensed his desire, and she gently cupped her large hand between his legs. Jonathan's eyes went wide as his serpentine penis began to extend from his body, into Alicia's waiting hand. The black eagle gently guided his tip between her legs, and Jonathan felt himself penetrate Alicia's folds. Alicia also relished this moment. She too had never been touched by another, and the two eagles lost their virginity to one another as Jonathan's penis slowly penetrated deeply into the lady Alicia.
Alicia let out a long breath as Jonathan hilted himself. Moving on instinct, the young man began to make slow circles with his hips. Thrusting into Alicia as his breath came in deep gasps. Alicia rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Jonathan relished the awesome physique of the back eagle as he mated her. Alicia felt the thrumming waves of orgasm coming over her, and she threw her head back and urged Jonathan to thrust harder. The golden eagle complied, as he felt his own release building between his legs.
Alicia put her long arms around his neck, and drew his face to hers. She breathed into his mouth as he mated her, and Jonathan savored the sweetness of her breath. "Yes..." Alicia gasped, "Yes."
Jonathan felt Alicia clamp hard around his member as she climaxed, and instantly, he came inside the black eagle. Jonathan threw his head back, and cried out as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him. From upstairs, Ulysses Steelspere heard the young eagle's cries of passion. And beside him, his wife Ursula gave a soft chuckle. "It gets frisky around here." Ulysses said to his wife. "Indeed." Ursula said with a smile. And with that, the father harpy eagle put his hips to his wife's shapely bottom, and mated her with a newfound youthful lust.
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The next morning, Eleanor made her way across the ornate walkway to her son's room. Looking in on Ashley, she saw him sleeping peacefully with the young Elizabeth. The mother eagle smiled, and then vaulted over the railing to the gallery below. She made her way to the kitchen to prepare her day, and there she found Alicia and Jonathan seated at the table. Jonathan waved to his mother, and Alicia smiled warmly. Eleanor raised a brow ridge, and gave her son a knowing smile.
"Did you have a restful night?" Eleanor asked her son, and Jonathan smiled sheepishly. "We did indeed." Alicia said. And Jonathan did his best to hide himself under the table. But Eleanor put her arms around both of the eagles. "I am glad." Eleanor said, and looking deeply into Alicia's eyes, she said softly "Thank you for saving my son."
Alicia put her large face against Eleanor's breast, "His loss would have been felt by us all. I could not withstand such a sadness."
Eleanor hugged Alicia's large head. Inhaling deeply the sweet scent of the laurel of leaves that crowed the goddess' head. "Ah," Alicia said suddenly, "My brother draws near."
Just then the doorbell chimed, and Eleanor went to answer. Jonathan and Alicia rose, and followed. Eleanor opened the large door, and there stood Imar, the black eagle. His shining silver crown dazzled Eleanor's eyes, and his long silver staff sparkled with a strange inner radiance.
Alicia smiled to her brother, and Imar bowed to her. Imar slowly made his way into the home, and from above Ulysses was just emerging from his chamber. Looking down, he caught sight of Imar's majesty. His eyes went wide, and he retreated back into the chamber. "This is truly an interesting household." Ulysses said to his wife. And Ursula smiled, "Isn't it wonderful?"
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The next day, all assembled in the garden, and Ursula stood with her husband Ulysses. The mother of nature stood with them, and Alicia smiled warmly to their daughter Victoria. Victoria's eyes shimmered with great emotion, and she held her parent's hands tightly as she waited for Timothy.
From the house, Benjamin and Catherine Brownfoot emerged with their adopted son. For the ceremony, Timothy chose to wear is natural reynard form. Alicia stood before the party, and smiled to the fox as his parents led him to the altar. "We present our son Timothy Buttons, to enter into matrimony with his beloved." the proud badgers said.
The eagles Ursula and Ulysses took their daughter's hand, and led her to Timothy's side. Hugging her, they said with great emotion "We present our daughter Victoria Steelspere to enter into matrimony with her beloved."
Alicia took the young couple's hands, and placed them together. A brilliant golden light came from the goddess, and in a loud voice that sounded like a thousand trumpets Alicia cried "Rejoice! For thou art now married!"
Timothy was moved to tears, and he threw his arms around his eagle. Victoria closed her wings around her new husband. She sighed happily, and rested her chin on her fox's head. "I love you, Misses Victoria Buttons." Timothy said through tears of joy.
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Alicia made her way through the happy crowd. She smiled at Sherry and Hector as they hugged and congratulated Mister and Misses Buttons. Priscilla and Joshua Morningside warmly embraced their daughter in law Shelly in her new eagle form, and they marveled at their grandson Shean, magically transformed into a young adult.
The black eagle Imar found the lady Eleanor looking to her grandson Shean. Reflecting that he had once been her Justin. "I once told you," Imar said to Eleanor, and the mother eagle suddenly looked to the time lord, "I once told you not to hope to find your son." Imar said, "But as you look across your garden, behold, you have found your son."
Eleanor smiled, and Imar put his arms around the golden lady.
"Do not withhold your love lady Eleanor, go to your grandson. Rejoice that the creator, through his mercy, has restored your Justin to you."
Eleanor hugged Imar tightly. Alicia drew near, hand in hand with Jonathan. Ashley smiled to them, and then looked to the towering Imar. He wished that he could take the black lord's hand in his. Ashley was surprised at his feelings, he never really felt that he was homosexual, until this moment.
Imar turned to Ashley, and he did reach out and take the young man's hand. Ashley was very surprised, and shyly lowered his eyes. But Imar cupped the young eagle's beak in his hand, and brought Ashley's eyes up to meet his.
"Have faith Ashley, you will find your perfect mate." Imar said, and hugged the young eagle. Ashley felt the strange coolness of Imar's body. He remembered the radiant warmth of Alicia's body when she had carried him. But Imar seemed very cool, almost like stone. Or metal. "Thank you." Ashley softly peeped.
That night, Shean walked the Silverstone home. He looked to the large wall of photos, and saw the photographs of Justin. Reaching out, Shean touched the photo of Justin proudly wearing his freshly presented Marine sash.
Tracing his fingers over the photographs, his claws came to rest on a photograph of Eleanor holding Justin when he was a small baby. Shean opened his mouth, and struggled to speak. And in that moment, he found his voice, "Mother."
Looking to the walkway above, Shean made his way upstairs. Passing Ashley's room, Shean looked in. Ashley sat on the edge of his bed, his hands between his knees. The young eagle looked up, and he smiled to Shean.
The hippogriff made his way into the room, and sat down beside Ashley. "Hello Ash." Shean said in Justin's voice. Ashley's eyes widened upon hearing the voice, and Shean put his arms around his brother. "Tonight, you will sleep soundly. There will be no nightmares of the fire this night." Shean said, holding his brother close.
Ashley slipped his arms around Shean, and sighed. Shean touched his beak to Ashley's and then rose to take his leave. But Ashley called after him. "Justy..." Ashley said softly, "When I was burned, I felt what it was like to be dying. It was so scary."
Shean smiled, and cupped Ashley's face in his hands. "I know." Shean said, "But should the dreams of the fire come upon you, then I will be there to comfort you." Shean hugged his brother once more, and then bid Ashley goodnight.
In Eleanor's chamber, Paul lay on the large bed, reading a romance novel. The happy couple had found that reenacting scenes from their favorite books was stimulating role play. And Eleanor relished the fun sex that they had.
Just then there was a soft tapping of claws on their archway, and Shean peeked inside. "Ah, Shean..." Paul said, beckoning the hippogriff to him. Eleanor emerged from the bathroom, and smiled when she saw Shean. "Hi Mom." Shean said in a voice that Eleanor recognized as her Justin's.
The mother eagle dropped the book that she was holding, as Imar's words echoed in her mind. "Rejoice, the creator has restored your Justin to you."
Eleanor took a step toward Shean, and from the edges of Shean's sky blue eyes, tears began to well up. Something that would be impossible for an ordinary eagle's eyes. "Mom..." Shean said again, and he held out his arms to his former mother. Eleanor rushed to him, and threw her arms around her grandson. "Oh baby..." Eleanor said softly.
Shean softly wept as Eleanor held him close. His equine ears swiveled atop his eagle head, and Paul watched the two with gentle concern. He could not fathom what it would be like to lose a child, and then be reunited with them in such a way. But he was happy that through this miracle, Justin could return to his mother in the form of Shean Proudfoot.
Just then, there was a soft peep. Eleanor's feathers stood on end, and Paul quickly looked to the corner of their room where Genevieve's egg sat. A peep was heard once more, and Paul thought he saw the egg move.
Shean wiped the tears from his eyes, and dashed to the walkway outside. "Mother's egg is hatching! Come and see!"
Quickly, the members of the household poured into the room. Elizabeth struggled to look past the large eagles, but Virgil took the young badger in his arms, and set her down right next to Genevieve's egg. The peep from within the egg became stronger, and a crack appeared down the length of the egg. Elizabeth's eyes widened, and Eleanor was overwhelmed. The mother eagle softly gasped as her new daughter emerged from her egg.
Paul held his wife close, and together they smiled down upon their new daughter.
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That night, Shean made his way into Eleanor's gallery, and settled down upon the large sofa. He slowly drifted off to sleep, and as always, Shean appeared amongst the darken groves of the creator's forest.
Shean rose, and made his way to the great reflective pool. He sensed his brother Ashley was in the throes of a terrible nightmare, and Shean went into the troubled eagle's dream.
In Ashley's nightmare, he stood before the ship's oil friers. The grease was scalding hot, and it roiled high into the air. Ashley loaded the frier basket with the wet potatoes, and prepared to relive his terrible injury of that day.
But Shean reached out, and turned the boiling oil into cool water. And as Ashley dumped the basket into the frier, nothing happened. Ashley braced his arms upon the frier, and frantically looked around. "Come on!" he cried.
Shean took Ashley into his arms, but the young eagle struggled in the hippogriff's embrace. "No!!" Ashley cried, "I'm supposed to burn!" Ashley struggled to break free of Shean's grip, but the hippogriff held him with an immense strength that came not from his muscles.
"Ashley..." Shean said softly, "There is no fire. You are healed. You are safe." Ashley moaned, and slowly, Shean eased his brother's dream self onto the galley floor. Shean smoothed the golden eagle's feathers, and smiled gently to him.
"Ashley, I know you suffered a terrible trauma. And I know you are haunted by the darkness that you saw." Ashley looked wide eyed at the hippogriff, "The darkness!" he cried, "I never want to feel that darkness again!"
But Shean gently hugged his brother, "No Ashley, the darkness is nothing to fear. Can I show you? May I take you to the place that you glimpsed?" Ashley looked very fearful, but he nodded to Shean.
And the image of the galley slowly darkened, and the ceiling supports of the Sealift Arctic's galley grew tall, and became beautiful tree trunks. The two boys were now in the midst of a darken forest. A pale white moon shone overhead, and brilliant shining stars glinted beyond. Shean gestured to the deep dark sky above them, "This is the place that you glimpsed Ashley. This is the place that your spirit was preparing to cross over to."
Ashley looked up into the dazzling firmament, "Where are we?" he asked softly.
"I'm not sure," Shean said. "But I think this is the mind of the creator. We are inside of the creator Ashley."
The two sat for a long long time. Gazing out beyond the forest to the darken sea beyond. The moon lit a great shimmering shaft of silver upon the waters. "Do you see the ship?" Shean asked, and Ashley softly gasped, "Yes."
"That is the servant of the waters. When we finally do pass from life, we shall meet the mariner, and he will carry us across the waters to the veil." Ashley shook his head, not understanding, but very much at peace now.
"I'm not afraid anymore." Ashley said, and hugged Shean tightly. Shean closed his eyes, and returned Ashley to his own dream of the Sealift Arctic. But the vision of the ship's galley became Eleanor's garden. Shean leaned back in the cool grass, and smiled. "Now that's better." the hippogriff said. Ashley looked back, and smiled to Shean.
Then, Ashley conjured an image of Imar the black eagle. Ashley went to his dream man, and put his arms around the towering eagle. Shean sat and watched the two, but then the hippogriff covered his eyes in embarrassment, "Oh, well... let me leave you two alone."
\-by Chris Sawyer
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Title: Berlin: My First Time
Tags: hands clamped, shoulder put, met nice, enjoyed reading, monika, nice woman, women guys, likes women, tiny pair, gently teeth
Dear Jane,
Thanks a lot for your letter. I really enjoyed reading it. It sounds as if we're on pretty much the same wavelength and I'm glad we're going to be writing to each other, so I guess it's up to me now to start things going. You mentioned you like going to bed with good-looking women. Me too, so I think I'm going to start off by telling you about the first time it ever happened to me.
It was just after I finished university. I was 22. I'd spent the summer travelling round Europe, sometimes on my own, sometimes with a friend, once, for a while, with a really sweet guy from Portugal, and it had been great. It was getting towards the end of August, almost time to go back to Britain and start being sensible, and on the way I decided to go to Berlin for a few days. I'd never been there before and lots of people had told me how good it was there, what a lot of life there was and all kinds of other good stuff, and there was a girl I'd been at school with who was living there and teaching English. She'd written a few times and it always sounded as if she was having a whale of a time.
So off I went. Katie was really happy to see me and we had a marvellous time together. She knew all sorts of interesting people and places and the first few days were just like one big long party. There were bars, restaurants, clubs, concerts, parties, all kinds of stuff. I'd been on a pretty quiet Greek island for most of the previous month and so I thought it was just wonderful. Going out till late, crashing out at her place, getting up around lunchtime, having a lovely long bath with all the smellies she had lying around in there, then a lazy lunch and then getting out and about again. It was just so exciting!
One day, after about a week, I got up when Katie was already out at school. I was just having some coffee and toast when the bell rang. I answered it and there was a woman there I hadn't seen before. She started out in German, which I didn't really speak much at all, just a few words, so I just sort of smiled and told her I was English and that I didn't understand. "Oh, sorry," she said.
"Is Katie in?"
"No, she's gone to work." She looked a bit confused by that, so I asked her if she wanted to come in for a minute and have a coffee.
"That would be nice," she said, and in she came. Well, to cut a long story short and spare you all the dialogue, she was a friend of Katie's called Monika, and she wanted to know if Katie felt like going out with her that evening to a dance performance. Well, I knew that Katie had something on that evening anyway, but I was at a bit of a loose end, and I think she must have seen it in my face, because she asked me if I felt like going with her.
"Why not?" I thought. She seemed really pleasant and friendly, and I thought it would be interesting to go out with her and watch the dancing rather than just sitting at home and waiting for Katie. So she told me how to get to the theatre and we agreed to meet outside at about seven.
When Katie got home I told her all about it. I thought she'd be really pleased, but she didn't seem that way at all. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said, in that kind of way that makes it as clear as day that there is something the matter.
"No, come on, tell me, Katie. I'm not stupid. Tell me. Please."
"Well," Katie said, "if you're going to go out with Monika there's something that you probably ought to know..."
"Yeah, what then?"
"Well, she's, she's..."
"Come on, TELL ME!"
"Well, she might be interested in a bit more than just going to the theatre, if you see what I mean."
"What? You mean she's a lesbian?"
"Well, not exactly, but I think she likes women as well as guys. No, I know she likes women as well as guys."
"How?" "She tried it on with me once, when we were drunk at a party."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened. I made sure of that."
"Wow. When was this?"
"Oh, ages ago, when we first met. I really like her, she's a nice woman and a good friend and everything, but I just don't have any interest in that sort of thing. If I'm going to have anybody in my bed, it's going to be a guy, not a woman, however attractive she might be. Right?"
"Yeah, sure. So are you saying that I shouldn't go out with Monika tonight?"
"No, stupid. You're a big girl. You can look after yourself, can't you? I just wanted you to know."
So now I knew. And what surprised me, to be perfectly honest, was that I wasn't bothered at all. In fact, truth be told, once I thought about it I found it hard to stop my imagination from working. Getting it on with another woman wasn't something I'd ever actually done, but on the other hand it wasn't something I'd really not done either, if you see what I mean. I wasn't a prude. I'd always said to myself that I should try things before knocking them, and now it looked as if I might get the chance to see if I was just bullshitting myself or whether I really meant it. And, if Monika tried something on with me, why not? She was a nice woman, I'd enjoyed talking to her in the morning, and she was certainly good-looking enough, slim, pretty face, nice auburn hair, smiley grey eyes, that sort of thing, and so the idea of getting something going with her was actually pretty exciting in a weird kind of way. I certainly wasn't going to start anything, but if she did, well, I decided I wouldn't say no straight away. We'd just have to wait and see, wouldn't we?
You might not believe me, but by the time we met outside the theatre in the evening I'd half forgotten about all this business. As soon as I saw Monika, though, it all came back to me. She was standing alone on the steps, looking around, for me, I suppose. It was one of those really warm summer evenings and she was wearing very simple clothes that suited her well, just a dress with a denim jacket over it. She had nice legs, I noticed, slim and lightly tanned. As soon as she saw me she broke out into a big smile and waved.
"Hello," she said, "you're looking great. Let me look." And she held me at arm's length and looked me up and down. I had on a sleeveless baggy cotton dress that I'd bought in Greece, one of those ones with buttons all the way up the front. It was comfy and easy to keep clean, and when you're living out of a rucksack that's ideal. Anyway, Monika seemed to like it. She nodded and smiled again and then put her hand on my arm to hand to take me through the door. There was quite a crowd of people in the foyer, and she took me by the hand to lead me through them and into the auditorium.
It felt nice. Her hand was nice and dry and smooth in mine and it felt good. When we got to the end of the row where our seats were she let it go, though. We sat down somewhere in the middle and she took off her jacket. Her dress was one of those really light cotton ones with shoulder straps and the sort of neckline they used to call daring. She looked great in it, lots of creamy back and shoulder on view with just a dusting of suntan, and try as I might I just couldn't stop myself from looking. And thinking, of course.
Have you ever read "Sons and Lovers" by D H Lawrence? Don't worry, I'm not about to go all literary on you, but there's a bit in that where this guy, Paul, goes to the theatre with this woman, Miriam, who he's really in love with right then and he just can't keep his eyes off her, especially, I think, a little vein in the hollow of her arm. Well, that's a bit like how it was. She had lovely tanned skin. It looked so soft and smooth and I just couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to touch her legs. The dress had ridden up a bit and they were showing way above her knees. Then she leant forward to wave to somebody she'd seen coming in and I got a glimpse right down the front of her dress, just for a second or maybe even less, but it gave me a lump in my throat, honestly. She wasn't wearing a bra and I just got this quick flash of her breasts and one of her nipples, not even enough time to focus or anything but it was just so exciting. Of course, right then she turned and looked at me, and it must've just been so obvious that I'd been peeking. I started blushing, I felt so stupid, and she just went on looking into my eyes, far too long for it to be a normal glance, and gave me this secret sort of a smile and then looked as if she was about to say something, but just then the lights went down and saved me.
I just sat there in the dark with my face glowing, feeling a real idiot, but nothing happened and after a bit I calmed down and started to concentrate on the show. I really enjoyed it. The dancers were great and there was something just so thrilling about being in the dark next to Monika and thinking about her and enjoying the feeling of her warm and close to me but not touching and the smell of the perfume she was wearing - she didn't have any make-up on but she did have this light gentle scent of violets about her - and the feeling that she'd caught me out and that I was on the verge of something that thinking about made me feel both guilty and all excited at the same time, something a bit like how I used to feel before I went on stage when I did acting at university.
There wasn't any interval or anything like that, so when the lights went up it was already time to leave. Monika didn't take my hand this time.
"A drink?" she said as we walked away from the theatre.
"Mmmm, sure. Where?"
"Well, there's a place not far from here that's okay, or, if you prefer, we could go back to my flat. It's not so far from here." I'd always thought that it was just a cliché when people said their hearts jumped inside them, but it's really the only way to describe what I felt right then.
"It's happening!" I thought, and it was such a strong, strange thought, at the same time incredibly exciting and deeply worrying. "Should I do this?" (Jane, I hope you don't mind these italics, I know they're a bit literary , but it's the best I can think of to try to show how I felt.) The answer to the question took only a second or so to come, but that second seemed like the longest one of my life. It lasted for ever. "You've got to. If you don't you'll wonder for the rest of your life what you missed this evening. Do it!" "What about you? What would you prefer?"
"My place?" she said with a little smile. "Okay. Your place it is."
The flat was in an old house that we reached through a courtyard. "Who lives here with you?" I asked as we toiled up the narrow stairs to the fourth floor.
"Just me," said Monika. "And here we are." We walked in through a double door that led into a small hall. Monika didn't turn the light on but kicked off her shoes and walked straight through another door into the room beyond. A light clicked on.
"Come on in," she said. Monika's living-room was, as I'd half-expected, simply but tastefully decorated. White walls, a polished natural wood floor with a couple of small rugs here and there, a sofa and matching armchair in black, a coffee table, a stereo, a TV, a couple of plants, a few pictures on the walls, a lot of books. Light came not from the big fitting hanging from the ceiling but two lamps on the bookshelf. I liked it a lot.
"Do you want to listen to music?"
"I don't know. You?"
"Not desperately. What about a drink?"
"That would be nice," I said.
"Red wine?"
"Lovely." It might help me to relax a bit.
"Take a seat. I'll just go and find it." I sat in the armchair. Monika went into the kitchen. I heard cupboards opening and closing, then the clink of glasses and the popping of the cork. She came in with a bottle and two glasses on a tray and set them down on the coffee table. "Is Burgundy all right?" she asked.
"That's fine. I like it." Monika poured the wine into the glasses and handed me one. "Cheers," I said. "Prosit." And we drank. The wine was good. And for a minute or two neither of us said anything. I looked at Monika, sitting across from me on the sofa, her legs crossed and catching the light, and she looked back at me, and then we both drank again. Say something.
"This place is nice. Have you been living here long?"
"Three years." I drained my glass and shivered.
"Are you cold?" she asked. "No, just a bit..."
"A bit what? Nervous?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I have eyes. I'm not so stupid. But don't worry. I'm not dangerous," she said, and laughed. She had lovely teeth, very white, very even. She had a lovely laugh, too, throaty and musical. Oh no? Monika poured me more wine. For a while we drank and talked about trivial things, things which weren't anything to do with the atmosphere that was developing in the room, an atmosphere of expectation, of tension, of waiting for something that both of us knew was going to happen but neither of us was sure how to start. During a lull in the conversation I got up and walked over to where the albums were stored on a shelf. They were a mixture of vinyl and CDs, mostly jazz and blues, but I didn't recognise a lot of them. Then I found one that remembered from when I was at secondary school, one we listened to a lot during lunchbreaks. It seemed funny to find it here, in such a different situation from the one I knew it in.
"Would you like to hear it?" Monika's voice, soft, came from by my side.
"Not right now, thanks. It's just something I remember from somewhere else." Once more her perfume was all around me. I caught my breath.
"You like my smell, don't you?" she said quietly. "I noticed in the theatre."
"Mmmm," I nodded. "It's lovely."
"You like me, too, don't you?" she continued. "Yes, I do, but ..." I can't say it! Please, please, can't you understand how I feel? Just do something, do something now, or even say something, and break the spell, and I'll go along with everything you want to do! Just something! Please!
"But what? Nervous?"
"Yes, a little bit."
"A new situation for you?"
"Yes," I said, and laughed. Even to me it sounded hollow. "I've never done anything like this before."
"What, had a glass of wine with somebody?"
"No, you know..."
"Been with another woman who you think's going to make a pass at you?"
"Yes."
"Because I won't if you don't want me to."
"No, it's not that, it's just that I..."
"Yes, you feel nervous, but you also feel excited, and you have butterflies in your stomach, and you wonder what's going to happen. Is that right?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Just take it easy," Monika said. "Just forget about being scared. Nothing's going to happen if you don't want it to. Relax. Enjoy yourself." As she said the last words she put her right arm around my shoulders. For a moment I stiffened and took a gulp of breath, and then I looked down and saw her fingers resting there - she had lovely nails, I'd already noticed in the theatre - and then I relaxed and snuggled closer to her. And somehow it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to put my left arm round her waist and just let it rest there. I'd done it before, of course, with guys, but with Monika I was just amazed. There was the way she felt so soft and smooth and warm and there was the narrowness of her waist and her softness and the little ridge of her panties and the feeling of her hip against mine and the way she just flared out from the waist down. It was beautiful. It felt like an electric shock. It was so different. We stayed like that for what seemed like ages, and then we turned to look each other in the eye.
It seemed as if it was happening in slow motion. Her face was very close to mine. God, she's lovely. And she was. She had one of those heart-shaped faces, framed in those auburn curls, and not a grain of make-up. She didn't need it. Creamy skin, a straight nose that turned up just a little bit at the end, soft-looking cushiony lips parted just a tiny bit, and above all her huge humorous grey eyes looking straight at me. I was so close that I could see every detail of her face, the fine lines on her forehead and at the corners of her mouth, the long silver earrings that dangled through the thickness of her hair, each individual hair of her eyebrows, and even the tiny ones on her top lip, and through it all the smell of violets, now mixed on her breath with the sweetness of the wine. Smiling at me all the while, she moved smoothly to face me, her hands meeting behind my neck, and bent her face towards mine.
Our lips just brushed together at first, incredibly gently, incredibly tenderly, just for a split second, and then she moved back a bit and looked me right in the eye again. I ran my tongue over my own lips, savouring the softness and the taste of her, and then moved my mouth towards hers once more. This time the kiss was longer and deeper. Our lips mashed together and then parted as our tongues met for the first time. Hers was vigorous and thrust between my teeth, where I parried it with mine. To and fro, to and fro, our tongues played in and out of each other's mouths until our chins were wet with each other's spit. Her hands were round my neck, mine held her head, caressing her thick hair. The contours of her body were against me and the scent of violets and the heady taste of wine were everywhere.
"Oh, lovely," Monika said with a smile when eventually we came up for air.
"Yes, lovely," I echoed.
"More," said Monika.
"Yes, more," I said. And we had more, this time with her hands on my shoulders, fondling my bare upper arms and holding me close to her, while mine met in the small of her back. We kissed and nibbled and sucked each other's mouths for what seemed like an age before eventually we parted. As our eyes opened and met again Monika brought her hands to the buttons at the top of my dress and, looking me right in the eye the whole while, undid them, one after the other, until it was undone down to the waist. Then she took the edges between her fingers and thumbs and pulled them out and down so that the dress fell to the floor and lay there in a pool of crumpled fabric. I stood there, just in my underwear, and let her eye rove over my body. I don't think I'd ever felt so excited in my life.
"You're beautiful," she said.
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, look in the mirror. Aren't you lovely?" So I did. It was one of those full-length ones and I had to admit I did look pretty good. I had a nice tan from all those weeks in Greece and the simple white bra and panties I had on looked good against it. I watched in the mirror as she came up behind me and wrapped her hands around me and buried her face in my neck, nuzzling away as her fingertips rhythmically caressed my belly and played in and out of my navel. We look so good together. Just look at the contrast of her creamy skin and my brown one. Look how I curve and swell and how she plays on me like an instrument. Anything this exciting just has to be right.
"This isn't fair," I said over my shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look at me and look at you. You're overdressed for the occasion."
"So close your eyes," she said, a mischievous smile in her eyes. I closed them. She moved her hands away from my belly and I heard a rustle of cloth.
"Open them and turn round." I did. Honestly, I almost came on the spot. From head to toe, all she was now wearing was a simple gold chain around her neck and a tiny pair of black panties, just a skimpy vee of material drawn tight over her sex, framed in crinkly brown hairs. Narrow ribbons reached up and around to the back of her, emphasising the narrowness of her waist and the swell of her hips. She had good legs, long and slim and shapely, and the kind of breasts that would probably never need a bra, small, firm-looking, and rounded, with prominent uptilted nipples.
"Wow," was all I could say.
"Now you're overdressed," she answered, and took a step towards me. Her hands reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, which joined the pile on the floor. Clasped in each other's arms, we looked into the mirror, Monika auburn-haired and creamy-skinned, me blonde and tanned, and the two of us together wearing nothing more than a few square inches of cloth.
"Aren't we beautiful?" she said dreamily, and brought her hand up to cup my breast. I've always had sensitive breasts and I love having them played with, and Monika knew just what she was doing. I watched in the mirror as she stroked them softly, enjoying their softness and elasticity, lifted them gently and then allowed them to fall down into their natural position against my ribcage, ran her nails around my nipples till they grew puckered and hard, then rolled them between her fingers and thumbs, first one at a time and then both together. My breath was coming in long sobbing gasps by now and I was sure that between my legs I must be absolutely dripping. I was so aroused I could hardly stand up. One of her hands snaked down over my belly again, but this time it didn't stop there. I watched it as it continued down and slid into my panties, and felt it as it ran through my pubic fuzz and down to my most secret place, parting my outer lips and searching out my clitoris, which by now was absolutely throbbing with desire for her, so much so that it was like a physical pain.
"Oh, you're so wet for me," Monika murmured thickly in my ear, and withdrew her finger from inside me. She put it into her mouth and sucked on it slowly, fixing her eyes on mine in the mirror as she did so.
"Oh, and you taste so good, and I want you so much." Watching her do that just drove me frantic with lust.
"I want you, too," I said in a weak voice.
"Desperately. Let's go to bed now. Please."
"Come on, then," she said, and put her arm round my shoulder. I put mine around her waist and we went through a door in the corner of the room. "Just wait here while I find the light." she said, and left me standing by the door. A moment later a dim yellow lamp came on to reveal a big double bed with dark green bedding: a sheet, two big pillows, a quilt, already pulled back. Monika was sitting on the near edge.
"My bedroom," she said. "You are welcome here." As I moved towards her my hands went to my panties to take them off. Monika lifted a finger to stop me. "No," she said. "Please. I want to do that for you, but not just yet." Still sitting on the bed, she caught my hand and drew me towards her. She looked up at me and gave me a look I'll never forget, a look of pure desire and, yes, maybe love as well, and then her hands reached round behind me, found their way inside the elastic of my panties, and clasped my clenched buttocks.
She ran her nails teasingly across them. Then she kneaded them gently as though they were dough. Finally she ran a finger gently down the cleft between them and made me wriggle with pleasure. "You've got a lovely ass," she said, "but there are other parts of you that I want even more." With that she thrust her face into my groin, inhaling deeply and sighing with pleasure. I could feel her nose sticking into me and the way she inhaled and exhaled. Just thinking about what we were doing and what we were about to do drove me absolutely wild, and I took the top of her head in my hands and held it close to me.
"Oh baby, you smell so sweet," she said. "I've just got to see how you taste. Can you imagine how it's going to feel? Can I imagine? I've been imagining for what seems like hours. Those elegant womanly hands spreading my legs. The sight of her breasts hanging down as she bends towards me. That lovely head of hair bobbing up and down between my thighs. Those beautiful lips on my cunt. That tongue of hers driving me wild. Can I imagine?
"Come and lie down," she said, and rolled backwards and sideways so that she flipped me on to my back on the bed, legs hanging over the edge. She jumped up and knelt on the floor between them, gently prising them apart and running her hands up my calves, my knees, the insides of my thighs, doing it so gently that it hardly touched me at all, driving me mad with wanting her. As her caresses grew closer and closer to my groin I thrust at her, willing her to find the heart of me, only for her to keep maddeningly away.
I moaned, I moved towards her, I pumped my hips up and down. Please! Please! Achingly, one fingernail moved at a snail's pace up the sopping gusset of my panties. And then down again. And back. And then away. And now she's hooking her fingers and thumbs into the waistband of my panties at the sides and she's pulling them down, millimetre by agonising millimetre, and they're inside out now. One final little tug and they're as good as off. She's sliding them down over my thighs, my knees, my calves, over my ankles and off my feet, and she's twirling them round and she's got her nose buried in them and I'm just lying here, as naked as the day I was born, breasts flattened against my chest, legs akimbo, dying for this gorgeous woman who I'd never even set eyes on twelve hours ago to make me come.
She's looking at me with those great grey eyes, smiling at me, telling me I'm beautiful, and now she's coming towards me. Is this real? Monika moved to sit by me on the bed. I moved so that I was lying fully on it. Leaning on one arm and smiling down at me, she brought her free hand to my thigh, caressing it once more, alternating her fingertips and nails, slowly but surely moving higher, her eyes unflinchingly glued to mine. My sex felt as if it was melting. Touch me! I want to feel your fingers, your tongue, your lips on me! I want to suck you deep inside me and keep you there for ever! Suddenly, from the inside of my thigh, Monika's hand moved to my vagina, one finger exploring the length of me while the others followed it along the outer lips.
She got as far as my clitoris, allowed her fingertip to rest on it for an anguished millisecond, and then repeated the movement again. And again. And again and again, till at last one finger stayed on my clitoris, rolling it this way and that, while she ran the others through my fuzz as I whimpered and moaned and rolled around like a mad thing. I was so close to coming now that I thought I would scream. And just as I thought I would do so, she took her hand away. With it, and the other one, she clasped my buttocks, ducked her head between my legs, and brought her mouth down on my cunt and in next to no time she hit a rhythm that was just perfect. God, she knew how to eat pussy!
Hard and soft, short and long strokes, she ran her tongue along my labia, buried it as deep inside me as it would go, licked around my clitoris, sucked and nibbled on it as if it was an exotic fruit, and all sorts of other things I'd never dreamed of. I was hardly able to breathe any more, I was that excited, and the way I was thrashing round showed her just how close I was. It seemed as if she'd hardly started when I felt an absolutely incredible orgasm coming on. It just welled up inside me like a tidal wave and when it hit me almost broke me in two, and then it just went on and on, wave after wave, until it eventually ebbed away in spasms that seemed to get further and further from some kind of centre deep inside me until I was left with a feeling of fulfilment, of perfect contentment, and with my hands clamped tight in Monika's hair as she rested her face on my abdomen.
"That was fantastic," I said. "Nobody's ever made me come like that before."
"No?"
"No. You were great."
"I'm glad." We just lay there for a while after that, me running my hand through Monika's hair and feeling utterly at peace. It was a beautiful moment.
"I'd like another glass of wine," she said after a while. "What about you?"
"Please."
She got up and padded to the other room. I watched her slim figure as she retreated. She was still wearing the black panties. There was even less of them at the back than there was at the front, really just another ribbon running down between the cheeks of her rump. This is amazing. Just so out of the blue. What on earth is Katie going to say? I must have laughed out loud at that point, because Monika came back with the wine and asked me what the matter was. "Does it bother you?" she asked when I told her.
"Not really. I wouldn't have missed this for the world."
"Nor me," said Monika, and we sat side by side in bed for a while and drank our wine. I finished mine first and put the glass on the bedside table. I put my arm around Monika's shoulder as she drank hers. She still smelled of violets but now of sex as well, and despite the feeling of satisfaction that I had I was aroused by it. My cunt's purring like a well-fed cat, but what about her? Aren't you going to try to do something for her after what she did for you? Monika reached across me to put the glass down next to mine.
Keeping one hand round her shoulder, I put the other one on her breast and kept it there as we lay down face to face. It felt good, smooth and firm, and I played with it in the same way as I enjoyed my own being played with. At the same time I kissed her teasingly on the face, which had a bouquet composed in equal portions of Burgundy, violets, and my own juices.
"Do you like that?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said softly, and ruffled my hair. "I like everything you do."
"Do you want me to love you the way you loved me?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure if I'll do it right. Will you help me?"
"If you need me to, of course I will, but I think you already know. You're a woman. You know what women like." I like having my nipples nibbled. I'll try that. Monika's breasts were smaller than mine, and as she lay on her back they were spread against her ribs, small round convexities. From close up, I was able to see every tiny detail of them, even the microscopic hairs, and with my fingernail I traced the path of a winding blue vein. She's enjoying this. Her breasts are all goosebumps. She had lovely nipples. They were dark and rubbery and went erect as soon as I started touching her breasts, but I remembered the way she'd enjoyed teasing me and didn't go straight for them.
Instead, I spent as long as I could bear it just circling round them with my fingertips, my nails, my palms, but I couldn't resist for long. She was kissing me hard now, her teeth chewing on my lower lip, and she stiffened as if a shock had gone through her when I took her nipple between my fingernails. I've got long ones and they were painted red, and it just looked so erotic, my nails around this other woman's breast, that I started to get excited all over again. Monika was excited, too. Her head was moving rhythmically from side to side on the pillow and her eyes were shut. When I took her nipple in my mouth, just seizing it very gently between my teeth and tugging gently away from her and towards me, then rolling my tongue around it and flicking it this way and that, she really liked it a lot, I could tell.
She started running her fingers through my hair and her breathing got more and more uneven. I kept her nipple in one of my hands and carried on sucking and nibbling at it, while allowing the other one to move down her belly. Her eyes were closed tight, but I really wanted to see what I was doing and so I threw the quilt off us both. What an image we must make. Me crawling all over her, not a stitch on me, and her just lying there, loving it. Just look how narrow her waist is, what a sweet navel she's got, the shape of her legs, the way her sex bulges inside that tiny pair of panties... I let my hand come to rest on the little wisp of cloth at the base of her abdomen and felt the plumpness of her sex, its warmth and wetness, through the material. She spread her legs to allow me to get at her more easily.
I stroked her for a moment and then sat up. "I think these are coming off," I said. "I want to see you." Monika arched her back as I took the cloth in my hands. The tiny panties came off in one smooth movement and I tossed them on to the floor. And there she was, not a stitch on her, lying on the bed propped up on her elbows with her big grey eyes looking right into mine, legs spread wide, a lovely gift freshly unwrapped for me.
"Show me your cunt," I said. "I want you to show me what it looks like and what you like to do with it." Will it excite her when I use language like that? Is she as much of an exhibitionist as I wish I could be? Monika didn't bat an eyelid. Reaching behind her, she took a pillow and placed it under her buttocks and signalled to me to move round to face the light. Never taking her eyes off mine even for a second., she ran both her hands down over the smooth skin of her stomach and abdomen to the triangle of hair where her legs met.
"Now you see me," she said. "Isn't that nice? Look at the insides of my thighs. Look at these lips. It's lovely and smooth and wet there for you. See? And then, when I put my fingers here, it just opens like a flower, a secret flower for you to pick and enjoy. And here are some more lips. Don't you like the way they glisten? That's because they're waiting for you, for your fingers, your mouth, your tongue. And up here, this is my clitoris. It's big, isn't it? I love to play with it, to rub it and feel it grow, but even more than that I love the idea of you doing that for me. Just try the taste. Isn't it beautiful?" She took her finger and raised it to my nose. It was wet and had a perfume that was familiar but yet not familiar, a lot like my own juices, which I knew well, but different as well, rich, musky, and exciting as hell. I stuck my tongue out and licked it clean.
"Now touch me," Monika commanded me. I let my fingers run through her pubic hair. It was softer and silkier than mine. My fingers slid between her legs and into the warm wetness of her sex, slippery and dripping with desire. She pulled my face to hers and our lips met in tender kisses as I rhythmically played with her vagina, running my fingers along the soft grooves of her labia, feeling the heat inside her, fondling the stiff knob of her clitoris. Her legs jerked closed and enveloped my hand, pumping it so that it was a tool doing her bidding. I felt her tension under me as she willed herself to a climax, and then the way she caught her breath and her body jerked as it washed over her. I was powerless to move. One of my hands was caught between her thighs as effectively as if it were held in a vice, and the other one was tightly wrapped around her shoulders. Hers held me tight round the body. We stayed that way for a few minutes.
"Are you tired?" Monika asked.
"No. You?"
"No. Do you want more?"
"Yes. I haven't eaten you yet."
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, very much."
"I want to eat you again too. I'm a pig."
"Can we both do it together?"
"We can try. Let's lie on our sides, like this. I'll face this way and you face that way. Can you reach me, do you think?" Oh yes, I can reach you. There you are, right in front of my face. I can see the little bumps on your skin where the hairs grow, the ones you must've shaved off so that you'd look nice on the beach, and I can see the roundness of the cheeks of your ass, and how swollen with hot blood and desire you are, and I can feel the heat and the wanting you give off, and I can smell the sheer raw female animalness of you, because that's what we are now, animals, all glands and sex and instinct and, oh sweetheart, I want you so badly and I know you want me too.
I can feel your breath on the inside of my thighs, and now your nose is nuzzling my pussy and you're waiting for me to just go and then you'll start as well. I took a deep breath and went for it. My mouth descended on Monika's sex at exactly the same moment hers did on mine. It was as if we were one creature, doing the same thing at different ends at the same time. I took my cue from her. When she kept her tongue stiff and lapped at me like a cat, when she took my clitoris gently between her teeth, when she darted her tongue inside me, whatever she did, I did the same to her. Each of us had our hands clamped on the other's buttocks, kneading and fondling at them as we established our sweet rhythm, and we rocked gently to and fro as we both grew closer and closer to our orgasms. There wasn't the same urgency about either of us now as before. Instead, we were able to concentrate on the little things we hadn't bothered with before, the textures of each other's bodies, the scents, the little creases, the details.
We had forever. And then I was on the verge of coming and so, I could tell by the increased urgency of her movements, was she. She buried her face deep in my vagina, her tongue thrashing round like a harpooned whale, and I did the same. We didn't quite come simultaneously but there can't have been more than about four seconds in it. My orgasm was different this time, a wonderful warm flush that just spread out all over my body and stayed there glowing for ages afterwards, and when Monika came her sex contracted and actually ejaculated a quantity of a thick sour-sweet liquid that I lapped up eagerly. I held it in my mouth and rolled it round on my tongue, loving its taste for a minute or two before climbing out from between her legs, seeking out her mouth with mine, and using it to lubricate our kisses.
"Mmm, that's me," she said, smacking her lips and wrapping her arms and legs round me.
"And now, let's get the duvet and sleep snuggled up together as long as we want. We can make love again in the morning."
We did, too, and a lot more times besides. The look Katie gave me when I finally crawled into the flat some time about three days later was one I'll treasure for the rest of my life. "Monika?" she asked. "Monika," I answered. "Toast? Tea?" Of course she got the story out of me, but not in the sort of detail you have, but then she was a shocked friend. You're different.
I stayed in Berlin a lot longer than I'd planned because of Monika. God, she was gorgeous. I'll never forget her as long as I live. After all, she did me a big favour, didn't she?
I hope you've enjoyed reading this and that it maybe turns you on a bit. Write and let me know, and tell me one of your stories as well.
love
Jessica
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Title: Dr. Snip Ch. 03
Tags: drama, adventure, time travel
**Three. The day of the Jeckell.**
Steve woke up slowly; he had stayed at Angel's apartment in the Twenty Sixth Century. His ears were missing the sound of birds twittering outside. There were no birds outside her apartment, it was underground as was all of this centuries London.
The birds were on the surface with all the other wild animals including wolves and wild boar. He could feel Angel's naked body hot against his side, due to her high metabolism. Even in her sleep her slow and powerful breathing, reminded him of a female tiger asleep.
Luckily for him she had kept her deadly claws sheathed. Even so she had damn near killed him again last night in her passion. She was so demanding in bed, that he was sure she would kill a lesser man. At least he had finally persuaded her not to use drugs, to enhance their sex. He liked his sex the old fashioned way, without chemical interference. Not counting of course the contraceptive drug; that her implant administered to keep her sterile.
He opened his eyes to look upon her, and instead saw a monster standing over the bed staring down at him. He assumed it was staring at him because of its hunched posture. Its eyes were completely hidden by some sort of black steel mask. The body looked like a humanoid insect, chitinous and bulky. It then seemed to ignore him, and turned away towards his table in the corner of his bedroom.
It was there that he emptied his pockets at night; scattered on its surface were all the usual bits and pieces that a man carries about with him. All except for one item; his QT Device. The monsters hand was reaching for it, as Steve's brain finally kicked in and told him that he was in danger.
'Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Get away from that,' he yelled throwing back the covers and lunging towards the intruder. Steve was just over six foot tall and strongly built, as an ex-para and now ex-policeman he had kept himself in very good shape.
As he reached the grotesque figure, it threw its arm backwards as if to brush off an annoying fly. He felt a crushing blow to his chest, and found himself flying back onto the bed. He slammed into Angel, who had woken at his first shout. He barely noticed her body jerk, as she called upon her boost facility to ready herself for attack.
She leapt off the bed naked and blurred towards the intruder, faster than Steve's eyes could register. To his stunned amazement the monster also seemed to blur, and turning like lightning caught her outstretched arms easily.
Angel screamed in fury, as she was held off the ground easily by this strange thing. It seemed to realise that it couldn't pick up the QT, whilst holding a furious woman. Twisting its hips it threw Angel into the nearest wall, and turned back to pick up the QT.
Steve was still trying to breath so could only watch, as Angel somersaulted in mid air so she landed with her feet against the wall. She had slammed into full battle mode; her enhanced muscles were flooded with adrenaline. As if defying gravity she flexed her long legs, and sprang back off the wall towards the intruder.
Steve just managed to put his hands over his ears, before her battle screech smashed through his skull. In battle mode she used every weapon available to incapacitate her enemy, including sound. The crippling decibel levels her throat implant generated, were enough to disorientate any human.
In this instance however it only served to warn the strange creature of her attack. Without any sign of distress it turned again to meet her, seeing this Angel called upon her ultimate weapon. As she flashed across the room, Steve saw her nails glow as she deployed her monofilament implants. The glow was caused by dust motes in the air, being annihilated by the molecule sharp edges of her nails.
He had seen her cut through steel walls with them, and dismember a steel killer Robot. Not to forget the Tyrannosaurus rex that she had decapitated. The creature evidently recognised its danger, and to Angels total amazement although already boosted, it boosted again. Even in her already boosted state she saw it blur, and before her nails hit it, it had grabbed Steve's QT and flashed out of the door.
In full flight Angel's hands hit the bedroom wall, and cut deeply into it. As she fell to the floor her boost cut out, she sagged against the wall in defeat.
'Fuck me, Steve, did you see that fucker move.' She said dispiritedly. Since associating with him in the twentieth century, her vocabulary had become richer with expletives.
Steve had only just got his breath back, from the backhanded smash from the creatures arm.
'Are you alright?' he gasped painfully.
'Fucking peachey; I just feel a right cunt for having my arse handed to me by that fucker.' She muttered.
'Any idea what it was?'
'Only one thing it could be love, a fucking government Storm Trooper.'
Angel climbed to her feet and brushed the debris from her naked body.
'Only a Storm Trooper could boost at twice my speed. My implants are ex-military; that means obsolete, compared to the latest technology available to the British Army.
'You are joking I hope, why would the British Army attack us?'
'Attack us! I can assure you that it wasn't sent here to attack us. If it had been we would almost certainly be dead.' She answered.
'It was sent to "acquire" your QT, which it did with the minimum of effort on its part.'
'You say "it" is it a human being or a robot?'
'Who the fuck knows, it probably doesn't remember itself. They start out as super fit humans, but by the time the government has fully modified them, they are more synthetic than flesh and blood. My modifications are pathetic shadows compared to theirs.'
Steve walked into the kitchen rubbing his sore chest; Angel followed still unconcernedly naked and plonked herself down on a chair. She watched while Steve brewed up his answer to everything, a hot cup of tea.
'Do you want one?' he asked politely.
'No thanks love I've already hit,' she replied absentmindedly.
'I wish you would stop taking drugs, it worries me.'
Angel came from this Twenty Sixth century, where recreational and performance-enhancing drugs were routinely taken.
Drug taking was as common there, as smoking is in this century. One of her many implants monitored her vitality, and adjusted it for maximum performance automatically. It achieved this, by releasing various drugs into her bloodstream as it deemed necessary.
'Tea contains Caffeine,' she pointed out.
'Yeah right,' he said sitting down with his cup of tea.
'Why didn't it take your QT as well?'
'It follows orders to the letter, it was obviously told to take yours. Had it been told to take mine it would have done so.'
'Well I want my QT back, how do we go about it?' he stated quietly.
'We first have to know who has it, where it is, and of course when it is,' she replied handing him her QT.
'I suggest you ask your favourite magician Merlin.'
'Do I need to be holding a QT to talk to him?'
'How the fuck do I know, you're the one that's been chatting to the fucking World Brain for donkey's ages, don't you know?'
Steve placed Angel's device on the table, and removed his hand from it.
'Merlin are you there?' he spoke out loud so Angel could hear. OF COURSE STEVE, HOW CAN I HELP. Steve let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding, thank God he could still talk to his friend Merlin.
'I am so glad I can communicate with you without my QT.'
YOUR QT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH COMMUNICATION. THAT IS ACHIEVED BY THE IMPLANT IN YOUR BRAIN. THE QT ENABLES YOU TO TRAVEL THROUGH TIME AND SPACE.
'Houston we have a problem, my QT has been stolen, possibly by the British Army.'
IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. YOUR DEVICE IS ONE OF ONLY TWELVE IN EXISTANCE. IT IS PRICELESS.
'Any ideas on who has it?'
SOMEONE WITH ACCESS TO ELITE ARMY PERSONNEL.
'Like who?'
THE BRITISH PRIME MINISTER AND OR MEMBERS OF HIS CABINET.
'Oh fuck me backwards,' muttered Angel, 'that's all we fucking need.'
'Thanks Merlin, I'll be in touch,' said Steve ending the conversation.
Steve looked at Angel sitting there with her head in her hands.
'Are you sure it was a Storm Trooper love?'
'Yep.'
'How many are there in the British Army?'
'Ten'
'Ten?' repeated Steve in disbelief,
'the British Army has only ten Storm Troopers?'
'The British Army has only ten soldiers, all of them Storm Troopers,' she clarified.
'How in God's name can Britain control all that it controls around the world, with just ten men?'
'You've seen one; they are almost superhuman, almost indestructible and totally loyal to their superiors. We don't need any more than ten, combined with the War Department's QT they can go anywhere and anywhen and kill anyone.'
'If the War department has access to a QT, why would they want mine?'
She reminded Steve that there were only twelve QT's ever made, and all of them were in the possession of Time Agents. If any of those were stolen it would create a furore at the highest level. Even Angel's was protected, since she worked for the British Temporal Organisation, albeit on a freelance basis.
'It appears that yours is the only one up for grabs, I'm afraid,' she said, 'no one is on your side in this. I assume a very powerful person near to the Prime Minister wants one for their own use.'
'In that case I believe they have made their first mistake,' said Steve.
'I do have people on my side, you and Merlin, I would bet on you against all the British Army.'
Angel pushed her QT across the table towards Steve,
'Here love you'll need this to find your QT.'
Steve got up, and went around the table until he could take her in his arms.
'Thank you darling, but it is too dangerous to let it out of your possession. If I used it our enemies could consider it mine, and feel free to take this one as well.'
Angel hadn't considered that consequence, and was lost for ideas.
'We do know something that they don't,' said Steve, ' your QT can carry both of us.'
'You never did explain that Gold moving trick to me properly, how did you manage to transport tons of gold from one place to another?' Angel asked.
'This is a secret that only I know and I am about to tell you, Merlin can adjust the field strength of the QT to carry just about anything.'
'That sneaky fucking AI, no one in the BTO knows this?'
'Nope, just us chickens,' he replied with a smile.
'Hey we're a team again,' she exclaimed with a big grin.
Steve had an idea,
'Merlin, I remember you saying that you could track all QT's if they were used, is that so?'
YES
'I would bet money, that the first thing our thief does is try out his new toy. We have only got to wait a bit and Merlin will detect its location.'
SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN TO ME.
'What shall we do while we wait?' asked Angel.
'Get some sleep I suppose, it's still early in the morning.' He replied.
'I've got a better idea,' said Angel bending over the table, ' I'm too hyper to sleep.' She looked coquettishly over her shoulder at Steve, and wiggled her beautiful naked bottom.
'Sounds like a plan to me,' he said.
JURASSIC Merlin's announcement rang in his brain, and he jumped out of bed in shock.
'For God's sake Merlin, can't you clear your throat or something, before scaring the shit out of me?'
COUGH, COUGH JURASSIC.
'Sorry old friend, I was just taken by surprise for a second.'
FRIEND?
'Yes, of course we're friends, did you ever think we weren't?'
I HAVE NEVER CONSIDERED THE MATTER. I WILL CONSIDER IT NOW. YES I WOULD LIKE US TO BE FRIENDS.
'Thank you, I am proud to be your friend Merlin.'
COUGH, COUGH JURASSIC, OLD FRIEND STEVE.
'What is he saying Steve?' asked Angel sitting up in bed.
'Merlin could you include Angel in our conversations please?'
CERTAINLY, OLD FRIEND STEVE
'Have you found that fucking QT yet?' she asked. IT IS IN THE FUCKING JURASSIC Steve burst into laughter at the sight of Angel's face; it had turned red. Although she had embraced the Anglo-Saxon expletive, she had been totally shocked to hear it repeated back to her by the omnipotent World Brain.
'The fuck..... cheeky cu... bugger he is going through your QT's memory,' she stuttered.
'I bet he is at my sunbed right now.'
'Well we can't do anything about it just now, we are both naked and I haven't had any breakfast.' He pointed out.
Despite her desire to retrieve Steve's QT, Angel saw the logic in this and they both washed and dressed quickly. Angel simply dressed in one of her sprayed on catsuits, with her utility belt that carried her QT and other useful things.
Steve wore his usual clothes, covered with his favourite Black Kevlar coat. On impulse he slid his sword into its hidden sheath, sewn into the back of the armoured coat. Only Excalibur's hilt showed just sticking up behind his head.
'That won't be much use against a Storm Trooper love,' remarked Angel.
'Don't forget whoever is using my QT, can only go to places by himself. With any luck we won't see any Storm Troopers.' He replied hopefully.
They were ready to depart, Angel's QT was calibrated for the combined weight of them both.
'What's our plan?' asked Steve.
'We jump in, kill the fucker grab your QT, Jump out,' she said succinctly.
'Sounds like a plan to me,' said Steve, ' let's go.'
Angel visualised her sun bed, and they were both there. The ledge was high on the side of a cliff; fifty feet beneath it was a crystal clear lake. The heat and smells of the fecund Jurassic world 65 Million years in their past, assaulted their senses. As Steve had suspected the ledge was empty, the enemy had been and gone.
Looking down at the lake he was surprised to see the carcass of the T-Rex, that Angel had killed a long while ago.
'Why is that still there Angel? I would have thought the carrion eaters would have stripped it to the bone by now.'
'They haven't had time yet Steve; in this time we have only been gone a few minutes since our last visit here,' she explained.
'When programmed, the QT always brings us to the same place and time.' It just ensures that we always arrive, a few minutes after we previously left. This is a default setting, that makes sure we never meet ourselves.'
'So if we were to jump to any of our previous destinations, we would only have left it a few minutes earlier?' asked Steve thinking deeply.
'I think I know where we might catch him,' said Steve.
'He is obviously wary of trying out new destinations; he is going down our record of previous destinations as a training exercise. I think if we jump to "Caligula" we will only have to wait a few minutes until he jumps in.'
'Good thinking Batman,' said Angel admiringly.
Caligula AD 12 -- AD 41, few names invoke such an image of lust and depravity, as the Roman Emperor Caligula. His real name was Gaius. Gaius, Julius, Caesar, Germanicus, to give him his full name. Bizarrely the feared name "Caligula" means "Bootikins".
From the ages two to four, he lived with his father Germanicus's legions, on the Rhine. He was a lovely cheerful boy, who loved to run around wearing his father's boots. His father's soldiers; gave him the affectionate nick name "Bootikins". With the death of the miserable paranoid Tiberius, he became Emperor.
He was 24 years old and very popular with the people; he loved sponsoring lavish games for the Roman's to enjoy. Unfortunately less than a year into his reign he fell desperately ill. He recovered, but underwent a personality change, and his mind became unbalanced.
Steve and Angel had jumped back home to dress in togas, and from there had jumped to Rome AD 40. They arrived un-noticed in a side room, from whence Angel had departed just a few minutes earlier. She had been here taking a break from work, and had joined in the orgy with abandoned gusto.
Angel had shagged every fit young man and some of the women. Then after watching Claudius's wife being serviced by a white bull, she had become bored and jumped out. Slaves were still shovelling up the bull droppings from the floor. There were various drunken but handsome men, she could see lounging around the room.
They were in in various states of undress, she hoped they wouldn't recognise her as the woman they had been fucking. Only a few minutes ago as far as they were concerned, but over a year ago as far as she was concerned.
Caligula was sitting on a raised platform at one end of the room. Two of his praetorian guard were standing behind him, keeping watch for assassins. As he surveyed the room, he allowed a naked young slave boy to pour wine down his imperial throat.
He was attended; by his three sisters. Drusilla was kneeling between his legs giving him oral sex. Livilla was sitting beside him, letting him absentmindly feel her young firm breasts. Agrippina was fondling a large horse, in a most inappropriate manner.
The horse had a circlet of laurel leaves on its head, and was held by two slaves. It was richly caparisoned in white silk to resemble a toga.
'What's with the horse,' asked Steve.
'Caligula has made it Consul, just to piss off the Senate,' she replied.
'He likes to keep it in the family.' Angel whispered to Steve.
'How will we spot our thief,' Steve asked, ignoring the tableau. He didn't care what adults did together sexually; he just concerned himself with protecting children.
'I'm not sure; I have all the faces of the most powerful men in the country downloaded into my implant. The facial recognition programme will alert me, if my eyes see one of them.
'Didn't Caligula have something to do with seashells?' asked Steve rummaging through his meagre knowledge of Roman history.
'Oh that, yes he went to conquer Britain, but only got as far as the shore of the Channel. So he ordered his soldiers to collect baskets of seashells, to take back to Rome,' she answered with a sad smile.
'Why on earth did he do that?'
'Fuck knows,' she replied absently scanning the crowd.
'It proved to be the final straw against him, his praetorian guard killed him, his wife Caesonia, and his daughter in AD 41.' Steve clenched his fists in impotent rage. He hated the fact that when a new emperor was chosen, often every member of the previous emperor's family was killed. This was to avoid challengers to the new regime.
'Fuck me I see him,' said Angel drawing Steve's attention to a man who had just entered the room. He had come from the same side-room that they had just emerged from.
'I might have guessed, it's Jeckell the war minister. No wonder we had Storm Troopers up our arse's, he's their ultimate boss,'
Jeckell was looking around in wonder; everywhere his eyes fell there were naked women. They were copulating with whomsoever was nearest, regardless of gender.
'Can you see my QT?' whispered Steve.
'It must be on a belt under his toga,' deduced Angel, ' I have an idea.'
Without any fuss she slipped off her toga, she was now naked and fitted in almost perfectly, with the majority of the women in the room. Affecting a drunken stumble, she weaved her way across the writhing bodies towards her target. She was just stepping over the last body to be within grabbing range, when a drunken hand reached up and grabbed her pubes painfully.
'Fuck off you stupid cunt,' snarled Angel and backhanded the drunkard. Unfortunately Jeckell heard her swear in colloquial English, and his hand darted towards the QT on his belt. Angel had hoped that having to reach inside his toga, would give her the few seconds she needed to grab it before activation.
Jeckell however pressed the activation button, through the thin material and disappeared. Angel was furious, she had considered boosting and grabbing the QT. However she had a sneaky feeling that Jeckell, with his unparalleled access to military technology may himself be able to boost. Thus she had tried the subtle approach and been rumbled.
Looking for someone to punish, she stalked naked across the room to Agrippina. The Emperors sister was still playing with her equine lover. With a slap that echoed across the room, Angel hurled the perverted woman away from the frightened horse.
'Leave the poor fucking animal alone you stupid fucking cunt,' she screamed at the crumpled body of the Emperor's sister. In the stunned silence that followed she walked back over to Steve.
'Hold tight lover, lets go.'
'Just a moment Angel' said Steve through gritted teeth. He had see Caligula absentmindedly cuff the young slave boy out of the way, so he could see what was going on in the room. Clenching his fists, he strode towards the drunken ruler of the civilised world. The two guards were picking up the sobbing body of Caesar's sister and didn't see him coming. Steve moved Drusilla gently aside from Caligula's groin, and as the man looked up in annoyance Steve kicked him full in the testicles.
Steve stepped back quickly to avoid the alcohol, and partly digested food that sprayed from the emperor's mouth. Drusilla wasn't so fortunate, and her face and hair were drenched in her brother's vomit.
'All done,' said Steve as he returned to Angel. Before the astounded pain filled eyes of Caligula, the two people disappeared.
'That could have gone better,' she admitted when they were sat around Steve's kitchen table.
'Hey, the plan worked we know who has my QT, and now we can get it back,' he said optimistically.
'All we have to do is report him to your Prime Minister, and have him arrested,' he concluded.
'Peregrine Jeckell is Britain's War Minister, we wouldn't be believed for a moment. The PM dare not offend his most powerful Minister, without concrete proof of his guilt. Our Government has many opposing factions; the current thinking is to slowly take over the world by financial means.
Jeckell want's to revive the British Empire by force.'
'What with ten Storm Troopers?'
'That's his stumbling block, he is arguing for an increase in the number of Storm Troopers.'
'He's already got ten of the invincible fuckers, how many more doe's he want?'
'One Thousand.'
'Good God, whoever controlled a thousand of those monsters, would be able to rule the world.'
'Exactly, that's why the PM is dead against the idea.'
'What's to stop Jeckell assassinating the PM, and taking over?'
'Look in the mirror Steve,' answered Angel quietly. Puzzled Steve did as she asked, and looked into his kitchen mirror. Two people looked back at him. 'Oh fuck me.' He moaned.
'Good idea,' she said, 'lets go to bed and not think on it for a while.'
The Prime Minister of Great Britain; was the most powerful man in the world. His name was Marcus Armstrong, and if he wished he could ruin any other country he chose. Britain controlled the oil of the world; the Middle East was a radioactive desert.
Years ago Mossad the secret police of Israel; had intercepted a car bomb heading for Jerusalem. There had been many attempts to attack this most precious of cities, but this car bomb was the final straw. It contained a nuclear bomb, supplied by Iran.
The hawks of Israel, became afraid of the constant threats by their Arab neighbours. They finally used their ultimate weapon, and nuked Iraq, Iran, Syria, and the Lebanon. They had planned to leave Kuwait alone because of their oil. However the seismic shockwaves from the massive attack, had disturbed the geological makeup of the oil fields, and Kuwait's oil had run dry.
The industrial nations collapsed, including Britain. The countries like America that had oil of their own, slammed the door on exports. Even so the car died, as did lorries, diesel trains and Oil fired power stations.
Year's earlier, British scientists had discovered a way to travel in time. They did it using a phenomenon called Quantum Tunnelling. Machiavellian minds in the corridors of power; realised that they could go back in time to the Middle Eastern oil fields, and basically steal the oil from the ground. Transporting it back to Britain's oil tanks, via a larger version of the QT called a Portal.
The British Government kept Time Travel a secret, from the rest of the world. They went back to the oil fields of Arabia, ten thousand years in the past. Drilling equipment was sent through, and pumped oil through the portal into Britain's storage tanks. By selling and bartering the oil to a desperate world, Britain became rich and powerful again.
Using the excuse of repopulating the commonwealth. Britain forcibly sent the various ethnic groups back to their original countries, and followed the path of eugenics.
Britain embraced the ideal of the perfect human being. By using all its knowledge of genetics, it strove to create a healthy long-lived Briton, and came very close to that goal.
However there were always the megalomaniacs, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Stalin, Hitler, they all wanted to rule the world. Some came closer to it than others, but none succeeded. Peregrine Jeckell intended to succeed; he had a plan.
The world had never been more vulnerable. First the Aids plague finally exploded in Africa, wiping out sixty percent of the African population. Then the Chinese were hit by a mystery plague similar to the Black Death; that swept across the continent faster than they could contain it.
By the time it died down eighty percent of the Chinese people were dead, many of the deaths caused by the secondary effects of mass death. i.e. Breakdown in food production causing mass starvation, setting off civil wars to control what little there was left. China was no longer a factor in World politics.
The Russian countries fell back into the Middle Ages very quickly. Their various ethnic groups warring upon each other, until there were few left viable. India and Pakistan annihilated each other with their nuclear weapons; again the trigger was the Khyber Pass.
Afghanistan was wiped out by mistake, as a few Indian missiles overshot the target. America disintegrated into individual states again. The sea levels continued to rise inexorably, due to global warming. Despite Herculean efforts, there were devastating floods in all coastal regions.
The World needed a strong hand at the tiller. Great Britain had recovered fastest, and was now in a position to impose it's moral values on the rest of the world. The non-British were like unruly children, and just needed a firm hand to guide them.
Discipline and order must be restored, hopefully by reasoned argument but if necessary, by overwhelming force. The World had seen what had happened to all the countries that the British Empire had foolishly relinquished control of in the past. They had all degenerated into political and financial chaos, when the guiding hand of Great Britain had been removed.
Peregrine Jeckell intended to be that guiding hand; he knew that you couldn't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. He was quite willing to break eggs; he just needed more egg breakers. I.e.: British Storm Troopers. Unfortunately a sacrifice had to be made to achieve his goal.
The sacrifice was to be Peregrine Jeckell, at least the Peregrine Jeckell that now looked back at him from his mirror. He had just lost the last election to be PM by the narrowest of margins. The PM had made him War Minister as consolation. Given the advantage of hind sight, he intended to correct that result. He had recorded all the information that his earlier self needed, to ensure winning.
He didn't need to explain his plan to himself, as he had formulated his plan long before the election for PM. All his earlier self needed; was an edge, this QT device was that edge and he was going to use it.
He wasn't a stupid man, he fully realised that by changing the past his present would be wiped out, including the "him" that had changed it. However he steeled himself, the present "he" would in effect die. However the earlier "he" would be PM, and authorise the expansion of the Empire. There was also the chance; that he might in fact survive in an alternate universe, nobody could be sure.
The first thing he would do as PM; would be to disband the British Temporal Organisation, led as it was by that coward Cameron McDonald. They were a bunch of timid fools, afraid to change the past in case it changed the future. So what if it did, as long as Britain benefited, the risk was well worth it.
Their Agents had almost caught him in Rome, but he had been too clever and quick for them. That alone was proof, that he was the one man fit enough to lead the World. He would confiscate all the existing QT devices, and ensure that more were manufactured. No one would be able to stand against him.
Peregrine Jeckell was a hawk, and he was about to strike. He had played with the QT sufficiently, to be confident of arriving where and when required. He had done his best to avoid the effects of paradox. For example he could leave his information on sheets of paper, for his earlier self to read.
However the moment his earlier self decided to follow the instructions, the later him should cease to exist. Therefore he couldn't have written the information in the first place.
He had considered all the possibilities, and had realised that time travellers could well have been guiding mankind for centuries. Their chosen method? Dreams. How many times in the past, had great men followed their dreams to victory.
Who knows how many of them were whispered to in the night, by helpful time travellers. Those who acted upon their advice became successful, and later would say 'I had a dream.'
Taking a deep breath he activated the QT.
It was the final few days before the election of the new British PM. Peregrine Jeckell was fitfully dozing in his bed, his mind going over all the things he thought he had to do to win. He heard a strangely familiar voice whispering to him.
'Peregrine Jeckell, this is a dream, listen carefully. You will lose the election, unless you follow these instructions to the letter.'
A short succinct list of tasks was imparted.
'Who are you?' he mumbled still half asleep.
'Do you remember Miss Anderson at boarding School? You watched her masturbating, through a hole that you drilled in her bedroom wall. No one ever found out about that, and you never told anyone. I am you Perrywinkle, from your future, do as I ask and you will become PM.'
Peregrine Jeckell stood up from where he had been kneeling at the side of his earlier self's bed. He placed the QT on the floor by a pair of slippers, and quietly walked out of the room into the unknown. Peregrine Jeckell woke up that morning full of new ideas; he could see clearly what to do to succeed in the forthcoming election. He was revitalised and almost bounced out of bed.
As he put on his slippers, he was astonished to see what appeared to be a QT device lying on his carpet by his slippers. He recognised it for what it was immediately, he had seen one before; in just the same way that he had seen the crown jewels. Priceless; but not for the likes of him.
Where on earth did it come from, and who had left it here for him to find? "Perrywinkle" where did that thought come from? No one had called him that since his mother had died. His father had named him "Peregrine" a manly name, but his mother had wanted a less warlike name so had referred to him as her little perrywinkle.
She had died when he was ten, and he was certain that none of his peers knew about her nickname for him. With a shrug he slipped the QT into the pocket of his jacket that was hanging in the wardrobe, and began his morning routine of washing and dressing. He would have to make very discreet enquires as to any missing QT devices, and then decide his best course of action.
'I have an idea,' stated Angel, ' I'm surprised that I didn't think of it before.'
She was lying naked on top of him idly twiddling his chest hairs.
'You probably just needed a good shag to get your brain working,' Steve interjected with a smile.
Angel slid her hand down between his hairy legs, and took gentle hold of his family jewels.
'Be nice or else.' She threatened playfully. Steve in turn placed his hands on her lower ribs.
'Do you think you can squeeze before I tickle, well do you punk?'
'You bastard, you terrify me, you know I can't stand being tickled,' she capitulated. He held her tight to him and kissed her lovingly.
'Yeah right, what is this idea then?'
Although it pains me to admit it, there is one man that we can trust with this information.
Sir Cameron McDonald, director of the B.T.O.
'I thought you didn't like him?'
'It's not that I don't like him as such, it's just that he is very dour and follows the party line regarding time travel interference. I dread the day he finds out about Dr. Snip, he'll have a stroke.
That's why I have kept you two from meeting so far.'
'I know how to keep my mouth shut,' he said.
'Just as well for you that I don't,' she giggled sliding down his body until her mouth was somewhere interesting. After a while they got up and after another breakfast, got ready to beard the lion in his den. Utilising her QT they jumped forward to the Twenty Sixth Century.
As a Time Agent albeit freelance; Angel could see the director at very short notice. They were soon standing in front of his desk, ready to present their case to him. He listened politely to their story and when they had finished, they asked him if he would tell the PM about Jeckell and his plans.
He looked up at them from beneath his heavy white eyebrows, and invited them to sit down. Angel was stunned; no one sat in the director's office it just wasn't done. He insisted; and they both sat down and tried to be patient, as they waited for him to answer.
'Either you are both insane, which I fervently hope is the case, or what I was put here to forestall has finally happened.' He said in his quiet powerful voice.
'Peregrine Jeckell is our Prime Minister; he has just been elected by his peers.
If what you tell me is true, then time has been meddled with, and the B.T.O. has failed to stop it.'
But Marcus Armstrong is the PM insisted Angel, it was a close run election but he won.
'The only reason you know this, is because you were down time of the wave of change that must have swept uptime from the moment of intervention,' explained the Director.
'My head hurts,' complained Steve.
'If you believe us then can you help us,' asked Angel.
'Unfortunately the first thing that our new PM did was to disband the B.T.O. I am currently unemployed and powerless to help you,' answered the Director sadly, ' I am only here to clear out my desk.'
'Fuck me,' swore Angel.
'Yes, fuck me, seems to cover it,' agreed the Director.
'The second thing he did was to authorise the expansion of the British Army, by recruiting an additional thousand Storm Troopers. I can only suggest that we take some time to ponder on this situation, and meet again tomorrow.'
To Steve's surprise Angel agreed to this without comment, and they both left the office.
They jumped back to Steve's house and he put the kettle on.
'Well as one door shuts, another slams in your face.' He commented.
'Lets ask Merlin,' she suggested.
'Why not? Merlin are you listening?'
YES STEVE
'Do you know that our new PM has tampered with the past, to ensure his appointment?'
NO, AS FAR AS I AM AWARE HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE PM.
'Well take your old friend's word on it, the PM was Marcus Armstrong before Jeckell meddled with time,' said Steve. THAT WILL BE DIFFICULT, EMPIRICAL PROOF DEMANDS THAT I BELIEVE JECKELL IS BRITAINS RIGHTFUL PM.
'Wow, Merlin your communication is deafening me,' complained Angel.
'Is there any other way you can talk to us?'
Steve suddenly jumped up from the table so quickly, that he fell backwards over his chair and landed on the floor. Angel's reaction was outwardly calmer, only because she came from the twenty sixth century and was used to holograms and the like.
An old man with a long white beard, had materialised sitting opposite Steve.
'Is this better?' he asked with a grin, ' hello old friend Steve, why are you lying on the floor?'
'Good God, where did you come from? are you Merlin?' spluttered Steve.
'Yes of course, is this form of communication more efficient?'
'How are you here?'
'I am simply a figment of your imagination, transmitted through your implant to your optic nerve,' explained the old wizard.
'Wow, can Angel see you as well?'
'Yes although details may differ, depending on how she visualises Merlin.'
'Why the fuck haven't you appeared to me like this before?'
The old man sipped his imaginary tea and with a smile said,
'You never asked me.'
'I didn't know you could, this is much better,' said Steve he stood up and dusted himself down, facing Merlin he bowed politely and said,
'Pleased to meet you at last old friend.'
'Pleased to meet you, old friend Steve, and of course the lovely Angel.'
Angel's version of Merlin; was coloured by her Twenty Sixth century mind. She saw a figure similar to the one Steve saw, but hers was made out of liquid metal, as her mind tried to amalgamate a wizard with an AI.
'To get back to your problem Steve, why do you think that Peregrine Jeckell shouldn't be Britain's PM?' asked Merlin.
'I will answer on Steve's behalf as he has very little interest in the political situation in our century,' said Angel.
'I know from personal memory that Marcus Armstrong won the election for PM. If you need to confirm this, please scan my implant for the required data.'
Merlin took this as an invitation, and closing his eyes scanned Angel's memories of the election.
'Amazing, this is the first time to my knowledge, that I have been caught up in a time change. It appears that you are correct Angel, and Jeckell has changed history to suit himself.'
'What can we do about it?' asked Steve, relieved that Merlin believed them at last.
'You must try and pinpoint the moment in time when the intervention took place and cancel it out,' said Merlin. Steve slipped back into his policeman's training
'Was there anything odd about the result, was he voted for by people who wouldn't normally have supported him?'
Merlin could answer this question as the election had happened after the time change.
'Nothing as obvious as that I'm afraid, however Jeckell didn't put a foot wrong during the last few weeks running up to the vote. All politicians make some mistakes but he didn't.'
'As if with the advantage of hindsight?' pressed Steve.
'Exactly,' conceded Merlin.
'I remember a story I once read, where someone travelled back in time and gave Churchill a copy of his Memoirs. Using the knowledge from his own book, Churchill avoided making the many mistakes that he would have made. When the allies had beaten Germany, they then attacked Russia at its weakest and conquered them. This avoided the cold war that followed the original allied victory, and saved thousands of lives in the process,' said Steve.
'Unfortunately that wouldn't have worked' said Angel, 'the moment Churchill deviated from those memoirs; the memoirs would change to record the new future. The original memoirs would never have been written, so couldn't have been taken into the past.'
'So someone, it could only have been Jeckell because he was the only one with a QT device, went back in time and imparted certain vital information to his earlier self. It was this information, that was the trigger to the time change,' clarified Angel.
'KIS' said Steve suddenly.
'What now, in front of Merlin?' spluttered Angel, her face turning pink.
'Keep It Simple,' clarified Steve with a grin at her discomfiture.
'We ask Jeckell about it, when he tells us we go back in time and interfere.'
'Just like that? What makes you think he will tell us,' she asked.
'That's where the plan comes in.'
'What plan?' asked Angel and Merlin together.
'The one we are about to come up with of course,' he answered cheekily.
In the end the plan was simple, no amount of security was protection against a QT. They planned to jump into Jeckell's bedroom, grab him and jump out. That was their priority; their second priority was to grab the QT if they saw it.
There was a small problem to overcome, Jeckell normally slept alone. Being paranoid, there was always one of his most trusted Storm Troopers standing just inside his doorway guarding his sleep. Its military boost could probably enable it to interfere with, or possibly stop the planned snatch.
The only time the Storm Trooper wasn't in the bedroom with Jeckell, was when he was entertaining a young lady.
'This seems like the right time to deploy my secret weapons' said Angel. She took a deep breath, and brought the said weapons to Steve's attention.
Jeckell was a very happy man; he was PM of GB and the most powerful man in the world. He had achieved the first two tasks on his "to do" list. The B.T.O. was disbanded, and the time agents were being recalled from their various missions. As they returned their QT's would be confiscated.
He had then signed an executive order, increasing the British Army to one thousand Storm Troopers. This would take some time, as new soldiers had to be recruited trained and then modified, to become the efficient killing machines that were the British Storm Troopers.
Still all in all things were going well, and he was pleased with himself. Jeckell wasn't an insane man; he sincerely believed that his plan was the right plan for the world. The world order had crumbled, and it was Britain's historical duty "to put things right."
One of the perks of the job seemed to be that lovely young women, who at one time would have ignored him, now fawned over him. He licked his thin lips in anticipation; at the thought of the special young lady he was entertaining tonight. She was absolutely stunning, tall, beautiful, raven black hair and breasts with nipples that could poke a man's eyes out.
He had met her at a party for the rich and powerful. Her name was Gloria, and she was the daughter of some ambassador. She had been honoured to meet him, and she had found him charming and very sexy. She looked vaguely familiar to him and when he asked if they had met before, she told him that she was always being photographed for magazines all around the civilised world.
She was escorted through the corridors of No. 10 to his bedroom, by his own personal guard. Jeckell was sitting on a settee at the side of the room, attempting to look debonair in his dressing gown.
'Hawk, how lovely to see you again,' she breathed sexily as she walked into the room followed by his guard.
He swelled up at hearing her nickname for him. She had said that Peregrine was too difficult a name for her to remember, so she would call him "Hawk" instead.
'Hello again Gloria, sorry about the guard but one cannot be too careful these days. He will have to search you for weapons I'm afraid.
'No problem Hawk, I will make it easy for him,' she tittered. To his stunned eyes she seemed to shrug, and her black silk sheath dress slid to the floor. She stood there completely naked and unconcerned;
'Look no guns,' she giggled.
Spreading her arms, which had the effect of raising her breasts, she turned slowly on the spot to expose every inch of her perfect body to his hungry gaze. Through his lust, he noticed that the guard seemed to be leering at his woman.
'Get out No.1,' he snapped.
The guard, conditioned to obey orders without question; left the bedroom and closed the door.
'Aren't you going to search me?' Gloria pouted; she turned her back on him and bent over exposing her naked bottom to him. He could see between her legs, and realised that her pubes were completely hairless. Any coherent thought that might have warned him of danger; was washed away in a flood of testosterone as he became painfully erect.
He stood up as if in a daze and found himself being pulled as if by some strange magical force, towards her perfect buttocks. His hands reached out ahead of him, and were within a second of slipping between her legs, when he sensed a dark presence materialise beside him. Steel handcuffs were snapped around his wrists in a well practised manner. He felt a slight prick on his wrist, and before he could shout for help the room vanished.
Jeckell woke up with his ears assailed by a cacophony of noise, and strange and exotic smells wafting into his nostrils. He was hanging upside down from the branch of a tree. He could feel a warm breeze caressing his body; he could feel it because he was completely naked. His head hurt, he felt groggy and very, very vulnerable.
Angel sat on the ground beneath him, ' Howdie, diddley, doody, Hawk, remember me? Caligula's party, your party, we always seem to be meeting at parties don't we.'
Seeing his confused look she said ' Let me show you a trick.'
As he watched her hair faded from raven black to blond,
'It's me, I nearly got you at Caligula's remember?'
jeckell shook his head to clear it and snarled,
'So you appear to have got me now, are you going to kill me or what?'
'Hard to say, lots of variables, depends you know.' She replied airily.
'On what for God's sake, why am I upside down in a tree?'
'From PM to party snack,' she replied enigmatically.
'Party snack?' he queried worriedly.
'For him,' Angel said pointing to one side of the clearing.
Jeckell looked in that direction and almost wet himself. Lifting up out of a stand of fernlike trees; was the unmistakable head of a T-rex. It seemed to sniff the air, then lowered back out of sight.
'Where am I?' he whispered.
'Jurassic, just below my ledge, remember? You popped in a while ago when you were playing with Steve's QT.'
'Let me down before it smells me.' Jeckell whispered urgently.
'Here's the deal, tell me when and where you met yourself, and I will let you down.'
'I don't know what you're talking about, I have never met myself.'
'How did you get the information that you used to win the election?'
'Out of my head of course, I woke up one morning and my course of action was clear. Nobody helped me win the election I did it all on my own.'
Angel was puzzled, he seemed to be telling the truth, Merlin was out of sight monitoring Jeckell's bio's; and so far had indicated that he believed what he was saying.
'OK what morning was this then, I need the exact date.'
Jeckell had a good memory for things like this, and did indeed know the exact date of his revelation. However he wasn't going to tell them what they wanted to know.
'It was a Monday morning, ten days before the election.'
'At last, a barefaced lie,' exclaimed Angel with glee, 'now we're getting somewhere.'
Merlin's monitoring had shown increased levels of stress, indicating a lie. Out of the corner of is eye Jeckell saw T-rex again lift out of the trees, as if drawn by the sound of their voices.
He froze as best he could, considering the fact that he was dangling in the air. To his immense relief, after looking around suspiciously the T-rex again sank down into its hiding place. He noticed with dismay, that Angel was stacking piles of raw meat onto the ground directly beneath him.
Jeckell could smell the sickly sweet odours from the bloody meat, wafting up to his nose. If he could smell it, he was sure that the T-rex would soon.
'What are you doing?' he hissed, 'that will bring that monster over here if it smells it.'
'Tell me Jeckell, at the end of the day did you visualise yourself having a State Funeral, and being buried at Westminster Abbey with all the other great leaders?' Angel said, reaching up with her bloody hands and securing him to the tree so he couldn't swing around.
'Why not?' he replied aggressively, 'a State Funeral is the least they could do for the man who restored the British Empire.'
'Look over there Jeckell, see that big pile of dinosaur dung? That's where you are going to end up, if you don't tell me the exact time and place of your epiphany.'
'You wouldn't dare he blustered.'
'As you know we have a bio scanner on you, we will know if you are telling the truth, and if you are we will rescue you. If not then you become dino dung.'
Angel looked behind Jeckell, in the direction of the stand of trees in which T-rex was lurking.
Taking a deep breath she yelled out
'Hoi T-rex, come and get me if you think you're hard enough.'
Jeckell heard the sound of trees being pushed aside, and Angel exclaimed 'Oh Fuck me,' and ran into the trees, on the opposite side of the clearing from whence the commotion was coming.
Tied securely to the trunk of the tree, he couldn't see behind him. He could hear a rumbling crashing noise getting closer. His heart almost stopped with fear, as the scaly nose of the Dinosaur rubbed against his naked back. He was Peregrine Jeckell, War Minister of Great Britain, he was not going to end up in a pile of dinosaur dung.
'Friday night, six days before the election,' he screamed in terror.
Merlin nodded to Angel confirming the truth of Jeckell's confession. Jeckell meanwhile could feel the foul smelling teeth of T-rex scraping down his back, as it prepared to bite into his helpless body.
'Help me, Help me, you promised to rescue me.' He screamed in anger at their betrayal.
'Oh yes, I did didn't I,' said Angel stepping forward into the clearing.
'Hoi, T-rex you ugly fucker, heel boy,' she shouted pointing to her side as if the killer Dinosaur was a dog. With a last nudge at his naked bottom, the head of T-rex moved directly into Jeckell's sight.
It was fearsome, bloody toothed and it was just a head. Steve was holding it up on a long branch, like a gruesome Halloween lollypop.
'Here's one she killed earlier,' he quipped with a smile.
'What do we do with him now?' asked Steve.
'We leave him on the ledge with some provisions, and get on with things' she replied.
'He'll be safe enough there, until things are back to normal.'
Jeckell was left naked on Angel's sunbathing ledge, fifty feet above the lake and any dangerous predators.
'Again I ask, what do we do now?' repeated Steve.
'Let me think about this, said Angel. She explained that they couldn't go downtime of the dream, to stop it happening. If they did that, then all that they had just done couldn't have happened. They had to base their actions, on information they now had from Jeckell.
'We cannot stop the "Future Jeckell" from whispering his information, because he has already whispered it.'
'I had a good dream the other night' said Steve.
'What was it about?' asked Angel curiously.
'I can't remember because that was the night that you woke me up by.......' Steve whispered in her ear, and she went red at the recollection of that particular night.
'So what we need to do is to give him a better dream, to overwrite the dream the his future self gave him.' Angel said thoughtfully.
'I wonder what sort of dream would work?' said Steve scratching his head in mock bafflement.
A few seconds after "Future Jeckell" left the bedroom Angel jumped in and approached the bed. Jeckell was sleeping with a small smile on his face, his mind full of the interesting knowledge he had just been given. Angel took her clothes off, and very quietly slipped into bed with him. She broke an aphrodisiac capsule under his nose, and allowed the fumes to be breathed in by the sleeping man.
'Peregrine, I want you, I need you, I love you' she whispered stroking his body gently. She slowly slid her naked body on top of his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. She ground her hips against his groin, until she got the primitive reaction she required.
He was moaning in lust, as he dreamed that a naked woman was rubbing herself over his naked body. She wanted him, she needed him, she loved him. It was Miss Anderson, she was thinking of him and playing with herself. She was now rubbing her naked body over his; he had been spying on her through a hole in her bedroom wall.
She spotted him and dragged him into bed, where she had her wicked way with him. Angel's implant could hear his sub vocalised moans of passion, and the name Miss Anderson predominating. With a last fondle of his erect Member of parliment, she slid off him and picking up Steve's QT from the side of the bed jumped out.
Peregrine Jeckell woke up that morning with an enormous erection. He had just had the most erotic dream, and he clearly remembered that it was about his old school teacher Miss Anderson. He vaguely remembered someone calling him Periwinkle, but that must have been Miss Anderson in her passion. He staggered out of bed and into the bathroom to relieve himself.
Angel had jumped downtime from Jeckell's bedroom, to meet Steve in the Jurassic. Merlin had calculated that being that far downtime, they should be safe from any Time Change. He gave her a big hug, when she materialised next to the remains of their T-rex.
She handed him his QT, and asked how Jeckell was doing. Looking up at the ledge they saw that it was empty. Angel visualised the office of the director of the B.T.O. Cameron McDonald looked up in surprise, as Agent Angela Black appeared in his office. Behind her like her dark shadow, was Steve.
'Hello Director, who's PM these days?' she asked seriously. Cameron Mc Donald looked at her closely; he could tell from her body language that the answer to the question was important to her.
'Marcus Armstrong, is PM last I heard' he replied.
'How about Jeckell? What position does he hold?' she asked.
'Peregrine Jeckell is just a Minister without portfolio, may I ask why you are concerned about information that is public knowledge?'
'I invite you to scan my implant recorder to explain my actions,' said Angel formally. The director picked up a small device from his desk, and placed it against her forehead. After a second it beeped, he then sat down and placed it against his own forehead and closed his eyes. The device transferred her last few day's worth of information, into his brain.
'A Time Change, Peregrine Jeckell as PM, B.T.O. disbanded, Storm Troopers increased one hundred fold,' he muttered as the information was absorbed by his brain.
'Well Agent Black, it seems that keeping you on as a freelance Time Agent was a prudent decision on my part,' he said smiling at her.
'Well done, we will keep a close eye on Peregrine Jeckell from now on. Apparently he was tipped to be the War Minister, but the last few days before the election he seemed to have lost his focus and upset a few people and was overlooked.'
Angel smiled at the Director, and saying a polite goodbye jumped back to Steve's home.
'All's well that ends well,' quoted Steve as he made himself a cup of tea.
'Can I try a cup please?' asked Angel. Steve almost dropped his cup in surprise, 'Certainly dear, one lump or two?'
Angel looked down at her chest, ' Two lumps please,' she said with a wicked grin.
Sitting at the table Steve decided to ask Merlin a few questions.
'Merlin old friend are you free?'
'I'm free,' said the old wizard appearing opposite him.
'I'm just a stupid cave man compared to you and Angel, can you tell me what happened to Jeckell on the ledge?'
The old man thought for a few seconds, which was the equivalent of months of thought for a human mind.
'I could take you through all the latest theories concerning String, Bubble, and Alternate Universes.
Jeckell may still be on that ledge just a nanosecond out of synchronicity with our Universe. The phenomenon we label a Time Change could be a Tachyon Cascade similar to a line of dominoes hitting each other.
It could just as easily be the hand of God, moving us about a playing board as the ancient Greeks believed. The short answer is I do not know.' Concluded the most powerful brain in the known world.
'I don't know either,' agreed Steve, sipping his tea.
'Time for bed,' said Angel.
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Title: Shadow of Wishes by Snowcloud
Tags: Anal, Fantasy, Forest, Gay, Kissing, M/M, Spooge, Tiger, Wolf
The Shadow of Wishes
A Story by Snowcloud
Warning!!!! This story contains contains sexual acts of a Male-Male nature. If you are not old enough to view adult materials and/or offended by homosexual descriptions, please do not read this story.
The focus of our story is a fur named Torc, An athletic built 20 year-old wolf, looking for a way out of his present life, finds out about a great opportunity, and decides to go on a journey to find his destiny that he never thought he would have.
It is said amongst certain circles that there is a very mysterious tree in the backwoods of the eternity forest. Some say that is a wonder, others say that it is a curse. But to this day, no one knows for sure exactly what it is and why it was there. And what makes this little piece of gossip even more mysterious, is that it is not the tree itself that is the focus of the constant conversations, but it is the tree's shadow that is the reason for the rise in wonderment.
There is talk about actual fursons going to the tree to see what it was all about, some coming back with a whole new outlook on life, while others who have come back but were committed into an insane asylum because they couldn't mentally pawle what they perceived. This story entails one such individual. But will it be a story of wonderment, or a story of tragedy? Read on and see for yourself.
"Hey, get back to work!!!!" The owner yells as a young silver wolf is caught daydreaming for the third time today. "Sorry, sir." is all the wolf can think of saying as he is pulled from his revelry and forced to resume his day, no, his life as it was; Boring, uneventful and just plain downright miserable. Everyday, he wishes there was something exciting in his life, something to give his life meaning so he won't have the thought of giving himself to the sharp end of a knife. But, knowing that he couldn't do that, he just sighs and goes about his duties and usual. A little while later a trio of furs walks in to have a drink and talk about things on their minds to pass the time, and of course, the silver wolf is the server for their table. "Hi, my name is Torc, how may I serve you?" trying not to bite his own tongue off as he said this for the umpteenth time today. "Yeah, can we have three hard ciders? And three of your house specials?" answered the tallest of the three. As Torc hears the order, he gives them a nod and proceeds to get it. When he returns, he overhears their conversation. "Did you hear? Someone else went to find that tree and came back completely insane!" "Yeah, they said that they spent four days looking for it and found it, but went crazy when he tried to figure out what the tree does. From the looks of it, only four fursons have come back from that place without going crazy, but, they haven't been the same since." But it was the last one that caught his attention. " Yeah, and I heard one of them lives near hear in a house near the forest itself, about a half days walk from here." Hearing that last part of the conversation, he made up his mind. He was going to find the fur that came back from the forest no matter what. He wanted to know what he saw, what happened when he saw it, and why he didn't go crazy. And if everything he says was worth it, he would go and see it for himself. He knew if anything was going to change his life, this would be his only opportunity to do so and he wanted that more then anything.
As the next day began, the sun rose to find that Torc was already awake and ready to start his journey. A journey of discovery he hoped, but did so with caution. He knew that there was also a downside in all of this, but he didn't care. So, with all of the clothing and supplies he would need packed, he set out on his quest to find the mysterious fur. As he walked and rested through out the trip, he noticed a lot of things he hadn't seen before. A lot of different furs, from short to tall, from big to small, and from ugly to cute. Especially the cute part. He saw a lot of furs on the journey that he would have been glad to give up his quest for, but he was too dedicated and self-conscious to do that. Or even approach them for that matter. He always felt that he was too ordinary for anyone to like him, so, he always avoided any close contact with anyone.
Continuing on his journey, he came upon a wounded tiger. From the looks of his wounds, he had been in a pretty bad battle. The body still had a knife clutched in his bloody paw. Almost like he was anticipating another assault. Torc looked him over very carefully, to make sure he was still breathing. As he did, he noticed that most of his clothes had been torn off completely, leaving a lot of things in plain sight. Such as, his strong chest, his large muscular thighs, and his huge co............!! He stopped himself from looking, seeing as he was becoming aroused by all of this. He decided to help the stranger, but first he would have to get that knife out of his paw so he wouldn't become a wolf kabob.
He looked around to find something that could possibly be long enough, but strong enough to pry the tigers paw open. As he looked around, he found a thick branch resting on the ground next to the tigers head. A bit to close for the wolf's taste, but it was the only one that looked like it could do the job. He made a slow reach for it, trying his best not to disturb the huge body of the tiger, knowing that one false move would probably mean his death. Unfortunately for Torc, he just happened to make a slight slip while reaching for the branch in question and lands right on the tigers chest. He feared for his life in so many ways, closing his eyes for the worst, when he heard a chuckle from the figure under him.
The sudden laugh made him freeze, yet also made him wonder why he wasn't dead yet. He looked and saw a set of gentle amber eyes looking back at him. All he could do was stare at them, unable to do anything else. "Well, if you wanted to rob me, you could have just done it. You didn't need to hurt me worse then I already am." The tiger said with the same chuckle as before.
Torc kept trying to think of something to say but couldn't think of anything except an inkling in the back of his head, and for some strange reason, it just blurted out of his muzzle. "I wasn't trying to rob you, I was just trying to get the knife out of your paw so I could cover up your cock!! I mean your body!!! I mean........" couldn't finish what he was saying which caused him to blush and look in the other direction out of sheer embarrassment.
"Oh, I must be lucky then. Sorry about the accusation, \*groan\* but as you can see, I had my reasons." Cringing in pain as he finishes. Torc was worried now. From the looks of it, the tiger was bleeding more and wouldn't last long without proper care. He had to find a way to transport the tiger to a doctor; otherwise, the tiger wouldn't last long. Not wasting any time, he began a frantic search of the area, trying to find a something, anything he could possibly use. But to no avail. He was even more worried now.
As luck would have it, a hay cart was coming by at just that very moment. He literally through himself in front of the cart to flag it down. "Please stop. I have a fur in very bad shape here. Can you please let us ride in your cart to a doctor?" Torc says with fear and dread in his throat. The cart driver looks at Torc, then at the wounded tiger, then at Torc again. After thinking for a second, if it would bite him in the butt or not, he nods yes and proceeds to help place the tiger on the cart.
"On the count of three, we lift ok?" the driver nods and waits for the signal. "One....two.....THREE!!!" At the signal, Torc did lift as he said he would, but unbeknownst to him, the driver was still standing behind in shock. Torc had unwittingly and incredibly lifted the huge tiger all by himself and proceeded to take him to the cart, still thinking that the driver was on the other side, he slowly edged the tiger into the cart and wiped the sweat off of his forehead, happy that there might be a chance for the tiger.
The driver, still in a state of shock, proceeds to take them to the closest doctor he knows. Torc stayed with the tiger for the entire trip, doing the best he could to keep the tiger as comfortable as possible. It was a confusing matter to the wounded tiger, seeing as he did not know this fur, yet for some strange reason he was helping him out of the blue. He had never been treated so nicely by anyone before, so it was all new to him.
They arrived at a village called, "Luminous Lunar", loosely translated stands for "Moonlight". This village was famous for three reasons: The moon was always in clear view here; the doctors here were first rate; and ironically, it was located right next to the eternity woods. As they entered the village, they made their way to the doctor's office, going as fast as they could, and not really paying attention to the people on the trail.
As they reached the office, they hurried him inside and yelled for help in every which direction they could think of. As they are yelling, the doctor comes out looking rather annoyed from the noise. "What is the meaning of this? This is doctors office, show some respect to the other patients that are here!" Torc calms down slightly so he can speak softer to the doctor, "I am sorry, doctor. But this fur here is in really bad shape. He won't survive if he doesn't get immediate treatment. Can you please help him? PLEASE!?!?"
The doctor gives a curious grimace and looks at the body of the tiger, he looks at Torc again, then looks at the tiger once more. "Listen; don't rush to my office again yelling over non-serious wounds. Understand!?!?" Torc looks at the doctor confused. "What do you mean 'non-serious'? He has been bleeding for sometime. He can't survive if this continues." The doctor holds his forehead in annoyance. "The tiger's clothes have massive blood stains, yes. But if you look carefully, the stains stop just about 6 inches away from the wounds, meaning that they have clotted by now. He is out of danger for now, but yes, he still needs to be treated." The doctor calls one of his nurses and instructs them to get a stretcher and a couple of interns to help admit the tiger.
It took a couple of days for the tiger to recover, and Torc stayed right next to him. No matter what was being done to the tiger, from checkups to release, he was right by his side. He couldn't explain it; he couldn't stand being away from the tiger for longer then needed. It was like he was drawn to him, and for something like this to happen out of the blue, it kind of scared him. But, he liked it at the same time.
As the two walk out into the bright rays of the sun, the tiger takes a deep breath, as if to renew himself from the torture his body must have suffered from the days before. As Torc was looking into the distance, thinking on what he had done for the past couple of days, he was ripped from his quandary by something sudden and unexpected. "I thank you. I owe you my life. So, since I don't have anything to repay you with, I shall become your protector and friend from this day forth." The tiger had spoken such grand appreciation. To him!!!! "Is something wrong??" He speaks again wondering why the wolf is just staring at him. The wolf shakes his head and blushes slightly. "No. I'm sorry. I was just lost in thought I guess." The tiger brushes his brow but brushes the look off as nothing. At this moment, the wolf realizes he had almost forgot the purpose of his journey. "Hey, do you think you would like to come with me? I am searching for a fur who has returned from the eternity woods." The tiger smiles and says, "I am your protector now. Wherever you go, I will be there." The wolf smiles back and proceeds to the middle of town. There were many people in the town that day. It seems there was some type of festival going on.
Torc spent hour after hour looking for any information on the mysterious fur who survived his journey through the eternity woods. But, alas there weren't any good leads around. He had just about lost hope when the tiger came up behind him and tapped his shoulder. He yelps in surprise but calms down when he sees the face of the tiger again. "It seems I might have found something on this guy you are looking for." The wolf looks hopeful again when he hears that might be a chance after all. The tiger leads him to an alleyway where a cloaked figure stood. "So, you are searching for the survivor of the eternity woods, right?" The wolf nods frantically, unable to hold back his curiosity. "If you are sure about this, follow me and be alert. I don't want anyone else following you. Understand?" The wolf looks confused but agrees. The cloaked figure starts to go through a zigzag pattern through the alleyways, turning right at one alley, then left at another. As they continued on this path, the two travelers noticed that the path was getting smaller and smaller. This was not too strange, but still it was awkward. As the path they took winded down farther and farther into the depths of the dark back streets, it got so small to the point where they had to walk one in front of the other. A line of furs going through an alleyway. What a sight if you could see it. After what seemed as if they would continue running down these alleyways forever, "Here is where you will meet the one you seek." The cloaked figure says as he point to an opening at the other end of the alley. As the three go through the final alley, they are treated to a rare sight. It seems that whoever this guy was, he had an eye for finding better places to live then these people.
Before them stood a single, modest cottage in between the thousands of buildings in the area, but in this area, it was devoid of the looks of the paths and roads of the main streets. It was the exact opposite, it was lush in green grass, and flowers and trees all around. It was as if it was a little piece of heaven tucked away for only him to enjoy. As the two stared in awe at the vision, the cloaked figure led them to the door. Both of them followed, still awestruck from the beauty of this place. As the cloaked figure opened the door, they waited to see what furson stood behind it. But, it was empty. Not a soul was there. It had been lived in recently, yes, but there wasn't a soul in sight. "Hmmm...it seems no one is in at the moment. I guess he must be out. I am sorry to have wasted your time." The wolf looked forlorn. It couldn't end this way. To get this close and still not find the fur was just not an option for him. As the cloaked figure looked at the fur, he felt sorry for him. "Don't look so down, it might be for the best that you didn't meet him. You might be better off on your own." The wolf looked up at the figure with tears in his eyes. "NO! This is how everything began changing in my life. If it weren't for the rumor I heard about this furson, I would probably have never taken this journey. I needed this for me. My life was nothing until I began this journey. It isn't fair, to have come so far only to fail..." Torc begins to sob, unable to control his emotions any longer. "If you are truly intent on finding him, there is one last thing I must ask you." The wolf looks up at the figure with his tear-matted face. "Why do you wish to find him?" The wolf stands up and responds. "To find out how he survived the eternity woods, and retained his sanity after finding the mystic tree." The figure turns his back to the other two. "Are you sure you want to know?" The wolf thinks to himself. "It is the only thing that gives me a reason to live. To feel like I am alive. It is the only thing that keeps me going. I must find this tree and experience what he experienced. See what he saw. To do something not many have done. To fulfill a part of my life that I have never tried to explore. It is something I feel I need to do to keep on living in this life..." The cloaked figure took pity on him. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you then." The wolf's ears perked up, "What do you mean?" The figure didn't speak, but instead, he removed the cloaked that hid his identity. "Behold, I am the one you seek!" Before the two furs stood a beautiful badger, with scars all over his body.
As they recovered from their shock and awe, they all sat down to discuss that matter at paw. "So, it was you the entire time?" The badger nods. "Yes, I had to see the reason you wanted to search for this tree." The tiger then stands suddenly, "Maxim? Maxim, is that you?" The badger looks at him and smiles genuinely. "It can't be. Darsh, is that really you? I thought you died." The wolf was confused about what was going on. It seems that his friend, now known as Darsh, knows the badger in some way. They embraced each other in a heart felt hug. One that warriors would give to each other after a fierce battle, or to welcome back old allies. Darsh looks at his wolven companion and realizes that he hasn't told the wolf anything yet. "I am sorry, my friend. Maxim this is..." Then Darsh realizes that he never asked for the wolf's name yet. "You know, as long as we have been together, you have never told me your name." The wolf smiles. "Same goes for you, Darsh." The tiger rubs the back of his head in embarrassment. "My name is Torc." The tiger smiles again and continues where he left off. "Maxim, this is my friend, Torc. And Torc, this is my dear friend, Maxim." The wolf and the badger exchange hellos, then Torc asks something of the badger. "How do you know Darsh anyway?" The badger looks at the tiger, then looks at the wolf again. "Well, believe it or not, he was one of the others with me on my journey to the tree." The wolf gawks at the badger, then glares at the tiger. "You mean you were a survivor too!?!?" The tiger nodded. "You see, when you found me, it was as a result of that very journey." The wolf was in shock, wondering out of all the furs in the world, he ended up journeying with someone who knows information on the very matter he was looking for. "You see, it happened like this. Maxim, about four other furs, and myself went on this journey to find that mystical tree. On the way there, we were attacked right and left by many creatures that lived in the forest. By the time we made it to the tree, there was only me and Maxim left to marvel at it. It was gigantic, the tree was taller then most castles, the limbs of the tree alone were wider then that of a normal house. The trunk looked stronger then stone, and the canopy looked like it could shade a village by itself." The wolf was astonished yet confused. "If it is so gigantic like you say, why is it not able to be seen in plain sight now?" "Because, it only appears once every full moon. Other then that, it is never seen at all." The badger finishes.
The wolf couldn't stop thinking about all of this. It was too unbelievable, but here before him were two eyewitnesses to the fact. If it weren't for the fact that his friend was one of the ones that said this, he would have called them both bold-faced liars. The wolf then looks straight at both of them with a look of overwhelming determination. "Alright then. Come the next full moon, I am going in search of that tree, no matter what it takes." The two looked at each other in utter shock. The tiger grabs the wolf by the shoulders, pleading with him. "Are you crazy? Maxim and me barely made it out of there alive. You can't go there alone. It is a death sentence. I won't let you do it." The tiger put him down, hoping his pleading worked. "I know you dubbed yourself my protector, but the only reason I was even able to find you was because of this. If I don't do this, I won't have anything left to live for. I won't go back to the tedium that was my former life. I refuse to go back to that after all I have gone through. It is not an option. For me, this is do or die." Afterwards, Torc looks away and sobs softly. Darsh and Maxim feel sorry for him, seeing as they couldn't relate to what Torc was feeling. The tiger then walk up to the wolf and places a comforting paw on his shoulder. "I can't understand what you are going through because I have never been through it. But if you are so intent on doing this, you will not be doing it alone." The wolf looks at the tiger wide-eyed. "You will go with me? But I thought you said it was too dangerous?" "It is, but I said I would protect you, and I will protect you. That is the promise I made." The tiger said as he smiled down at the wolf. The wolf smiled back with untold happiness. In all his life he had never felt like this. There was actually someone out there that care about him, and not only that, but to the point of actually risking his life to protect him. He knew he could trust Darsh, but the more time he spent with him, he felt he couldn't trust himself even more. He kept having these hidden desires towards Darsh. Things he never thought he should feel. Cravings of being held by the tiger, not in a friendly way, but a loving way. To be looked on as more then just someone to protect for the sake of protecting, but because they cared for you in body as well as soul. He kept trying to push out these thoughts as nothing, but couldn't. It ached at his very being. He would have to find out about this at a later time though. He had a task to complete before he did any other things that would change his life as well. "Well, if you two are going in there, at least let me help prepare you. You have two days before the next full moon." The trio went through the city getting any possible supplies they would need for this leg of the journey. Even though the badger didn't look it, he was surprisingly wealthy. He bought them everything they needed and then some.
"Ok, the rest of the day, I would suggest that you two get some rest until tonight. You will need all the energy that you two can muster, because I don't know what will happen since it is just the two of you. And I can not make any guarantees that you will even make it out of there alive, let alone find the tree. But I do wish you both luck on your endeavor, and I truly do hope you find what you are looking for, Torc. As Maxim finished, he closed the door to their room in his home and went to rest himself. About twenty minutes later, Torc could hear Darsh shuffling in his sleep. He went to go check on him and found that he was smiling in his sleep. He must have been dreaming of something pretty nice for him to be smiling this big, then as he was about to go back to his bed, he caught a glimpse of a tenting bed sheet, but the tigers legs were down. Torc blushed to himself seeing why the tiger was happy now. He went back to his bed and tried to get some well-needed rest before his big trip later on that evening. Another hour passes and this time it is Darsh who is up and about. He looks around, trying to bore himself to sleep or what not, and finds Torc in a blissful repose. Dreaming to his hearts content. Darsh thinks to himself how these events have led to this wolf saving his life. Especially when he could have just thought he was a beggar and left me to die. He felt connected to him somehow. From the looks of it, the wolf has not seen a lot of the wonders of the outside world. He has always wanted something more. Then something came to Darsh's mind. I wonder if the wolf has ever been with anyone yet. It was an aching thought in his head. So, if they were going to die tommorow, he would have to find out for himself. And there was only one way to do that.
Darsh gets out of his bed and quietly steps over to Torc's bed. Examining him and taking in as much of his scent as he could. The tiger found it very pleasurable. Torc gave off a very luxurious scent that was very delicate yet pungent enough to be smelled thoroughly. He wafted in it, but came back to his senses to the task at paw. He massages the front of Torc's body gently as to not wake him yet. When Torc wakes up from this, he wants him to feel pleasured and not frightened. He gently caressed his shoulders and neck first, nibbling them lightly each time Torc squirmed, seeing him giggle sometimes in response to his ministrations. As he went lower on the wolf's chest, his breathing became more relaxed and deepened. As he was massage Torc's chest, he licked and nibbled his nipples with gentleness and care. This action awoke Torc to what was going on. He gasped slightly and snapped his eyes open. Darsh heard the gasp and looked Torc straight in the eyes. For some reason, it was like a profound moment. For an instant, they knew how each other wanted to say without having to say a single word. Then Darsh took the lead again. He leaned in close to Torc and licked his muzzle gently and lovingly. Torc took the hint and opened his muzzle for Darsh. As he did, Darsh kissed Torc deeply and passionately. It was something completely new to Torc, he enjoyed it to the point he felt as if he were in euphoria. He didn't want this to end. He wanted it to last forever just to keep that feeling. But of course, like all other good things, it ended with both of them out of breath. "So, it is true, you haven't been with anyone else before, have you?" The wolf blushes and shakes his head. "Well, in case we die on this adventure, it is best that we help you to experience at least some of the pleasures of this world." The tiger smiles seductively. The wolf can't stop blushing afterwards as the tiger kisses him deeply once more. Their tongues intertwining in a never-ending dance of oral pleasure. As this goes on, the tiger also proceeds to fully undress his new playmate. Being as calm and gentle as possible at this point, the tiger still seems to leave claw marks in parts of Torc's Clothing.
As he finally took off the last piece of Torc's clothing, Darsh observes the beauty of his lover. Even though Torc didn't look it, he was still built pretty well. A nice taught stomach, semi-powerful thighs, slightly thicker then normal arms, and a cock big enough to make anyone drool. It seems he was shy about his appearance seeing as he got even hotter under the skin from the way Darsh was staring at him. "You sure are well built for a kid." The wolf looked at the Darsh a little hopeful. "Really?" Torc never thought of himself that way. He always thought he was just a face in a crowd. Just there among others. Unnoticeable by others no matter what he did. This made him feel so much better then before. The tiger then stood and disrobed himself, a little fast mind you, but slow enough as to not rip his clothes too much. He stood before Torc, the sunlight shining over his exposed body for Torc to see in all its splendor. There before him stood and tall, muscular adonis of a tiger. From the looks of it, he must have been in many battles. He was scared from head to toe, including the scars he took him to the hospital for. He was built like a warrior. There didn't seem to be any flaws to his body. His muscular build was that of a runner, swordsman, and all-around strong man put into one. He was perfect, not too much, not too little, just perfect. His arms and legs were built like small tree trunks, his chest chiseled like an artists statue, and his cock was just as perfect as the rest of him. It was beautiful, it glistened with pre-cum in the sunlight. I blinked to myself, wondering what had gotten into me. I had never felt these feeling before, so, why was I feeling them now. Then, Darsh comes back to join Torc on the bed and kisses him passionately yet again. Torc, couldn't believe it. He was in love with Darsh. A furry he just met, and a male at that. But for some reason, he didn't care anymore. This is what he wanted. And he was glad for this, it was new to him, and he wanted more.
"And that is only the beginning." The tiger slyly says as he makes his way down the wolf's lupine form. He began to lick and kiss places on Torc's muzzle and neck, getting lower to his chest, he would caress with his paws first then nibble lightly with his teeth. Teasing and taunting Torc's flesh like a cat toy. Making him moan uncontrollably. When he found one of Torc's nipples, he suckled on it as if it were the teat on a baby's bottle. Torc was gasping for air by now. He had never felt such tremendous pleasure before in his life. It was incredible and wonderful to him to say the least. He was already beginning to sweat and they had just started. As he left the glistening nub of fleshy pleasure to rest, he attacked the other with the same lavishing attention as he gave the other. The wolf was in heaven, or at least near it. As he finally finished attacking his chest, he began to make a wet trail down his stomach with his long beautiful tongue. Taking extra care in certain places that seemed to make Torc yip in some cases. As he came to his cock, he stopped. Torc looked up at Darsh and wondered what was going on. Darsh looked back with hunger in his eyes, but also want. He wanted to feel what Torc felt. Torc could feel it too. They switched places and exchanged licks and kisses as they did. As Darsh lay on his back, he feels Torc on top of him immediately, licking his muzzle and neck. He tries to mimic the same treatment the tiger gave him, but seeing as he was new to all this, he was scared, so, he went agonizingly slow. To the point, beads of sweat kept falling from the tiger in sheer agony. It was a pleasurable torture. To go so slow, yet still feel so wonderful. It was almost unbearable. He almost couldn't withstand the pleasure. He had to stop the wolf, the pleasure being too much for him to take like this any longer. The wolf didn't understand, he thought he did something wrong. The tiger reassured him. Not only did he do it right, he did it too well. The tiger was questioning himself if Torc has ever done this type of thing before. It was too intense for a first-timer, but he could see it in Torc's eyes that it was new to him. After a couple of minutes, the tiger let Torc resume his pleasurable ministrations. As Torc got lower on the tiger's body, it almost seems as if he knew what he was doing. It was like he was just running on automatic. When he made it to his destination on Darsh's now gasping body, he looks at Darsh as if to ask if it was ok. As Darsh was regaining his composure, he sees Torc's face and see what he is after. He nods softly to reassure him it was ok and rests on his elbows. Torc looks in wonder at his prize as he sniffs it lightly to take in the arousing musky scent. He gave the cock a soft, long lick from the base to the head. The tiger squeezes his eyes shut in pure agonizing pleasure, unable to move because of the wolf's position on his legs. It was like torture to him. Unable to do anything but watch and feel. The wolf could see the expression on the Darsh's face and was loving it. He couldn't help but feel in control because of this. He continued his slow licking of the tigers cock, making sure to take not of particular facial expressions so as to go back over those spots which made them. This went on for a good ten minutes before the tiger forcefully raised his head and kissed him deeply and passionately again.
"There is no way you haven't done this before. That was way too good for a beginner." The tiger said with a huge toothy grin. All the wolf could do was look back and blush in embarrassment. Then a look of shock appeared on his face as he was pushed onto his back all of a sudden. The tiger gave the wolf a very calm and caring look to show that everything was alright. Torc calmed down and rested his head on the soft plush of the bedspread. The tiger began to lavish over the wolf's cock and balls as if they were precious jewels. Taking care of each one with excruciating detail. From the base of the ballsac to the tip of the head of the wolf's mushroom head, the tiger made sure nothing was missed with his ministrations. Torc had to practically bite his hand off from the intensity of it all. It was as if the tiger wanted him to be in this condition just to get back at him. Seconds seems like minutes, minutes seemed like hours, but like all good things, it had to end. As the tiger finally gave mercy to the wolf, already in a serious fit of whimpering, the tiger crawled up to face the wolf and pressed their bodies together as he nip and nuzzled the wolf in a tender moment. As the wolf relished in the feelings he was experiencing, the tiger began to straddle his legs in a slow and somber movement. Darsh began to move up the wolf's body, taking care to leave a very wet trail behind him. As he made it back up to Torc's muzzle, he continued to lick and nuzzle him all over. Torc was in heaven. Never had he felt such pleasure in his life. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. Or so he thought. What Torc didn't know was while Darsh was pleasuring him, he was also positioning himself. He had brought Torc's legs around his waist in such easy movements that Torc didn't think anything of it. Darsh looked up at Torc with a yearning expession on his face. Torc wondered why until he looked down and saw that Darsh wanted something that might be too much to ask for. Torc locked his muzzle with Darsh once again and whispered "It is ok. It is something that I have felt I needed to experience. And it makes me happy that someone like you will be my first." The tiger smiled and began to nibble his neck gently. Then he began to retrace the trail he made before, and prepare his new lover for what was to come. As he went past Torc's cock, he gave his balls a good licking. Making sure they were nice and moist when he left them be. Then, he arrived. There in front of him lied the pleasurable, puckered ring of muscle that was Torc's tailhole. Darsh literally salivated at the sight of it. He didn't even think twice about it, he just dove right in with rough licks all around and in it. You could swear that you could hear a gasping squeak come out of Torc from the way he was thrashing about. Every lick brought new feelings to Torc. The pleasure was beyond explanation. The pleasure wasn't new, but the way it was happening now was. It was unbelievable. He didn't know just how to interpret it. But it was all wonderful just the same. Darsh made sure to give Torc as much pleasure as possible. A tongue on his hole, a hand on his cock, another on his chest, all going in overdrive. It was truly amazing that he hadn't passed out yet.
As the tiger started to ease up and eventually stop his ministrations, the wolf whimpered. He was wondering why he had stopped. But all he could see where those warm eyes looking at him. As if by magic, he knew exactly what the tiger wanted but no words were passed, all he did was nod and laid back, eyes still locked together. Darsh smiled. As he lined the head of his cock with the wolf's hole, he leaned in and closed the distance between his muzzle and his new mate. As he got closer, his cock started to enter the wolf slowly. The closer he got, the deeper it went in. But there was not an ounce of pain at all. Just a pleasuring full feeling. As their muzzles met, Darsh's body was completely pressed against Torc's. The feeling of Darsh's tigerhood inside of him was something he never thought he would experience. It was like something was melding with his very being.
Darsh remained that way for a few minutes, letting Torc get used to the new sensation and to also alleviate any sort of discomfort he might be having. Darsh realized this already, but now the feeling he had was much more profound now. He had first experienced it when he first met Torc, the day he was rescued from his plight. It was then that he felt a connection with the wolf. He didn't mind it much, but it always nagged at him. 'Why do I feel so right when I am with him? With all of the other people and friends I have been around in my life, why does it seem so natural to be with him even though we just met?' were constant thoughts in his mind. He had always wondered if when they met, was it just a lucky break, or was it something more? Were they meant to find one another? And if so, why?
At that moment, his only real concern was to make sure that Torc experienced the best time of his life. And he was already well on his way to doing just that. The wolf couldn't stop whimpering the feeling was too much for him. It was too immeasurable. The tiger was forcing himself to be extremely slow and gentle with the wolf, which was definitely taking its toll on him. Darsh had to literally bite his lip just to keep from giving the wolf a terribly savage pounding. But he knew he had to use self-control. He wanted his new mate to feel pleasure, not pain.
As the moment continued to escalate, the wolf began to whimper uncontrollably. The pleasure overwhelming his very body to the point where his body spasmed in regular intervals. Torc's tail continuously rubbed against Darsh's balls. Making it even tougher to control himself. The touch of the tail on his ballsac, the feel of his virgin hole around his cock. Enough is enough, and enough is too much. The tiger leaned in close and whispered "If I hurt you in any way, tell me to stop immediately, and I shall. Ok?" The wolf licks his face and nods. The tiger began to redouble his efforts. Massaging the wolf's insides twice as fast and twice as hard as before. The wolf held on for all he was worth. The sea of pleasure breaking into him so much it was all he could do not to pass out.
The thrusts continued to increase in speed and power. Faster and harder into his new wolven love. His breath was getting more ragged as time ticked away. Torc's wolfhood was pressed between them, being caressed and rubbed in every which way. The tiger was on his last threads of sanity. Never had he felt like this before. He had lain with other before, but never had it felt so wonderful as he felt now. Darsh wanted this to last forever, but knew it couldn't. He began to lick and nibble at his neck, then bit into it gently. Not enough to hurt him, but enough so he wouldn't go anywhere. His thrusting became a blur. He had reach the point of no return. Then on one particular thrust, he let everything he had go and then some. Every pulse of his cock brining more of the white liquid into the wolf's body. A piercing roar could be heard throughout the entire cottage and a few buildings that lied close to it.
The tiger could barely catch his breath. Never had he felt such pleasure in his life then tonight. This wolf was someone he couldn't let go. Torc had become far too precious to him. Torc couldn't stop whimpering. For one, he was still in a euphoric state of mind right now. His body was completely overstimulated. And two, he had yet to have his release. As the tiger looked between them, he found the wolf had made a lot of pre, but indeed hadn't cum yet. "That was amazing. I never knew it would be like this. I hope this moment never ends." Torc panted. "And it's not over yet." Darsh smiled as he replied. "There's more?" All the tiger did was nod and begin to nibble on the wolf neck again. Torc whimpered louder, unable to do much else. As Darsh made a trail down the wolf's body, his cock began to slide out slowly from Torc's sorely stretched, and abused tailhole. As he made it to the puddle on Torc's stomach, the head of his cock had finally made it out of him. Another puddle oozed from Torc's hole onto the bedsheet. He began to clean the puddle from Torc's chest. Tasting him, as well as preparing him. As he finished with the tasty mess, he began to use his talented tongue again to clean off Torc's cock, from base to tip. Very, very slowly.
Torc had to grab onto the railing of the bed to try to hold onto whatever was left of his self-control. He wanted this to last at any costs. Darsh noticed that Torc was actually well endowed for his size. As he continued to molest the wolf for all he was worth, he thought he had heard some strange sounds coming from a couple of places. The first coming from directly in front of him, but the second one was the one he was more concerned with. It resided closer to the door then anything else. But he just shrugged them off and continued with his ministrations.
After awhile of torturing the poor wolf, Darsh thought it finally time to give him what he needed. He gave the drooling cockhead one last long lick and proceeded to climb atop Torc. Even though Torc was in sort of a daze from the sensations, he wondered what Darsh was up to. The tiger leaned in close and kisses the wolf again, and whispered, "I am going to show you how good you made me feel." Torc blushed and asked, "Are you sure? I don't want to do anything you don't want to do?" "My motto is 'Whatever you do to me, I do to you. And vice versa. So, since I did that to you, it only fair that you do that to me. And from the looks of it, you might want it as much as I do." He said with a knowing smirk.
The wolf blushed again. "Just relax, and enjoy this." He said as he gave one last lick to his muzzle. All Torc could do was nod. Darsh raised his tail slightly, then, grabbed Torc's saliva cock and lined it up with his waiting hole. As he gave that smile again, he began to slowly lower himself onto the throbbing wolfhood. Every so often he would clench his hole as he slid down, making it that much more pleasurable. The wolf was fidgeting in the bed, still holding onto the bedpost with one hand, the other hand was taken by Darsh. He began to lick and suck on the wolf's fingers, as he slowly starts to fuck himself on Torc's cock.
Torc was in heaven, another new experience. Never had he fucked anyone in his life. He had heard it was great for those that did it, but to him it was a whole other realization. He could feel the texture and smoothness that was Darsh's hole. He could feel his cock bump into something that caused Darsh to moan in great ecstasy. It was wonderful, to know that he was the one giving him that pleasure. It was a grand feeling.
This being the first time he has ever done this, aside from the occasional fingering, it was a whole different story when it came to the real thing. Yes, it felt good when he used his fingers to get himself off once or twice, but to feel the actual fleshy pole of another fur in his most precious area was a completely, more pleasurable experience. He always wondered what it would feel like to be on the other side of the lovemaking.
'Why did it take me so long to try this? I should have done this years ago.' Darsh thought to himself. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours. Or at least that is how it felt to both of them. Sweat covering their bodies as it glistened in the last minutes of sunlight left in the sky. The tiger couldn't help but moan as the cock within him kept on hitting his prostate so well. The wolf hadn't stopped whimpering since it started and now was no exception either, which became louder as time grew longer between them. As the moment became more heated, Darsh took Torc's hands and put them on his chest and said, "Please touch me all over, I want to feel you everywhere that you can possibly be." And Torc did just that. He massaged, stroked, caressed, licked, nibbled and chewed every part of Darsh's body that he could reach. Darsh started to stroke his tigerhood as it was already back to throbbing from his earlier release.
"No, no. Don't do that. It's too much. I can't hold back much longer." Darsh said as Torc had began to nibble on his left nipple. When Torc heard this, he smiled and began to pinch the other nipple at the same time, so he could make Darsh cum again. Darsh couldn't take it anymore, he began to piston his cock. It was like a blur. As he still kept pushing Torc's cock deeper into himself. Torc was feeling a tingling sensation in his ballsac as the situation was beginning to reach its end.
After about another minute or two, Darsh was fucking himself silly. The sound of flesh slapping flesh could be heard throughout the room. "I want you to cum inside me. As I did to you. I want you to give me what I gave you." Was all that Darsh said as he redoubled his efforts yet again. He began tightening his muscles around Torc's cock with each movement, milking it for all it was worth. That was the last straw. Torc grabbed onto Darsh's hips and pushed his member as far as it would go as he howled into the air, cumming hard inside of Darsh. At the same time, when Darsh felt the hard "pang" to his prostate, his eyes crossed. Seeing only stars in front of him he came again, growling through gritted teeth and spilling his seed all over his new lover.
As they both started to come down from their sexual highs, all they could do was look at each other. No words were spoken. None were needed because they both could tell what the other was try to say. Feeling very tired, but very satisfied, Darsh begins to raise himself, letting the cock in his hole come out with a wet pop. As he did, the juices that lay within him gushed forth in all its gooey glory onto his legs, thighs, balls, and Torc's lower body. He lay next to his new lover now, embracing him with all the strength he could muster. As he does this, he notices something. The bedpost that Torc had grabbed onto before was broken. Darsh wondered, he wasn't sure if it was broken before, during, or after the event. But one thing was for certain. It was crushed by pure strength alone.
As he lay there, Torc suggests that they bath and ask for a change of bedsheets. Darsh agrees and they both head for the door. As they get closer to it, they can hear someone breathing rather hard right next to it. They open the door and look, to find that Maxim must have been listening in on them the whole time, seeing as he was missing his clothes and a lot of cum as seen on the floor in front of him. He blushed knowingly. The other two helped him up and they all bathed together, exchanges kisses and gropes the entire time. After a nice, and pleasurable bath, the trio retired to their rooms and rested the rest of the day away.
A few hours later, the time had come. The trio awoke and prepared for their journey deep into the eternity woods. As they finished, Maxim pulled Darsh aside, "Is there something on your mind? You look as if you have seen something that you couldn't believe." "I am not quite sure what it is, but I think it might be about Torc." "Why do you say that?" "Well, after what happened last night, I checked the bedpost that Torc had grabbed onto." "Yes, you told me about that, I never got to tell you that the bed was recently made. And out of very strong cherry oak wood." "Then what I am thinking is true. Torc is the one that did it." "You mean he is the one that crushed it?!?!, that doesn't seem possible." "Possible or not, he is the only one that touched that bedpost, and furthermore, that exact spot." The pair looked at each other, then at Torc who was checking his gear. "It seems that you might have been destined to find him. Just like you wished for at the tree. Remember?"
Four Nights Ago.............
Darsh stood before an enormous tree. Its size and shape were just as he was told. He and his comrades had finally found the tree that would grant them their greatest desires. "The legend states that we have to stand in the shadow of the tree and tell it our deepest desire. But, you must be careful for if you tell it something that is not true to your heart, it might be your doom." Says one of his comrades. They all approached the towering obelisk in front of them with caution, as they finally stood in the shadow of the tree. They all made their wish at the same time hoping that the legends were true.
As they finished, three branches from the grand tree descended on them and grabbed all but Maxim, and Darsh. The three screamed loudly as the tree threw them far into the depths of the forest, thoroughly shocking the last of the party. The tree began to descend on the two of them as well. They tried to defend themselves. Slashing and Clawing at the branches with everything they had, but the branches grew back just as fast as they could cut them off. First, it caught Maxim, using its branches like whips against his body until he was also thrown away. At the same time, Darsh made a last chance effort to destroy the branches. He had brought some steel boomerangs with him, because they were one of his best weapons. He threw them at the base of the branches, hoping it would cut them off, and stop them from growing back. But to no avail. Not only did the steel boomerangs not work, but the tree anticipated that he would try something like that. All of a sudden, Darsh feels something next to his leg as a vine from the tree lassoes itself around his leg. Now dangling upside-down above the ground, facing the evil that is the thing they were searching for. The tree began to swing him around in circles through the branches of the surrounding trees. Grunting with each hit to his person, Darsh tries to move, but can't because of the speed of the swinging.
As the tree got to a certain arch in its swing, he released him. Throwing him as far away from itself as possible. Again, the true was alone to be by itself in its blissful solitude.
As Darsh was flying through the air, he saw a long branch from a tall tree come into view. He reached for it, and grabbed it. He swung around the branch and fell to the ground onto his feet. By sheer luck the branch didn't break in all that he had done to it. As he looked around, he could he sounds of carts nearby. He walked towards it as best he could, but his body was in bad shape from his recent ordeal. As he made it to the makeshift road, he rested on a tree, hoping to be seen by passersby and get some help, but to no avail. He had one shot left. He looked through the shards of clothes he had left to find one of his boomerangs, but only found a steel shard. He held it and waited for the next cart to come by so he could steal it and get some medical attention. But as he waited, his body gave out and he fell unconscious.
Back in the Present.......
'It was like a horrible nightmare. I thought that would be the end of me. Then I had felt something touch me. And there he was, with those beautiful sky blue eyes of his. For me, it was the best sight I had seen in a very long time.' Thought Darsh. "I can't lose him now, I just learned his name. I want to know more about him, but if we go there, he could get killed." He says with fear in his voice. They both nodded and went to go tell Torc what they thought about all this in a chance to persuade him not to go when, before they could even say a word, he says "I don't know why, but I can tell you guys don't want me to go there. I know it is a dangerous journey, and probably an even greater danger getting there. But, I have to do this. It is something I must do. There is a special wish I must ask it. To verify my very existence and to give me my purpose in this life." Tears begin to fall from his eyes as he looks them in the eyes as he continues. "Please, don't ask me to stop. It is the only thing I know that I have to do in my life for sure, and I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life." He finishes, as he wipes the tears from his face.
A concerned look was found on both Maxim and Darsh's faces. They walk over to him and embrace him tightly. "If that is what you mean to do, then we will be there to protect you as best we can. Even if it means sacrificing our lives to do it. We will get you there." Is all Darsh said as he kept the three of them in a tight yet loving embrace. After a few minutes, the trio set out for their destination. In hopes of finding the fabled tree yet again.
As the travelling became more intense as they got deeper into the forest, they encountered many dangerous things, such as, sinkholes, quicksand, leg traps, and dangerous creatures alike. Even though there were only 2 of them actually fighting, they managed to find the target of their quest. The fabled tree. Darsh and Maxim look at each other, getting there weapons ready, in case the tree gives a repeat performance of their last encounter.
Torc looks at the tree. He feels as if he knows it somehow. A feeling as if he should know it within the deepest recesses of his mind. As he approached it, the feeling kept getting stronger and stronger until it was undeniable. He knew that he knew this tree but couldn't figure out why. As he finally arrived at the base of the tree, he made his wish and said it with everything he had. "Please honorable tree, I wish to know what my purpose in this life is. What I am here for. To put it shortly, I wish to know what is my destiny?" As he finished, leaves began to fall from the overhead canopy. Torc backs away, wondering what would happen. Then after a short time a voice rumbles through the air. "You are destined to come back to me!"
As Torc hears this, he is in utter shock. "What do you mean come back to you?" "You are a part of me. When you were released, you took a piece of my power with you. Leaving me weaker then I normally am. But now that you have returned, I will return to my full strength and be whole again." "That isn't possible, I have never been apart of you. I was raised well and learned things about the world around." "Let me guess, you are 20, right?" Torc looks shocked again. "And you don't have any parents?" "How do you know that?" "And the orphanage told you that strange things have been happening to you since you were a child?" "Stop it." "And that whenever you played with something, it broke?" "Please STOP IT!!" "And every time you wanted to play with the other children, all they did was run away and call you..." "STOP IIIIIIIITTTT!!!" "FREAK!!!!"
Darsh and Maxim only looked at each other and wondered what was going on. But soon, brought themselves back to reality when the vines from the tree started to descend on them. "This time, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!!!"
The tree sent many vines at them at once. Maxim and Darsh surrounded Torc and began to slash, cut and break any vines that got near them. But, to no avail. There were just too many. As they were cutting, the tree sent other vines beneath them to capture them once again. "NOOOO!!!" "LET US GO, YOU DEMONIC THING!!!" The tree only laughed as he slammed them both into a nearby tree and repeated it over and over again.
"NO. Stop this please. Don't hurt them. Let them go. And you can have me. JUST LET THEM GO!!!" Torc yelled. "What makes you think that I can't do both? I will kill them, then make you one with me once again! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" "NO, PLEASE DON"T!!!!!" All the tree did was laugh and continue his assault. Torc began to cry, but suddenly stopped himself. Something snapped. His eyes began to glow white, his hair stood on end, his body became tense as he charged the tree in a mad rage. "I SAID, LET....THEM.....GOOOOO!!!!" (SMASH!!!) Torc punches the tree with such force, he cracks the tree trunk. "WHAT??? NO, STOP!!" the tree releases the other two and focuses on Torc, but it wasn't enough. Torc was too strong. (SMASH!!!) He hits it again, a visible crack could be seen going around the tree. "NO, WAIT!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!" But Torc didn't listen.
Torc kept punching the tree's trunk. The tree kept trying to keep him back but couldn't. "SINCE YOU WANT TO KILL MY FRIENDS, TRY KILLING THEM FROM THE GRAVE!!!" (SMASH!!!) With one final monstrous punch, the tree yells in extreme pain as he fell to the ground with a loud crash.
As Torc calms down, his body returns to normal and he remembers about Maxim and Darsh. He rushes to them and checks on them. "Are you two alright?" He says with tears in his eyes. "We are fine, thanks to you." Darsh says as he caresses Torc's face. "Yeah, you did it. You stopped its evil from spreading any further." Maxim says as he kisses the wolf gently.
As they leave the forest, they look back and realize, maybe this was the tree fulfilling their wish after all. Darsh's wish to find a kindred spirit was realized in Torc. Maxim's wish to find someone he could trust with his life was realized in both his new friends. And Torc's wish to find out his true destiny was realized in the battle with the tree. Maybe that in itself was how the tree granted its wishes. But that didn't matter now. They now had each other. To live out their lives the way they saw fit to live them. Three comrades, Three friends, Three lovers. All together to help one another, and to defend each other with their lives, for they had a bond that was as deep as the love they had for each other.
Back in the Forest.....
The tree lays on the ground. A shadow of its former self. Or was it. For it seemed, the shadow of the tree was still in the same place is if the tree were still standing.
"HEHEHEHE! I guess they finally realized it. It took longer then expected, but their wishes finally came true just like the others. In a flash, the tree was back where it was. As if nothing had happened. "I wonder how long it will take until I am sought after again. Oh well. I guess that will happen when the time comes. As he finishes, the sun was beginning to shine in the sky. As it did, the tree began to dissappear into nothing until it was time for him to appear again........
THE END! I thank you all who read this story, it took me forever to finish. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. I want to hear as much criticism as possible on this. It is my first real story and I really want to know how to improve. Also, if you have any suggestions, tell me. I would love to find another idea for a story to write. You can reach me at ([[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection))Until we meet again all.
Your friend and ally, Snowcloud.
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Title: Hard Time 3 by Beefy the Bull
Tags: Anal, Bovine, Bull, Gang-Rape, M/M, Minotaur, Rape, Shower
Hard time 3 By: Beefy the Bull -Prequel to 'Hard time'
Note: this story contains my favorite Characters, but is non-cannon with their main story line, and I don't much like the poor way I portray them in this story, they are much kinder, and really just two great and honest bulls.
A bar fight. Nothing more, a drunk punched 'the faggot bull'. Magnum turned him in to a pulp. The drunken man died that night in the hospital, and four months later, the judge sentenced him to life without parole in court.
Magnum knew he could handle it, he also knew Beefy wouldn't be able to. After six months the relation was strained, Beefy started to unravel more and more, faster and faster, he was bad at caring for himself, he lost weight, he didn't talk to anyone other than Magnum, and their only contact was the once a month visit, and only for a hour. Magnum watched helplessly as his lover changed in to a confused and lonely bull, desperate for attention. Magnum felt terrible, as it was his fault, being so reckless had gotten him put in jail, and now the one that truly had to suffer was Beefy. For Magnum prison wasn't that bad, he was mostly board, and lonely without his little buddy. They wrote letters profusely. Writing a letters back to Beefy consumed most of his time, with not much else to do it wasn't a problem... yet.
Until Magnum started to fall for his cell mate, a human that was in for 'embezzlement' apparently that was what they called it when you were a political enemy of the state. Magnum finally had a sexual outlet, and some one that understood him. And he was smart too- Not that Beefy was dumb, he just wasn't... the brightest... Beefy didn't know, he didn't need to, it would just hurt him, to know that Magnum was with someone else.
If things weren't bad enough, Magnum suffered a great blow, one that destroyed his ability to take care of Beefy, after his celly was murdered, he wasn't able to emotionally care for the other bull, how could he when his own heart hurt so? Stricken by grief, his letters to Beefy slowed to a trickle, then stopped. Mag's sorrow turned to hatred for the murders, he would have vengeance. Mag stopped having visitors, when he no longer had time to deal with Beefy, fighting a prison gang that numbered in the hundreds was a twenty-four-seven thing, he didn't have time for stupid stuff like that...
Mag decided to fight fire with fire- he formed a gang of the toughest and cruelest criminals. Men that had no remorse for killing were to weak. No, he wanted ones that would enjoy it - like he did when he killed the man whom took his cellmate's life. That was how the gang got its name: "Sadists"
Beefy was devastated, when the guard told him his lover didn't want to see him anymore. He was a wreck until that day, but after that moment he was destroyed, not even a shadow of his former self. After three weeks of confinement in the apartment where he lived, he decided he had to act, he had to see his lover. Taking one of Magnum's old guns, he shot and killed a random old man on the streets, and sat smiling next to the body- gleeful that soon he would see his love.
Between hearings, court, and transfers to and from a hospital for the criminally insane, Beefy -or Beef as they now called him-had to wait three years before he finally would see his love, his idol, the only person, the only thing in the world that mattered to him. His time in prison and the hospital left a undeniable mark on the bull, tormented, and tormenter, he was a nightmare to himself and others.
\-Years later-
Today! Today was the day! He would see Magnum for the first time in almost three years! He dreamed and planed this day out. Every moment, his every word, his every action, had been the focus of his entire being for years and the moment was at hand! Beef sat smiling in the bus that was transferring him to the maximum security penitentiary. Sitting in the orange jumpsuit, he was an odd spectacle, his horns sawn off ( in the psyche-ward he was considered a danger to himself and others, and the horns had to go.) and rocking back and forth rhythmically, he could hardly hold in his excitement. When the bus stopped he complied whole heartedly with the guards, following their orders to the letter- he needed to be good in order to get transferred in to the same cell with Magnum- yes, that was the plan. And after a few weeks of good behavior, begging the warden, and wheedling the mental health professionals, he had managed to get the transfer of his dreams, he shook with excitement, after three years, twenty three days and seven hours, and thirty four minutes- he was finally going to be reunited with Magnum! As the guards walked him down the cell block, he smiled broadly, he couldn't hear anything, the walls seemed to glow, and he felt warm, warm like he had when Magnum had held him last- That was exactly three years, twenty three days, seven hours, and thirty minutes ago. He stopped, oblivious to the world around him, watching the door in front of him waiting for it to open to reveal his reward. All his careful planning came to this! The door opened, in shock he stepped in and the guards uncuffed him, and there! There Magnum stood before him, mere feet away, he could smell the familiar smell, he knew his every word in advance, He was with Magnum! As the door closed behind him he stepped closer to his lover, and called to the still figure standing with his back to him.
" M-Magnum!" Beef excitedly called out.
Mag turned, his expression flat, as he eyed the small bull suspiciously.
" The name's Mag." he coldly informed Beef.
Beef was put off some, but ultimately undeterred, he leapt to his lover, and hugged him, he wanted to smell the white bull, that was one of the things he missed the most.
But as he touched Mag, the white bull pushed him back hard, and threw a powerful punch, landing in the center of Beef's chest, he fell and hit the floor, shocked. What had happened just now?
" Don't touch me like that bitch!" the white bull yelled angrily, and tuned away, laying down on his bunk, uninterested in the brown bull.
Beef was destroyed by the words, he didn't bother to get up from the floor, instead he curled his legs close and cried quietly on the cold concrete floor for the rest of the day, and through the night. It had all gone wrong, what was wrong with himself? Why had he destroyed his relation by angering Mag? Why was he such a worthless piece of trash compared to him? His heart hurt so badly, both from the punch and the words. Through the night the cold concrete talked to him. It whispered things in his ear, it told him what to do. He thanked the concrete, whispering his thanks, and kissing it, giving it a quick peck... he didn't want Mag to get angry with him. Smiling he lay there and waited for morning.
Mag was confused inside, a lost love retuned, but neither of them were the same, Mag knew he was a monster now, Magnum was gone. He looked at the gang tattoos on his arms and realized, what they had once was gone too. He didn't have feelings like he use to, he didn't care like he use to. He wasn't weak anymore.
When the guards opened the cell doors the next morning, Beef was ready, the two bulls and a few other prisoners were lead to the showers and as they stripped and showered, Mag watched him some, and Beef noticed the white bull getting an erection, now was the time to move. He turned his back to the white bull, and bent over.
"Mag, I need you!" he lusted, humiliating himself, but for a good cause.
The other prisoners mocked him but he paid no heed to them, soon Mag would take him, and reawaken his love. The cell floor had told him to give himself sexually to the white bull, an offering to reawaken his God's love. The cell floor was smart... no Beef thought, the cell floor wasn't smart, it had just spent a lot of time with Mag, and knew what he wanted. Yes that was right. He smiled, so glad to have listened to its advice.
" You little slut!" Mag bellowed, grinning cruelly. Roughly he put his hands on beef's hips and took him, it was quick and impersonal, but that didn't matter, he would remember their love now! When the other bull finished with him, he pulled out and rinsed off. Beef turned around smiling, and he wanted to fall in to the grasp of the white bull. Mag's second rejection hurt more than the first... maybe he needed to give it some time, he thought as he watched Mag talking with the other five prisoners in the shower. Mag tuned and smiled at him! That was it! It was working! But wait, why was he leaving? Then the other men seized him, four of the men grabbing his limbs, the other standing before him, they were strong too- working out in the prison gym every day for years did that.. they forced him down to his knees, and as the fifth man stood behind him, Beef cried out to his lover:
" Magnum, Mag, help!" he struggled in the grasp of the four men.
Mag's response was his back disappearing through the shower door, leaving Beef alone with his rapists.
The cell floor had lied! No one should listen to the cell floor, it would mislead you, he thought he ought to warn everyone else about the floor and its ways, but he remembered what the doctors thought about secrets like that, no he would keep this to himself too. Just like that lamp in the doctor's office had told him to. That lamp was funny, and kind of ugly, but it told him what to say so they wouldn't give him the pills any more. What a smart lamp. Or maybe it too, was like the cell floor or that gray-and-white-moth... liars both of them... it was too soon to tell. He would have to be more careful as to what he trusted from now on.
Once the five men had their way with him, they left, letting him crawl to the corner of the shower. Depressed and confused, he knew he needed to find a good consultant. One he could trust. He would need to devise a test, to prove that whatever he consulted could be trusted. And he would need to administer the test several times randomly..yes. And think! They all thought he was insane! Insane people weren't this smart.. no he was quite sane, he was certain of that.
Later, in the prison yard he considered the last few days. His only success was Mag fucking him twice. It was a good start. But the white bull wouldn't talk to him -other than to tell him to stop talking to things. he had shut up, but he had wanted to tell the floor he knew that it lied to him, that he was going to warn the others if it didn't stop whispering to him at night. The gall of that dastardly thing! To try and confuse him like that, keeping him up at all hours of the night with its incessant words. He had to wait until Mag left the cell to finish talking to it.
Presently he looked around the yard, trying to find a good consultant, one that could give him good advice. Wandering around slowly, he placed his ear to various walls, doors, drains, and almost everything in the yard. It would take some time but he would succeed soon or later. Success was found three days later, when he gave up, and sat in the middle of the yard. Sitting there he lamented his in-ability to find an object that wasn't insane, and babbling incoherent words to him. But then sitting there he heard it, a faint whisper, words that spoke truths. Looking around for the source he homed in on a small pebble in the grass. At last! But he needed to be wary, lest it deceive him, like the others. He remembered his test, it was so clever.. he smiled to himself, he was always clever like that, after all he had gotten himself in to prison, with Mag for the rest of his life!
He took the pebble close to his ear, and listened intently, before he gave his test. Holding it in his open palm in front of him, he asked it-
" Why am I here?" He waited quietly for its response, its whispers twisted quietly in to a formidable response. He heard ten thousand whispering voices, deciphering it was easy for someone as smart as himself. All the voices had to be added and subtracted. He subtracted all the voices that said different things, and added all the ones that said the same thing... if he wasn't so smart, the voices probably would have driven him mad...
The pebble told him:
\> Demons and angles fight and shaped the stars; The wind deflected around your horns \<
He nodded in agreement to the words. The pebble was smart, almost as smart as him.
" Why is there blood?" he asked of the pebble.
\> To make fearful slaughter; to bring vitality to life \< it whispered in ten thousand gravelly voices.
Again the pebble proved itself. But now he was ready to spring his trap on the unsuspecting pebble:
" Why do I love Magnum?"
If the pebble was truly evil and wanted to mislead him, it would answer this one wrong. He waited.
\> The universe; The cosmos ; The stars \<
Beef smiled broadly, the pebble wasn't a liar!
" What should I do?" he asked it, still holding it in his open palm, wondering if he should have given it more time until he asked.
The deafening roar of voices filled the world around him, pushing reality, tearing it away, he floated in a scarlet void, the voices were so many the words were so strong, the pebble grew in to a spinning boulder in front of him, as he drifted around it, he wondered if he would be able to figure it out...
Fin.
End note:
Mag's sadistic bent and Beef's confused and pliable mind, bring the two close, and there love rekindles, but now as perverted form of its former beauty. And that leads up to the story: 'Hard Time 1'
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Title: Belar the Mighty: The Lost Sister Ch. 03
Tags: female virgin, blowjob, cunnilingus
**I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback!**
**To the readers**: Sorry for the extended delay since Chapter 2, this story took me in a direction I was not expecting and it is much different than the draft I wrote years ago (and was very unsatisfied with). I hope you all like it, and I promise Chapter 4 will be up in a reasonable timeframe. As always, please let me know what you think!
**Chapter Three**
Belar and Taria navigated the winding forest trail in silence for quite some time. Belar could sense the fear emanating from the small priestess beside him. She had seen him unchecked, had witnessed his blood rage in full force. This was typically the point at which most people stopped associating with him. For Taria, that was not an option. *Unlucky for her,* he thought.
Belar reached down and grabbed the waterskin hanging off the side of his saddle, noticing how the priestess jumped at the unexpected motion. He sighed, took a deep gulp of water, and scanned the forest around them. Very few strands of sunlight were piercing through the weave of treetops now, and the trail they followed was so overgrown that it was almost nonexistent. Belar still recognized the area, but they were approaching the point where even he usually turned back when hunting; and Belar did not know of anyone in Lanos who hunted Blackrock Forest as deep as he.
"Are you okay?" Belar asked, breaking the silence.
Taria turned towards him and stared for a second. Fear was evident in her features and Belar was surprised at how much that pained him.
"Yes," she said finally.
"I call it the blood rage." Belar replied, answering her unasked question.
"The blood what?"
"The blood rage," he said again. "You know how it feels when your blood rushes before a fight?"
The look on her face said she hadn't the faintest clue what he was talking about.
He realized he was not explaining this to someone with combat experience and decided to try different approach, "When the dire attacked us, did your heartbeat quicken?"
"Yes," she said with a nod.
"That is your fear making your blood rush," he explained, "It can make you run faster or swing your weapon harder. Seasoned warriors know this and use it to their advantage."
Her face twisted in confusion, "But I have never seen any other—"
"Let me finish," he said, cutting her off. "Seasoned warriors understand this rush. While the name changes depending on who you are talking to, they all are referring to the same thing."
Belar gave her a moment to take in what he was saying before continuing.
"Fear is not the only thing that causes the rush, anger can as well. The difference is that when anger causes the rush, your training often disappears as well," Belar explained. "Perhaps you have heard the saying, 'An angry soldier is a dead soldier?'"
The slight widening of her eyes indicated that she had.
"Well, that is the meaning behind that saying. Each time a soldier is foolish enough to let anger control him, he invites death."
"But, you wanted me to tell you my story. You wanted to get angry..." Taria replied, trailing off as she worked to put the pieces together.
"Aye, I did. It's different for me. For me, the rush caused by my rage seems to be greater than that of others. When it happens..." Belar paused searching for the right words, "It is as if everything slows down."
"Is it..." she began hesitantly, "Is it because you're Onekyh?"
"No, I don't think so," Belar responded thoughtfully, "I have not met many Onekyh, but those I have met do not share this similarity. Most are far more beast than I though."
"Have you met any others like you?" she asked, now genuinely curious.
"If there are others, I've never met them," Belar replied.
"So this, uh, blood rage, it makes you faster, stronger?"
"Aye, it pushes my body to the limit and dulls my pain," he explained, "It is a boon in battle, but a curse in everything else."
"Why would it be a curse?"
"You saw how I reacted to your touch," he said with a sigh, "When in a blood rage, I become blinded by my fury. I will attack anything that comes close." He noticed Taria shudder, "That is why I work alone."
Belar hated the sympathy that flooded her crystal blue eyes. He turned away; he did not want her pity. They rode in silence, reflecting on what was just said. The awkward silence was broken when his stomach grumbled angrily, reminding him that it was past time to eat. He heard Taria snicker at the sound and actually smiled a little himself. It was good to hear something cheerful.
"Sounds like something else is raging," Taria jested and Belar's smile morphed into a full-fledged chortle.
He turned to see Taria wearing a wide grin and marveled at how beautiful she was; even more so now that her frown had been replaced with a smile.
"Aye, and let me tell you, a food rage is no laughing matter!"
Taria joined him in laughter. What a sight they would have made right then, two travelers cracking jokes and laughing while winding through one of the most dangerous patches of forest this side of the Nariba River.
When Belar's laughter abated a bit, he reached into the pack at his side and pulled one of the cheese wedges free. Before taking a bite, he surprised himself and offered some to Taria.
"Thank you," she said as she broke a chunk free.
Belar nodded and devoured the remainder of the wedge in three enormous bites before reaching into the pack for another. The healing potion he used earlier only accelerated the body's natural healing capabilities and the result left the user famished. He was almost done with the second wedge when Taria spoke again.
"Uhm, what should I do if you go into one of these blood rages?"
"Stay back," Belar responded between bites, "Just stay away and let it run its course."
Taria nodded, she appeared to be growing accustomed to the idea, a reaction that both earned his respect and left him speechless. Nobody, not even Francis, treated Belar the same after seeing his rage. To most people he was one step above a wild animal, something that Belar had learned to accept. Yet, somehow, Taria was not treating him in such a manner.
Trying not dwell on it, he turned his attention back to their surroundings. The vibrant green canopy from earlier was now tainted with dead branches — a sure indication that they were nearing the most dangerous portion of the trail.
Belar had only trekked this deep into the forest once before, and that had been many, many years ago, during his reckless youth. Hunters in Lanos made a living off of Blackrock Forest, and the deeper a hunter went, the more valuable the quarry. The rarity of hunters willing to venture deep inside made it so. Belar, in his infinite, youthful wisdom had deduced that the most valuable quarry must reside in the forest's heart. It was only logical. If no hunters were willing to travel there, then whatever lived inside must be worth a fortune.
The memories flooded back to him as vividly as if they had occurred yesterday. He guessed that one does not forget a day like that. He had traveled the same path they were on now, but veered towards the deepest part of the woods at a junction he and Taria would soon reach. He remembered the dry, cracked brown trees which seemed to almost grasp at anything living. He remembered wondering why the deepest part of the forest would be dying. But, what he remembered most was the smell — if death had a smell, that would be it. That smell had unnerved even his youthful naivety and within minutes he had turned back. Belar was no longer a young man, a veteran of countless battles, bar brawls, and street fights, but at no point in his life had he ever come across a smell like that again. Hell, at no point could he remember feeling fear as he felt that day.
"Belar?" Taria asked at his side, "Are you alright?"
Her voice snapped him from his daydreaming, "Aye, just remembering the last time I went this far into Blackrock," he replied and immediately regretted it when her smile disappeared.
"Was it... bad?"
"Nothing we can't handle," he lied, "Plus, we are not going the way I went."
"Good," Taria replied with relief, "How much longer do we have?"
"About two hours to reach the North woods, then an hour or two until we reach the northern edge," Belar explained. "We should reach the entrance to the caverns that the Onekyh used to inhabit before nightfall.
"Used to inhabit?" Taria interjected, her voice rising a bit.
"Yes, used to. It's not like I visit often."
"What if—"
"Then we will figure out what to do then," Belar said, halting her question.
Taria opened her mouth as if to say more, but decided against it and turned away, pain showing once more. Just as before, Belar found himself confused at how much that bothered him. "*What is wrong with you?*" he asked himself silently.
He was about to distract himself with another cheese wedge when the smell hit him. The smell transported him back to his youthful excursion. He felt a rare sensation building once more... fear.
Belar frantically scoured the trees lining the forest trail for any indication that whatever carried that scent had found them. They were close to the junction he had taken years ago and further into the forest than he had come at any point since. He barely noticed Taria start sniffing the air beside him.
"Wh—" Taria began, but Belar slapped his hand over her mouth.
The look on his face silenced her. When the small stone in Belar's pocket sprang to life, he knew that whatever carried that stench had found them. Belar did not even bother loosening his hammer. His instincts, honed from decades of training and combat, told him to run.
It was then that he saw them, two blazing red eyes seeming to almost dance with excitement in the darkness that lived between the dying tree branches. Belar would later swear that the roar which followed caused the ground to tremble. Taria's scream barely registered in its wake. His instincts took over.
Belar dug his heels deep into the horseflesh beneath him and felt the animal surge forward. With inhuman quickness, he snatched the reins of Taria's horse. A jolt of pain surged through his shoulder as he forced her horse to follow suit. The action almost pulled him to the ground and he knew that most men would have been unhorsed. The cracking of dying branches behind him told him that whatever owned those eyes was in pursuit.
It took every ounce of Belar's ability to guide the horses as they blazed down the winding trail. He gave thanks to Francis for getting them trained warhorses. When the trail finally straightened, he spared a glance in Taria's direction. The look on her face and the uncanny shade of white that blanketed her features unnerved him.
"SNAP OUT OF IT WOMA—" Belar began to scream as he turned his gaze in the same direction as hers.
His words came to a screeching halt. If he had thought the eyes were bad, the rest of the Amur-forsaken creature was worse. The remnants of what appeared to be a mammoth creature was bounding down the trail behind them, snapping good sized trees as it barreled through. Most of the creature's skeleton lay bare, but a few splotches of dead or dying skin somehow clung to parts of the sickly yellow bones. Those blood red eyes still seemed to dance in the blackness of two gaping eye sockets that sat above a massive jawbone rich with jagged teeth. Belar had never even heard of any creature which fit the description of what he was seeing, and whatever it was, he knew that it should have died long ago. The deathly stench it carried made perfect sense.
Had Belar still been the naive, inexperienced hunter who had traveled to this area so many years ago, he doubted he would have lived to tell the tale. Instead, instincts cultivated over the years since guided him. Those instincts pulled him from his stupor, forced his gaze back to the front, and jerked the reins of his panicked horse in time to miss a tree which had invaded the forest trail. His mind awakened once more to the tiny stone shaking furiously in his pocket. Without considering the consequences, he pulled the stone from his pocket and hurled it at the forsaken creature.
Belar had received the stone as a gift, given by a wizard he saved during a battle long ago. "It will warn you of danger," the wizard had told him, "And should the situation be dire enough, it will disintegrate with a powerful flash." The stone had repaid Belar's service to the wizard many times over in the years since, and now in its' final act, saved their lives. A moment after he sent the stone flying over his shoulder, the air around him went bright white and a soundless explosion deafened his ears. It felt as if his head had been plunged underwater. When the sensation passed, the beast's roars shook his eardrums and caused his eyes to water. Blinking away the tears, Belar did his best to focus on the trail and ensure that neither horse slowed. In reality, he doubted he could have slowed either horse at that point anyways.
His horse was the first to break. He felt the telltale tremble and knew the beast's collapse was imminent. By that point, he had regained most of his faculties and the angry roars had dissipated some time ago. Belar dug his heels into the horse's flank and yanked on the reins. The horse's head pulled to the right as the animal's left front leg buckled. As the broken animal crashed to the ground, Belar sprang off its haunches and tucked into a ball before slamming into the ground. The impact rattled his bones and sent fiery surges of pain through his body, but as he rolled to a stop, he could tell that nothing was broken. Looking up quickly, he saw Taria's horse disappear down the trail. He hoped she came to her senses quickly or he would not be bringing both sisters back.
Ignoring the pain, he shot to his feet and dashed to his now shrieking horse. He pulled his massive war hammer free and sent it arcing into the horse's skull. The piercing shrieks ended with a crunch. Unsure of how far they had traveled, he stared a moment down the trail, listening for any indication that the beast still followed. Once satisfied, he turned back to the dead horse, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and gave thanks for the animal's sacrifice. The horse had rolled, crushing one of the saddlebags. Thankfully, it had not been the bag which contained the potions. Belar salvaged what he could of the contents and secured the potions in his hunting pouch before setting off in the direction Taria's horse had fled.
The horse's path would have been easy for a novice hunter to follow. He cursed his ineptness more than once as he followed the stream of broken branches and hoof prints. "*Why did I let go of her horse?"* he asked himself. At every turn, he wondered if he would stumble upon the priestess' lying broken beside her dead horse. It would be his fault. The thought frightened him immensely and he did not know why. Of course he didn't *want* the woman to die, but he had seen plenty of death in his life. Why was it so important that he find *her* alive? Belar's step unconsciously quickened.
When he finally heard a horse's whinny, he breathed a sigh of relief—the horse was alive! Belar broke into a sprint. He rounded a corner in the trail and saw Taria's horse lying on its side near a tree that had grown into the trail. The bloody red mark on the tree's trunk told him much of what happened. Yet, unlike how he had imagined it, the priestess was nowhere in sight. Belar's hammer was halfway from its holster when he paused; the horse's whines were not grave enough given the circumstances. Sliding the hammer back into its holster, he knelt beside the horse and ran his hands along the beast's neck. It wasn't broken? He noticed that the horse's front leg was limp, which explained why the animal was still on the ground.
"What happened here big fella?" Belar asked with a gentle pat.
The horse snorted in response and Belar stood, scanning the area with keen eyes. The horse's tracks ended at the tree. The animal had definitely crashed into it, and yet, it was still alive? By all rights, this horse should be either dead or dying. Was it the priestess' work? There were no visible footprints on the trail beyond the tree. She had not gone that way... why? He noticed a twig hanging loosely off to his left and immediately shifted his attention to the area. The moss on the ground was also depressed. She wandered off the path and into the forest?
Belar had only taken two steps in that direction when he noticed the notch in a nearby tree bleeding sap. It looked eerily similar to what one would expect to see after pulling a dagger free. Belar's gaze swung in the opposite direction and took stock of the way the tree branches on that side of the trail were bunched closely together, far too close to be natural... an ambush? Had they already reached the northern woods? He guessed it was possible. He was not entirely sure how far they had traveled while escaping that creature. Belar was still piecing the puzzle together when he heard Taria's scream.
Perhaps it was his Onekyh blood or perhaps it was decades of hunting, but Belar could weave through the forest with unnatural quickness for a man of his size. He closed the distance between Taria's horse and her scream in less than half the time it had taken her to run it. When he reached the small clearing, he was greeted by the sight of the priestess standing with her back against a rather large tree trunk and her arms weaving quickly before her. Three men dressed in dark greens were slowly encircling her, cautious of the faint aura that was forming around her hands. A fourth man was writhing on the ground, clutching at the dagger handle protruding from his stomach. *I guess the dagger did come in handy*, Belar thought.
"Now, now, pretty," he heard the man in the center say, "We just want to play a little."
Belar was still taking stock of the situation when the man on the left moved. His hand snapped forward and Belar's eyes were barely able to pick out the tiny blade before it plunged into Taria's right thigh. The glow around her hands flickered out as the weaving ceased immediately, replaced by a shriek of pain. Belar watched aghast as the priestess crumpled to the ground.
The anger that swept through his body sent him into a blood rage greater than anything he had experienced in his tumultuous past. In the moment before rational thought ceased, Belar registered shock at how furious the sight of Taria falling made him. The roar *he* unleashed did not cause the ground to tremble, but it did stop all three men in their tracks.
The first man had not even fully turned to the new threat when his head disappeared, leaving a red mist in the massive war hammer's wake. The headless body actually kept turning for a moment before dropping to the ground, but the blur that was Belar had already passed. The second man caught a glimpse of the giant that was crashing down on him before the hammer found his chest. The last thought of his life was to wonder why he was flying backwards. The third man, to his credit, got his short sword pointed in the right direction and had started to fall into a somewhat seasoned stance when the war hammer came arcing in his direction. His mistake was his natural reaction to try and parry the blow. The war hammer slammed through the blade and then through his head, finally coming to rest at his ribcage.
The beast of a man that turned on the last highwayman, still lying on the ground, would have given even the holy knights of Lanos pause. The bandit was no longer writhing, but instead stared in wide-eyed horror at the giant methodically marching in his direction.
"Please, please don—" the man started before the thud of Belar's hammer silenced his plea.
His fury was so strong, that he actually started to walk out of the clearing and back towards the forest trail, intent on tackling the beast they had barely escaped hours ago.
"Belar?" a strained voice called out behind him, tugging at his cloudy consciousness, "Belar... don't leave..."
Belar turned towards the voice and her tear-stricken face brought him back. A flood of foreign emotions filled the void left behind. He closed the distance between them in a few strides.
"Bel... Belar," the priestess stammered, "Are you... okay?"
"Aye, the rage is passing," he replied as he knelt beside the wounded priestess.
"G... good," she replied. Without warning, the priestess wrapped her arms around his neck and locked him in a firm hug. "Thank you."
The action left Belar thunderstruck. All the fighting and training did nothing to prepare him for this. After a long moment, her grip ceased and she pulled away. Her eyes widened when she saw the tears he knew were forming in his own eyes. He quickly brushed the moisture away.
"Stupid bugs," he stated, looking away. "I, uh, suppose we should get moving."
"Yes, I suppose so." Taria replied and Belar turned back to see a hint of a smile on her face. The smirk was immediately replaced with a cringe of pain as she attempted to rise.
"Let me," he said and slid one arm under her legs and the other around her shoulders.
He lifted her with ease and turned them back towards the clearing.
"That... you... how?" the priestess sputtered as she looked across the carnage that had once been four bandits.
"I don't know," Belar responded honestly.
He could not remember the blood rage ever taking him like that. The devastation was magnificent, even by his standards. The medicine men of Athys would have been lucky to piece together a single man from the body parts that still remained. He felt the priestess' gaze on him and also felt the blood rushing into his cheeks. He set off across the bloody clearing, refusing to return the look in fear of how he would respond. Amur be damned, he was acting like a bloody stable boy!
Belar easily guided them back to where Taria's horse lay. He did his best to focus on their next course of action, but his mind was incessantly drawn to the firm, lithe woman lying in his arms. The mere touch of her arm around his neck drove him crazy, and he could not fathom why. More than once, he mentally scolded himself and commanded his mind to focus! Only to become more frustrated when his mind and body ignored the order. The whole ordeal was so mentally exhausting that he was actually relieved when they reached the trail and he finally was able to set her down.
"Let me get one of the potions," he said, turning towards her horse.
"Thank you."
He took a step towards the horse and stopped, wanting to smack himself. The potions were in his bloody pouch now! He sheepishly reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled the remaining healing potion free, hoping the priestess failed to realize his foolishness. The look on her face suggested she hadn't.
"Uh, here you go."
"Thank you," she replied again, not commenting on the oversight.
The priestess pulled the stopper free and downed the contents. Taria's eyes widened with anticipation for a moment before her tears flooded back. A face took on a resolute look and Belar watched her begin to rock back and forth. He knew that pain and he was impressed at how well she was taking it. This was a strong woman. For the first time since this all began, Belar acknowledged to himself how much he appreciated her companionship on this journey. That realization was astounding. He was a man who needed no one, and all this woman had been so far was a hindrance! Why in Amur's name would he be grateful for her presence?
Refusing to dwell on the uncomfortable thoughts, he turned to the nickering horse. Taria's horse was still one the ground and after a thorough check, he concluded the horse was lame in the front left leg. The horse would be of no further use on this journey, and he doubted it would survive long after they left. It would be a kindness to put the animal down quickly. Belar sighed and began to pull his hammer free once more.
"Wait!"
The exclamation halted the action and Belar turned towards the priestess.
"Give... give me a... moment," Taria said through clenched teeth, "I... I can see... to the animal."
The last few pieces of the puzzle slid into place. That was why the horse's neck was not broken! It had been the priestess. Belar stood there awkwardly for a moment, not really knowing how to comfort the woman or the horse. Instead, he fell back into what he did know and began a quick sweep of the immediate area. He doubted any other bandits would be present, but he needed to do *something*.
When he returned, he found the priestess was kneeling beside the horse, her hands working a complex pattern above the horse's wounded leg. Her whispering was barely perceptible from this distance and he could not make out what she was saying. His disdain for priestly magic kept him from moving any closer and he watched as she finished the ritual. When Taria's hands finally slowed, she climbed to her feet and the horse followed suit. Belar had to admit, he was impressed.
"That's useful," Belar said as he walked towards them.
A smile lit up her face in response, and Belar blushed like a stable boy for the second time that day.
"I, uh, are you okay?" he said, trying to regain some semblance of control.
"Yes, thank you again. Those men..." she trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.
The thought alone threatened to reignite his fury.
"Pitiful men. Too weak to serve in the guard and too pathetic to find honest work," Belar said with disgust.
Taria nodded and he saw the approval in her eyes, "Well, at least they will not harm anyone else."
*That was an understatement*, Belar thought.
"Can you ride?" Belar asked, nodding towards her leg.
"Yes," she replied and smoothly mounted the now upright animal as if to accentuate the point.
The horse nickered in response, apparently just as excited to be walking once more.
"Is your horse?" Taria asked, looking around.
"Gone," Belar said without emotion.
Moisture filled the priestess' eyes as she nodded solemnly, "And that... thing?"
"Gone as well."
"Wh—what was it?"
"I've no idea, but I'm guessing it is why no hunters return from deep in the forest."
He did not fault the priestess for the fear she showed as she looked back the way they had come. He was ashamed to admit that he had felt the same fear himself.
"What now?" she asked.
"Well, bandits mean we must be getting close to the northern edge," Belar explained, "If we follow the trail, it should take us out near the Onekyh's cave."
Taria nodded, "How far?"
"I am not sure," Belar shrugged, "I am not as familiar with this area of the forest."
A look of realization crossed Taria's face, "Are you okay to walk?"
"Aye, I don't usually ride through the forest anyways," Belar said with a laugh, "Tends to scare the animals."
Taria looked at him perplexed for a moment before a look of comprehension crossed her face as she remembered he often hunted these woods. To cover up the oversight, she flicked the reins on her horse and started down the trail without another word.
Belar was thankful for the silence as he struggled to come to terms with the jumble of emotions he was experiencing. The effect this woman was having on him was incomprehensible. She rode beside him, back straight and a confident look on her face. The same woman who had experienced a dire attack, survived an encounter with the forsaken beast that lived deep in this forest, and had nearly been raped and killed by bandits. Amur be damned, he was a little shaken from it all. Yet, here she sat, riding towards a cave full of Onekyh, and somehow looking confident. The whole thing left him awestruck, and Belar was a little thankful when a much more recognizable emotion began to emerge—lust.
That is not to say that Belar did not feel some guilt at his natural reaction to watching her ride. The way her legs gripped the horse, the curves of her hips, and most of all, the unmistakable bounce of her bosom as she rode. It all added up to a bulge in his trousers that was becoming more pronounced by the minute.
Belar tried to turn his attention from the priestess and refocus his attention on their journey. Thoughts of what they would do when they reached the forest's edge, how they would get into the Onekyh's cave, how they would find her sister, all flashed through his mind. Yet, it always came back to those bloody bouncing tits and worst of all, to the events of this morning. His quick glances slowly morphed into open stares. Even the priestess was not *that* oblivious to her surroundings.
"Yes?" she asked finally.
"Uh, nothing, I was just wondering, uh, how the leg was doing?" Belar asked, trying to cover his tracks.
"It's fine," Taria replied and shifted the leg around a bit as if to affirm the statement.
"Great," Belar replied and felt stupid when he failed to come up with anything else conversational.
Taria gave him a confused look, "Do you think we are getting close?"
"Aye," he replied, thankful for something to talk about, "See how the trees are thinning."
The priestess glanced around and nodded in understanding.
"If I am right, we should be getting close to a small lake. The forest's edge is only half an hour or so further."
As if on cue, they rounded a bend in the trail and spotted a lake in the clearing up ahead. Belar's chest swelled a bit.
"Wow..." Taria said with genuine surprise.
"That would be the lake," Belar bragged, acting as if he had expected it to be just around the corner all along.
"Uhm," Taria started hesitantly, "Do you... think we could stop for a moment?"
"Stop?"
"Yes, I wouldn't mind cleaning up a bit." Taria responded, somewhat abashed.
It was then that Belar became fully aware of just how bloody he was. His clothing was practically caked in both dire and bandit blood. Taria was not nearly as bad, but she had not escaped the carnage in the clearing unscathed. In reality, they looked pretty haggard, even if the priestess still somehow managed to shine through the muck.
"Good idea. I would not mind cleaning up a bit myself."
The look on Taria's face indicated that she had been planning on requesting he do just that. With that, the two travelers veered towards the lake, to do something Belar so often neglected—take a bath.
The realization hit him as Taria gracefully dismounted, the priestess was about to clean up... Did that mean she was going to disrobe? His prick immediately shot to attention and his vision fixated on the object of its desire. His devious mind also sprang into action.
"I, uh, don't think we should separate," Belar stated.
"What?" Taria responded in surprise.
"Well, this close to the forest's edge, and, uh, with the bandits..."
"Oh," Taria replied, her face darkening in thought, "I... guess that makes sense."
The priestess looked at the lake for a moment with indecision.
"Why don't you go there," she said finally, pointing to their left, "And I will go over here."
Belar nodded, "Just stay within sight. I don't want any surprises."
She nodded back, and the deep red that filled her cheeks was incredibly alluring. Belar turned towards the lake before she became aware of the noticeable bulge in his pants. When he neared the lake, he glanced in her direction and saw that she had also reached the lake's edge. He could not peel his eyes away as she pulled her tunic free. Somehow, even her bare back sent shivers through his body. He quickly shifted his gaze forward when she turned her head towards him. Amazingly, he removed his boots and blood-stained trousers before giving in to the overwhelming desire to turn back. When he did, he was rewarded with a glimpse of her naked breast as she waded into the lake. He knew then that he was going to have to take care of himself before they left the lake. He looked down at his prick, now pointing skyward. There was no way he could fight like this, and there would probably be more fighting on this journey.
Belar tugged his filthy tunic over his head and entered the lake himself. The water was cool, but even it could not diminish what looking at the priestess had started. Not a man to bathe often, he comically splashed a bit of water over himself in an attempt to clear the dried blood and dirt. All the while, his attention remained on anything but his own body. More than once, his glances were greeted by Taria also glancing in his direction. He would sheepishly turn back, a little embarrassed. That embarrassment would disappear quickly though, and the result left him sneaking another peek. After a series of glances, Belar resolved to focus on bathing and, to his credit, lasted a few minutes.
He was so focused on not peeking that he completely failed to hear Taria's approach. Her touch on his back startled him to the point that his trained reflexes kicked in and he swung around so powerfully that the priestess was sent staggering backwards. Her arms flailed against the water as she fell beneath the lake's surface. Her head reappeared a moment later and she started coughing up the ingested water.
"S—sorry," he stammered, not thinking about her nudity for the first time in quite a while.
The priestess waved her hand as if to say it was not his fault as she finished coughing. Belar began to take a step in her direction, but paused, unsure of the appropriate response. *Why did she come over here*, he silently asked himself.
"I, ahem, I'm sorry," she finally said between coughs, "I did not mean to startle you."
The realization that this woman had snuck up on him dawned on the seasoned hunter. It was his turn to blush. That blush deepened when the priestess finished her coughing fit and turned fully in his direction.
While everything was technically covered by the water, a good portion of her bosom was on display, and the rest was hinted at just below the water line. What the previous incident had done to diminish his rigid prick was immediately restored. Belar tried his best to look at her face, but failed miserably.
"I..." Taria began and slowly stepped towards him.
The action was so unexpected that Belar nearly retreated. Now he did look into her face, trying to unravel the puzzle. Her blushing, unsure expression did nothing to answer his questions. She closed to within an arm's length of his body and gently placed her hand on his bare chest. He shuddered under her touch.
"I... I want to..." she began again, "Thank you."
Belar stood there, fully confused. Her hand began to trace along one of the many scars that lined his chest.
"So many," she whispered, "Have you ever known peace?"
Belar did not respond, but he hated the moisture that returned to his eyes. This woman... what was she doing to him?
Her hand traced one of his deeper scars, earned during mercenary work protecting a rich merchant's caravan. The man who had given him the scar had ended up eerily similar to the bandits in the clearing. That memory came to a jarring conclusion as her hand left the scar and traversed downwards.
"I thought..." Taria whispered, "I thought I might... uhm, say thank you by doing... doing what we did earlier."
Belar shuddered when her hand reached his nearly bursting cock and her soft fingers wrapped around the flesh. It occurred to him that maybe the beast in the forest had killed them after all and now he was simply dreaming.
"I mean... only if, uhm, if you want to?" Taria finished, blushing profusely and sounding more unsure of herself by the minute.
That got his attention, "I would like that," he replied, instantly cursing the banality of his response.
Taria must not have felt the same because her hand slowly worked its way up his cock and then back down. After all of his daydreaming in the past half hour, the sensation felt heavenly. Her hand pumped his cock a few more times before traveling upwards to find his own hand. Belar allowed himself to be led from the lake and watched as her intoxicating body emerged from to water's surface. He was finally privy to the priestess in all her glory.
When they reached dry land, the priestess turned back towards him and Belar's breath caught. Her hand was still in his and she made no effort to cover herself. Every curve was on full display and for the first time in his life, Belar simply stared at a naked woman slack-jawed. Those sparkling blue eyes locked on his and she gave him the slightest smile. Belar's heart was now pounding harder than when his rage was in effect. He felt her hand slip from his and watched dumbfounded as she dropped to her knees before him. The scene was nothing like what had happened earlier that day.
Those soft hands found his manhood once more and he quivered under their touch. The emotions funneling through his body were all new and he did not understand their implications. He was simply left gawking at the beautiful woman kneeling before him. For the second time that day, those lovely lips wrapped around his cock and took him in. Taria needed no instruction this time as she sucked along the shaft and slowly traversed back to the tip. Belar was moaning audibly long before the first repetition was completed and grunted when the flesh disappeared into her mouth once more.
He was enthralled; her full lips gliding along his cock, the sway of her hair as her head bobbed back and forth, and the bounce of her naked breasts below it all. Powerful sensations wracked his body. He was not a man who courted women, nor was he a man whom he felt women desired. The only sex Belar had was sex he paid for, and not with the prostitutes men craved, but with the ones who had reached the point where they would accept his offer. So, to have a woman, especially this woman, choose to do this was riveting. Standing there, experiencing a level of passion that had always been absent from his previous encounters, Belar came to the realization that he wanted more.
"Errgh, st—stop," he grunted.
As his cock slipped from between those soft lips and the glorious sensation halted, Belar cursed his bloody emotions.
"Is... is something wrong?" Taria said, looking up at him and wiping saliva from her chin with the back of her hand.
The part of Belar that he knew, he understood, demanded that he push his cock back into her warm mouth and let this gorgeous woman finish what she started. Belar suppressed that part and instead took her hand, guiding the priestess back to her feet.
"I don't," he halted for a second, "I don't want it to just be about me."
Taria looked at him in obvious confusion, and it was Belar's turn to shock her by leaning down and kissing her. At first her lips remained rigid, but she did not pull away. After a moment, they began to respond in kind and he felt her hands slide around him. Everything was a haze. Somewhere along the way they found the ground. When their lips finally split, Belar was leaning over her prone body. Without a word, he kissed his way down her neck and nestled between her lovely breasts. He felt Taria shiver as his lips worked across each luscious mound and traced circles around her nipples. Belar smiled at the shudder he invoked when he finally flicked his tongue across the nipple's firm nub. He continued to play with her tits for a time, not entirely sure who was enjoying the experience more.
By the time Belar reluctantly shifted his attention from Taria's firm breasts, moans of pleasure were regularly escaping her lips. He continued his trek across her taut stomach and into her womanhood. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and her body welcomed his attention. Belar's tongue slid along her widening flower a few times before finding its way back to the sensitive tip.
"Oh, oh!" he heard her exclaim in response to his tongue finding her clit.
Belar slowly traced a path around nub with his tongue before teasing her a bit by flicking the tip of his tongue lightly back and forth across the surface. That earned him another exclamation and her hands found their way to the back of his head. Her fingers began to burrow into his hair and he felt the pressure from their grip pushing his head further between her legs. He decided he had teased her enough and began to fully swirl his tongue across her clit. The motion elicited a primal moan.
"Oh, oh, OH" he heard her gasp, "Yes, oh yes!"
Belar did not relent when her legs clamped against his head or he felt her shudders begin.
"YES, OH, OH, OH YES!" Taria practically screamed, giving into the sensations.
The hands on his head were no longer pressuring him into her womanhood, but were outright demanding it. He felt her shudders morph into full body convulsions and Taria's hips lifted from the ground to push herself against his tongue, demanding more. Belar was all too happy to oblige.
"OH, OH MY, AMUR BE BLESSED!" the priestess screamed with a lustful passion.
Her shudders slowed as her orgasm peaked and Belar felt her strong legs finally loosen their grip on his head. His gaze shifted upwards, past two mountains heaving erotically, and took in the look of complete satisfaction evident on her face. Taria seemed content at the moment to lay there, her eyes closed, breathing heavily, and allowing the residual tremors to course through her body. Belar found enjoyment in the glow that she exuded and lost himself in the moment.
When those crystal blue eyes reappeared, Belar awakened and without a word, began his slow trek back up her body. Sweat glistened on its surface, hinting at the intense pleasure a moment before. Quivering hands slid down to his cheeks and guided his face towards hers. The satisfaction was still evident in her features, but he also saw tears. Before Belar could even ask the question, Taria pulled his head towards her and kissed him deeply. All questions evaporated under that kiss and Belar unconsciously moved fully between her legs. His cock found its way to her womanhood, and they were still lost in the embrace as it slid into the inviting opening.
Belar did register the resistance he hit, but having only experienced tavern whores in the past, he was unaware of what it meant and pushed past. He heard the priestess gasp and broke from their kiss. A tear had escaped her left eye. Taria closed her eyes and guided his lips back to hers, an action he readily accepted. His cock was now fully within her and the sensation was beyond any he had known before. Her womanhood seemed reluctant to let go of him as he slowly pulled away, and then greedily devoured him when he plunged back inside. The flood of pleasure that jolted through his body sent him to new heights. It was his turn to moan.
Somewhere in the process, Taria's legs worked their way around his lower body and began to accentuate each thrust. Coherent thought disappeared and Belar was a slave to the pleasure. Each thrust was a gift. When Taria's soft hands left his head to scratch a path along his back, Belar shivered with excitement. This was so much more powerful than anything the tavern whores had done. No man could have lasted long and the surge started all too quickly. Belar finally broke free from those mesmerizing lips and grunted.
"UHHHH!" he gasped and pushed fully into her, releasing his seed in a series of vigorous spurts.
Belar remained in a carnal haze until the intense waves of pleasure slowed. When he opened his eyes, he found Taria staring back at him, looking exhausted, but smiling. They were still fully connected and Belar found immense comfort in the feeling.
"I—" he began, but Taria silenced him with a brief kiss.
"That was beautiful," she said, "Let's leave it at that."
Belar laughed and shook his head, "I don't understand women."
It was Taria's turn to laugh and it was music to his ears.
"Says the Onekyh, blood raging, whatever you are," Taria replied and Belar laughed even harder.
They were still laughing like fools as they disentangled themselves and lay beside one another, lost in the moment. Belar's mind unfortunately found its way back to reality and he realized that what he was feeling would not last. The sobering thought saddened him. He turned to see Taria staring at the sky, apparently having similar thoughts.
"Do you think she is dead?" Taria asked without looking at him.
"No," Belar answered.
"I don't... I don't know if I could bear her being dead..."
The tears returned and Belar watched a teardrop slid free and trickle down her cheek. He wanted to wipe it away, but remained motionless.
"I'm sorry," Taria said, finally turning to look at him. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."
The look of anguish on her face shattered what remained of the surreal experience.
"Don't be," Belar said without hesitation.
"But—"
Belar cut her off, "She will be at the cave and we will bring her back."
His tone of voice silenced her and she turned back to the sky. He watched as a resolute look returned to her face and remained silent when she started to rise. Even the gravity of the situation did not make him immune to the naked body moving beside him. He soaked in every bounce and sway with stark admiration. As she brushed the loose grass from her backside, she noticed his gaze.
"We need to get moving," she told him, hands on her hips and looking down at him.
"Can't blame a man for admiring the view," Belar replied with a wide grin.
The response elicited a blush and the look she gave him held more than a bit of the Taria he had grown accustomed to earlier. Belar decided not to press his luck and climbed back to his feet as well, his eyes never leaving her body as she made her way back to her clothes. At that moment, his mind was a mush of emotions that he did not understand. He was certain of one thing however; he would die for this woman. Her sister had better be alive and well or he would kill every Onekyh in that cave.
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Title: Revenge Can Wait by Ciriaxis Draconis
Tags: Anal, Coyote, Docking, Domination/Submission, M/M, M/M/M, Oral, Spooge, Threesome, Werewolf, Wolf
Revenge Can Wait Notes: Again, I'm too lazy to thoroughly edit this. Sorry if there are a lot of random mistakes. Hopefully it won't interrupt the reader's flow =D 3rd chapter to the series. Enjoy! ------------------------------------ Fires burned, singeing left and right. The sweltering heat from the flames blurred the cub's vision, desperately seeking his parents. The deafening roar of the lycan werewolf reverberated throughout the burning village; his shadow displaying his head high in the air with his arms outstretched, his mane blowing in the night wind. A coyote picked up the bewildered cub into her loving arms, whispering her firm, yet silky voice into his ear. "Stay away from the lycan werewolves! They're menaces. Don't worry little one, I will take you away to safety from their wrath" the coyote said. The cub didn't feel anger like he did before. Like he was supposed to. She was oblivious of the secret pact between the high members of their pack with the lycan werewolves. They weren't the enemies, the behemoth were. Suddenly, a beastly figure shadowed over the cub. He only stared at the enemy, his eyes enraged with absolute vehemence. The behemoth snarled at the cub before snatching the cub with his teeth violently. ---------------------------- Ta'hrekk rapidly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. Sweat trickled down his maroon face as he frantically turned his head in every direction to scan the surroundings. 'A nightmare,' Ta'hrekk thought, 'a strange one indeed'. It was a modified memory of the day his parents were slaughtered, except he had the knowledge that the lycan werewolves did not kill them; the behemoth did. 'I will surely revenge my parents.' He was on a familiar bed that fit oddly with the dark, mysterious cavern around him. Lanterns lined the rock walls with only a single dresser that stood near the doorway that led outside the room. The coyote tried to remember where he was and why, until he saw a splash of white liquid on the wall behind him, as well as crumpled sheets that looked soaked, laid on the floor beside him. The far left of the room were shackles that once held the maroon canine earlier. Ta'hrekk felt sore around his rump as tingling sensations traversing like electricity back and forth through his rectal walls. His memory flickered in. Both the snow wolf and the blue werewolf had sodomized him the night before; one filling him with his glory, the other soaking his fur with his brand of seed. Ta'hrekk groomed himself, still tasting the magnificent mix of all three of their liquids. He figured he fell asleep before washing himself. With Rjeyk and Kreivan were nowhere to be seen, Ta'hrekk got out of the bed, feeling a warm fluid trickle out of his hole that trickled heavily on the floor. 'Great,' he thought, 'I really have to wash myself now. Damn, that werewolf really fucked himself dry, filling me to the brim'. The coyote slowly peeked out of the room, only wearing string around his waist with a tawny-furred cloth that wrapped around his underside. 'Kreivan probably did that while I was sleeping.' The living room was even stranger than the bedroom. It didn't seem to suit the lifestyle of a typical werewolf. Lanterns surrounded the circular room with an unusual type of writing painted on the wall. The center of the room laid a large Persian rug with its symmetrical collage of flowers and symbols sewn meticulously together. Leather couches surrounded the centerpiece with a marble fireplace at one side. A medieval type kitchen was openly to Ta'hrekk's left with a stove, cupboards, and a fridge. The room had a horrible décor as the themes clashed heterogeneously together. The coyote looked at a picture on the fridge: a human family. 'No wonder. It seems Kreivan has done some professional stealing.' Ta'hrekk was parched. He walked to the kitchen looking for something warm to drink in the chilly room. During his scouting adventures, Ta'hrekk often watched the interesting humans use their technology in daily life. The tools they used were fascinating, yet life would still be possible without them, which was why most anthropomorphs stuck to a traditional way of living. Rummaging through the covers, the thirsty coyote found a hot water bath used in scientific experiments. 'This werewolf is odder than I imagined,' Ta'hrekk chuckled to himself as he opened the bath to reveal several cups of liquid kept warm by the water. He opened the fridge to pour himself a glass of cow's milk before placing it in the bath to warm it up. 'If Kreivan really likes human technology, I wonder why he doesn't have a microwave,' Ta'hrekk wondered as he saw a magazine in front of him on the counter. It had the title Playboy printed large on the cover. Heh, that explains how Kreivan gets his mass loads of stored semen from. Ta'hrekk chuckled as he turned the pages of the magazine, learning much about the human female anatomy. He mindlessly grabbed a warm flask out of the water bath boiling beside him and swigged its contents while staring sheepishly at the images. It tasted sweet and viscous, warming Ta'hrekk's insides. 'Oh shit.' He had picked up the wrong flask. He had just swallowed a nice cup of werewolf cum. The effects of the natural aphrodisiac struck Ta'hrekk hard, his eyes dilating and his mouth salivating. Suddenly wanting more, the coyote chugged another glass of the thick, white substance, licking his lips greedily. 'Control yourself. Don't get aroused again'. His hopes were miserably shattered. "Hey Ta'hrekk, you know where the towels are? I just took a shower and Kreivan seemed to have misplaced them. He's out looking for herbal medicine for our journey by the way. I've decided. I'm going with you to whoop those son-of-a-bitch behemoth. Revenge is a dish best shared cold" the snow-white wolf winked as he continued to drip water all over the floor, "after Kreivan comes back, we'll set off. I know Ciriansis pretty well, so I'll help you find their hideout. Eh? What's wrong?" The coyote hung his mouth agape, his tongue panting out of his mouth. He was looking directly at Rjeyk's crotch which hung tightly wrapped in a jaguar-furred loincloth. The wolf stood in front of the door to the bathing room, his white fur soaked head to toe with water. He did not have his usually headdress on or his necklaces, though the black markings on his chest, face, arms, and legs glistened from his muscular body in the candlelight. Rjeyk noticed white liquid lined around Ta'hrekk's maw. 'Oh shit.' The maroon coyote hurled himself towards the Rjeyk, as the wolf frantically dashed forward to retrieve his staff with hopes of freezing the horny Ta'hrekk. Instead, he was tackled hard onto the carpet, a menacing looking coyote firmly pinning down the helpless wolf. Rjeyk struggled to writhe himself out of Ta'hrekk's grip before noticing a flask held tightly by his dominator. Rjeyk froze. "Ta'hrekk...put that down." He begged. The coyote began grinding his bulge against Rjeyk's, awarded with small moans from the wolf. While Rjeyk's mouth was open, Ta'hrekk quickly shoved the mouth of the flask into the wolf's muzzle, pouring its thick contents. Rjeyk refused to swallow. Ta'hrekk then slid his bulging loincloth sharply up Rjeyk's, forcing a gasp from the wolf. Rjeyk began choking as the werewolf seed slid uncomfortably down his throat. Ta'hrekk rubbed down Rjeyk's throat, soothing the white wolf as he began to obediently drink the thick liquid. Ta'hrekk impatiently ripped both loincloths off of both of them as Rjeyk's deep, blue eyes began to lighten its shade and dilate. The coyote thrust his sheath, grinding it along with Rjeyk's. The repeated motions quickly made their cocks emerge from its hiding, erect and already dribbling with pre. "Let's try something different." Ta'hrekk panted, stroking Rjeyk's cock slowly beneath him. The wolf only growled seductively in agreement. Ta'hrekk grabbed his own member, guiding its tip around Rjeyk's sheath end, smearing pre around it. He then slowly pushed forward into the wolf's furry sheath. Rjeyk moaned as his sheath stretched to accommodate the thickness of the coyote above him. Ta'hrekk carefully guided Rjeyk's wolfmeat into his sheath, its tip spewing pre around the base of his cock. Ta'hrekk shoved his pelvis forward, deepening both shafts within each other's sheaths. He rocked back and forth, feeling his malehood slide tightly with Rjeyk's length, the tight sheath wrapping hungrily around his cock. Rjeyk moaned in pleasure as he continuously felt the swollen tip touch the base of his penis, then sliding itself up along his shaft. Ta'hrekk closed his eyes tightly while he fucked the wolf's sheath underneath him, watching both cocks disappear and reappear, in and out of each other's sheaths. The grinding and the tightness of Rjeyk's sheath was too much for Ta'hrekk, giving one last growl of pleasure before releasing warm, thick coyote cum into Rjeyk's sheath. With each repeated shot of the syrupy seed, more of it displaced out of Rjeyk and onto the outside and his furry balls. The warmth around Rjeyk's base encouraged the wolf to thrust himself upwards, deep into Ta'hrekk's sheath before the pleasure erupted in his loins. Long streams of wolf cum erupted from Rjeyk's cock deep into his mate. Gravity forced the fluid to dribble down both cocks, covering more of Rjeyk's testicles with semen. Both canines panted a bit, before Ta'hrekk lifted himself further up Rjeyk, straddling his knees on both sides of the wolf's waist. He reached back and wrapped his paw around the wet member behind him, teasing stroking it up and down. "Ready for round two?" Ta'hrekk asked. Rjeyk nodded as he held Ta'hrekk by the waist, guiding him over his erect wolfhood. The coyote lovingly slid his paw up and down his mate's muscular chest as he continued to lower himself until he felt the tip touch his ass. Ta'hrekk smiled before lowering himself further, the shaft penetrating his insides. Rjeyk moaned as his cock was slowly disappearing within Ta'hrekk, his walls gripping his throbbing meat as it found its way deeper and deeper until his knot touched his lover's ass. Ta'hrekk wagged his tail high in pleasure and began lifting himself up and down on top of Rjeyk, tightening then loosing his sphincters repeatedly as the thick rod pumped in and out of his ass. With his hands tightly gripping Ta'hrekk 's hips, Rjeyk guided his furry friend up and down his wolfmeat, the tightening walls sent waves of pleasure down his pole. "Ride me Ta'hrekk. Ride me hard!" the wolf begged. Ta'hrekk obeyed and quickened his pace up and down the cock below him. The paws around his waist guided his movements rhythmically while he began masturbating furiously with his right paw in sync with his oscillating motion. His ass collided with Rjeyk's balls hard, echoing loud, slapping noises that incessantly filled the air. Ta'hrekk rode Rjeyk hard like a tailraising slut. He gripped the shaft within him firmly as he moved faster and faster up and down while stroking his own. The feeling of wildly riding thick wolf cock sent Ta'hrekk over the edge, ejaculating another round of his warm seed directly on to Rjeyk's face, then trickled down onto the wolf's furry chest. Ta'hrekk collapsed forward, his arms weakly trying to hold himself up. Rjeyk simply licked his muzzle followed with a deep kiss. "I'll finish myself for you." He whispered. Rjeyk's paws slid down the coyote's body, then around to his ass. Pulling his cheeks wide, he thrust his pelvis upward, his cock digging itself deep into Ta'hrekk's anus. The rectal walls tightened in surprise as Rjeyk struggled to pull out of Ta'hrekk's ass, then thrust upward again, his cock quickly burrowing itself into the panting coyote. Rjeyk quickly accelerated his pelvic thrusts, feeling his thick meat enveloped tightly by the warms walls around it. In and out, in and out. The thick shaft penetrating the hole between the spread ass cheeks again and again, Rjeyk's balls slapping wildly upon contact with Ta'hrekk's ass. The coyote rocked back and forth contrary to the wolf's thrusts, sliding his anus over the throbbing shaft. Rjeyk finally felt his climax approach, which made him thrust his full penis all the way up Ta'hrekk's ass, then nearly all the way down with his head still within the anal sphincters. Panting heavily, the tight, smooth flesh around his malehood stimulated it to its peak as Rjeyks wildly fucked in and out of Ta'hrekk's ass. His cock then sloppily popped out, ejaculating streams of wolf cum up onto Ta'hrekk's back, some falling directly down onto his thickness. Ta'hrekk grabbed the twitching shaft behind him, guiding it to his hole before more shots of wolf seed splattered on the coyote's inner walls. Ta'hrekk felt the familiar warm feeling of semen leaking out of his ass, coating the wolf's red meat with his own seed. Just then, a blue werewolf appeared at the doorway, his muscular body stood tall accompanied by the shagginess of his black mane. He was content with his tail wagging, holding the necessary plants to produce medicine for Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk to use if an emergency rises during their journey. Kreivan suddenly frowned at the sight ahead of him in the middle of the room. The two were licking each other's muzzle affectionately, their bodies touched. White droplets soaked the expensive (but stolen) carpet, above it leaked Ta'hrekk's ass with Rjeyk's penis still inside. Emptied flasks lay around the couple. 'Oh shit.' Both of them looked directly at Kreivan with their brightened, dilated eyes. Ta'hrekk quickly moved off of Rjeyk on all fours, his now unplugged ass leaking more semen. Rjeyk turned around and went on all fours as well, following Ta'hrekk as both of them crawled savagely towards the stunned werewolf, growling seductively. 'Such a powerful recovering medicine gone to arouse two young canines. My seed isn't just an aphrodisiac...it's like Viagra...' Kreivan thought as he backed slowly away from the horny beats. Ta'hrekk's nimbleness surprised the werewolf as he tackled him down onto his front, biting his neck with his fangs. Kreivan roared in pain before turning his head around to see Rjeyk pulling out chains and shackles, his fur still slightly wet from his shower. 'He can't find towels, yet he found my chains.' Rjeyk chained the pinned werewolf around the ankles, wrist, tail and neck, attaching most of them to the wall. He managed to tie the shackle around his tail to the top of the fridge, lifting it up high to expose the werewolf's fine hole. "You two will regret doing this to me." Kreivan threatened. Rjeyk laughed. "We know, but for now, we're gonna enjoy ourselves upon you. You'll get us later, but now you are our slave." He knelt in front of Kreivan's face, guiding his erect member to lightly slap it tauntingly. Kreivan helplessly sniffed the wolf cock in front of him; the musk uncontrollably aroused his own member from hiding hanging erect underneath him. He felt a warm paw wrap itself firmly around it, the stroking pace already hastened. "Be gentle on him Ta'hrekk. He hasn't had anything up his ass, yet." Rjeyk winked. He was right. Kreivan usually did the mounting, whether on a male or female. 'Oh I will get them back for this,' he thought to himself before feeling the warm shaft tip circling his ass before plunging himself deep. Kreivan roared loudly as the thick shaft began to slide in and out of him, lubricated only by its owner's seminal lubricant. "Silence him." Ta'hrekk growled dominately. Rjeyk thrust forward, his meat inserting itself deep into Kreivan's maw, the whole length surrounded by his salivating mouth. His roar was almost completely muffled, choking slightly as Ta'hrekk rested his left paw on his tailbone, pushing it back to guide the werewolf's body back and forth. The other paw continued to heat up Kreivan's cock under him, stroking the length feverishly and expertly. "Let's play a game," Rjeyk said as his cock rested in the warmth of the werewolf's mouth. Ta'hrekk looked up, but he continued to pound Kreivan's ass from behind. "If you don't make me cum in your mouth and swallow all of it without wasting a drop before cumming yourself, we'll you'll have to start over with us switching places. If you win, it's over. Ta'hrekk smiled. Just the sound of the game excited him. He now focused his energy in rubbing the throbbing black shaft under him, using his entire repertoire masturbation techniques one after the other to pleasure the werewolf to a quick climax. The coyote still fucked Kreivan wildly, the satisfying feeling of his tightly-wrapped cock pushing in and out of the werewolf's ass as his balls slapped against the smooth, large pair belonging to the dominated werewolf. Kreivan muttered groans of pain and pleasure. As his virgin tailhole was invaded by the coyote behind him, the expert paw used its main digits to rub the top of his malehood, the thumb concentrating its pressure on the pre-spewing tip. Kreivan resisted the ultimate pleasure gathering in his loins and savagely mouth the whole, throbbing cock in front of him. Rjeyk moaned as he looked down to watch his wolfmeat taken whole by the beast below him. Kreivan bobbed his head back and forth quickly, trying to climax the white wolf before his own. He tightened his lips around the pre-covered tip, milking it like a cub before sliding his head back down the shaft and up again, his lips touching the white cock fur and balls. Rjyek petted Kreivan's mane lovingly, guiding his head back and forth over his swelling member. The wolf's penis occasionally popped out of his mouth, dripping with saliva. Kreivan frantically tried to wrap his tongue around the tip to draw it back into his mouth, but his attempts only led his to lap the underside of Rjeyk's cock. Rjeyk smiled and shifted his knees forward to help the poor werewolf. He began thrusting contrary to Kreivan's bobbing motions with his head, his shaft sliding in and out of his mouth. Ta'hrekk continued to feel the hot rectal walls around his cock slide vigorously on his shaft as he pumped back and forth, almost pulling the shaft fully out of Kreivan's ass before slamming the whole thing back into its warm home. The coyote now used his wrist to twist his paw around Kreivan's black shaft, before focusing his index digit and thumb to gently squeeze the tip, using the other digits to rub the rest of his length. Being disadvantaged for not cumming yet, Kreivan moaned with his mouth full of wolf meat before exploding ropes of his hot seed onto the ground, splattering droplets messily around the main pool. He released his grip around the cock in his mouth slightly to gasp in pleasure, before it was quickly occupied again when Rjeyk shoved it back into the warm orifice. Ta'hrekk howled as the Kreivan's tight anus convulsed because of his pleasure, sending ripples of contractions along his invading cock. The rectal walls vibrated perfectly around the thick meat, as Ta'hrekk drove his cock one final time, hard into Kreivan. The werewolf felt jets of the viscous, hot liquid spurting violently inside him, filling his rectum slowly with coyote seed. Ta'hrekk held his position deep within Kreivan, salvaging the aftermath of his orgasm before pulling his cock out with a loud slurp, spilling semen all over the floor. Rjeyk pulled out as well, saliva and pre glistened from his dick. "1 point for us. Time to switch!" The canines traded positions: Ta'hrekk's cock hung semi-erect in front of Kreivan's mouth, while Rjeyk's was still hard as he rimmed its tip around the werewolf's ass. He inserted the first few inches in, the shaft easily sliding along the cum-lubed walls of Kreivan's ass. The feeling of the used tailhole further aroused the white wolf, feeling Ta'hrekk's warm cum still coated within. After inserting his whole length into Kreivan's hole, their balls touched as Rjeyk wrapped his paw around the black shaft below and rubbed it robustly back and forth the entire length. Meanwhile, All Kreivan could do was to lap the cum-coated cock in front of him, as Ta'hrekk teasingly kept some distance between them to make the werewolf panic. "Tell me you want it bad, like a horny slut you are." The coyote growled. Kreivan begged. He had to end this now. "I want to milk you master. Please give me your milk so I can hungrily drink it." Ta'hrekk grinned and moved closer as he looked down to see the werewolf mouth his whole malehood, swirling the semi-erect meat around his mouth trying to award a throbbing erection. Successful, Kreivan suckled the length like a cub, shifting his head back and forth, up and down along Ta'hrekk's shaft. "I'll help you this round." Ta'hrekk snickered. Holding his paws firmly around the werewolf's thick mane, the coyote began to quickly hump the oral orifice of his slave, the lips tightening in hunger as his cock slipped in and out of Kreivan's mouth. He began to match his rhythm with Rjeyk's thrusting, drugging the coyote in ecstasy as he felt the tight, wet maw hungrily accepting his length with his tongue lapping his cock slit. Being near-climaxed after being sucked, Rjeyk quickly reached his orgasm from slamming Kreivan's ass hard. His howl ricocheted off the cavern walls as his furry testicles slapped one last time against Kreivan's before tightening up. Rjeyk's hot cum flowed through his penis before spilling out into the werewolf's ass, the muscle pumping his seed deep, mixing the brands of semen together along Kreivan's anal walls. Under the bliss of pleasure, Rjeyk slowed slightly on Kreivan's shaft, giving him catch up time to make Ta'hrekk cum. "Mmmm...this werewolf is tight!" Rjeyk laughed as he quickened his pace again around Kreivan's cock. In panic, the werewolf tried to resist the already-building pleasure in his loins. He puckered his lips while the throbbing shaft thrust into his mouth automatically and willingly, back and forth. After a few minutes, both canines moaned in harmony; their cocks began to twitch, surging waves of pleasure along the shaft. Ta'hrekk came first, exploding the remains of his depleted nutsack into Kreivan's mouth. This is my chance, he thought, but he was wrong. The flow of cum into his mouth was much faster than the flow of cum down his throat. As a result, a rivulet of semen drizzled out of Kreivan's mouth from overflow. He licked his lips quickly, trying to cover it up, but Rjeyk had already seen it. "Guess you don't want to finish, eh Kreivan?" Rjeyk teased as he successfully jacked Kreivan off with more precious werewolf seed filling the pool below them. The game continued on for hours and hours of sucking, fucking, hand jobs, and domination as Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk constantly switched places. Kreivan continued to cum much to fast as expert paws rubbed his loins. He also couldn't take the full load of ejaculation, leading to wasted droplets of white liquid that flowed out of his mouth. Finally, Kreivan found luck. His suckling mouth milked all of Ta'hrekk's coyote seed down his throat, leaving nothing left over. Panting, Ta'hrekk sat down tiredly before licking his sensitive member back into his sheath. Right after, Rjeyk felt his member twitch, as well as the one below him with his paw wrapped around it. Both of them groaned with pleasure in unison, firing their last of their seed from their depleted testicles. Rjeyk fell backward panting heavily as he watched Kreivan's cock drizzling his cum onto the ground. "L...looked like you finally won this round Kreivan." Rjeyk said, licking his member back into its sheathed home as well. Kreivan growled. "Beware. Dominating me is never a good idea. You two will suffer tomorrow." Both Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk laughed. "Sure, you go do that. But for now, how does it feel to be emasculated and submissive to our demands?" Ta'hrekk smirked. Kreivan only grunted as both of them fell asleep silently around him. He began to gnaw on the chains; his teeth were sharp enough to cut metal. 'Once they wake up, I will be on control of them. No one does that to me in my home.' He smiled. Both Ta'hrekk and Rjeyk snoring, Kreivan continued to gnaw the metal, planning how he's going to sodomize the pair tomorrow.
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Desolation: The Violator
Stephanie sighed happily and unzipped her mandated jumpsuit, primarily blue with some yellow detailing and the large numeral '1691' on the back. As usual instead of performing her mechanical maintenance duties she'd slipped into a hidden alcove within the massive machinery that kept the vault working for the thousand or so of the vault's inhabitants.
She wasn't quite sure what the room was supposed to have been for, likely spare parts storage or something of the like. The metal door blended in with the surrounding machinery quite well and it was difficult to see until you were just about right on top of it in an essentially disused corner where one would only go to check that the water pipes were still intact.
She'd made it out to be her own little hidey hole, stealing furnishings from the massive storage bunker. The place was heavily locked down, from the outside, but she'd found a way in her cruelly assigned task of checking the pipes that were used for both the transport of water and the heating of the underground complex.
The original forty person population some hundred years before had quickly blossomed. Stephanie had seen the documents detailing some experimentation that had been going on with the vault's population, being the current Overseer's granddaughter and all.
Rather interesting stuff, of how there were certain additives in the water that had altered the genetics of the original population. The 3:1 ratio of women to men would be maintained, triplets were the norm, and apparently the human form had been altered somewhat to compensate.
It all seemed normal to Stephanie, she couldn't imagine what women would look like with only two breasts, nor could she imagine how unorganized and inefficient reproduction would be. Though none of the other vault dwellers knew, aside from the Overseer and his family, Stephanie thought that they would likely handle it quite well.
Ovulation and the like were suppressed on nearly all the women in the vault of prime child-bearing age. There were complex processes that the computer looked over before deciding which of them would be selected and the food and drink dispensers altered whenever they used them to distribute differing compounds.
The chosen one would start to slip into an extremely lustful state over a span of several days, then a week where she would be easily receptive to any offer of intercourse and be able to conceive. Then several days of cool down back to normal, and nine months of pregnancy.
The medical literature had been altered to reflect this as the normal state of things for human beings, though the Overseer's computer still held the original files. It had allowed Stephanie to realize just how inefficient and silly human reproduction had been outside of the vaults. Going out and trying to find just one man to spend the rest of your life with, having to work hard to prevent pregnancy if you just wanted a little intimate cuddling, and the potential of having pregnancy after pregnancy after pregnancy.
Though a few individuals were selected multiple times, most women in the vault would only have children once, occasionally twice. All the children were typically cared for by a cadre of citizens who enjoyed that sort of thing. Stephanie wasn't particularly interested in caring for a smelly, screaming bundle of joy, but she rather looked forward to experiencing the three week long period of heightened sexual need and the resulting nine months of increased sexual pleasure.
Stephanie lay back on the plush sofa that she'd stolen from storage. It had been freed from its vacuum-sealed plastic cover sometime in the past and used, but was stuffed back in, likely because of the rather hideous fabric pattern. Not much of a problem, as she'd tossed a bed sheet over the thing anyway.
With the majority of the population in their teens and above, and the vault being relatively low maintenance, there weren't too many tasks that needed to be done. Stephanie had taken the mechanical inspection job mainly because it allowed her to go into places no one else could, as well as being assigned one of the vault's portable computers.
The device was one of the older models, about the size of a paperback book, but a fraction of the thickness. Shades of lime green and gray were all that it displayed, but that was good enough for text, images, or audio. Vault 1691 lacked the video entertainment libraries that other vaults had, but while their connection to the vault monitoring network still functioned, her vault was among the top five percent according to the standardized tests.
Communication between vaults had always been limited, nearly always Overseer to Overseer. The first Overseer had concentrated upon her children, the second cared little for anything beyond the vault, never having seen the outside of it, the third had fixated upon the mining equipment at the bottom of the vault and had supervised expansion deeper into the earth.
The digging might have ruined something and the network connection was not worth repairing, or the network itself had failed. So the fourth Overseer, Stephanie's father, had never had the opportunity to use it.
Stephanie saw little point to it; it was merely words upon a screen. You couldn't touch words, couldn't hold them, or make love to them.
From the standards of the old world, Vault 1691's society would likely be called a lecherous pit of sin and sodomy. The original forty had been free of sexually transmitted diseases, and the computer-controlled fertility program assured that there would only be social consequences for the lovemaking of vault dwellers.
While the files didn't detail each and every genetic change that had gone into the population of Vault 1691, Stephanie was rather sure that increased libido had been one of them. The computer charted information on each child born within the vault. Her father likely didn't know that. Stephanie herself wasn't supposed to know that.
The Overseer and all his or her children could access the primary computer and the files within. After all, the position was a hereditary one. Each generation would have to be trained to manage the day-to-day, month-to-month, and year-to-year operations of the Vault, and no one could predict which of the children would have the best knack for it.
Stephanie knew she would not be the next Overseer; she didn't want the responsibility that came with the position. But she craved the power it came with, the secret knowledge. It was why she had abused every position she'd held within the vault.
She'd patched a data line into the main computer, running it to the air vent beneath her bunk, where she could browse the system's data to her heart's content without her father peering over her shoulder every few minutes to see what she was doing. The genetic research database had been hidden deep within the system using her great-great grandmother's passwords, which had taken some doing to figure out. The computer also controlled the security cameras, and thus with a few hours of squinting, Stephanie had managed to acquire the proper codes.
She loved knowing things that others did not, she adored having secret knowledge. The breeding program had resulted in two genetic lines crossing that were very strong for two particular traits, referred to only by numbers. Stephanie still hadn't found the corresponding codes, but in time she'd discover them. She wanted to know very much the three areas that the computer ranked her the highest in amongst every single person who had ever lived within the vault.
She was special, she was unique, and in time she would discover what destiny lay in store for her.
She'd started caressing herself several minutes before, one hand upon one of her perfect, plentiful breasts, the other buried within in panties, stroking her netherlips.
This was how Stephanie spent most of her time, her body filled with overwhelming lust. Sneaking made her horny, scheming made her horny, manipulation, hiding, lying, stealing things, breaking rules, it all made her horny. She was a subterfuge slut, and more than likely that was what the computer had coaxed into being when her mother had gone into an unprecedented spell of heat. There had been no warm up period, she'd gone from perfectly normal to growling and virtually tearing off the Overseer's jumpsuit in order to get to her partner's cock. She'd seen the security videos of her conception; she was the only one of her 'litter' to be sired by the Overseer, after all, and the two never had another coupling.
Her gaze darted to the screen of the portable computer, images displayed in sequence as lime upon black, images she'd saved as her particular favorites from a computer directory that had been password protected and encrypted. Files that were considered "potentially significant for the development of abnormal deviant sexuality," according to the old government.
The strange things she saw, monstrous, terrible, frightening, and yet so delicious, so sensual, so erotic. They were the reason she'd set up the covert data link in the first place. The constant presence of her father while she operated the computer made it impossible for her to masturbate while looking at the dark, majestic, demonic beauty that she'd discovered buried within the vault's files.
She licked her lips and arched her back, thrusting against her probing fingers. Just two more weeks, two more weeks of sexual servitude to her older half-sister and she'd consider what Stephanie wanted to be bought and paid for.
Cassandra had discovered something within the computer's files as well, and had managed to gather the proper tools for the process. A method of permanent marking, placing ink beneath the skin where it would remain; Stephanie couldn't wait until the dark spiky wings she imagined in her mind truly spread across the flesh of her back for real.
A pale imitation of the real thing that she craved, not merely inked horn and wings, nails painted black and filed to points for claws. The images of strange she-demons and the intriguing things they did turned Stephanie on more than anything. It had gotten to the point where she could cum just by seeing an image. Not merely her favorite image of a succubus, but the emblem tattooed upon her forehead, like a third eye placed in the vertical with eight curving tendrils oozing forth from its inner darkness.
As she brought the symbol to mind, it appeared upon the computer screen, as if by magic. She'd never drawn it, nor had she ever seen a rendition of the symbol in the data library, let alone added it to her computer pad. But there it was in its full glory, all curves and points. Eight lines, eight legs like a spider, legs wrapping around her body, caressing her, wrapping her soul in silken threads of darkness, lowering its abdomen, drawing closer and closer, a thin trail of fluid dripping from the end as it hovered closer and closer to her netherlips.
She'd never noticed it before, the lines around the central eye forming into a pattern that she had thought to be a representation of a twinkling star, but it did make the emblem look like something insectoid. With the head at the bottom where the three points formed and equilateral triangle, the forth extending far, like a dragonfly's tail. A tail that would bend around, the tip parting, something round and glistening slipping forth from it into her. Something wicked, something evil, something...
Something that made Stephanie cum harder than she'd ever had in her life.
It made her entire body tense and go rigid, her back arching almost painfully as she pushed up off the couch with her feet, cramming her fingers as deep into her sex as she could, the thick, hot juices of climax pouring from her in a virtual torrent.
In the mind-numbing surge of pleasure, there was a brief feeling of pain, and Stephanie swore she could almost hear a sizzling sound accompanying the momentary pain upon her forehead.
It seemed an eternity before she could regain control of her body, though she could do little more than pant, laying limb upon the sofa as she recovered from the exertion of the greatest sex she'd ever experienced.
She blinked her eyes and then noticed that the action felt funny, like it was pulling on a scab or a scar or something.
Stephanie stood, puzzled, and walked shakily to the mirror in the corner, a small one that she'd also stolen from storage. After all she didn't want to look too askance when she emerged from her hideaway.
She didn't have time to view the entire alteration before her knees gave out on her, an incredible climax washing over her body. There had been a marking upon her face, centered on her forehead, but extending up into her hair and down onto the bridge of her nose.
The sudden climax had been unexpected, but it hadn't been quite as strong as the one she'd felt a moment before. Stephanie pushed herself up, looking in the mirror, trying to fixate upon the black design that had mysteriously appeared.
And once more she dropped to her knees as pleasure overwhelmed her. She'd gotten a better look this time, but she couldn't be sure. She had to look, just one more time.
She stood; eyes closed, and lifted the mirror off its hook and walked back to the couch, taking a seat upon it before she opened her eyes again. A third sudden, violent, powerful climax rocked her body, and then a forth, and a fifth, and a sixth.
She fixed her gaze upon the mirror, resisting the urge to close them in climactic bliss, able to finally get a good look at exactly what had appeared on her forehead. It was as she'd thought, the very symbol that had been her obsession that did indeed drive her to climax on the spot. But it had never been like this.
She slipped her hand into her panties and began to frantically masturbate, her touch adding to the pleasure she felt when the rune forced her to cum. She locked her gaze upon the mirror, bringing herself to supreme ecstasy again and again and again. She didn't want to stop until her body could no longer take anymore.
She stared at the symbol, the beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful, magical symbol. At first it appeared like a tattoo, but as she admired it, as she climaxed more and more, it seemed to alter, the skin losing its texture, growing perfectly smooth and shiny.
When it seemed as if it were swelling, puffing outward, the skin beneath it swelling, Stephanie ceased her self-admiration, casting the mirror aside. Her jumpsuit was soaked, as if each climax had brought forth a new, fully stocked torrent of juices.
Her fingers pulled free from her sodden panties with a soft squelching sound, she began to lift her hand to her head to see if the swollen flesh was indeed real when she found another shock, her hand was coated in a strange sort of black slime. She looked down to find that the same substance saturated her jumpsuit, the black goo dripping from the legs as it was pulled down by gravity.
She stared at it in bafflement as it dripped down her arm, her skin stained a deep purple wherever it passed. Stephanie suddenly found herself sucking upon her fingers, finding the strange purple-black substance her body had expelled pleasant tasting. Before she could restrain herself, she'd licked her hand clean of the goo, though the deep purple stain upon her flesh remained. It seemed to have worked itself beneath her nails as well, turning them the deep black that Stephanie had always wanted them to be, but could never find the proper nail polish formula for.
A cold shudder ran through Stephanie's body, and the room suddenly felt... hostile, alien, unwelcoming. She felt her heartbeat begin to race and then she felt something brush against her back.
She stood and spun around; trying to find the source of the touch, but found nothing behind her. The touch returned, and there was more than one thing prodding her. She spun once more, and still saw nothing.
Frantic and fearful, she darted for the door, only to find herself suddenly restrained. She found herself lifted off the floor. Her gaze darted upward, where she found her assailants. They were like thick, black serpents, their color fading to purple near the tips. They were perfectly smooth, slick, and shiny. They opened their mouths and drooled a thick, black slime; the same slime that had coated Stephanie's hand and loins.
One curled around each of her wrists, pulling her arms back behind her head. What were the things? Had they been invisible before? Intangible? Were they the reason why Stephanie was always so horny? Hiding themselves away just out of her dimension, teasing her with their thick, slimy tongues, coaxing her to arousal, covering her body with their slime as they fed off of her pleasure. It made sense, it made so much sense.
Four of the creatures began to drool upon her breasts, licking and suckling upon Stephanie's four nipples. There were eight of them in total, and their lean, slimy, sinuous bodies all traced back in the same direction, somewhere behind Stephanie. Maybe it was one creature? Like some sort of demonic sex-octopus that clung to her back.
It seized the zipper of her jumpsuit with one tentacle-mouth and pulled it down further, giving it easy access to Stephanie's groin now that it was fully solid.
"No! Oh no!" she whispered, and then stopped talking as the remaining tentacle attempted to cram its tongue into her mouth. The tentacles seemed to be growing thicker as they toyed with Stephanie's breasts. She couldn't help but moan softly, they knew just how to caress her to drive her crazy.
The tentacle that had unzipped her pants was nuzzling up against her loins, which made Stephanie clench her legs tightly together. No way she wanted the thing inside of her. The thing stuck out its tongue and gave her a long, slow lick, running as much of the slimy length as it could over her clitoris.
It made her gasp, and this time she wasn't quick enough to prevent the last tentacle from entering her mouth. But it didn't, it merely thrust its tongue between Stephanie's lips, giving her a mouthful of the sweet tasting black slime. It wasn't really hurting her, nor was it being particularly forceful. The creature seemed almost playful in its touches.
The tentacles' lips were soft and smooth, feeling quite pleasant upon Stephanie's bare skin, and wonderful upon her own sensitive lips. The tentacle at her groin licked her again, a strange sensation filling Stephanie, an odd sensation of uncomfortable tightness mixed with arousal.
With each lick the strange tightness within her diminished, like a painful knot slowly and gently kneaded out of a stiff, aching muscle, except that in this case the muscle was somewhere in her groin. It felt odd, but good, and through Stephanie wanted nothing more than to escape the room, the atmosphere that she suddenly found foreboding a minute or two prior still remaining, if she was forced to remain trapped in the room by a tentacles, slimy-oozing creature, there were worse things she could experience than having her body kissed and licked.
She only wished her sisters were this skilled with their lips and tongues. Though lesbian relationships weren't exactly frowned upon, they were considered something for young women who were in the fires of their youth. If one's preferred male wasn't available, typically a girl would turn to her birth sisters, an identical twin or triplet if she had one, to aid her with her lust. Having only half-sisters, Stephanie didn't have a twin to turn to for her needs, but two of her big sisters were essentially the biggest sluts in the vault, so typically Stephanie went there where her own hands were not enough.
But if the creature stayed around, and it always made her feel this good, then Stephanie believed that she would have a new place to turn when she got horny. If it fed on sexual energy and arousal, after all, it would be more than eager to have a meal. That is if it didn't do anything weird or gross like try to lay eggs in her or something.
She relaxed, suckling upon one of the creature's tongues, somewhat enjoying her predicament at the moment. The tentacled mouths knew just how to kiss and lick her nipples to make them puff up and swell, making them even more sensitive. And the tongue lapping at her clit? If it made her feel this good through her panties, what would it be like upon her bare flesh.
The stubborn knot of tension within her loins continued to unravel, fading further and further with each wet, slimy slurp of the tongue over her nethers. After a minute or two, there was only the faintest hint of pressure, and it was a soft, slick sensation. The feeling of sensitive flesh moving over something familiar; like a fingertip pushing against wet cotton.
Stephanie turned her gaze downward, curious to what the sensation was, and she cried out in horror, her scream muffled by the tongue within her mouth. There was a quite noticeable tent in her panties, now stained black from the slime, one that grew with each lick that ran across it.
She watched, sickened, horrified, disgusted, yet curious at the sight of the potential cock between her legs. It felt good, no doubt about it, the creature's tongue over its length was a heavenly sensation unlike any she had ever felt before.
With each lick the obscene alteration grew, and grew, and grew. It was of such length as to begin to pull the waistband of her underwear from against her skin. The creature's tongue ceased lapping at it at that point, opening its lips wide and latching onto the cockhead, still with the barrier of Stephanie's panties between it and the still-swelling cock.
Stephanie wondered in this was what it felt like having your cock sucked. She could see why the guys craved it so badly. Her panties, tight to begin with, began to dig into her flesh, but rather than painful, the sensation seemed to enhance her pleasure as pressure was placed against her cunny and pucker.
She could see it now, see the slick, purple flesh of her cock. Her left hand twitched, trying to pull away from the tentacle holding it prisoner. She long to wrap it around her new shaft, to jerk it off like she'd seen a few guys do to her sister (who call it boo-ka-key, or something silly sounding). That was her first thought, her second was that she didn't want it in the first place, and the third was that she was rather disturbed at the order of the previous two. She couldn't see anything besides the color, the black slime that coated her cock, her panties, basically everything below her waist, made it impossible to see the shape of her new length, or if she had balls now.
Stephanie shoved those thoughts aside and began to struggle against the tentacles, biting down on the tongue within her mouth. It must've released some kind of venom, as suddenly Stephanie's mouth burned like she'd taken a bite of something laced with the hot pepper flakes that the food dispensers would produce on occasion if asked, often by mischievous children. But it worked, the tongue quickly withdrew and Stephanie turned her head, sinking her teeth into the tentacle holding her right hand hostage. She cried out as the pain was even more intense, but it was gone in an instant.
The tentacles holding her wrist had looped around a sturdy water pipe in the ceiling, holding her aloft that way, and one tentacle was not strong enough to do it. Stephanie fell, her legs underneath her to absorb the impact of falling three or four feet straight down. But the shock was too much for her already strained panties. They tore, freeing her cock, which promptly rammed itself right down the tentacle's throat.
That was too much for Stephanie to take, and the tentacle didn't like the sudden mass intrusion either, withdrawing, allowing Stephanie to catch sight of her erect organ or the first time as it climaxed.
It was strangely shaped, ovular with four round extensions growing off of it, like supports or something, two on top, two on the bottom. The four supports tapered off a few inches below the head, which widened at the sides and narrowed at the top, the purple length coming to a flattish point, like if you'd rounded the corners on your typical slotted screwdriver.
It tensed once more, and then erupted with a thick stream of ejaculate, the same think, black slime that poured from the tentacles. It spewed forth several feet from Stephanie, splattering onto the walls and floor.
She looked at it with wide eyed horror before she remembered what she was trying to do. She brought her hand down, parting the four tentacles from her nipples with audible pops. She turned her head, seeking to dislodge the creature that clung to her back, but found that it had somehow wormed its way beneath her jumpsuit.
A warm shiver went through Stephanie's body as she withdraw her arms from the suit's sleeves, the kissing tentacle forced itself back in her mouth, encircling her tongue, pulling on it forcibly, as if trying to suck it out of her head, but being far too underpowered to perform the task.
Stephanie tugged it away from where it blocked her view with her right hand and turned to get a good look at the beast that clung to her like some giant, slime-dripping tick. She wanted tear it from her back and throw it across the room where it would smash against the wall in a slimy, pulpy mess.
She turned her head, seeking to spy the body of the terrible thing that tormented her.
Only to find that there was nothing there.
The tentacles emerged, not from a central, rounded octopus-like body, but from the blackened, shiny skin of Stephanie's shoulder blades.
The tentacles were growing from her. The slime was being produced by her. The caressing, the fondling, the transformative licks that made her clit grow into a massive monstrous cock; all of it was caused by her own warped flesh.
She let out a whimper, and then suddenly her conscious mind was made aware of sensations felt upon the periphery of her thinking mind. She could feel the tentacles now, she could control them, move them around.
She had been horny, she had wanted to be stimulated in ways she had never felt before, she had always lamented her inability to caress her sex and all her breasts at once. She loved her sister's bondage games, loved being tied up and teased.
She had done it all to herself.
Stephanie shuddered and dropped to all fours and was violently sick. It was not breakfast, lunch, the soda she'd drunk on the way to her hideaway that came up, but rather the same thick, gooey, sweet-tasting black slime that seemed to pour from every opening; from her cunt, from her cock, from each of her eight tentacles and now from her own mouth.
Her tongue lolled from her mouth, having been expelled when she'd heaved up the slime. It now lay in the puddle that was spreading across the floor faster than the fluid ought to. It hung the foot and a half distance from her mouth with an extra six inches lying upon the floor. The tentacle hadn't sucked her tongue from her head, but it had done something to it, transforming it into an obscene parody of itself.
Stephanie was sick again, the black slime spreading over the floor at a rapid rate. She turned away from the puddle, closing her eyes, drawing her tongue back into her mouth with a long, obscene slurp. She curled her tentacles around herself, backing into a corner, facing it, her arms wrapped around her knees as she shook, terrified, frightened, not knowing the slightest of what was going on. Tears trickled down her face, and from their thick texture, she could tell that they too had become the black, revolting slime.
The room suddenly no longer felt sinister or alien, and as Stephanie turned to look, she could see why.
The floor, the couch, and most of the walls and ceiling had all been stained black. The goo that oozed from her had seemingly seeped into it, altered it just a bit. Stephanie stood and walked over to the couch. She ran her fingers over it, finding the plain cotton sheets had become slick and smooth, like latex.
She pulled at it, and as she expected the sheet did not come free of the couch. It had bonded to the couch, which was no longer foam and springs. It felt like pure foam as Stephanie sat down upon it, it was soft and provided hardly any resistance until it supported her full weight. It felt so snug and comforting, more natural than any seat upon which Stephanie had sat before. The smooth, slick, silken feel of what the fabric had become felt so natural and comforting against the bare skin of her back.
She looked down at her jump suit, which had also turned sleek and black. If she didn't prevent them from doing otherwise, her tentacles kept trying to go for her nipples. She tore off the remains of her panties and tossed them aside, zipping up her jumpsuit to prevent temptation.
It was a tighter fit than normal, far tighter. It clung to her like a second skin; it felt so soft and comforting against her bare skin. She leaned her head down and rubbed her cheek over the altered fabric at her breast, as if it were a security blanket.
It had altered to fit her perfectly, slits in the back allowing her tentacles to extend from them. She didn't want to think, didn't want to acknowledge the alterations that had been strangely thrust upon her, she didn't want to ponder where they had come from or what they meant.
She closed her eyes and snuggled up on the altered sofa. Her tentacles began to lick her softly, gently, with comforting, rather than lustful intentions. Stephanie felt like a cat grooming itself, she giggled and let out a purr that turned into a half-hysterical sob. She didn't want the tentacles licking her like that, but it felt so nice and comforting.
She sighed and scratched her face, only it didn't feel right. Her chin and lips felt strangely smooth, lines of smooth, rubber-like flesh lead up to her eyes, where it continued up onto the brand upon her head. Running her fingertips over it felt good, almost sexual. So Stephanie stopped it immediately and looked to the other oddity.
The skin of her left hand was no longer stained the dark purple that the slime had left. It had truly become dark purple, slick and shiny, her nails were in the process of altering themselves into small claws.
Her right hand was still perfectly normal, free of the slime's corrupting influence. The little finger on her left hand was smaller than that of her right, the other fingers slightly larger to compensate.
She was turning into something, metamorphosing into some sort of monster. The slime she leaked transformed her environment into something more suited for her monstrous self, the normal world feeling terribly frightening to her. The thought of walking out into the corridor just outside her hidey-hole made her whimper softly in fear. She needed to remain within her protective bubble, her cocoon, until she was ready to mature as some sort of hideous monster. She didn't want to be a monster, but she couldn't bring herself to get up from the couch and step into the corridor.
There wouldn't be anything they could do for her, this sort of thing wasn't present in any of the medical texts, and Stephanie had never even heard of anything similar to what was happening to her occur at any time in Vault 1691's history.
Even now, even with her face still recognizable, they'd probably shoot her. The security patrols had guns, after all, and though they hadn't ever fired them except on the range, odds are they wouldn't hesitate long to pump the black and purple, slime-spewing horror full of lead.
Not caring that her tears would slowly leech away the humanity from her face, Stephanie began to cry again. Her tentacles coiled around her torso, hugging her, caressing her, snuggling with her. She opened her mouth, accepting one of them inside of it. It engulfed her tongue, curling its own around hers.
She could feel both halves of the kiss, but her tentacles weren't entirely a part of her, they seemed to have primitive drives and instincts that acted upon her subconscious mind. They were so comforting, so right.
Even if Stephanie made it out, even if they could find a cure, she wouldn't want to get rid of her tentacles. They were so useful, so fun, they felt so good. They were what she had always wanted. They would make her job as a mechanic so much easier; they would aid her so very much in self pleasure, and...
Stephanie found herself smiling just a little bit. Her tentacles leaked their black slime as she wondered what it would feel like to use them to pleasure others. To slip one into her sister's snatch, to engulf their boyfriend's cock with one (Stephanie and her two birth sisters shared the same boyfriend, as was custom), and still having half a dozen more to pleasure them with.
Her smile vanished; there was no way she'd be able to leave the room like this, still mostly human. And even if she did, they most certainly wouldn't accept such a malformed creature into their bed. Especially not if the slime had the same effect on other people as it did on Stephanie's own flesh.
She tucked her right hand beneath herself, where no slime would be able to get to it. She cleared her mind and concentrated upon the pleasant sensations of the tentacles, focusing on the one within her mouth, suckling upon it like a baby upon a bottle as she drifted into a light doze, not truly sleep nor consciousness, thankfully.
For Stephanie did not want to dream.
-o-
She awoke several hours later feeling a bit better, calm and relaxed. She sat up and stretched, her body feeling different. She immediately looked to her right hand, hoping that she'd retained some of her humanity, but she found the same purple-black skin, claws, and four fingered state that she'd seen her left hand becoming.
Her skin was like black and purple latex from head to toe. Somehow the slime-soaked suit that she'd been wearing the night before had bonded to her skin. She ran her fingertips over her wrist, where flesh and fabric ought to have parted, but there was not even the slightest hint of it.
It had become her flesh, her soft, smooth, sleek, shiny flesh. She could feel her fingertips running over it, it made her gasp, made her moan. Her entire body felt so sensitive; the slightest touch, rub, or caress would easily get her aroused if a mere brush of the fingertips could feel so good.
Her gaze drifted to the left, from her hand to her rounded midsection. Her eyes widened at the sight. She looked several months pregnant, her belly fat and round, protruding past her breasts, which was quite a feat, as they seemed to have grown while she slept.
She felt strangely apathetic about her transformation for some reason. Now that it seemed to be over, she didn't feel frightened anymore, no longer any fear of the unknown. She looked around the room for the mirror and found it missing. Though there was a silver place on the otherwise black wall where it had hung before.
Stephanie walked over to it, or tried to. She sprawled head over heels as she took her first step. Thankfully the slime-warped room's floor was soft and pliable. It still felt a little uncomfortable, but the fall was not painful.
The latex creature looked down at her feet, curious as to the disconnect between her brain and her body. Her knees bent the wrong way, and she had... she wasn't sure what to call them. The main bulk of her foot had two hard, solid bits that looked halfway between a hoof and claws; she had one smaller claw on each side, and then a single large, spike-like claw on her heel. It made her look rather like she was wearing one of the articles of clothing the fabricator placed in the 'recreational, fetish' category.
Her gaze shifted once more, moving from her feet/hooves to a place between them. She blinked her eyes and rolled over, rump in the air. She shooed her tentacles out of the way, as they too seemed curious about the new addition, trying to get up close and 'see' it, despite their lack of eyes. After some concentration to get her tentacles to the side, Stephanie could see the new addition onto her body; a tail. It looked almost like just another one of her tentacles, save that it grew from the base of her spine and ended in a broad, spade shape rather than a mouth.
Stephanie smiled and reached up, running her fingers through her hair, finding what she had hoped to discover. They were small now, located just behind her temples, but they were still horns.
She licked her lips with her tongue, finding that her canine teeth had grown a little bit and were a touch pointier than before. Extending her tongue to its full length she saw that it had become smooth, shiny, purple, and forked. Rather than saliva, the black slime filled her mouth.
Stephanie had wanted this, not exactly this form, but she had wanted to be like the demons in the art and literature, powerful, beautiful, bestial, different from everyone else; unique.
She covered the sigil upon her forehead with one hand as she took to her feet once more, taking a few tentative steps and getting used to the way her body moved. It almost flowed; her movements smooth, graceful, fluid.
She gasped softly as she looked upon herself in the mirror; her skin a pure black save for where the light struck it, reflecting as purple rather than white. The same shade of purple colored her hair, her irises circles of lavender adrift in pitch black pools. There seemed to be a rule to her coloration, the more sensitive the flesh, the brighter a purple it became.
Her lips and tongue were the same shade, her nipples brighter, her cock and tentacles going from black at the base to brilliant neon purple at the tips, the spade of her tail, wider than her head, was colored the same as her lips.
She could feel her cock stirring between her legs as she admired her reflection. She brushed her hair over to cover the bright purple rune upon her forehead, admiring herself as her taloned fingers encircled her generous shaft.
She suddenly turned away from the mirror, shuddering. This was not how she ought to be behaving, she shouldn't be accepting her transformation, shouldn't be complacent with her altered form, and most definitely should not be jerking herself off to her own reflection.
She wasn't terribly monstrous, she looked... beautiful in an exotic, strange, sex-toy way. She didn't think anyone would be afraid of her. She no longer felt terror at the possibility of leaving her... Nest. She would just have to be careful and try not to get her slime on anybody.
She could get help, maybe have some of the process reversed. It couldn't possibly be anything brand new, totally unheard of before in the entire history of the world. The doctors would be able to help her.
Stephanie took a deep breath and went to the door, which despite its transformation into a kind of latex-like substance; it still opened the normal way, with a tug on the handle. A breeze seemed to blow past Stephanie, the room apparently over pressurized and the warm air rushing out to equalize it with the air outside.
The latex demoness felt the chilly air of the corridor wash over her naked body. She let out a little moan as she felt her nipples stiffen. She felt her mouth begin to fill with slime, her tentacles beginning to drip as well. Her cock, which had gone half flaccid, quickly returned to full erection, a soft ache had also begun to build within Stephanie's loins.
She stepped out into the hallway, feeling the odd fear and discomfort enter her. The metal corridor felt wrong to her, unnatural. It was all wrong; 'it shouldn't be like that' was what her body told her. But her mind could see that it was just the normal hallway filled with pipes that she went through every day.
She took a step forward, her tentacles stretching so that they touched a wall on either side. The touch helped ease her fear, she could feel the boundaries of the hall on two sides, and with two tentacles reaching up, and the spade of her tail brushing against the floor, she could feel it on two more.
The demoness closed her eyes and took a step forward, the uncomfortable chill of the vault made her shiver. No wonder everybody wore the jumpsuits without complaint, without one it was downright freezing in the mechanical areas.
Moving like that, slowly, eyes closed with each step, tentacles and tail reassuring her of her position, Stephanie moved to the area where the small corridor connected with a larger, wider hall.
She turned the corner, whimpering softly, reaching out with her hand and her tentacles, trying to touch the opposing wall, but it was several feet too far. She began to panic, to hyperventilate, her amethyst eyes darting all around, looking for somewhere to run, a small, cozy place to hide herself away in, a place where she be kept safe and secure from the cold, lifeless, frightening metal of what had once been her home.
Stephanie turned her head, looking behind her. Black slime oozed down and up the walls where she'd placed her tentacles, it spread across the floor where it had leaked from her two sexes. She would spread the black latex taint wherever she went, or where she dwelt for an extended period of time.
Her cock throbbed, almost painfully. It continuously oozed with the black goo, acting like precum. Stephanie wondered if the same black-purple stuff flowed through her veins, if she was nothing more than some sort of complex, self-aware delivery system for the darkness inside of her.
There was one sure fire way to find out. Stephanie gritted her teeth and clutched a pipe that she knew ran along most of the hallway, where it would turn 90 degrees and enter one of the rest rooms. She clenched her eyes shut and gripped the pipe, running as fast as her hooves would carry it.
Cold, dead, lifeless, hostile, alien, the oppressive feelings of the once mundane vault washed over her. Her body ached with each passing step, her muscles tensing in terror, the temptation to scream in terror and turn and flee back into her nest growing greater with each passing moment.
Just when Stephanie thought her heart would explode, the likely black latex muscle exploding from her chest, splattering the hallway in thick black slime, she felt the curve in the piping, and she turned, spinning to match it, slamming into the door at full speed with her shoulder, not caring about the pain that rocked through her as the simple push door flew on its hinges, slamming into the rubber-capped metal spring that served as a doorstop, making it thrum loudly with the impact as it shook.
Stephanie slammed the door shut behind her, twisting the lock closed. Her terror did not abate in the enclosed space. Cold porcelain, metal, tile, it all felt so wrong, so hideous, so unnatural to her.
She couldn't help it, she threw up again; once more a huge amount of slick, gooey blackness surging up from her belly, splattering all over the floor. With a second retch, she fully emptied the slime she had suckled from her tentacle while she had slept.
She was, as best she could tell, the exact same size that she had been as a human, but she was heavier. Her boobs were bigger for one, and she had nine new appendages, plus the slime that gushed forth from her at the slightest provocation; where did it all come from? She had produced enough to coat her nest. And why did she keep thinking of that room as her nest?
She crawled into the corner, watching the blackness spread over the floor of the room. It filled in the gaps between the tiles, sinking into porcelain and grout alike, creating a perfectly smooth surface.
Where it encountered something sticking up from the ground, it seemed to defy gravity, oozing upwards to coat the object in uniform blackness. Stephanie watched in fascination as it devoured the sink's drain pipe. It was almost like it was transforming the metal pipe into a living thing, a soft tube that served the exact same function.
Her twin sexes ached, demanding attention. But as the room altered, becoming an almost biological version of itself, Stephanie's need decreased. It was true; her entire existence seemed to be one of spreading the latex taint. Taking things slow and steady would mean she would spread the slime over the walls as she walked, altering them. Rushing into areas with no corruption would overwhelm her nerves, make her empty the store of slime in her gut, drive her to maddening arousal, forcing her to pleasure herself and erupt torrents of sticky blackness over her immediate area.
"I'm an infection." She whispered softly.
She batted one of her tentacles away from her cock, not wanting to add to the problem, not wanting to warp her real home to become twisted into a latex parody of itself through her actions.
Stephanie pulled herself up using one of the latexified sinks, the surface felt soft, but there was still some solidness to it beneath the surface. She twisted a round, spherical tap; the faucet undulated, as if it were using muscular contraction on top of water pressure to move the fluid within.
Thankfully what came out was the vaults cold, pure water, not the thick, vicious slime that seemed to have replaced everything within Stephanie's body. She cupped her hands and splashed the cold water on her face. While purely cold Vault water was rather chilly, against her latex skin it felt biting, painful.
She forced herself to gulp down several handfuls of water, and she felt her insides rebel at the chill, clenching up, tightening almost painfully. She doused herself with the ice cold water, banishing any traces of arousal from her loins and breasts, and sending her tentacles into a torpor.
The demoness splashed her face again, washing away her thick, slimy tears. She brushed her lavender hair back behind her elongated, pointy ears and raised her gaze from the sink to the altered mirror.
As with the one in her nest, the mirror became flush with the wall when the taint devoured it, merely a rectangular discoloration that was more reflective than the rest of the other latex.
She'd forgotten; forgotten what would happen if she happened to see her sigil. Her tentacles lashed out, shoving aside acoustic tiles to grip pipes on the ceiling to prevent Stephanie from falling, from dropping to her knees as her body erupted in spontaneous climax.
It was not merely her cock and cunt that gushed slime, muscles in her breasts that had never existed before seemed to tighten, to spew thin streams of slime, filling her gravid orbs with erotic pleasures that they had never known before.
Her tentacles went rigid, feeling just as her cock did as they expelled slime in thick, heavy jets. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, traitorous and with a mind of its own, wrapped itself around Stephanie's monstrous prick and aided the powerful pleasure brought on by the sigil-sight.
She couldn't turn her head, couldn't look away, all that she could do was close her eyes and block the sight of the emblem that had been burned into her head, into her heart, into her very being.
Stephanie opened her eyes, not caring what happened to her, merely allowing herself to be lost in the continuous pleasure as she saw no future for herself beyond what she had become. She existed to coat everything in slime, to transform it into a demonic aberration of itself.
So be it. She would do what likely some dark sorcery had recreated her to perform. She would cum until her tentacles could no longer hold her bodyweight and keep her positioned in front of the mirror.
It felt so good; she was rewarded so well for performing her task as best she could. With her enhanced, over-sensitive body, with eight extra erogenous zones to feel the pleasure, it topped her earlier mirror-gazing masturbation period as the greatest, most intense physical sensation of delight in her life.
Was she even alive anymore? She was made of rubber, plastic, and slime. Everything fluid in her body was slime, her tears, her saliva, her milk, her stomach acid, her precum, her cum, everything.
She was slime; that was all she was, that was her only purpose now. To cover the world in slime. There was no need for a person behind it all, a consciousness, just a never-ending leaky faucet of demonic goo.
Stephanie stopped closing her eyes after each climax, abandoning herself into the see of sinister, slimy bliss...
-o-
Stephanie sighed softly, happily, she was snuggled up beneath the covers, soft and warm. She was still a monster, still a latex, slime-dripping demoness, but it... It didn't matter anymore. She was at peace with it. She had accepted it, abandoned herself to the fate, and it seemed the process altering her body kept altering her mind as well once it shut down to the point where it could do some reprogramming.
She yawned, tongue tracing over her fangs, which had grown larger again. She pushed the covers off herself, wondering where she was. The room around her was pitch-dark, but she could still see. There was no light to reflect off anything, to make bright spots, and yet she could still see the smooth, black walls around her.
The room was dome shaped, about the size of her quarters many levels above her now. The bed beneath her was similarly hemispherical, with Stephanie placed atop it. Her covers were sheets of the same substance, and were actually attached to the bed.
The demoness sat up, her tentacles stirring. They were thicker than before, but not longer. Stephanie herself had grown. She looked down at her black latex body, finding that it was devoid of the perfect smoothness that she had been covered with upon her first few hours after her transformation.
Her body was well-muscled, strong, powerful. She had definition, and it was not merely cosmetic sculpting. She could feel the strong muscle beneath her skin. Though she was an oddity, though her body systems had been altered, though she was fed solely though a process she did not understand, she was alive.
The thought made her smile, a pleased sigh escaping her lips as her tentacles began to groom her, their tongues slathering warm, sweet slime over her body. She ran her hands over her beautiful, sleek, smooth skin, all four of them.
Once more she had changed while she slept. A second pair of arms had appeared attached at the bottom of her ribcage, perfectly identical to her first pair in every way. While they were no longer needed now that she had tentacles, Stephanie rather appreciated them, since unlike her eight odd appendages, they were perfectly under her own control.
Her cock had grown as well, its girth nearly doubling and nearly a foot added onto the last half of her length, above the still odd-looking 'supports.' She could move it around now, making it wriggle and twist just like her tentacles. It was an interesting development, and something she should have expected. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, admiring them.
Stephanie had never been particularly athletic; her build was what one would call wiry, though she had a great rack. But she'd never had much in the way of hips or butt. She was now rather curvaceous, something to make up for her initial fear and loathing of her new role, she suspected.
Each time she rejected her alterations, something was added that she had always wanted, something that almost made the transformations worthwhile. It felt good to be a demoness, the more Stephanie changed the better she felt.
She turned her head, curling her tongue around a tentacle to bring it to her mouth, suckling greedily upon it, coaxing the slime to flow.
She had performed her task to the best of her ability; she had served as a conduit to bring as much of the black goo as possible into her own dimension from another, or wherever it came from. Stephanie deserved some time off for her efforts; she deserved to be able to fully explore her new body without feeling fear, disgust, or hatred towards it.
So far the goo had taken only what she had been willing to give it. Beyond her role and the tentacles that had been forced upon her, and the cock, everything had been something that she had desired, or imagined wanting to experience.
She had a tall, powerful, shapely demonic form that was perfectly capable of drawing out the full potential of pleasure from itself.
Four heavy breasts adorned her chest, a thick, proud cock jutted from between her legs, a tight cunny just behind it. With four hands and eight mobile mouths and tongues tipping phallic shaped tentacles whose sensations rivaled those of her cock when stimulated, she would be able to do whatever she liked to herself. Her cock was even long and dexterous enough to slip between her netherlips; she could literally go fuck herself.
So she did; coaxing her dexterous length to curve around, to slip between her purple netherlips and penetrate herself fully. She let out a soft, pleasured hiss as her member slithered slowly upwards, growing closer and closer to her womb. It parted her cervix with little effort, inch after inch creeping into the very core of her feminine gender.
The muscular ring suddenly contracted, trapping her member within, allowing it to undulate, to rub against the smooth latex walls of her uterus, but leaving it unable to escape. She longed to be filled, filled with the slime, but for different reasons.
Stephanie felt that her purpose had changed. She had made a little pocket of otherworldly space, a place that she and others could call home. It was not particularly large, but it could easily house several individuals without any discomfort.
She had made a nest, two of them, actually, and now she was...
Her lavender eyes widened as she realized what she was doing; she was getting ready to reproduce!
The idea was faintly repugnant to her, but it made her tentacles twitch with arousal, made her breasts ache faintly, the purple latex flesh of her nipples longing to be suckled.
Would she lay eggs? Would she birth live young? Would her offspring be something else entirely? She wanted to find out, wanted to feel the heavy weight of her young making her belly swell, growing fat and round and sensitive.
But it felt... Weird to be breeding with herself. She needed a mate, a lover, a friend. She needed someone else to share her condition, to be like her, to understand what she was going through. She didn't want to be alone, a hive of one, her only companions being her self-bred offspring.
The thought of finding another made Stephanie's body surge with pleasure, a reward for 'proper' thinking. She felt her breasts and tentacles begin to drip, eager to spread their slime over the lucky individual that would be her companion.
Stephanie allowed her tongue to slither free from her lips, to caress her breasts as she made her way towards the one deviation from the perfectly smooth surface of her nest's wall and ceiling. She placed a hand upon the small divot upon the wall, which made it open into a small tunnel, barely wider than her shoulders.
The demoness climbed inside, the tunnel tightened around her, gripping her gently, pulling her rapidly upwards. It was like being swallowed, but as a mode of transportation. It was strange, but it felt so natural to her. It was gentle and easy, and it wasn't at all jerky like the vault's elevators.
The main tube split off suddenly and Stephanie was pushed along in the left hand direction. A few moments later she emerged from the tube into the bathroom she had converted. She scarcely recognized it, the entire room had been altered into something more... natural.
As creatures like herself didn't eat and excrete in the normal manner, the bathroom had been altered into a place for bathing and entertainment. It looked a great deal like the water garden inside one of the vault's agriculture domes.
Stephanie stopped for a few moments to listen to the peaceful sounds of the flowing water before she moved on, carefully stepping upon the flat stones that lead to the oddly normal door.
She reached for the knob and cried out softly, her writhing cock erupting, filling her womb with sweet slime. She could already feel the strange forces within her working upon the substance, shaping it into something else.
She could feel the roundness of the object that formed within her, felt them against the flesh of her shaft. Eggs. Soft, smooth, wonderful eggs. There weren't many, only four, but as she felt a gentle tickle throughout her groin, she knew that they would be more than enough.
At the moment she was not made to reproduce through typical means. She was not going to breed, lay eggs, and create new life. Her purpose was to convert existing life, to transform a handful of other vault dwellers into creatures like herself; their roles designed to spread the influence of the hive.
She withdrew her wriggling shaft from herself, the small shift in her form a few moments before had been to provide a delivery system for the transformative eggs. But there were other methods.
The demoness let out a soft sigh as one of the baseball sized orbs burst within her, the fluid within greedily pulled into the ducts that lined her womb, supplying her sex with the latex slime.
The transformative fluid spread throughout her body, the slime she leaked from her tentacles and breasts began to take on a soft, purple glow. The merest touch of the stuff would begin the transformation in any lifeform it came into contact with.
She could hear faint sounds on the other side of the door and opened it a fraction of an inch to see who was nearby.
"What is this stuff?" an annoyed female voice said, "It's worse than tar! It's like it crawled into every crack and pore in the metal and stuck there, and I have to clean it up!"
Stephanie's purple lips opened in a fanged grin. Kelsey, one of her little sisters. Excellent.
Her tentacles throbbed, her breasts ached, her loins drooled hungrily, craving the touch of untransformed flesh. What would she do first? In what sweet, wonderful ways would she violate her sister? How would she feel as her big sister brought her into the fold, transforming her into a latex beast like Stephanie?
Once more her demonic body rewarded her sinister thoughts with sweet, delicious pleasure.
Stephanie pushed the door open wide and lunged.
Kelsey never knew what hit her.
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Title: Nathan's Lucky Days part 3 of 3 by njhcerebus
Tags: Cock And Balls Torture, Fear, M/F
( words from the author)
Ok people I rush my first story and I change my mind with the 3rd person story I make in a telling myself story and his story has got noting to do with my sex life and sometimes I don't how to spell difficult words! and in my 1st story I rush like hell because I had to go on guild wars ASAP and my second part of the story I took time on it and am writing his out while am offline so I don't know how that story went! and how his story is the last of Nathan's lucky days and when I started a new series called Dragon Lord and is a half yiffy and half just plain action and horror! so I hope to god that you look forward to it! :-( and the story!
11/05/2006 9am
I woke up by the sound of my door bell downstairs I got out of bed slowly plus I was naked so I put my jeans on and rush to the door. I look into the eye hole on my door and see Tracy and she look upset. I open the door and Tracy fell in my arms with tears and I got in the house. I made her a cup of tea and ask her....
"why are you in tears?" I said "Its my mum and dad they kick me out and they are looking for you" she said with fear in her eyes "you told them about the night me and you and Jane sleeping together?" I said "they know that I had sex with you my sister my little sister spotted me jumping on you at the door" said say with sadness in her eyes
I shit myself when the words of her mum and dad found out about me and then a police car came up and a dog came to my door and ask for me!
"ok Nathan I have been told about you having sex with his girl and I placing under arrest for under age sex" said the cop "WHAT THE! Under age sex Tracy how old are you?" I said shock "15" she said "so how can you drive a bus? "I lie about my age and my mum and dad was in money problems so I got a work by lying about my age and also got by the driver past as well" she said
The copper got my hands and cuff them up and send me into the car and I was off to the police station and am in right shit! 10 mins later I got to the station and they did my paws and DNA and I was in a room with 2 people asking me...
"Ok Nath if I can called you that when did you meet Tracy?" they said "I met when I started work I get on the bus where she works and the past few months we got to know each other" I said "Tracy Parents are the ones that reported you for under sex age and from your angle you been in a mess up true?" they said "yep" I said
I walked out of the room with the 2 people and Tracy dad run towards me but the 3 coppers stop him.
Tracy Father was a copper too he was 6 foot tall and big arms and big teeth! And if he did get me he would off rip my head off!
"You Bastard! Having sex with my girl! You sick fuck!" said her father with fury in his eyes! "Please Mr wolf! I did not know!" I said with fear in my eyes "don't go near my girl again!" as sold as he said knew that the party was fuck up!
Time to think! Got it! I have a sex party with Jane and her friend.
Later....
Ok let get the party started!
Tracy came with 3 of her mates and her mates were called Jo the Bear Holly the Parrot and Maxine the Lioness and they are hot! I started to chat me up!
"Hello handsome let get the party started" said Holly "sure is a sex party let go!" I said with joy.
Holly, Jo, Max, and Jane started to take my cloths off and Holly put her hand down my pants and tickle my balls while Jo and max started to give me love bites. When Jane jump on top of me and ask Holly to get my cock out holly poke out my cock and put it up Jane's pussy and Jane did all the actions and Jo and max put her tits in my face.
"You know you got the nice lips the lips between your legs" I said
Down and up Jane went and Holly push Jane off my cock and Holly put her wet pussy on my cock and Jo and Max did the sixty ninety on each other while Holly and Jane was on top of me Jane ass on my face and Holly Pussy on my cock wow I night was great! And slowly I cum in Holly pussy and the worse happens wow you see am talking from heaven because since that time I had sex it was my last...
"fucking hell that was good" I said "and now Nathan time for dinner" Jane said "what we having" I said "bird and fox roast" she said while she got her claws out "Jane I hope your fucking joking!" I said I look at Holly her face was bloody face with the claws mark by Jo the bear and max the lioness came to me my heart was humping with fear!
And when it was dark....a light I looked up and I look down it was a dark red flames catching my feet I was going to hell....
Well Hell is Heaven for me because you can have sex here and get whip with a naked devil woman and she on to me! Hell was good but it not evil place before I got into this place here was 2 hole and went into the right hole while I seen the evil man himself Satan...
I watch my death from death TV my cock and balls got rip off they use them for sex toys! Well my huts and cock was useful
Ok that the end of his story and a Other Begins in a world of evil and magic
Daniel Mission Coming soon....
By Njhcerebus 11/5/2006
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Title: 9 Stone Cum Queen in the Suburbs
Tags: stockings, hold ups, nylon, fishnet, heels, big tits, lesbian, wife
*(This is my third story for Literotica)*
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Here I am.
I am the 9 Stone Cum Queen.
My cunt is tighter than your wife's.
I am five foot six. That's the perfect weight for my height, a doctor told me.
I'm a good height for the average man. When I'm wearing heels and I bend over a table I find my cunt is at just the right height for the average man to slide his cock into.
Are you an average man? Would you like to bend me over your table?
Here I am. I'm in a house in the suburbs. I am wearing fishnet hold ups and black high heels. I have a man's cock in my hand. I have just wanked him off into the face of his big-titted wife.
His cock is still dribbling cum. It runs over my knuckles. It falls and splatters on her enormous tits.
Are you married? Do you have a girl? Does she let you come on her face? Does she flinch?
I never flinch.
Here I am. It is earlier the same day. I am lying on the sofa. I am wearing a string of pearls and nothing else. The sun streams through the window. The sun feels good on my tits.
My tits are 30Ds. Do you understand what that means? They are a good handful. You could take one in each hand. Your hands would be full.
I think you could call them big tits. Not massive, but big. If you saw me out on a summer's day wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra you would think; "I want to fuck that girl and her big tits."
I bring out that sort of reaction in men.
Me don't buy me flowers. Men come up to me and say; "I want to fuck you in the mouth. I want to fuck you up the ass."
Here I am. Lying on the sofa. Sun on my tits. Finger up my ass. Smile on my face.
The phone rings. I answer.
"Hello?"
"9 stone cum queen?"
"Yes."
"This is 11 Stone Whore Wife."
"Hey! How are you?"
"Bored, horny. I was wondering if you would like to come round and eat me out?"
This is how my friends and me talk all the time. Isn't it incredible? Sometimes I phone up my friend John and I say; "Johnny, would you be so kind as to come over and spray my tits with cum? I've been fucking myself with my fingers all afternoon and even though I've come several times but I really want to jerk myself off with some fresh spunk smeared over my filthy titties. If you're busy, you wouldn't need to come in, you could get yourself hard on the way over and when you arrive I could just open the door and drop to my knees. You could shoot all over me whilst I squeeze and pinch my tits. Would you mind terribly?"
In my fifth story for Literotica I will go to a Barbeque and end up with four men's cum on my perfect tits. It will be the messiest and gooiest I have ever gotten my breasts.
"Oh 11 Stone, you live such a long way away. It takes me over an hour just to get there! How can you entice me?"
"Well if you came over now, my husband is home in a couple of hours it would be a nice surprise for him."
"If I come over and lick your cunt and ass out, maybe finger-fuck you. Make you come a couple of times, would you let me wank your husband?"
"Of course I would darling, but normal rules apply." She said.
"OK, I'll be there in an hour or so." I replied.
"Look forward to seeing you, and remember, dress up!"
"Always"
What 11 Stone Whore Wife meant when she said 'normal rules apply' is this; 11 Stone and her husband can screw who ever they like but he must always save his cum for her alone.
I think it's a shame for a girl to stick to one flavour but there you go.
I do like rules though.
I have lots of rules for sex. I like working within limitations.
Here are some of my rules.
Rule 1: I will only be fucked up the ass on my birthday. I had my first anal on my 21st Birthday and since then I've decided to wait until that day every year. It's my extra special treat.
In my ninth story for Literotica I will tell you about six of my seven ass-fuckings. I will explain exactly how I like to be taken up the rear.
In my tenth story I will tell you about my 24th Birthday when I chose a cock that was too big to fit up my ass.
Rule 2: I will never have straight vanilla sex with a man. By vanilla I mean normal naked sex. I have vowed to always add at least one extra kink to proceedings. Like...
...doing it in a public place.
...wearing heels.
...wearing stockings or hold ups.
...doing it with a guy and a girl at the same time.
...doing it with two guys at once.
...doing it with three guys at once.
...doing it with four guys at once.
Rule 3. If a guy comes on my face, or on my tits, or on my clothes I will not wash it off until I get home. When I walk down the street people will see and say; that girl has got cum on her face.
Rule 4. I will never fuck more than five guys on one go. I'm not a slut you know.
11 Stone Whore Wife wants me to dress up, I love to dress up for her, and she likes to dress up for me too.
Here's what I wear.
I put on lilac bra and skimpy panties with black lace frills. This is high class stuff. You know those powerful beautiful women in business suits that you know are way out of your league? They wear underwear like this.
I pull on fine fish-net hold ups. They stop midway up my thigh. You know your favourite piece of porn? The one where your favourite porn star wears beautiful fishnets and gets fucked by two guys on the floor. You walk around all day with a hard on wishing you could have a girl who'd wear fishnet hold ups and lie on the floor for you. Well these are those kind of fishnets.
I put on a red one piece dress that hugs my tits and ass and is just a little short, stopping an inch or two above my knees. The bottom of the dress is pleated and flares out. It lets the wind up so my cunt feels cool. When I cross and uncross my legs men will see flashes of my stocking tops and my bare thighs. You know those confidant sexy older women who wear tight dress over their big tits and asses. They're a little too old for you, but you know they are from higher stock and you know they suck cock better than your wife or girlfriend ever could. Well this is the type of dress they wear.
I slip on black shoes with four-inch heels and a thin ankle strap. I can walk easily in high heels. I can fuck in high heels. If I were to take your cock into my mouth I would kneel in such a way that you could see I was wearing high heels. You would come in the mouth of a girl with high heels.
Listen. It's important you know exactly what type of shoes these are. They a matt black leather, they are closed and rounded at the toe. Even though the heel is long, it is not really thin; it is maybe a quarter inch wide. They have a slightly retro feel to them. Like a sexy shoe from the 1950s.
There are expensive shoes. You know those girls who you can never dream of having? Those girls who are just way out of your league? They wear shoes like this. They fuck in shoes like this.
In my first story for Literotica I wore red shiney shoes with four inch heels and two tiny ankle straps.
In my second story I wore bright yellow shoes with three inch heels.
In my fourth story I will get fucked hard in 6 inch heels that I can barely walk in. It will be absurd.
I go outside. I walk to the train station.
The dress is tight around my tits, did I say that already?
The dress is tight around my ass, did I say that already?
The dress has inch wide shoulder straps, it shows my bare arms and shoulders.
The dress flares out at the bottom. It's a sunny day but the cool breeze lifts my dress just slightly.
Men can't keep their eyes of my long fishnet legs.
Men can't keep their eyes of my tight high ass.
I get on a tube to Liverpool street station.
On the tube I sit in front of a guy. I cross and uncross my legs. He can see the stops of my stockings. I think maybe the skirt might just be short enough that he can see a glimpse of the stocking tops. We get off at the same stop and I stand close behind him on the escalator so that my breasts lightly brush against his back. I lean forward and whisper in his ear; "I can fit three fingers up my cunt. I can fit my thumb up my ass-hole but it hurts a little."
I take a train out to the suburbs. It takes me to a town beginning with B.
I sit opposite another guy. I cross and uncross my legs so he can see my stocking tops. I do it so many times that he knows I'm doing it on purpose. He stares long at my legs and looks up my skirt. He rubs himself a little. I lean over and move in close to his ear. He can see down the top of my dress. I whisper; "I get fucked up the ass once a year. On my birthday. On my twenty fourth birthday I chose a cock that was too big. We kept trying but couldn't get the cock to fit up my tight ass-hole."
I leave him and walk to another part of the train.
In my fourth story for Literotica I will choose a guy at random on a train and let him fuck me hard.
I get off the train at a town beginning with B. I come out of the station and turn left. I take the second turning on the right. I turn left and then right again. 11 Stone Whore Wife lives at number 48. If you can find her house you win a prize.
She will suck you off on her doorstep.
11 Stone opens the door.
11 Stone is a big, sexy, strong older woman with long curly auburn hair. She is 37. She has absolutely massive G cup tits. That is freakishly big. She has a big fat ass too but that doesn't mean she's fat herself. She isn't fat; she is big. She goes in at the waist.
She has a white cashmere jumper that is too small and is stretched tight over her massive boobs. She is wearing a tight knee length skirt that has a slit up the side. She is wearing bright red 'fuck me' five-inch heels. She is wearing black nylons.
11 Stone has a cock sucking mouth. You know just to look at it.
I met her when I was young. She taught me how to suck cocks. We would go to pubs and find men and take them home. She would sit on a sofa whilst I got on my knees and sucked their meat. She would tell me where I was going wrong.
She taught me how to take their full length.
She taught me how to tease their helmets.
She taught me how to cup their balls in my hand.
She taught me how to look them in the eye.
She taught me how to swallow.
She taught me how to take it in the face and not flinch.
When 11 Stone opens the door we share a long sweet slow kiss. I never kiss a man this way. Our breasts touch each other.
She leads me into the kitchen. She makes me coffee. She sits on a high stool. She cross her legs. Her nylons are thin and shear. I know that they are stockings and that she is wearing suspenders. I can see the tops of her nylons through the slit in her skirt. The tops of her stocking are a neat black band. Her stockings have a seam that run up the back.
I say to 11 Stone; "Two weeks ago I went out in stockings like that. I found a guy and got him to come over my face in the middle of the street. I didn't let him touch me or anything. He just shot over my lips and chin. I wrote about it and stuck it on the internet."
11 Stone says to me; "I wore white stilletto heels and a tight mini skirt to the park the other day. I found three young men who said I was a slag. They called me a dirty whore. I slipped off my slutty black see-through knickers. I made each one of them come into my panties, whilst I showed them my massive tits. I played with my nipples and fondled my boobs whilst they took turns to soak my panties in spunk. I took the panties back and put them back on. They were absolutely drenched in cum. I wore them all day and then later that night I told my husband. I stuffed the panties in my mouth and held them there whilst he fucked me. Standing up, against the mirror."
I say to 9 Stone; "I went to a club last week and chose three men at random. One by one I let them come to a cubicle in the girls toilets where they took turns to fill my mouth up with their jizz. One was fat, one was ginger, one was married. I wrote about it and put the story on the internet."
11 Stone says to me; "My husband phoned me whilst he was fucking a nineteen year old in his car. She was dressed in a cheap mini skirt and had pale fat legs. He said he had paid her just twenty pounds. She had sucked him for five minutes and then he just got her legs up high on the back seat. He pulled her slutty thong to one side and pounded her hairy ugly pussy. I said that he had to remember the rules and he had to save his spunk for me. He drove home fast. He walked through the door with his cock hard and erect. He forced me to the floor and rammed his cock in my gob. I could smell teenage cunt on his cock. He started pumping cum into my mouth straight away. There was so much I started choking."
I get on my knees and crawled over to 11 Stone sitting on her stool. She opened her legs as far as they could go in her tight skirt. I look in between her legs and see that her cunt is bare. She is wearing no panties. I run my hands up and down her nylon calves.
I love the feeling of nylon. I stroked slowly and gently. I move my head forward between her knees and take in the beautiful, musty smell of this gorgeous older woman's cunt.
I stroke the nylon. I lick her shoes. I like her shiny red leather five inch heels. I stroke her nylons. I lick her nylons.
She pulls her skirt up her legs. It is hard. The dress is tight. She gets it up past her stocking tops. She lifts her heavy ass up and gets the tight dress round so it's up by her waist.
Her cunt is exposed. Her cat is out. She has a neatly trimmed bush. She has deep red pubic hair.
The poor woman wants me to lick her snatch. She is moving her pelvis back and forward. She wants this beautiful firm twenty seven year old to eat her cunt.
But I'm not finished stroking her nylons. Kissing her nylons. Kissing her shoes. Licking her shoes.
She lifts her legs up and hooks each one over my shoulders. I run my hands up her legs and down the back of her thighs. Following the seam all the way. I run my hands over the smooth white flesh above her stocking tops.
My red glossy lips are centimetres away from her lightly pulsing pussy.
From where she is sitting she can see my tight arse sticking out with me on all fours. She can see my heels.
She says; "Please lick my snatch. Please lick my cunt. Please lick my slit."
I run my tongue up her slit.
I kiss her clitoris.
I lick her snatch.
I bury my face in this gorgeous 37 year old woman's warm pussy.
I eat cunt.
My face is full of cunt.
All I can taste is cunt.
All I can smell is cunt.
She is wet. I have her cunt juice all over my mouth all over my chin and face.
We stay this way for ages. Her strong legs are wrapped around me. Her heels dig in my back. I stroke her nylons. I eat cunt.
I am so grateful to her for letting me eat her cunt. Her cunt is beautiful. I suck and slurp down as much as I can of her cunt juice.
I slip my tongue right inside. Right inside her cunt as far as it will go.
11 Stone has a looser cunt then mine. She has had such a lot of cock. She can take two cocks in her cunt at the same time. I have never done this. I don't think I could fit two cocks in my cunt at the same time. I think it would be impossible.
I once said to 11 Stone; "Next time you take two cocks in your cunt can I come and watch?"
I pull away from 11 Stone. She looks disappointed. I stand up and pull my skirt up. I get my skimpy lacy lilac panties and pull them down over my long fishnet stockings. I leave them around my knees and get back down on my knees.
Both our cunts are free.
11 Stone is only the second person to see my shaven cunt in my literotica stories so far.
We get back to the same position. Her legs are over my shoulders. I get back to her cunt. She is happy. I am happy. My legs are wide. My panties are stretched tight between my legs. I didn't take them off. It's sexier this way. I look like someone who didn't have time to take them off. My cunt and ass are exposed but I am still fully clothed. My knickers are stretched tight between my wide open legs.
If you were to walk in with your hard cock, you would have the choice of three holes.
You couldn't fuck my mouth because I'm eating her cunt.
You couldn't fuck her cunt because I'm eating it.
You couldn't fuck her ass because she's sitting on it.
Theoretically you could fuck my ass but I wouldn't let you because it's not my birthday.
You could fuck her mouth. You could slide you cock into the slut mouth of this big tittied whore whilst I eat her cunt.
You could fuck my cunt hole. You could get behind me and stick it into my tight shaven cunt.
I have a tight cunt. If you had a small cock I could tighten my cunt walls around your cock and make it tight. If you had a medium cock it would be a good fit. You would fit in nice and tight. If you had a big cock it would stretch my cunt. It would hurt, but I would like it.
I have had too much cunt. I need air. I need some attention myself.
I get up and take 11 Stone Whore Wife by the hand and lead her to her living room.
I get on the sofa and get my legs up high. My knickers around my ankles they are stretched tight between my wide-open legs.
I sit like that whilst 11 Stone pulls her tight cashmere jumper over her tits. She pull the jumper off. Her tits are truly gigantic. She wears a black lace bra that does nothing to contain these truly tremendous boobs.
She unhooks her bra and massive globes swing free. She is a freak.
Her skirt is wrapped around her waist. She is wearing stocking and suspenders and high red heels. Her cunt is dripping wet.
She gets on her knees. She stroked my fishnets. She licks my fishnets. She kisses my high heels.
She licks my cunt. She licks my cunt good.
In my first story I denied my cunt.
In my second story I denied my cunt.
In this story my cunt is not denied. The beautiful woman will make me come but you will have to wait until my next story before I take a cock up my cunt.
How many times do you think I will say the word 'cunt'? Does your wife say 'cunt?' Does your girlfriend say 'cunt?' Say hi to her for me.
11 Stone Whore Wife licks the shaven cunt of her 27 year old friend.
She loves the taste. I grab the back of her head and push her head deep down into my crutch. She strokes my fishnet hold ups.
It takes her ten minutes to make me come. This is how she does it. She licks my clit lightly, quickly intensely. She puts her long tongue up my cunt. She takes it out, then licks my clit light and fast again. She does this pattern five times.
She tells me she is going to stick her little finger up my tight ass-hole and that I will come with her finger up my ass.
She know's how rarely I let my shit-hole get invaded. She pushes my legs back further so my ass hole is fully exposed.
Only I know how far apart my legs go. Only I know how far apart I can stretch my ass-hole.
She lubricates my ass-hole with her tongue. I have a woman's tongue rimming my sweet little hole. She's running it round and round. She takes pussy juice from her own sloppy cunt and runs it over my ass-hole. She is tasting her own cunt and my ass.
She slides her tongue inside my ass-hole. Her tongue is up my ass. It feels fucking fantastic.
If you were to walk in now there would be three holes you could fuck with your hard cock.
You could slide you cock into my mouth. I would take it with no complaint.
You could fuck her wet pussy. She is so wet she would barely feel it. You would have to fuck her very hard.
Or you could fuck her up the ass. 11 Stone Whore Wife loves being fucked up the ass and is much less fussy than me. She would love it. She would say; "Thankyou for fucking me up the shit-hole whilst I have my tongue up her ass."
I am close to coming. She takes her tongue out of my ass hole and swaps it for her finger.
She slips her finger her up my ass hole. She fucks my asshole with my finger.
I say; "You have your finger up my shit-hole"
I look her in the eyes and say; "Fuck my ass with your finger. Lick my clit and make me come."
She fucks my ass with her finger. She tongues my clit. Ever so light, ever so fast.
This is how I come. When I come I sound like a woman having a baby. I grit my teeth and make a long dirty groaning sound. If you lived next door you would hear it.
As I come I push down hard on to 11 Stone's finger. Her finger is as deep as it can go in my ass. I ooze pussy juice over her face. My nipples go rock hard.
11 Stone Whore Wife pulls away and I slump back on the sofa. I am still fully clothed. My knickers are around my ankles.
This is the first time I have come in my Literotica stories.
The phone rings. 11 Stone answers it. She is standing there in red heels, stockings and suspender. No panties, no bra, but her skirt is still hitched up around her waist.
"Hello Dave"
11 Stone's Husband is called Dave or something. Who cares.
"I have just fucked 9 Stone Cum Queen up the ass with my little finger. She came on my face. I absolutely reek of her cunt. She is sitting on her sofa in black high heels and fishnet hold ups. She has a sexy red dress on. Her knickers are down round her ankles."
She listens to the phone for a moment.
"No, Dave you can't do that. You can't fuck her and you can't fuck me either, here is what will happen. You will walk through the door and get your cock out. Your cock will be hard and ready to explode because you have to think about your wife being fucked by this beauty all the way home.
She will take your cock in her hand and beat you off till you explode your cum into your whore wife's face.
We don't need you to make us come. We just need your jizz. 9 Stone will make me come three times before you get home."
She puts the phone down. She is right; I make her come three times.
I make her come once by eating out her ass. She gets on all fours and I bury my face in her arse crack and eat and eat. I gorge myself on her sweet anus. I stroke and massage her giant cheeks. She fucks herself with three fingers. When she comes she screams out; "Jesus fucking Christ you fucking whore!"
My knickers are still hanging around my ankles. When they fall off. I slip them back on.
I make her come a second time by getting into a sixty-nine position. I sit on her face and grind my pussy down onto her mouth. I ram her pussy with four fingers of one hand. I fuck her ass with two fingers of my other hand. I come a little bit too. When she comes she cries; "gggggggrrrrrnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
I am still fully clothed. Only my knickers are down my legs. Every time I get up I correct myself. I make sure my hold ups are straight and smooth. My nipples are so rock hard. They need attention but I deny them.
I make her come a third time by fucking her cunt with the end of a wine bottle. I fuck her furiously whilst she is standing up. Her knees buckle and she nearly falls over. As she starts to come I bite down on one of her large brown nipples hard, really hard. When she comes she cries, "You fucking dirty, dirty bitch. You dirty fucking beautiful cock whore!"
I pull my knickers up so they are round my knees.
We fall on to the sofa. The door opens and Dave/thingy walks. He has a 9 inch erection in his hand.
He can see his exhausted wife in stockings and heels. Her hands and face stink of my ass and cunt.
He can see the most beautiful girl he knows dressed in fishnet hold ups and a fabulous tight red dress. She has a single string of white pearls around her neck. Her knickers are around her knees. He can see up her dress. He can see my cunt.
He wants to fuck me up the ass. He always has done.
11 Stone Whore Wife gets on her knees in front of her husband. I get on my knees and take his cock in my hand.
I'm good at this. I know what to do. I can squeeze the cock slightly as well as pulling up and down on the shaft. I pay special attention to the ridge around the helmet.
I look up into his eyes.
I say; "I can make my tits feel like a cunt. I can squeeze them hard around your cock and make them feel like a nice tight cunt."
He is trying to hold back. He wants to savour this magnificent moment.
I use my other hand to cup his balls.
I say; "My cunt is tighter than your whore wife's. My legs are longer. My skin is smoother. Empty yourself on your filthy slut of a wife."
11 Stone says; "Bitch."
Dave says; "Ugh."
His face grimaces. His eyes are screwed up.
I touch his helmet once, gently, with my tongue and say, "Its OK honey, just let go."
I aim his cock in 11 Stone's face. He lets go. He shoots an arch of cum that streaks across he face diagonally. Its crosses over her eyelid so she has to keep it half closed.
He says, "You dirty fucking sluts."
A second shot lands across her forehead and gets into her hair.
A third shot gets in her hair again. She has lots of cum in her hair.
I direct his cock at her tits. He sprays two more loads of cum over her beautiful big tits. Her tits drip with cum.
Some last drops of cum oozes from his helmet over my knuckles.
Here I am.
My knickers are round my knees.
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Title: The Diary of Alexia Tinbra by Alex Conall Heikrieg
Tags: Balls, Cock, Cum Bath, M/solo, Male, Modern, Orgasm, Transformation, Werewolf, Wolf
(((Kittius: Woot! My first uploaded yiffy story and second yiffy story ever written! My last one got deleted from my computer so it's gone so this is my first time posting a story with yiff in it on the internet! Please rate and comment honestly! Thanks in advance to everyone who reads. Constructive criticism is welcome! Flames are not! \<3)))
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Entry 1:
Erm...I don't really know what to write here...mom gave me this diary out of the blue today because she thinks it's healthy to write out my thoughts or something...I guess it couldn't hurt to try, though it's kind of a wierd gift to just hand to a guy my age. Whatever...
* - - - - - - \*Several months and numerous entries later...\* - - - - - -
Entry 55:
Ug! Bloody hell! The other night while camping with some friends I was attacked by some fucking wolf creature. He slashed me across the face with his claws and put three huge gashes on it. I bled like crazy for the longest time. My compaions and I ran to the car and drove to the nearest hospital, me pouring blood all the while. We finally arrived at the emergency room and the nurses immediately began fixing me up. Now I have three huge cuts going diagonally down my face. I hope I don't get an infection. I swear to god if I do I'm hunting that bastard down and chopping his fucking head off! Damnit!
Entry 56:
It's been about a week since my last writing. I finally went back home and looked around wondering where everyone was. Then I rememberd my parents were off on an extravegant, second hooneymoon lasting a few weeks and my brother had just moved out a few days before my own trip. Here I am, a twenty-two year old white guy just outside of Atlanta, Georgia with nothing to do. On a different subject, ever since my last journal entry I've been having strange dreams where I was running close to the ground. I must have been on my hands and feet. I was frantically searching for something but I couldn't figure out what it was until I caught it. As I leaped at my prey, I recognized it as a deer before promptly ripping out it's throat. I woke up sweating up a storm. What the hell is wrong with me? Does it have something to do with the wolf that attacked me? No..I'm just being paranoid...right?
Entry 57:
I had another terrible dream last night. I thought it was real at first because I opened my eyes and I was in a cave. I then suddenly felt very hungry. As I stood up, I realized I was low to the ground again. I went outside and it was night time. Looking up at the moon, I gave a loud howl. I woke up with beads of sweat going down my face and back. It seemed so real...
Entry 58:
Another dream...it started where the last one left off. I was still hungry and I could smell something in the distance. I ran further and further from the cave until I saw something close by. My vision was unusual and I noticed, despite it being night time, I could see extremely well. Chasing after the small form, I finally leaped at it before waking up, this time even more sweat on my body. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?
Entry 59:
I'm getting tired of these nightmares. The latest one seemed even more real than the others. The dream started as me flying through the air towards a small animal I soon recognized to be a rabbit. I landed on it and began tearing out it's insides before eating the meat contained within. I remember it being tender and juicy, one of the best things I've ever tasted. I woke up pouring sweat from my body and I quickly ran to the bathroom and filled the sink with water, splashing it on my face. Gazing into my reflection in the small pool of liquid in the porcelain sink, the scars on my face looked like they were glowing slightly. Could that have just been the reflection of the moonlight from the window on the water?
Entry 60:
\*This scrap of paper is barely legible, the words scribbled as if the writer was in terrible agony at the time. The following is the only part that makes any sense.\* IfI ShOUlD DIE pLAese Kno THt I livd A gUdLife. To WhoeveFiNDs THiS JoRUal Along With my bODY, TEll My brtHer Jhn that IM Orry aNdto PLEASE\>\_\_,,,..... \*The rest is nothing but scribbles down the side of the paper ending with a large tear at the bottom, right hand corner of the page.\*
Entry 61:
On the my bedroom floor was amy journal. Flipping to the latest entry was a sheet of paper I must have wrote on when I was under that pain. I must have been certain my demise was imminent. From what I could figure, part of it stated that I was apologizing to my brother, John. He just moved out a few weeks ago and we had a rather big argument mainly consting of me yelling hurtful things that were mostly untrue and we haven't spoken since that fight. Him and my parents would always joke that I could be a bit bitchy sometimes and acted like such a girl in some things I do like yell for John to kill a spider for me. It would always embarass me when they'd say such things because mom and dad didn't know I was gay and John acted like he didnt care one way or another when I told him in private.
As I wrote before in earlier entries he's a twenty-seven year old psychologist now, though he looks and dresses more like a skater punk. He always wears cargo pants and a T-shirt with some sort of phrase or design on it. The only other thing he'll wear is when it's paticularly cold outside he will throw on a hoodie or on occasion a pair of sunglasses to block the sun. It's not a bad choice of outfits and even I wear the same sort of things most of the time. The one thing I admire about him most is his charming personality. He constantly seems to be in a good mood and rarely get's angry or depressed. That coupled with his short, blond hair and beautiful blue eyes almost make me wish he was gay and not my brother, just so we could have some "fun". His well toned body is nothing to sneeze at either compared with my own small frame and slender body. I often wish I could have a six-pack like him and not this smooth, unmuscular stomach. I'd love to run my fingers through his hair and...wow...getting steamed up just thinking about it. I've always had a thing for blonds. I tried bleaching my hair but it just turned out white so I gave that up. The fake color finally grew out and numerous haircuts later, I'm back to my normal, light brown hair.
Entry 62:
Today I want to the grocery store were I saw John. I tried to hide behind the bread isle but he spotted me immediately and approached me. we talked for awhile and eventually I apologized for the argument we had which he accepted in stride. I'm glad we finally made our peace. As he wrapped his arms around me in a close hug, I could feel my pants tighten a bit from being so close to him. After he let go and removed his arms, I told him about my dreams and he looked at me like I was crazy. He then joked that he treated a lot of army veterns who went a little insane every now and again. He told me it sounded like Post-Traumetic Stress Disorder brought on from the wolf attack. He also gave me his business card (of which I already have several) and reminded me I could always talk to him if I ever need to get something off my chest. I resisted the urge to mentioned I'd rather have HIM pressed UP against my chest in the throes of some forbidden deed or another and instead merely nodded at him. We eventually parted and I came back home and scrawled these sad, perverted thoughts here.
Entry 63:
Last night it finally happened. There's no doubt in my mind now that I'm afflicted with Lycanthropy. The giant wolf that bit me must have been a werewolf. I clearly remember the extreme pain and looking down at my arms, watching as thick fur grew all over them. I could feel my bones cracking and my muscles getting denser making me a faster, stronger, creature. As the transformation came to an end I gave a loud howl almost as if it was a reflex. That was the last thing I can remember before my vision went blurry and I blacked out. When I came to this morning, I once again had blood all over me and I felt oddly full. There was no need to even eat breakfast. I need to try and get this under control. I can't trust anyone enough to ask about this without being killed for being a werewolf so I'll have to figure this out on my own. For the first time in a long time, I wish I had my mother with me to tell me everything is going to be ok, even if it would be a lie...
Entry 64:
I transformed once again last night. When it was finished, I howled in reflex just like last time. I felt like I was going to black out again, but managed to hold on just long enough to run to the bathroom mirror and looked myself over. There was no skin left showing anywhere on my body. My entire form was covered in the dense fur. My head had large, pointy wolf ears, my eyes turned yellow and I had a long muzzle where my lips once were. I even had several whiskers just like that of a wolf. My hands were like human hands but furred like everywhere else. My fingernails had long claws protruding from them. Looking down at my feet, I saw that they were like human's feet as well, of course with fur on them. The claws on my foot-paws were sticking out, thicker yet shorter than the claws on my hands. Looking back, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw a large wolf tail sticking out from right above my ass. Luckily, I always wear loose clothes so instead of tearing them the transformation merely left them tight against my skin. The final thing I noticed that changed was my voice because I clearly had none! When I tried to speak, the only thing that could come out were grunts and growls. It was then that it became hard to see and I fell unconscious, unable to hold on again.
Entry 65:
I DID IT! Last night I transformed again and actually managed to avoid passing out! After the transformation came over me again, I heard my stomach rumble. It sounded really loud but then realized it must be because of my now, exceptional hearing! I then went outside and gazed into the woods behind my house. I started off trying to run on two legs and found out I can do so much faster than the average human. When I dropped down to all fours, my speed increased substantially and was able to quickly jump and dodge between trees and fallen logs with relative ease and enhanced dexterity. It was then I smelled the faint hint of something. After giving a few more whiffs I actually started to see little wavy lines leading into some brush. When I followed them, I came open a large bush and suddenly a buck jumped out. I proceeded to chase it, the whole time, the lines trailed behind it. I finally caught the deer and bit it's neck, breaking it and killing the animal I then began eating it with huge bites, each time chewing and swallowing large hunks of raw meat. Oddly enough, it was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Afterards, I used my nose to hunt a few more animals, chasing them throughout the forest. I finally realized that the wavy lines were the animals' scents! I Could SEE scent trails! What an amazing thing! I didn't kill the other animals since I was already satiated from my first hunt. I merely chased them to learn more about my new form. I did find a few dead animal carasses which must have been from my uncontrolled hunts before and I immediately felt a sense of relief, realizing I didn't kill any people during those nights. Eventually, it became dawn and as I jumped over the chain link fence and into my backyard, I suddenly fell to one knee and all of the fur simply fell off my body and drifted off into the wind. Running inside and to the bathroom mirror, I looked at it again. I was completely human once more. This may sound bad, but maybe this disease won't be such a bad thing after all...
Entry 66:
Today I spent my time trying to bring the transformation on at my own free will. At one point, after concentrating extremely hard, I actually managed to make my arm grow fur all over it before it quickly fell off and landed in a clump on my bedroom floor. I tried again and the fur grew back and my hand changed as well, fur sprouting on it and my nails turning to claws. I actually started to feel giddy, excited that I discovered it might actually be possible to change to a werewolf whenever I please, even during the day! By the time dusk was upon me, I was able to change my entire arm into that of my were form, as well as cause half of my chest to grow fur. Tomorrow I shall continue my training.
Entry 67:
Once again, I spent all day training to transform at will. It took me half the day, but I finally managed to do it! I looked in my mirror and saw I had completely changed into were form. Next, I tried to change back to human mode. After trying several different things, I eventually found out that I could achieve this by simply relaxing every muscle in my body (quite hard to do as an angry wolf, mind you) but I soon felt the familiar feeling of the fur falling from my body and my bones giving a few quick cracks. I looked in the mirror again and was human. With a nod, I forced myself to change back and forth between human and were. After each transformation, it became easier and quicker to change. Finally I morphed to wolf form again and then spent the next few hours trying to speak. After many grunts and growl, I managed to form some words, my voice very gruff and the words themselves almost unintelligible from normal growling. After a bit more training, I managed to be able to speak fluently. My voice was much deeper then my normal human voice but it lost most of it's gruffness. With a wide grin, I felt my muzzle curl into a smile. Taking a glance over to the mirror, I saw my face. Yeesh! That was actually scarier than the scowl on my face when I felt the swelling of anger in me after the first sight of myself as a werewolf. It was then I felt a stirring in my loins.
Unbuttoning my pants, I opened the fly and looked down at what was apparently a furry sheath like that of a dog. My balls were much bigger than in my human form, each one a bit bigger than a golfball and also covered in the thick hair. I reaches down and groped my testicals, the fur feeling extremly smooth, much more so than on the rest of my body. It was then I held my pants up with one clawed hand and walked into my bedroom to get comfortable. I finally went to my closet and pulled out the rag I use to clean myself of cum during my usual stroke sesions and laid down on my bed and pulled my pants and shirt off, throwing them to the side. With a low growl, I resumes gropping my testicals with one paw as my other scratched lightly at my new six-pack. It was then I looked down and watched as my pink cocktip emerged from my sheath, slipping out into the cool air. Rubbing my balls a bit more, I watched as more and more of my dick slipped free and hardened quickly.
I finally scooted up so my back was aginst the headboard of my bed so I could get a better look at my naughty bits. My cock was fully hard and I reached to my nightstand to grab tape measurer I keep in my drawer. My mom would sometimes joke about me keeping it there but as I told her several times I use it to measure how big a character's sword would be on whatever RPG video game I'm playing. This was mostly the truth anyways. Pulling the tape measurer to my canine cock, I flattened it along the side of it, my eyes going wide with surprise. As a human, my cock was a respectable seven and a half inches long. As a werewolf, however, I was gifted with a very sexy thirteen inches of throbbing wolf meat!
Wrapping my hand around my doggy dick, I began stroking it firmly up and down, going from the base to the pointed tip, drops of precum leaking out the whole time. I kept this up for a several minutes my other paw going back up my chest and rubbing my muscled form. With another sharp growl I pinched my nipple and a particularly large glob of precum leaked out of the hole on the tip of my member before sliding down my shaft and being absorbed by my furry paw. I bean stroking faster and faster and as time went by, my pre was seeping out in bigger and bigger quantities. Eventually I noticed a small lump appear at the base of my cock, getting bigger the more I stroked. I had seen a dog's knot before. I have owned pets all my life so it's only natural to see one sooner or later and of course I recognized what this steadily thickening thing was. With another grin, I removed the paw from my chest and gripped my quickly forming knot and gave it a firm squeeze. I literally whimpered out loud as the pleasure I was feeling shot through the roof and I felt my orgasm closer at hand than before I squeezed that amazing lump. I stroked my meaty shaft as fast as I could, my paw a blur as it flew up and down my dick. At the same time I kept squeezing my knot over and over when suddenly, that hand slipped and gripped around my dick just below the knot.
At that moment, my orgasm hit and numerous spurts of thick cum shot out of my cock and onto my belly and chest, coating it in the white goo. I gave a loud howl as I hit my peak and continued pleasuring my cock with my paw, milking my seed out. Now, I knew when dogs mated the knot would lock the male to the female to help impregnate her. I also knew that during the time they were locked together, the male would be constantly shooting his load into the female. This means that canines cum for long periods of time which I failed to think about when I started masterbating because after this first session, I would remember to either bring a towel, or sit in the bathtub. As I kept stroking my meat, I expected to stop cumming a few seconds after my orgasm, like when I jacked off as a human. This of course was not the case. My orgasm lasted for about ten seconds and when it finally ended, I stopped stroking myself. Unfortunatly this did not stop my ejaculation as I then proceeded to keep shooting my cream all over myself. I was not touching my dick yet I was still cumming! I began to panick, and thinking quickly, covered my cock with my cum rag and ran to the bathroom and into the tub.
Almost as if I was hypontised by the sheer quatity of spurts I was making, I stared at my throbbing dick. Even though it wasn't as extreme as my orgasm, I was feeling some moderate pleasure from my cock as I kept blowing my load. I finally laid down in the bathtub and relaxed, feeling my balls empty onto myself. One thing I noticed was the cum I shot during, as well, as a few moments after my orgasm was thick and creamy whereas the cum I was shooting now was thin and watery. I layed in the tub like this for what felt like forever, the whole time coating my body in a continuous flow of semen. Finally my cock merely leaked the last of my seed for less than twenty seconds before stopping altogether, my dick soon getting softer and softer until it slipped back into my fuzzy sheath, happy to be in it's new home. With a loud murr, I looked down at the mess I had made. My whole body was drenched in my jizz. My chest and torso were soaked along with my crotch as well as my thighs and paws. The parts of my body that weren't completely coated with my werewolf cum still had several speckles of it sprinkled onto those places.
It was then I figured it might be a good time to take a shower but couldn't risk clogging the drain with my already wet fur so I ran to the basement and forced myself back to human mode, the fur landing on the concrete floor in a sopping pile. When I reached down to touch my skin, it turned out my whole body was slimy with the seed my fur didn't soak up. I was covered from head to toe in a thin film of werewolf jizz! It was then I sprinted back up the stairs and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and before stepping in, my eyes landed on the clock on the wall. I had been pleasuring myself for almost an hour. I know I only masterbated for about thirty minutes before I hit orgasm so that means that I was shooting jizz all over myself for the other half of that time! Holy Shit, that's hot!
Finally I stepped in the shower and washed off the cum slime from my body. Getting out, I dryed myself off and proceded to clean up the mess I had made on my bed and the few damp spots on the carpet leading from my bedroom to the bathroom from running there jizzing constantly. At last I got dressed and swept the wolf fur off my carpet into a dustpan and went to the basement and cleaned up the fur I shedded there as well. I threw the fur in the already half-full kitchen trash-can and then tied the bag and took it outside to the garbage bin beside the garage to be taken to the curb on trash day. Whe I went back inside, it became apparent that the whole house still smelled of dog jizz but after spraying every room several times over the past few minutes with air freshener, the house was back to normal. It was then my parents walked in the front door with souveneirs from their vacation. When I went to greet them, my mom rushed up to me and with an extremely worried tone of voice, asked what the hell happened to my face.
Entry 68:
It's been two months since I learned how to master my transformation abilities. I am now quite adept at going back and forth between human and were mode. I told my mom about how I was attacked by a wolf during my camping trip but of course left out the parts about it being a werewolf and I myself being infected with the curse as well. I paw off often and I always remember to keep a large towel hidden in my closet or sit in the tub when I do so. I have begun to love being in were form more than I ever liked being in a human state. If it wasn't for the fact werewolves are thought to be a mythical animals and not actually exist, I'd stay in were form every second of every day! Alas, this can not happen. If everyday people were to know werewolves actually exist, we would be hunted and killed just for living, of this I have no doubt. I know it's a good thing I can be both human and wolf for when I go outside with other people. I can walk amongst men and women without them ever being the wiser. A few times a week, however, I'll tell my parent's I'm spending the night at a new friend's house, when in fact, I'm actually in the huge expanse of woods behind ours, being free as my true form! For now, that is what I really am...a werewolf....
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New Found Feathers
Chris cursed as he ran through the woods, hands over his head, trying to keep the rain from soaking through his hat any more than it already had. It figured, come up to the mountains, away from the city, looking to turn what might very well be a national crisis, and have a fun little camping trip, and of course he'd get rained on.
The forecasts hadn't said anything about rain, let alone rain so heavy and thick that it had him absolutely soaked in seconds. Chris had been planning to set up camp a bit higher up on the mountain, and with this torrent pouring forth from the sky, he wouldn't be able to get his tent set up properly.
The heavy rain obscured most of the forest from view; the world disappeared into a shapeless, blurry mass about five feet in front of the decidedly unhappy camper. He was trying his best to watch his steps in the suddenly slick mud, but Chris lost his footing and went sliding down a hill just in front of him.
His curses grew louder and more inventive, the sort seventy year old women shout at their least favorite athletes at pro wrestling events. The sliding ceased, leaving Chris muddy and a little sore, but mostly unhurt, and quite fortuitous, as it had placed him right in front of what looked to be a cave.
Thankful for some shelter, Chris crept inside, wanting to have somewhat dry conditions before he went for his flashlight. He sighed over the fact he was now going to be having cold, canned pasta for the next few meals, as the rain would have drenched any prospective firewood.
Unpleasant dinner prospects or not, it was still better than being stuck in the city and possibly coming down with Tate-Fairchild Syndrome. Talk about a scary disease, the list of symptoms was about a mile long, and anyone who had it was quickly whisked off into government quarantine, to prevent further spread.
There were talks that rather than a disease, it was some sort of biological weapon. The conspiracy nuts were out in full force, speculating everything from pod-people being rounded up that had replaced real people to prepare for an alien invasion, to a psychic attack from extra-dimensional mutants, to that old rural American favorite, the Rapture.
Wanting to stay as far away from the wetness as possible, as well as hoping to find a place big enough to set up his tent, Chris continued deeper into the cave, turning his flashlight on.
The cave was narrow, but it also seemed to be quite long, as well as sloping gently downward and with the occasional twist and turn. It was quite some time before the cave widened into a small cavern, with enough room to set up a tent, though the space was about the size of your typical house.
Water fell in a steady stream in one corner of the cave, making a large pool that covered half the room, the water flowing down into another tunnel that continued downward. The spray from the falling water moistened the half of the room nearest to the falls, but near the entrance it was wonderfully dry.
With a sigh Chris eased his heavy pack off his shoulders. The cavern was warmer than the air had been outside, even before the chilly downpour. With a sigh Chris began to step off his wet clothes, not wanting to catch a chill in them, besides, he had several extra outfits in his pack. He had been expecting to stay out here for a few weeks, after all.
Everything was covered in mud and Chris figured her might as well scrub it off while it was still wet, and not a dried, caked on mess.
He walked over to the pool of water, sticking a finger in to test the temperature. Expecting it to be bitter cold, Chris was surprised instead to find it pleasantly warm. He sighed and took a step into the water, and then another, and another. Soon he found himself waist deep in the warm water.
He ducked down into the water, finding the rain's chill fading rapidly. The closer to the waterfall, the warmer the water became. He approached, giving a soft mmm of pleasure as the heat began to sink into his muscles.
The waterfall itself was nearly as warm as his shower at home, and Chris found himself delighted at the warmth. The sudden shift from cold to warm made his skin break out into goose bumps, a strange tingle going through him.
Chris rubbed the mud off his bare arms, the sweet heat making his skin flush pink. The increased blood flow seemed to sit something else as well. Chris moaned softly as his member began to stir, the water seeming to arouse him. He gasped, wrapping a hand around his length. It felt strangely sensitive as he began to stroke.
He gave no thought to the oddness of the act, he hadn't felt horny at all during the walk up the mountain, but the moment he'd stepped under the water fall, all that changed. The sudden, powerful erotic need was something that he couldn't ignore, and it seemed so natural to slake his lusts.
Chris leaned against the smooth wall of the cave behind the waterfall and felt his legs bump up against a submerged portion of rock, rather like a seat or a shelf beneath the falls. He took a seat upon it, finding a flat area free of protrusions.
He bucked gently into his hand, savoring the sensations of pleasure, keeping his strokes slow and patient. The feeling of goosebumps had passed, leaving Chris's skin smooth, strangely smooth, actually. But Chris gave no indication of being aware of the oddity. Who would notice the slight tickling sensation caused by hairs loosening themselves and falling away, when one's body was being impacted all over by the soothing water?
The falls had left Chris perfectly smooth, almost shining. The waterfall seemed to be quite choosey, as the camper's eyebrows and short crop of brown hair remained; brown hair that began to thicken and lengthen. Chris absently brushed his bangs out of his face, tucking them back behind his ears, paying no attention to the wet strands that tickled his shoulders and began a slow crawl down his back.
Nor did he notice the gentle pulling sensation that seemed to travel up his body, starting at his toe tips. Even if Chris had opened his eyes and peered downward, he would not have seen the changes that took place beneath the churning water of the falls' basin, nails lengthening and turning a radiant blue.
It started first with the toes, not very noticeable at all, but as the change reached the feet, ankles, and calves, it would have been pretty plain to see that something was happening, a force gently reshaping and molding Chris' legs into a slightly different configuration.
The force slowly crept up the camper's legs, inch by inch, knees and thighs succumbing to the transformative force. Hips pushing outward in the first true sign of the alteration. After perhaps a minute beneath the falls, Chris found himself with a thick and vibrant mane of hair that trailed down his back, as well as a pair of beautiful, shapely, and most definitely feminine legs.
At the waist the changes shifted, moving in several directions. Chris found the stone seat increasingly comfortable, his rump filling out into a plentiful inverted heart shape. The gentle force crept down into his loins, but rather than subtract manhood, it seemed to add it.
Chris tilted his head back and cried out with delight, some of the water falling into his mouth. The walk had been quite long and a little tiring, and he found himself a bit thirsty. He really shouldn't drink untreated water, but this warm, sweet water couldn't possibly have anything bad in it.
He gulped down a few mouthfuls as he continued to stroke. He brought a hand down between his legs, cupping testes that had become the size of large plums. He unconsciously shifted the way he stroked himself, no longer gripping a mere six inches that fit almost entirely within his hand, but a rapidly increasing length that he had to truly stroke, rather than merely wriggling his hand.
The change seemed to jump from member and sack to hands, leaving a proud, twelve inch length where only half such had been before. Matching those of the toes, Chris' fingernails lengthened, taking on the same shade of electric blue. His fingers narrowed, his hands taking on the fine boned, graceful, almost delicate female form that the rest of his body seemed eagerly heading towards.
Arms and shoulders followed, all without any comment from Chris. He felt good, felt really good, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good for so long. The hand caressing his balls began to move away from them, slowly moving up his belly. The changes seemed to follow that perfect, gorgeous hand, Chris' middle firming up and narrowing to match the rest of his new form.
The hand found its goal, a slight swelling around the nipple that upon contact began to bloom and blossom into an exquisite breast, the other mirroring the transformation. Big, heavy, plentiful, firm, and oh so sensitive, they were perfect, Chris brought a perfect nipple to gorgeous, puffy, deep navy blue lips, a feminine moan escaping his throat.
Upon his tongue caressing his sweet nipple, Chris felt his pleasure explode, a lusty cry of pleasure erupting from his body along with his seed and his male identity. Krissi pumped her hand over her cock as rapidly as she could, not wanting to waste this wonderful opportunity.
As the incredible climax drained away, she slipped into the water, her long, navy blue tresses floating in the water behind her as she swam in the pool's warm water. She felt that she ought to get out, but something called her back.
Krissi swam back to the falls, moaning softly as a delightful ache filled her loins, bringing her back to immediate hardness. She felt something calling to her from behind the stone.
One hand reached out, caressing the smooth stone wall, the other caressing her once more expanding balls. The ache within her seemed to be coming from there, a stubborn itch right behind her sack.
She rubbed and scratched, moaning softly as she felt a hint of smooth wetness. There was a gentle tug, her balls pulling back a bit, some extra skin seeming to be borrowed for what was in store.
The blue haired bombshell stroked the soft netherlips that appeared between her legs, slipping dexterous fingers into the muscular tunnel that appeared between them, her actions guided by a sort of instinctual muscle memory. She had never had a pussy, nor had she even learned how to please one with her fingers.
As one set of fingers plunged into her own depths, the others found what she was seeking, hooking a crevice in the stone wall and finding some sort of switch. She pulled it, and a section of stone swung inward.
Krissi slipped inside the passage, a lustful grin on her face. The area behind the falls was warm and humid, and she continued to explore her new sex as she went. She leaned against the smooth wall of the cave, her mouth watering, wanting something to suck, and upon reaching the top of the hidden passage, she found that something.
The water of the falls poured right past it, an obsidian phallus on a pedestal, covered in markings, several of them glowing a soft shade of blue. With a grin Krissi snatched it from its resting place, sandwiching it between her breasts, the item's length just enough for her to part her sapphire lips and take it in.
It felt so right being there, it was so much fun to titfuck, so much fun to fuck no matter what the manner. Her breasts were so wonderfully sensitive, Krissi found herself moaning and bucking just from the caresses she gave herself; giving the stone dildo the best ride it had had in years, centuries maybe; who knew how long it had been there, waiting for her.
To her surprise Krissi felt the relic quiver, and she felt a warm torrent of thick, sweet, liquid into her mouth. She kept up her efforts, coaxing her toy to unleash more of the stuff. She gulped it down, disappointed to find that with each pulse of liquid, her toy diminished in size.
In a few moments it was gone entirely, and Krissi felt unfulfilled. She suddenly shivered, her body feeling energized, electric. She rolled over onto the floor, rubbing her breasts and member against the smooth, water-slicked stone beneath her. She panted and moaned with desire and frustration.
She felt that strange pulling that had accompanied her change earlier, only this time she was aware of it. She concentrated on that sensation, willing it onward, willing it to cover her body. She wanted satisfaction, pleasure, climax, not the teasing and slow caress of patient transformation.
Her body responded to her will and she felt the curious force center on her breasts and nethers, only a light tickle spreading over them; mere changes of coloration, her nipples and shaft rapidly darkening to the same dark blue shade as her lips, eyes, and hair. The tingle vanished from her breasts, yet remaining in her groin. She felt her member and sack shift, warp, alter, taking on a bestial configuration that she instinctively knew was called a sheath.
Her greatest assets completed, the change progressed as it did last time, at the tips of her extremities heading inward. Krissi watched with glee as her tanned, smooth skin darkened, becoming thicker and harder, yet retaining its smoothness, if not its softness. She watched her little fingers vanish, her beautiful electric blue nails transform into claws, her hands becoming beautiful navy blue talons.
Krissi turned and looked down at her feet, her toes were fusing, leaving her with three. She didn't mind, though she was a little disappointed that they number of fingers and toes didn't match. She giggled as she watched the shape of her foot alter as well, a fourth toe appearing from the heel, allowing her to grip things, like a bird. A pretty blue bird! She giggled at that thought.
With her mouth open her now dark blue teeth took the opportunity, merging together, pushing forward, joining with her lips, her nose, creating a proper, beautiful beak. Krissi gasped in awe and touched it with her talons.
Beneath her gorgeous, shimmering hair, which was rapidly becoming strands of many different shades of blue and white, Krissi felt a tickle. She grinned and closed her eyes, unable to turn and see them, but she could feel their coming.
She flexed the new muscles as they formed, connected to brand new bones, beautiful blue feathers sprouting from the new limbs. The tingle in her wings moved beneath her arms, caressing her already plentiful chest. She felt things shift inside, altering, growing larger to provide the powerful muscles that would grant her flight. She flapped her wings, spreading them wide, enjoying the feeling of stretching her new muscles.
Then her whole body began to tickle, gorgeous feathers pushing themselves gently out from within her. She was complete now, whole, perfect. Her body longed for climax, but no longer craved it like the animal in heat that she had been moments before.
She remembered Chris, she remembered the few blissful minutes she had spent as Krissi, but her true self was something else entirely; something that had rested here for many years, waiting for a world that was ready for such a powerful, beautiful, majestic creature.
She fluffed her feathers, casting drops of water away, allowing the runes that marked each feathered shaft to glow for a brief moment before she closed her eyes and reached out to the heavens.
It had been so long since she'd been able to do this, only today re-acquiring the strength to do so. She had done it once before, bringing Chris here to take up her power and knowledge.
Outside thunder rumbled and thick clouds broke open once more in a deluge.
The harsh thunderclaps could be heard even deep in the cavern, and they sent an erotic thrill through the bird's body. She adored storms, the sights, the sounds, the smells; the flashes of light and explosions of sound.
Of course she would, she was the Thunderbird, after all, and her senses told her that she was about to gain several very devout followers.
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Morganna calmly opened her umbrella, holding it overhead while her girls shrieked and giggled. They didn't mind getting wet, after all, that was what they planned to do today, anyways.
Eight perfect, beautiful specimens of womanhood. Bodies to die for, faces that would put supermodels to shame, perfectly smooth, sensual skin. The mere sight of them had made men and woman alike climax on the spot, falling over themselves for an opportunity to bed one of them, which they all were more than eager to do.
Each was as air-headed and she was beautiful, however, eight beautiful bimbos under Morganna's care and control, all though the weekly trip to the cave, where she would supervise their time underneath the wondrous waterfall that made it all possible.
The thought of the warm water flowing over her once again made Morganna's cock stand proudly erect in her trunks. A few of her ladies had such additions as well, and she made sure to limit the exposure each one got to maintain their current configuration of sexes.
Though as much as her girls earned for Morganna, her own body drew the best business. Enhanced by the very best tattoo artists, the blue tribal designs seeming to draw out and enhance the shemale's sexiness and gave her almost a sort of animal magnetism.
Morganna reached out and gave Inferno's rump a playful slap; the red themed girl had been the first of her bimbos. Morganna's affection had faded for her over the years; she admitted to herself it was Inferno's mind that Michael Morgan had fallen in love with.
Now Michael and his girlfriend were long gone, vanished. The shy, skinny nerd replaced by a beautiful, busty babe with a keen mind and ruthless business sense. After all, her girlfriend had become a sex-starved harlot who couldn't even remember how to tie her shoes. Morganna figured the two ought to profit from their insatiable appetites for sex.
It hadn't taken very long before she had acquired her own bar and brothel. She'd named it after the totem animal that filled her dreams; Thunderbird's. She'd expanded her stable of girls, inviting the shy, but skilled girls that came to her to perform. Seducing them easily and bringing them to the falls for their final touch up.
If they didn't take a ten minute swim in the waters every week, they started to remember who they were, and that only disturbed them when they remembered being smarter. It was for their own good, really, and it worked so well to get rid of the occasional investigator that came too close and couldn't be bribed with either money or the company of one or two of her girls.
Morganna loved her altered body, and bathed in the waters of the falls for a few minutes to maintain her perfect body shape. It had been ten years, she hadn't gained a pound, hadn't acquired a wrinkle, a mole, a scar, any sort of blemish on her perfect body.
She wondered if she'd discovered the fountain of youth. She'd just have to wait and see twenty or thirty years down the line.
She took a head count and herded her girls into the cavern. It was the highlight of their week, able to swim in the warm waters, and the only time they were allowed to play freely with one another, and their mistress.
Morganna grinned; today was going to be such fun.
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Thunderbird sensed the approach of the girls and their mistress, the great avian demigoddess grinning to herself, the possibilities flickering through her mind of gifts to grant her disciples.
Such fun indeed.
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Title: Growth by kaleemmcintyre
Tags: Coyote, Dog, Fingering, Fox, M/M, Muscle Growth, Nudity, Sci-Fi, Striptease, Teenagers
Henry Vandermont was the first heir to the Vendermont fortune and estate. He was a fifteen year old coyote with deep gray fur, innocent green eyes, standing at five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred pounds even. Thin would have been an understatement to call this young furson as he was the male of the entire Vandermont family with having a premature birth and using a respirator for the first half of his life just to try and fight for breath. It was only recently that the young coyote could walk around without the machine and he was grateful but that didn't change the fact that he was still almost a wisp of a fur.
Currently the teenager was looking at himself in his bathroom mirror and trying hard not to scowl at his own visage. It always made him sick to his stomach to watch boys his age running, jumping, wrestling, playing, and doing ordinary things they would usually take for granted while he could barely run a block without getting winded. Taking a soft white rag from the rim of the sink the young heir dipped the cloth in the hot running water under the tap and soaked it before beginning to wash his face and muzzle to the underside of his neck. Scrubbing furiously, Henry used the heated water to try and rub his face down as if hoping that when he looked up he wouldn't see himself reflected in the mirror. A vain attempt but something he had done for years since he could walk around without aid.
Once the young coyote was done cleaning and making himself respectable he walked out of his gargantuan sized bathroom and into his room to pick out what to wear. Going to his closet, the teen bypassed all of the designer labeled suits that his mother and father bought for him to wear and chose a casual pair of slacks and button down shirt before grabbing a pair of sneakers on the top shelf. Not exactly the attire for an esteemed billionaire's son but today was an off day since it was Saturday. His parents should be downstairs mulling around while the maid fixed breakfast so no one would mind him showing up informal today.
Dressed, Henry patted himself down and then walked out of his room into the hallway. Unlike other affluent fursons, the Vandermonts didn't spend excess amount of money when they didn't have to. Everyone within the family was actually rather frugal when it came to spending on themselves but they did keep up appearances when out and about. There were three cars in the garage; the family had a maid, butler, and a gardener but that was it for the household staff. Every member was trusted within the Vandermont's household, had been thoroughly checked for background and then made places within the coyote family home. Despite reputation, some of the upper class people on this side of the world did give a damn about their employees and even treated them like family. Not one of the people hired had been reprimanded or fired and they never found their employers overbearing or disrespectful.
It was something to know that furs with more money than some nations could be almost friendly. The father of the house was James Vandermont; a tall white furred coyote male who had an iron fist when it came to business but a passionate heart for those in need. He was a surgeon that specialized in burns and cancers for fursons of all ages and was highly respected amongst his coworkers and peers for being a miracle worker. Taking time to sit with his patients and talk with them, help them understand what would happen and how he could make them and their transition better, anyone coming into the hospital with severe trauma was sent to James without a second thought. He had a high rate of having recovering patients despite dismal chances predicted by other doctors but James just shrugged off the naysay and did what he did best, saved lives.
The lady of the house was Eleanor Vandermont; a practical and levelheaded black coyote female who stop almost opposite of her husband when it came to thinking and acting.
While that was necessary as her career as a District Attorney needed her to keep a somewhat detached air about herself and her feelings however, when not at work Eleanor was a sweet woman who had some very...interesting quirks. Henry sighed as he walked into the living room and then into the kitchen when he remembered his mother once coming to school with him and taking over the lesson plan when the teacher hadn't been there because of a car accident. The students, seventh graders at the time, had worshiped the ground she walked on for her playful mannerism and jovial teaching skills. Instead of using the lesson plan she had thrown the books in the garbage and had all of the students talk about themselves and how they felt about school.
Opinions flew through the air everyone had something different to say and an array of ideas about how the schools should be run. It was the most embarrassing day of Henry's life as a few of his classmates made rather, lewd comments on his mother's tail and at the time Henry could only grit his teeth and bear it since it would be even more embarrassing to get detention by his own mom for smacking the speaker in the muzzle.
Henry still had nightmares about his mom coming back to school again with him and he prayed everyday that she would never ask him for a ride to school again. The midnight furred coyote often used that as teasing punishment to taunt her son whenever she was in a good mood and it never failed to make Henry's fur stand on end.
The gray coyote scented the air and felt his stomach rumble from the smell of Louise's cooking. The tiger maid always whipped up the best meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and took delight whenever the family complimented her. Her eyes would sparkle and her muzzle would twitch in that feline way the denounced joy before turning back to whatever she was going with her hips and tails swinging side to side.
In the kitchen James and Eleanor were eating breakfast while reading the paper and muttering about whatever caught their attention while Louise mulled around the sink washing up a cup in her paws before setting it in the dish rack and taking hold of a plate. Henry found his servings of pancakes, sausage, and eggs waiting form him on the stove and grabbed it up before sitting with his parents and began eating. There was a comfortable dim around the small titled area as the sounds of munching, chewing, and muttering passed over the entire room until the doorbell rang and Henry perked his ears and looked to his parents. The older couple looked just as curious as their son and Henry shrugged before getting up and going to answer the door.
The hyena butler that was on staff had just opened the front when Henry strolled up and watched a delivery guy hand the older furson a package and then walk away. Jeffery, the butler, gaped for a moment until he shut the door and turned around to see Henry leveling a questioning gaze at him. The hyena stared down at the parcel in his paws and then handed it to the gray coyote.
Name written in elegant cursive on the mailing address the fifteen year old couldn't figure out what was going on until he saw the PDC label on the bottom of the box. Like a flash the young heir was out of the living room and upstairs before Jeffery could blink and the only evidence he had been there at all was the crumpled looking carpet Henry had left in his wake. Shaking his head, the brown spotted hyena went to get the vacuum and begin cleaning up before making a note to himself to check on his young master later.
Henry nearly had a panic attack when he looked at the package's label and saw those three bolded letters on the back. He had forgotten about his little stunt and what was in the parcel within his small paws and thanked heaven for his rapid recollection. It had all been a stupid dare by one of his best friends. Just something teenagers did to be teenagers. Not thinking and rebellious Henry had borrowed his dad's credit card, logged onto the PDC website and bought something on a whim. It was just some sexual enhancement stuff but laying in his hold right now, the item in question felt like dynamite. One misstep and he would be in a world of trouble.
'If Jeffery had looked under this and seen the label... I don't even want to think about! Stupid Alex, goading me into doing this!' Henry clenched his fangs together and growled as he swore to get retribution on the fox that had conned him into buying this thing.
That slick vulpine could talk the devil into doing community service and the coyote was going to make him pay for this if he got in trouble. How, he was uncertain but Henry would still make him pay...
Inside of his room the coyote teen shut his door and carried the package over to his bed and then looked at it. A simple black box covered with thin glossed plastic with embroiled letters on it. Nothing to out of the ordinary save for the three letters that everyone knew about; Printer's Devil Company or PDC for short, the biggest erotic company in the world. The company was known for its exotic items used and distribution around the globe and Henry felt more than a little unease about having something of this nature in his room.
'Stupid Alex and his teasing!' Henry snorted.
Alex was a talkative, excitable, and voyeuristic vulpine and didn't care if anyone knew about it. The fifteen-year-old fox was always wearing clothes to show of his developing body and just loved to caress himself in front of his best friends. Tossing off his shirts onto Henry's muzzle and then touching himself all over while wagging his big, fluffy tail about like it was nobodies business was a common place thing for Alex and he did it every-single-time he came over the coyote's house. Worse was when the other boy would bring his magazines with him and then start to paw off through his clothes while making whining noises and yelps before touching himself directly on his sheath and fondling his groin making wet spots on his shorts.
And of course Alex wouldn't let Henry get away with being uncomfortable whenever he whipped out one of the PDC's magazines and unabashedly talked about what was in them. The other teen would strip off his pants, whip out his sheath from within his boxers and stroke himself until his hard cock was ridged and pulsing with veins before he would tackle Henry to the floor and mock mate with him by humping the coyote's front until he came all over his gray fur. Every time he did so Alex would be left with white sticky cum on his body and his ears laid flat on his head as he tried to not blush.
'Why are we still friends?' Henry thought as he bent his head and tried to recall.
That was until he had remembered all the times other furs would pick on him for being small and Alex would beat them up along side their other friend Justin. The other teen was the same age as his two friends but was a bigger built Labrador.
Justin Davison was a chocolate furred Labrador that stayed on the other side of the neighborhood from either Alex or Henry. While his family was not as wealthy as either the fox's or coyote's, Justin's family was well off and good folks. His father and mother both worked for the state department which often left the young teen alone at times so he was easily coerced by Alex to spend time with Alex or himself. Justin, for the most part, was a shy canine who didn't speak much and didn't have many friends. Reserved to the point of being aloof the lab spent many days by himself working out on a exercise set given to him by his parents at his request.
While Henry was small by nature, and Alex was of normal stature for a fox, Justin beefed himself up by being physical and active. He ran, swam, jogged, wrestled, and exercised every day while going at it for hours at a time. His body had bulked up and since puberty was striking him in the tail his body was growing accustomed to the strenuous activity to the point where not exercising at least an hour a day made the lab feel sluggish and lethargic. It may not have helped but Alex was always touching the lab on his chest and abs while telling him how cute he was and how much he would grow into a well-hung doggy in the next couple of years making Justin blush and wag his tail happily. That was usually the time the fox would get on he knees and sniff and paw at the canine's crotch while licking over his groin causing the sheath hidden inside to thicken and then set his cock free.
As Henry thought about it he wondered if Alex had conned him into getting this growth stimulant stuff just to get the coyote big enough to grope. The Vandermont heir wouldn't doubt it as Alex was very assertive about his wants and tricking someone into doing something for his own benefit was right up the fox's alley. The gray coyote looked at the box and then curled his lips up over his fangs as he thought about his situation. While it might be fun to try and do something like this without his parents finding out, did he really want to?
Alex aside, did he really want to try this stuff out on himself?
Henry gulped before reaching out and taking the wrapped package in his paws and then tearing the plastic off. Dropping the filmy covering to the floor, the young coyote opened the top flap and pulled out a small silver cylinder before letting the box flop to the floor. The container was a foot long with a pop off cap and had that sanitized smell the same as chemical factories did, that made the young furson sneeze. Never minding the smell, Henry opened the cylinder and then shook out a small vial of white liquid with a cork stopper. Nothing outstanding to the naked but then the coyote didn't know what to think. Taking the cork off of the vial Henry lifted the bottle to his lips and then swallowed the stuff down. The taste is sweet, surprisingly and when all of the medicine has been engulfed he tossed the container and glass vial onto his bed and waited.
It was then after taking the enhancer that the Vandermont heir noticed a piece of folded paper on the floor next to the plastic and bent down to pick it up. Unfolding it, Henry looked over the warning label and then a set of instructions. Basic things like one dose per furson, wait three hours for effects to begin and then have fun. Kind of weird to see the last bit in bolded print but Henry shrugged it off and then set about tossing the packaging in his waste bin in his bathroom.
With nothing else to do for the rest of the day the young coyote sat around listening to music on his computer and then played a few video games. He didn't feel any different throughout the entire time; even more perplexing was that Henry didn't feel anything even when the three-hour time limit was up. The coyote sighed and finished off his gaming for the day and then called up Alex to tell the fox that the whole thing was a bust.
"What do mean it didn't work?!" Alex ranted on the other side of the phone line. Clearly the vulpine teen wasn't happy with the situation but Henry felt like he was the one who should really be angry. All that trouble and he didn't have anything to show for it, makes stealing his dad's credit card seem almost worthless.
"Sorry man. Guess it doesn't work on anyone as young as us." Henry couldn't help the slight smirk on his muzzle, as he knew that Alex was in his room having the biggest conniption fit possible.
"Damn it! I was hoping to get to see you with a much bigger dick when I came over with Justin tomorrow. This is a real downer." The vulpine sighed and clicked his teeth together before settling down and talking without seeming so disappointed.
The duo conversed for a long while until Alex had to get off the line and deal with something his parents had called him for. Henry, feeling hungry, went downstairs to the kitchen and then fixed him something before returning to his room and surfing the web for the rest of the day. Dinner was uneventful since James and Eleanor spent most of their with each other in their bedroom and the hired help went about their own duties so there was little conversation and everyone departed for their rooms for the night.
Henry washed up and then went to bed, completely forgetting about the whole PDC thing and not worrying as he snuggled into his covers and drifted off to sleep. However, that didn't mean that the substance still in his system had forgotten about him. The enhancer liquid that Henry had taken was not what he thought it was. An accident at the inventory plant had mixed up the chemical distribution and the little coyote had taken a special brand of nanomachines that were meant to go to the laboratory in another city. The tiny machines were supposed to have gone for testing without setting off suspicion of the higher ups at the company and currently they were filtering through the coyote's blood into every corner of his body and then they began to activate as the teen furson begin to have a nocturnal emission.
As Henry felt his cock rise out of his sheath as he dreamt about a certain red fox and brown furred canine both mounting him from both ends of his body the nanomachines began their work spreading throughout the youth's bloodstream. The tiny machines were specifically built to interact with a furson's natural growth to encourage muscle development and tissue reconstruction. By infiltrating inside of a host body, the nanomachines could reform a furson's structure from the inside while seemingly appearing to the outside eye as a rapid growth. Henry squirmed in his bed as his body grew accustomed to the invaders and then accepted them as they began to work on reconfiguring his body.
The nanomachines worked to repair his damaged or decelerating muscle growth that caused Henry to be as small as he was before destroying the unnecessary and harmful cells in his body that would get in their way. Once that was done, the micro machines worked on creating new cells from the cells already present in the youth's body and then sending them to parts of his body that needed them most desperately to least. As the night went on Henry's lungs, heart, stomach, intestines, and other organs expanded while nerves sent electric signals to his brain stimulating the need for growth and development causing his enlarged body parts to rapidly produce blood and other fluids into his body.
Muscles and tendons contracted and stretched while Henry's skeleton gained definition and hardened beyond the normal density of a regular fursons. While the insides reorganized themselves to fit the larger body part, the nanomachines worked on the outside of the coyote's body producing more skin, fur, and tissue to compensate his growing form. Head, neck, shoulders, arms, paws, and chest filled out first followed then by the lower regions. Muscles that Henry would have never had even in his prime filled out the teen's body and causing him to squirm around more in his bed kicking his covers away. His rapidly expanding body filling his bed to the brink as the coyote rolled around to find comfort in his sleep.
As the top half was widening so to was the lower half as abs, waist, hips, groin, thighs, legs, feet and tail shifted further down from where they were and enlarged. Henry rolled back and forth onto his steadily uncomfortable mattress until he finally rolled over and onto the floor, coming awake. His much heavier body met the floor with a resounding thump that shook the entire room, jolting sleep right out of his system. A gasp tore through the young coyote making him shudder as his body finally came to a halt with its development. Henry got up off of the plush carpet and rose up almost all the way to the top of the ceiling, which was about eight feet tall. His ears brushed against the white painted wall above him before he ducked his head down and began to look down at himself.
Staring down at his body, the coyote could barely recognize himself as he found his body was about eight and a half feet tall, muscles upon muscles under the fur, while his paws and feet looked like they were the size of tires. Arms, legs, and calves were as thick as telephone poles with rope wide veins pumping blood rapidly through them from his enlarged heart. His fur was courser than he imagine as Henry ran his paws over himself to feel if any of this was real and his claws cut into his skin making red appear on his fingers announcing that he was not dreaming. The sharp pain dulled quickly as the gray coyote noticed that his shallow scratch had healed and knitted over itself in an instant.
Gulping, the fifteen year old teen looked at the red stain on his clawed finger and then watched as it dripped down on onto his sheath. Green eyes bulged when Henry noticed how large his sheath was and how heavy his hanging sac felt. His once average sized groin was now enormous as the young furson guessed that his sheath alone was about a foot in length while his twin orbs encased in his pouch of flesh had to be no less than the size of ripe grapefruit. Reaching down to touch himself, Henry grabbed his sheath with his massive right paw and then fingered himself before sliding the tip of one steel like talon inside of his furry tube.
The warmth inside of his cock holder burned against his finger, as the tight and wet insides seemed to almost swallow that digit down and then hold on to it like a glove. Ignoring the feeling for right now, the teen pressed against his soft coyotehood and then arched hips when he felt a bolt of pleasure run up his spine. Pressing down deeper, Henry was gifted a feeling of euphoria as he rubbed over his soft glands and then watched as his sheath bulged out obscenely and his maleness push from his slit with his finger inside of it. It was morbidly fascinating to see the tip of his appendage inside of his cock before his large ears swept over the ceiling and rotated behind him.
"Son, are you al...ri...ght? Ugh?" Henry snatched his claw from his half hard cock and turned to face his dad right and just as he was about to say something Eleanor appeared right next to her hubby.
"Oh hon, leave him alone. I'm sure Henry just doing that boy thing you used to do when you were his age. Dear? Darling? Jason?" Eleanor couldn't figure out what was wrong with her mate until she watched his jet-black muzzle turn towards her and babble something.
"Hen...ry...big...ugh...yeah...he's...uhm..." the older male stuttered as he tried to find the right words before his white furred wife turned to her little boy.
The sight of her son in his current form stilled her blood before she looked down at him and then back up to her face before turning towards her husband.
"Dear, I think we sit down with Henry in his room and talk about this situation after you go and wake up Louise and ask her to bring some coffee and call Ernest." Eleanor's voice was detached as she ordered her husband to go and get help without panicking. Jason nodded his head before waving at his son stupidly and then taking off to find the tiger maid.
"Now as for you. Would you mind setting back and sitting on the floor so that I can come in. The hallway is pretty drafty out here." Henry did as commanded by his mother and watched as the lady of the house went and sat on his bed after making sure she wasn't about to sit in anything.
"Now then, what happened?" Eleanor flicked her ears forward as she wanted to hear about this entire outcome before Jason stumbled back inside.
The gray muscled coyote bent his head down and sighed before explaining things to his mother and then waiting. After the explanation the white coyote breathed a sigh and then looked at her only child.
"You're grounded for two months." Was the first thing out of Eleanor's muzzle before she got up from the bed and went to collect the package container from the waste bin in the bathroom.
Turning the box over, looking at cylinder and the vial, Eleanor nodded her head and sat everything on the side of the bed and then looked at Henry.
"When your uncle gets here let him examine you and then we'll decide what to do next. Also, you will tell your father what you did with his credit card and then I want you stay in this room until we decide what to do next, understood?" Henry felt tears come to his eyes as he looked at his mother and then nodded at her.
"Anything you have to say for yourself?" the white female coyote asked with her arms crossed over her shoulder.
"Thank you!" Henry huffed.
"For what?"
"Not hating me."
"Why would I do that? Just because you did something reprehensible and foolish doesn't mean I would stop loving you Henry." Eleanor stood and walked over to her son before hugging him around his neck.
"I mean about how I look now. You're not mad or scared are you?" Henry's worst fear of being rejected by his parents kept swimming in his head as he cried into his mother's embrace.
"Heaven's no. You're my little boy no matter how you look. A size change doesn't mean much to me, since I can still tan your hide mister! Now you stay here and I'll find your bumbling father." Eleanor dried her son's face on her nightgown and then kissed him on the snout before walking out of his room and going down the hallway.
Henry sighed as he dipped his head down to his chest and thanked god that his mother didn't despise him. While sure that his dad would come around once the shock had kicked out of him, Henry let out the rest of his pent up emotions before putting his paws to his face and then sobbing.
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Title: Friends... with Benefits? Pt. 02
Tags: masturbation, big breasts, cunningilus, oral, woman on top, oral sex
*This is part 2 of Paul and Meg's story. Although it can be read alone, the back story (and phone sex!) appear in part one. I'm new to writing, these stories are the first I've ever written so I welcome any feedback - although please be gentle! Thanks, Minnie x*
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Meg lay in her bed, breathless from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She had just had mind blowing phone sex with her best friend's brother and her legs were still shaking from the force of her orgasm.
"I'm coming over," Paul told her after they had cum together. Meg wondered whether it was a good idea but Paul had already hung up the phone before she could voice her concerns.
"Oh god," she murmured, sliding out of her bed. She slid on her silk short dressing gown and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed and her still damp hair was messy. She looked like a woman who had been fucked senseless. And that's exactly how she felt.
She remembered the sound of his deep voice as he told her what he wanted to do to her. Listening to him stroking his cock for her. The crack in his voice as he told her he was going cum. He had sounded so fucking sexy. She could feel the moisture pooling between legs and her clit started to throb.
She couldn't deny it. She wanted him.
She quickly ran a brush through her hair, conscious it wouldn't take him long to drive down the few streets separating her apartment from his sister's house where he was staying.
She paced up and down, both anxious and excited. What would happen between them? What if he changed his mind? What if it didn't live up to the phone call?
The buzzer to her apartment startled her thoughts. He was here. She quickly buzzed him up and tightened the tie around her dressing gown. There was a knock on the door and taking a deep breath she answered it.
"Hi Meggie," Paul's deep voice rumbled through her body as he leaned casually against the doorway.
"Hi," she murmured, her eyes drinking him in. He had thrown on a casual t-shirt and jeans and his dark eyes were smiling at her. His short dark hair was slightly tousled and she had a sudden urge to run her hands through it.
"Can I come in?" he prompted, interrupting her thoughts.
"Oh god, yes, of course, sorry," she rambled as she took a step back to let him. She closed the door and turned to face him. She wrung her hands nervously, not allowing herself to look at him.
"Meggie, look at me," Paul urged as he stepped closer. He lifted her chin with a finger and brought her gaze to his. She saw the usual twinkle in his eyes but this time there was something else. Something darker.
As she looked up at him she suddenly became aware of how tall he was. Of course she always knew that, but now she could feel his breath on her face, his height and broad muscled body made her feel small and feminine.
Her pulse quickened as she felt his eyes studying her face. His eyes lowered and rested at the opening of her dressing gown, showing just a hint of cleavage. He reached out a finger and traced it over her exposed cleavage.
He reached for her and suddenly his lips were on hers. Her mouth opened below his and she felt his tongue tangle with hers. She felt his hand slide round the back of her neck, holding her there as his mouth hungrily devoured hers. She pressed herself against him, loving the feel of her soft body against his much harder one and felt her nipples tighten in response.
"Ah Meg..." He groaned as he pulled his lips away from hers and began to kiss and lick her neck. His hands found the tie holding her dressing gown together and he deftly undid it. He slid the silk material off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor she was stood before him completely naked.
"Fuck," he groaned as his hands cupped her breasts. He pushed them together and ran his thumbs over her sensitive breasts. "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long," he confessed as he squeezed and played with her breasts. Her head fell back in pleasure as he teased her.
"Bedroom," he muttered and she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her room. When inside, his eyes went to her unmade bed.
"Is there where you were lying when we had our call?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes," Meg confirmed as he pushed her gently to the bed. She was surprised when he didn't join her and instead stood at the end of the bed, his eyes all over her body.
She should probably have felt self conscious but the desire in his eyes gave her confidence.
"Meggie, I need you to touch yourself for me. Like you did on the phone. Play with your breasts for me, baby."
Meg closed her eyes and ran her hands over her breasts. She pushed them together knowing they looked huge when she did that. She ran her fingers over her nipples and squeezed them lightly. She moaned quietly. She had always had sensitive breasts.
She opened her eyes and looked at Paul who had taken off his shirt and was starting to unzip his jeans. God he was ripped. She wanted to run her hands and tongue all over him. Her eyes widened as he pushed down his jeans. He hadn't put on any underwear in his haste to come over, and so as he pushed her jeans down his muscly thighs his impressive cock was revealed.
Meg licked her lips as he took it in his hand. He was huge!
"Meggie I need you to touch your pussy for me. Show me what you did on the phone."
She spread her legs and heard him groan as she let her fingers find her clit. She circled it, feeling her wetness. She brought her other hand to her breast and tugged on her nipple.
"Jesus," Paul hissed through clenched teeth as he slowly stroked his cock. "You look fucking incredible."
Not able to hold back any longer, Paul lowered himself on top of her, supporting his weight on his hands. He kissed her, hard and demanding, making her moan against his mouth. She could feel his cock hard against her and the ache between her legs intensified.
He lowered himself so he could feast on her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipples before sucking one into his mouth. He tugged on it gently with his teeth while using his fingers to stimulate the other. He lifted his mouth and looked up at her.
"Your body drives me crazy. I've wanted to suck and lick your tits for years."
Meg was wriggled restlessly beneath him. Her pussy ached for his touch.
"Paul, please," she whimpered.
He knew what she needed and moved down her body so she could feel his breath on her pussy. She spread her legs wide for him as he settled between them.
"Aw baby. So fucking beautiful. So smooth and wet." Meg could feel his breath against her as he spoke.
Then at last she felt his tongue on her clit. She let out a long moan as he lapped at the tip of her clit, swirling his tongue around it. With a hand on each of her thighs he spread her wider as his tongue probed lower. He slid his tongue inside her and lapped up her juices.
"Oh fuck, Paul. That feels so good," Meg moaned breathlessly. He moved his tongue back over her clit and began to lick and suck on it as his fingers found her soaking wet pussy. He groaned as he slid two fingers straight inside her.
"So fucking tight," he murmured against her clit, the vibrations causing her whole body to shake.
He continued to flick his fingers inside her as he sucked on her clit until Meg came apart against his mouth.
"Paul..." she gasped as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. He kissed her inner thigh before dropping soft open mouthed kisses on her body as he worked his way back to her mouth.
She tasted herself on his tongue as he kissed her and felt his hand slide between their bodies and back to her pussy.
"So fucking beautiful," he groaned as he gently stroked her sensitive flesh.
"Are you ready for me, Meggie?"
"God yes!"
With his hands on her hips he turned then suddenly so she was sat astride him. She ground her wet pussy against him.
"Do your worst," Paul smouldered beneath her as he held her hips in his hands.
She positioned herself above and felt the head of his thick cock against her pussy. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by delicious inch. She closed her eyes as she slowly rotated her hips as she got used to the feel of his huge length inside her.
"Meggie..." Paul hissed between clenched teeth. He gripped her hips but let her control the pace. "You're so fucking tight."
She luxuriated in the feeling of being so completely filled as she slowly lifted up and then slid back down, covering his cock in her wetness. She leant forward and rested her hands on his chest muscles as she clenched around him.
Her movement became quicker as she rocked her hips back and forward, enjoying the friction against her aching clit. She moaned breathlessly as every movement hit the spot. She could feel the tension in Paul's body as she rode him, her hands still on his chest, her breasts squeezed together. He watched her ride his cock with darkened eyes and his jaw clenched, trying hard not to lose control.
"Paul... I'm. Almost. There," Meg panted between each movement.
She felt his grip on her hips tighten.
"Go for it baby. Use my cock. Bring yourself on it. You feel fucking incredible."
He thrust up at her as her movements became quicker and quicker until suddenly she threw her head back and shouted his name as his inner muscles gripped him tight.
Feeling suddenly weak she collapsed again his chest with his cock still rock hard inside her. He wrapped his arms around her spent body and rolled them over so he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs high up his back, urging him on.
"Oh fuck, Meggie!" She felt his control snap as he rocked his cock out of her and slammed it back in. It was his turn now. Her sensitive swollen pussy was greedy for him and gripped him tightly. She had cum three times for him tonight including their amazingly hot phone call and yet that ache, that uncontrollable throb would not go away. Meg had never felt like this before.
She looked up and Paul's face and saw his usual grinning, teasing face was taught with tension, his eyes dark as he groaned her name over and over with every hard thrust.
"Meggie...fuck baby," his voice cracked just as it had during their phone call right before they orgasmed together.
She could do nothing but hold on to him as she felt the first spurt of hot cum inside her. She clenched around him and gripped him tightly as he unloaded inside her.
She moaned his name as he collapsed on top of her, his cock still deep inside her. He rolled to the side to take his weight off her and kissed her gently.
"Wow," he murmured, still catching his breath.
"I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life," Meg admitted with a smile.
"Well, I hope you're ready," he responded, his hand finding her breast.
"For what?" She responded, instinctively arching her back to his touch.
"Round three."
End of part 2.
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Title: Fraternal Twins Pt. 04
Tags: twins, twincest, mother son, mother son incest, milf, older woman, mother, son, family vacation
*This is a copyrighted work by Zeb\_Carter and is not to be duplicated or copied, in part or in whole, to other sites without the explicit authorization from the Zeb\_Carter.*
**Authors Note:** I have received several comments about bring mom into the dynamic of the twins love. Unfortunately, this was already written. Sorry.
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Karen was awakened by loud squeals and laughing coming from Slater's room. The little ones were in the house. Karen sat up waiting for them to invade her room. She heard them as they stomped down the hallway. Then she had three giggling and laughing children climbing all over her. She was laughing so hard she peed herself and had to shoo the children out so she could change.
When she entered the kitchen her mom grabbed her and hugged her tightly. Then it was her dad's turn. He squeezed her tight then let go. She stood on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. Then she was hugging each of the little ones again. They squealed as she tickled them. They went running to their rooms to change so they could go in the lake. Soon, Karen and her mom were alone in the kitchen. Karen smiled at her mom. Slowly walked to her and hugged her once again. Mom kissed Karen on the cheek. Karen kissed her mom on the lips, hard.
"Love you mom," Karen said as she pulled her lips away.
"Love you too sweetheart," Mom said looking at Karen.
Karen looked her right in the eyes. Smiled. Then pressed her lips to her moms once more before turning to go help the little ones with their swimsuits. When the four of them came back through the kitchen, Karen's Mom was still standing where Karen had left her.
"Come on Mom, get your suit on and join us," Karen yelled.
Mon shook her head, smiled at Karen and grabbed a suitcase and headed to the master bedroom. She stripped and put on her very conservative one-piece swimsuit. She grabbed some towels and headed for the door.
Dad was sitting on the porch watching the little ones frolic in the water with their big brother and sister. When mom came out the door he smacked her on the ass.
"Nice suit there Eileen," he said.
"Thank you, dear," she said dropping the towels and headed for the shore where everyone else was.
Before she could get in the water, the little ones were splashing her. She was soaked before even getting her toes wet. She laughed and splashed them back. All of them just had a blast splashing and cavorting about in the shallows. After about an hour of horseplay, the three little ones were exhausted. Mom shooed them up to the porch with their dad for a little rest.
Mom took off for the raft, with Slater and Karen in hot pursuit. She won the race, only because they let her. The three climbed the ladder up to the deck. Karen then dove back in on the opposite side and came back up with the bag full of towels and a blanket.
"What a marvelous idea," Mom said as Slater spread the blanket out on the raft.
The three sat. Slater and Karen on either side of their mom. They all sighed as they dripped dried in the gentle breeze. Slater took his mom's hand in his.
"I really missed you all," he said.
"Me too. I didn't think I would, but I did," Karen said.
"I missed you two also," mom said looking out over the lake. "It's so pretty here. I wish we could live up her year around, but we can't."
"Why not?" Slater asked.
"Well, first of all, it gets too damn cold up here in the winter. Second of all, it gets too damn cold up here in the winter," Mom said laughing.
Slater hugged her to him and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She leaned against him for an instant, then sat up. Slater left his arm around her shoulder. She didn't shrug it off. Then the loud noise of motorcycles filled the air. Slater looked at Karen, then toward the house. He saw the glint from chrome.
"Karen, under the raft, Mom you're with Karen," Slater shouted as he dove into the water and swam at full speed to the short.
"Mom, come on," Karen said pulling her mom over the edge away from the shore.
Mom was trying to talk as she hit the water. She was sputtering and choking as she came to the surface. Karen grabbed her by her suit and pulled her under the raft. Karen found the platform and pulled her mom to it. Mom wasn't surprised by what she stood on. Karen looked at her mom and smiled.
"You finally found it," mom said. "Now what the hell is going on and what about the little ones," she yelled.
"Shhhh. They'll be fine. Slater will take care of everything. Just watch."
They both looked up at the house. The children were nowhere to be seen. Slater stood on the porch leaning against the wall, waiting. Two men came around the corner. They both jumped when Slater said something to them. They both put their hands up and started talking very softly.
"I'm really sorry about my brother again. It seems I'm always apologizing for him."
"Maybe you should stop. Maybe you should let him sit in jail. He and his buddy were going to try rape, my sister, again."
Slater turned toward the lake. He had heard splashing. He watched as his mom and Karen walked up out of the water.
"Maybe you should listen to Slater," Karen said as she stood next to her brother.
"I will young lady. Who it this, your sister?" he asked as Karen mom stood beside Karen.
"I'm their mother, Eileen."
"Well, Eileen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I won't take up any more of your time. Have a nice day," he said, turned and walked around the corner of the house.
"Who is going to explain..."
"I will," Slater said. "Karen why don't you go in and help Dad with the little ones."
Karen smiled at her brother, nodded and went inside.
"Come on Mom, we'll talk on the raft," Slater said heading for the water.
"I don't know...hell," Mom said following her son out to the raft.
When they got settled, Mom looked at Slater. He nodded.
"We were at Sally's for breakfast. There were these two ruffians in a booth make noise and causing trouble for Sally and the cook. He warned them. That's when they noticed Karen and me. They started making crude remarks about Karen. I went over to tell them to shut up and they started to get out of the booth. The first one out I decked. The second one out Karen took out."
"What do you mean she took him out?" Mom asked.
"She kicked him in the nuts," Slater said plainly.
Mom gasped, then started to laugh.
"I bet he didn't get up too fast," she quipped.
"No, he didn't. The sheriff arrived about that time. He shooed them away. I guess they got in more trouble later because he showed up at the house to tell us they got out of jail. Karen and I spend the night in. We put the car in the garage and had all the light off. It wasn't until the next night that they showed up. I don't think they even knew it was where we lived. I think they were just looking for a place to stay and thought the place was empty.
"Anyway, I got the shotgun from the safe and loaded it with..."
"You didn't kill them," Mom said her hand over the mouth and eyes wide.
"No, mom. I would never do that. I loaded the shotgun with the birdshot half loads dad used to teach the little one how to shoot."
"Oh. Okay, continue," mom said.
"They broke in. I told them to get on their knees. They didn't and came toward me, so I shot them."
"Oh dear. How badly where they hurt?"
"Not bad. Hardly pierced the skin."
"Oh, that's good. Are you okay dear?" she asked.
"I am, mom. No sweat. They were animals, so I treated them like animals."
"Oh sweetheart," she sighed and put her arms around her son.
Mom laid her head on his shoulder. Slater laid his head against hers. Slater thought as she hugged him, 'she even smells good all wet.' He moved a little and put his arms around her. She sighed again.
"Mom, I love you," Slater said.
"I love you too honey," Mom said.
They sat that way for a long time. Screaming coming toward them alerted them the little ones were on their way. Smiling Slater and his mom sat up and watched as Dad and Karen herded them in their life jackets to the raft. Slater laughed at them as he moved over by the ladder and helped them up on the raft. He also helped Karen up. She was laughing so hard she could barely move. Dad had gone around to the other ladder.
The little ones settled down hugging Mom and Slater and Karen. Dad sat behind Mom holding her in his arms as she held little Emily in hers. Slater had Troy and Karen held Carl. Everyone just sat looking out over the lake. The little ones looked exhausted and ready for a nap. Actually, Karen and Slater could use a nap. The family sat for about half an hour, just enjoying the feeling of being close and together. Of course, the view was nice too. It was Dad who mentioned he was hungry. The little ones seconded his motion. Mom smiled at everyone as she sighed.
There were now four adults to herd the little ones to shore. It still took a long time as the two boys always tried to get away, but Dad and Salter rounded them up and kept them on course to the house. When they finally got ashore, Mom, Karen, and Slater dried the little ones off, then turned to dry themselves. Mom went in to fix dinner, Karen followed to help her. Slater went in the with the little ones and played with them in the living room. Dad was in his favorite chair watching the little ones and Slater.
"Dinners ready," Mom called out to the exhausted children and her husband.
Dad and Slater herded the kids into the bathroom to wash up. Then they all went out to the kitchen and got in their seats. Mom and Karen were just placing the last of the plates on the table.
"Who says grace?" Mom asked.
"I will," Karen spoke up surprising Mom and Dad. "Our Lord in heaven we thank you for the bounty we have before us. We also thank you for our parents and our brothers and sister, who we love very much. Amen." Karen sighed as she still had her head down. She was still praying to herself. Then she looked up at her brother, Slater. She just stared at him, her lip quivering until Emily patted her hand.
"That was very nice Karen," Emily said, then started eating.
"Thank you, Emily," Karen replied, her eyes filling with tears.
"This is really good Mom," Slater said taking everyone's attention from Karen. She smiled at him and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
The rest of the meal was filled with small take and jokes that the little ones tried to tell. Of course, everyone laughed at them even if they messed up the punch line. After dinner, Slater volunteered to help Mom clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. Karen nodded at him and took the little ones into the living room to play. Dad sat at the table still nibbling at his plate. He hadn't eaten much. But that could have been because he had a big lunch. Slater just watched him while he helped his Mom.
Dad finally pushed away from the table with a sadness in his eyes that Slater had never seen before. He went into the living room and sat in his chair. He did smile as he watched the kids and Karen horse around.
"Mom?" Slater asked.
"Yes dear," she replied.
"Is Dad all right?"
Mom froze where she was. Her shoulders started to shake.
"Mom are you okay?" She bowed her head, taking a deep breath. She looked at her handsome son.
"I'm fine sweetheart, but your father...your father is...sick."
"How sick, Mom?"
"Ah...can we talk about this after he goes to sleep? I need to tell you and Karen together."
"Sure, Mom, I can wait," Slater said, putting his arm around his mother's shoulders.
"Thank you, sweetheart," she replied, pressing herself against her son. "Come on, we're almost finished here."
"Sure, Mom," Slater said, letting go of her and helping her finish up.
An hour later, Mom and Karen got the little ones ready for bed. Karen, still dressed in her bikini, took Emily in the shower and helped her wash her hair. When Emily was done, Karen shooed her out and did hers. When she came out, the boys were waiting to get in.
"Geez, women," Troy said disgustedly.
Slater and Karen looked at him and laughed. Then Karen swatted his little butt. He mocks screaming as she didn't swat him all that hard. She was about to swat him again when he just scooted through the door into the bathroom. Slater and Carl were chuckling as they went into the bathroom. Slater helped the two boys wash in the shower and then shooed them out and took his trunks off. He showered and was just finishing when the water went cold.
Slater dried off and went in search of his Mom. He found her in the boy's room, tucking them in.
"Mom, there won't be any hot water for at least an hour. Sorry."
"That's okay, I'll be up until then anyway," she replied leaning down and kissing Carl on the forehead.
Slater nodded and headed for his small room. The house wasn't all that big, but he got a small room to himself, while Karen shared a room with Emily. He smiled as he closed the door and dropped the towel to the floor. He slipped on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He shoved his feet into his sandals, picked up the towel and went to hang it up in the bathroom. Then he went out in the living room. When he got there he found his father dozing off in his chair. Slater smiled and sat quietly on the couch. The exact spot where his cum had oozed out of his sister all those nights they had fucked on that particular piece of furniture.
He was still softly chuckling when Karen showed up after putting Emily in bed. She sat next to him and smiled at her dad. Slater just shook his head at her. She looked at him a frown on her pretty face. Slater shrugged, then mouthed "Mom" at his sister. She nodded. Their Mom came out from saying goodnight to the little ones. She smiled at her husband, then closed her eyes tight and stood there a grimace on her face. Slater rose and went to her. She leaned into him when she felt his arms around her. She nodded at him as she opened her eyes.
"Jordan, honey," Mom said shaking her husband. "Jordan, please wake up."
"Huh! What?" Dad croaked opening his eyes and looking around. When he spotted Mom he smiled looking up at her with love in his eyes. Karen sighed.
"It's time for bed, dear," Mom said reaching her hand down to help him up.
"Oh, yes, so it is, thank you. The last time I slept in that chair I had a crick in my neck that hurt for a week."
Karen giggled, Slater chuckled, Mom just nodded at him as he struggled to his feet. Slater stepped up and helped his Mom. She smiled at him, nodding. The three of them walked down the hall to the master bedroom. Slater helped his dad to bed. He sat up, pulled his t-shirt off, then lay down on his side. Mom leaned over kissing him on the cheek.
"G'night dear, I love you," she said.
"Love you too, dear, 'night," Dad replied closing his eyes. He was snoring before they got to the door
Mom closed the door softly. She turned to Slater and collapsed into his arms. Slater picked her up and carried her to the living room. Karen jumped up when she saw her mother in Slater's arms. Slater set her down on the couch. She sat up, breathing softly.
"Thank you, dear," she said looking up at Slater with tears in her eyes.
Slater sat down next to her and pulled her to him, hugging her gently. Karen sat on the other side of her mother rubbing her shoulder.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Karen asked. "I noticed earlier that you weren't yourself."
"Children..." she said closing her eyes. "Oh my god, how do I tell you? Your father is dying. He has about a month left..." she said breaking down after she told them.
Slater just held her while she sobbed. Karen was crying too, now. He was a little teary too, but he had to remain strong for his mother. Eileen was shaking with sobs as tears flowed down her cheeks. Karen was leaning on her crying and trying to comfort her at the same time. Slater just held her as she squeezed him, hard. For fifteen minutes they sat there crying and hugging.
"All right, I have to tell you two. The little ones don't know and we don't want them to know until...until...after. I promised Jordan...your dad. He has cancer, stage four lung cancer. He doesn't what Chemo, it won't do any good anyway and he doesn't want to go through all the pain and suffering," Mom said watching her children.
"How?" Karen asked. Her father was a nonsmoker.
"Just one of those things, the doctors say. He is in pain most of the time. He takes a painkiller, but it makes him drowsy all the time. So he struggles to stay awake. Oh god," Mom said crying again.
Slater still held her, he too was now crying, Karen was crying. The three of them sat there a good half hour. Then Mom pushed Slater away and she sat up straight. Her face was all red, her eyes were red. Karen's arms snaked around Mom's body. She hugged her mother hard.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," Karen said kissing her on the cheek.
"Thank you, dear," Mom said placing an arm on Karen's shoulders.
"Me too, Mom," Slater said.
"Thank you, Slater. God, you have been such a good kid. I just adore you, dear."
"Thank you, mom," Slater said hugging his mother. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Mom," Karen said.
"Oh my sweet little girl, I love you so much," Mom said kissing Karen on the cheek.
They were all crying again, hugging together. Ten minutes it took for them to settle down so they could talk. Slater let go of his Mom. Karen let go of her too. They all sat back on the couch, exhausted. They sat there staring up at the ceiling for a long time. Slater dropped his head staring down at his legs. He noticed his Mom's legs. Her skirt had ridden up to show a lot of thigh. He looked up farther, she had her head back, eyes closed. She was holding Karen's hand. Karen's head was on her shoulder. Karen's eyes were closed.
Reaching over, Slater took a hold of his mother skirt hem and pulled it down her thighs. Her head snapped up immediately. She watched her son as he covered her legs. Slater watched her as she watched his hand. Reaching up, Mom took hold of Slater's head and pulled his lips to hers. Slater kissed his mother, with all the love and passion he felt for her. She kissed him back, hard. Mom moaned. Karen lifted her head from her mother's shoulder. She watched as they kissed. Then she got up as slowly as possible and retreated to her and Emily's room.
Slater pulled his Mom against him. He had felt Karen leave. He was overjoyed he had his mother to himself. She kissed him a long, long time. Her breathing was rapid and harsh. Her body was shaking, her arms were around him now, pulling him to her. Slater couldn't help himself as one of his hands moved to her breast. She sighed as he touched her. He squeezed, she moaned. Then her breath exploded from her lungs and she was pushing Slater away from her. She was panting, trying to fill her labored lungs.
She looked up at Slater. Her face was a mask of lust. Her eyes full of wonder. Then she was kissing her son and forcing her tongue into his mouth. Slater was the one whose lungs exploded this time. She was sucking air through her nose not wanting to pull his lips from hers. They kissed even longer this time. Slater now had his hand up her skirt, running his fingers over her panty covered pussy. She was shaking and shivering.
"Oh god," croaked Mom. "My god. No. We...we shouldn't...be...oh god yes."
Slater pressed his lip to hers. He now had a finger on her clit, gently moving it around and over her pleasure spot. Mom's hips started to buck as her son kissed and made her shiver with pleasure. Then she was screaming into his mouth. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Hard. She was stiff as a board. Only her legs were shaking as she held them out straight in front of her. Slater pulled his hand away from her crotch. He pulled his lips from hers, looking down at her beautiful face. She looked so much like Karen, but more mature.
"We shouldn't," Mom said.
"Shouldn't what, Mom?" Slater asked.
"Oh god...you're going to make me say it, aren't you?"
Slater smiled, then pressed his lips gently to hers. She sighed at their lips touching, she kissed him back.
"We can't, not here," she said pushing him back.
"Okay. How about out on the raft?"
"Oh god," his Mom said sighing. "No, not tonight, not ever son."
"I love you mom," said Slater as he squeezed her breast.
"Oh my god, no, no, this is so wrong son, so wrong," Eileen uttered then sighed in surrender.
She pulled her son's lips to hers kissing him fiercely. Her arms snaked up around his neck. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her breast. She was under his spell and she knew it, she had known it since this afternoon, out on the raft. Slater pulled his lips away from hers. He stood, looking down at her beautiful face, he took her hand and pulled her up next to him.
"Where?" she asked.
"My room," he said leading the way.
She just nodded as she followed him. In his tiny room, with only a twin size bed there wasn't much room. He closed the door, almost pushing his mother down on the floor. He spun and caught her before she fell. He pressed his lips once more to hers. She clung to him as she kissed him back. He was so strong. So handsome, so much like his father was at his age. She moaned as she felt him unbutton her dress. Once it was unbuttoned, she dropped her arms to let it float to the ground. She was now just in her panties.
Slater moved his mouth down to his mother's nipple. He sucked gently. She held his head as she watched him suckle at her breast once again. Moaning she closed her eyes as her body shook with pleasure and lust. She also couldn't believe she was letting her son see her almost naked, let alone suck on her tit. She moaned as he gently bit down on her nipple with his teeth. She watched as he slowly sank to his knees, pushed his nose against her pussy and sniffed deeply of her scent. She sighed as he grabbed the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. When her shaved pussy appeared, Slater kissed it, his tongue came out and licked the hood of her clit. She shivered as her panties fell to the floor. She pulled her feet from her sandals and now she was completely naked for her son.
"How long has it been?" Slater asked looking up into Eileen's eyes.
"Too long...oh god, six months, your father's meds keep him from getting erect."
She closed her eyes as she sighed for telling him that. Why was she letting him do this to her? Why not? She was on the pill. There is no chance of her getting pregnant. Why not enjoy her son, before he goes off to college. Slater moved her so she was now laying on his bed. He had pulled the covers back so she was on the clean sheets he had put on yesterday. Eileen closed her eyes as her son undressed next to the bed. She wanted to look, but couldn't bring herself too...yet. She felt him kneel at the foot of the small bed. His hands were then between her thighs, pushing them apart. Eileen let him. He could now see her most private of privates.
"God you're so beautiful," Slater whispered.
"Oh god," Eileen croaked.
When his tongue touched her labia, Eileen jerked and almost screamed. She brought her arm up and put it in her mouth as Slater started to suck and lick her pussy. She was coming when his tongue touched her hooded clit. She loved to have her pussy eaten, but Jordan was even unable to do that to her now. He has stopped quite some time ago. She was biting down on her arm to keep from waking the whole house. Slater was now pushing his stiff tongue into his mom's vagina as far as he could. She was screaming and biting her arm to muffle the sound. He kept licking her. He kept sucking up her juices as they flowed out of her wonderful body.
"No more, please Slater, no more, oh god I coming," Eileen growled softly at her son.
Slater pulled his mouth from his mother's pussy. He looked down at her as he knelt between her spread legs. She was so beautiful. Leaning forward he to a nipple into his mouth. She sucked gently. She cooed at him softly as she came down from her orgasm. He alternated between her two nipples, gently sucking and nibbling at them.
"Oh god, that feels so good," Eileen said to her son holding his head to her chest.
He moved a little and she felt his hard cock touch her thigh. She shivered, jerked and groaned as it did. Reaching down between them, she grabbed his cock in her petite hand. He was huge. She was a little shocked at his size. From who did the gene for this come from, her or her husband. She moaned as she pressed it against her opening. She was so wet that Slater didn't even have to push, it just slipped in all on its own. Eileen sighed as he filled her up, all the way to her cervix. Her husband was a good sized but had never filled her so full.
"Oh Mom, that feels wonderful," Slater whispered in her ear.
"Oh god, you are so big," Eileen croaked.
They lay there, coupled together, just enjoying the feel of each other. Slater moaned in his mother's ear.
"Well, are you going to make love to me or just lay there with you wonderful dick in my sloppy old pussy," Eileen whispered in his ear.
"I'm just going to enjoy the feel of your wonderful pussy for as long as my dick will stay hard. Last time I did this it stayed hard for three days," he growled chuckling.
"You shouldn't lie to your mother," Eileen said softly.
"You're right it was only eight hours."
Slater pulled out halfway, then slipped in slowly until he was all the way inside his mother's hot pussy. He did it over and over. His mother was groaning each time he slid inside her body. She moaned each time he retreated from her. He was slowly speeding up until he was soon pounding into her body hard and fast. Eileen was biting her son's shoulder and screaming. Her screams were muffled by Slater's flesh. In and out, his cock slammed her pussy. He was fast getting to the point of no return. His mother was already there, screaming her orgasms into his neck as she bit down on his flesh. He would have a mark there tomorrow. Then he slammed his face into his pillow and roared his pleasure as his semen flowed up his cock shooting out of the end and filling his mother's womb with his seed.
He was shaking as he pressed into her as far as he could. Eileen was shaking and shivering as she felt her son's seed fill her and warm her belly. Her mind was reeling with the pleasure she felt. It was also reeling with the guilt she felt for doing this with her son. 'Oh my god,' she thought as she started to calm down. But it had felt so good.
"Oh god," she whispered. "You...you are my son. We should never have done this. Oh my god, what you must think of me?"
"I love you, mom. I really, really, love you." Slater was still shaking as he told her.
"I love you too, but not like this...this is so wrong...my god, I let my son fuck the shit out of me. Fuck it was so good too." Then Eileen was crying. Her heart was torn, her mind was torn. She didn't know what to do, but she found herself holding on to her son, hoping he would stay on top of her just a little bit longer.
"Then why does it feel so right," Slater said softly as he pulsed his cock inside his mother.
"Oh god, don't do that. You'll have me screaming again."
"Karen wants you too."
Eileen just lay there, shocked out of her mind by what Slater had just told her.
"What?" she asked even though she had heard him the first time. She felt her pussy constrict at the thought of Karen.
"Karen wants to make love to you too." Slater felt his mom's pussy constrict around him when he told her again. He smiled.
"Oh god," Eileen was having another orgasm. She could feel her son's cock, it was still hard. "Fuck me again dear, please I need to cum again."
Slater was still hard, he wasn't surprised by this. Instead, he was glad that he was. His mom was so hot. So sexy. So wonderful to be inside her. He pulled out, then slid slowly back into her body. He groaned at the feeling. His mother sighed with contentment.
"We shouldn't, oh god, but it feels so good." Eileen was once again biting her son's shoulder. She could feel his lips on her neck. He wasn't sucking, just kissing her. She shivered at his touch. Her breasts were smashed by his body on top of hers. Eileen was having small little orgasms that were ripping her insides out. She wanted to scream to the world her love for her son, but couldn't now. Now she had to shudder in silence in order to keep everyone in the house from knowing what a slut mother she was.
Slater slowly made love to his mother. He loved the way she felt around his hard cock. As he pushed into her, her pussy would grab him when he hit bottom and hold him as he pulled out. He just knew he was almost turning her inside out. And it felt so good he was close to once again filling her with his seed. He slammed into her hard. His cock pulsed and pulsed as he his ropes of semen filled his mother once more.
"Oh god," Eileen growled as she felt her son's cock pulse inside her body. "Oh my god, I'm coming...so good, so good baby. Oh my god. You fuck me so good." Then she was biting Slater's shoulder and shaking violently. Slater held her.
"God I love you so much," he whispered in her ear.
Still shaking with one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had, she started to cry. Slater heard her sobs and moved off her. She held onto him so he couldn't get away. But he wasn't going anywhere, just next to her so he could kiss her lips. She was kissing him back with all the passion in her body. God she loved him. So much. More than she should. In a different way than she should. She was so ashamed of herself. She was such a fucking whore and a slut.
"I have to go clean up," she said pushing Slater away. "We'll talk about this tomorrow." She gathers her clothes and opened his door. Looking out she rushed across the hall into the bathroom.
She left Slater's door open. He saw the light in the bathroom come on. He heard the water running in the shower. Then he saw a shadow cross the bright light from under the bathroom door. Then his door was closing and his sister was climbing into bed with him. He smiled at her. She kissed him and snuggled up to him.
"Was she good?" Karen asked softly.
"She was wonderful," Slater gasped.
"Good. Did she like it?"
"Yes and no. She feels a lot of guilt for letting me fuck her, but she really, enjoyed me fucking her."
"I figured that would happen. Did you tell her I wanted her too?"
"I did."
"What did she say?"
"Fuck me again."
"Oh. Wow. When do you think I should approach her?"
"Not for a day or two. She is upset and relaxed all at the same time. Just be easy with her. Don't push. Let things happen like they did with me tonight. And thank you for leaving. If you would have stayed I don't think she would have..."
"I figured that too."
"Are you staying here or going back to your bed?" Slater asked his sister.
"As soon as mom is out of the bathroom...oops, there she goes. See you in the morning sweetheart." She kissed her brother hard. Then was gone. She left the door open on her way out. Reaching down to the floor, Slater pulled his shorts up and put them on.
Rolling over he closed his eyes. 'Tomorrow should be interesting,' he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
**To be continued...**
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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, first person, magic
Text: I checked my watch one final time: one minute to go. As I pulled my hair back beneath my gray beanie, I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I didn't usually get too nervous before jobs, but this one promised to be a special challenge, even for a thief with my... unusual skillset.
The digital display on my watch flashed as I adjusted my satchel and tightened my gloves: show time. Straightening against the shadowed pillar, I drew in my mind's eye a three-dimensional blueprint of the vault. My fingers shaped symbols in the air, and, steeling myself, I uttered the short incantation.
There surrounded me a sensation of between, bitter cold mixed with deafening gusts of blackness. It lasted but a moment, yet seemed to stretch on indefinitely, to the point where I wondered if I would reach my destination. But finally, the tumult died down, and I reentered the universe with a jolt.
It is difficult to describe the experience of teleportation. No words can really do justice to the space between point A and point B, and there is no real precedent for what happens when you get there. First there is a FWOOMP! of displaced air, and then an immediate and overwhelming sensation of fullness, as if your lungs, stomach, and intestines have all reached their capacity. Along with the fullness is the hug of fabric that doesn't fit quite so perfectly anymore, and extreme vertigo that borders on nausea for a few moments before subsiding. The cramped pressure inside your body improves as high concentrations of air flow toward low concentrations, and the system reaches equilibrium. In practice, it involves quite a bit of belching and flatulence.
I did a quick bit of fiddling with my sweater and pants to relieve the various tight spots. My body, now at twice its normal volume, looked significantly plumper than it had mere moments before, outside the gates. I couldn't help but take a moment to run my hands across the assorted new curves. Another belch found its way out of my mouth. Blushing, I finally composed myself and took a look at where I was.
The vault was maybe ten feet by fifteen, and lined on all sides with drawers and glass cases, each containing a treasure of some sort. All were undoubtedly valuable, but my principal aim was not money. I like to steal things that are one of a kind. Special. Powerful. And tonight, I had my eye set on a very special prize. Which was a bit of a problem, considering that, as I examined every case and opened every drawer in the entire vault, I couldn't seem to find it.
A twinge of panic began to stir in my bloated gut. The mansion had dozens of rooms; if the amulet wasn't here, then it could take hours to determine its true location. I did, luckily, have hours. That wasn't the problem, however. The problem was that I was locked inside a vault that couldn't be opened from within.
I brushed some renegade locks of hair back under my beanie. At the moment, I had two options: teleport outside the vault and explore the rest of the dimly-lit, security-patrolled mansion, or abort the mission. My judgement was perhaps a bit skewed by adrenaline, but I really wanted that damn amulet. Sighing, I visualized the hallway outside the vault, twiddled out the hand signals, and uttered the incantation.
The between was shorter this time around, but the instant expansion made my eyes bug out. The outrageous pressure was exacerbated by the fact that I had to hold in the air to keep silent while I scoped out the areas adjacent to me. Only when I had determined the coast was clear did I let out a long, muted belch. My intestines squirmed uncomfortably, but I was too nervous to relieve the pressure, or too prudent—I am a lady, after all.
Moonlight shone through a large picture window not too far away from me. In the dimness, I could see my startlingly enlarged breasts peeking out the top of my sweater. I probably looked pregnant with a whole batch of extra-large fetuses. I put a hand to my face: even my lips seemed a smidge fuller.
I made my way as stealthily as I could down the hallway. If my mental map was correct, I should be heading toward the next likeliest spot: the study. Doorframe after doorframe passed—how many rooms were there in this damn house?—and I heard nothing but my own very quiet breath, and the occasional gurgle as my abdomen complained about the pressure. Finally, I arrived at Door #1.
My panties dug into the cleft of my buttocks as I knelt down and removed the lockpick kit from my satchel. The door was ancient, probably solid oak, but the lock was brand new. This could take a little while.
I had been at it for probably a good ten minutes when I heard footsteps echoing softly down the hall. In the darkness, I was concealed, but as I gazed down the rows of shafted moonlight toward the sound, I made out the figure of a guard strolling sedately toward me. I had very little time.
The lock continued to defy my attempts at breaching the study. The guard drew closer. My breathing grew faster, and I feared he might hear it. I had no alternative. Yanking out the tools and tossing them back in my satchel, I shut my eyes, waved my fingers, and whispered the incantation.
I was instantly inside the pitch-black study, and instantly consumed by unbearable fullness. I wanted nothing more than to let it all out in an explosion of bodily gas release, but I mustered every ounce of strength to hold it in. My eyes watered as I listened for the guard to walk by the door. All the while, I dreaded that he might be able to hear the storm of thunderous noises emanating from my midsection. I was startled by a sudden pop as my navel became convex.
An eternity passed, and the footsteps died away. Exhaling gratefully, I allowed my body to relax, and discovered to my horror that the air had apparently lodged itself quite irretrievably within my gut. The pressure remained almost debilitating, but it now had no outlet.
That amulet had better be in here.
I rummaged around in my satchel, struggling to reach it with both hands around my rotund stomach, and pulled out a flashlight. The bright beam ignited the opposite wall, and in the ambient glow, I beheld the astonishing expanse of my body. If I had to guess, my bust was nearing a foot and a half across, and my belly a bit less than twice that. Neither was much contained by my sweater. My ass felt cinched by a pair of panties that would now probably fit someone twice my normal size easily. My face felt pudgy; I probably had dimples now, and big pouty lips. I was forced to waddle as I searched the room.
All four walls were lined with towering bookcases; in one corner I bounced against a massive armchair, accompanied by an embroidered lamp. There were more than just books on the shelves, and as I looked, my eyes fell upon a bust of some Greek deity—Pallas, no doubt—around whose neck there rested a pendant. My heart skipped a beat. The amulet! Just sitting there, with no locks, no vaults, not even a good dusting. The last artifact of an ancient mystical order, said to channel the forces of nature and give its wearer power over birds and beasts, and here it was, a knicknack in some rich fool's study. It seemed almost pathetically easy.
I grabbed the amulet and gently placed it in a velvet pouch, which I then stowed in my satchel. The job was nearly complete, with only a few minor complications, if waddling around like an overstuffed beanbag for a few days counted as minor. I composed myself with a grin, secured the strap of my satchel securely across my front, and cast the spell one last time.
I materialized outside the gates, concealed once more behind a brick pillar. Or, partially concealed, at least. As the vertigo subsided and I adjusted to the unbelievable pressure raging within me, I did a quick mental calculation. Each teleportation displaced my current volume in air, which would double my volume with each casting. After four teleportations, I was sixteen times my original volume. I couldn't see much past the beachball-sized globes of my breasts, but I knew I must look absolutely ridiculous. I had to be nearly as wide as I was tall. Moving around, I discovered with some consternation that my legs would barely bend, forced rigid by the inconcievable amount of air lodged inside them. My arms were not much better by comparison. Cold air in unexpected places signaled that my wardrobe had malfuctioned rather irretrievably. Frankly, I was surprised it had held out this long.
If the futility of my situation hadn't yet become apparent, it was quickly brought home to me when my first attempt at walking resulted in a fall that ended—much too quickly—with a rubbery bounce. I was stuck, eyes gazing up at the stars.
There followed several mortifying minutes of Sisyphean struggle as I variously rolled, rocked, and bobbed to and fro in an attempt to right myself. I was ultimately forced to accept that I was not going anywhere.
As my breathing, quickened by the exertion, grew calmer, I heard the tread of a leather boot. I couldn't know who it was, but probability indicated that it wasn't someone I wanted to run into in my present state. I was terrified; I seriously doubted my body's ability to withstand another teleportation. The pressure was already so intense. But the footsteps grew closer, and finally, clenching shut my eyes, I pictured my living room, twiddled my fingers, and mumbled the incantation through swollen lips.
I very nearly passed out from the pressure. It stretched my body in all directions, forcing its way into every corner, every crevice. It was fullness beyond reason, like the entire universe was crammed into me. Never again will I look at a balloon without shuddering. I truthfully thought I was going to explode.
My stomach gave a gurgle, and then a rush of gas burst from between my puckered lips. A similar gust exited my rear. I blushed, but only half-heartedly; already I felt indescribably better.
My clothes had said their last goodbyes, and now lay in tatters on the floor around me. The satchel strap had torn, and the bag's contents were now strewn across the carpet; I spied the velvet pouch, and the unmistakeable bulge inside it. My treasure was safe.
I examined my current state. It was of course impossible to tell for certain, but I seemed to be altogether rotund. Nothing more than a ball seated gently upon the floor. Swollen hands and feet wiggled stiffly at far removed points, sunken into divots on my drum-tight surface. Beyond the canyon that comprised my cleavage, I saw little except a horizon of pale, shiny skin, too taut to raise goose-pimples despite the cold air. I could feel my crotch rubbing against the carpet, inflated past my feet. My cheeks were comically engorged, and my lips were puffed so full that I couldn't speak. Mobility, at least attemptable before, was now an impossibility; my efforts rewarded me with nothing more than a gentle wobble.
Oh, well. It would be at least a day before I could even attempt to move around, and another week or so before I'd be in any condition to go out. Until then, I could afford to relax.
Another belch rolled up my esophagus. I let it escape through my nose. My body cushioned itself against the floor, and despite myself, I felt my eyes grow heavy. Sleep would be a welcome reprieve, though I'd no doubt be hungry when I woke up. Oh, well. That could wait. For now, I was satisfied.
I had my trinket.
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bodyinflation
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Title: Compressions and Rarefactions chapter 4/4 by FuzzWolf
Tags: Anal, Ejaculation, Fox, M/M, Romance, Rough, Striptease, Wolf
Compressions and Rarefactions By FuzzWolf Chapter 4
Story, Trevor and Sinclair © FuzzWolf 2003, Darkie is © his player. \*This story is of an adult nature and shouldn't be read by minors.\* Please comment!
Sinclair sighed as he sat down. He twitched his ears to get the water out as he tied his robe closed. After bringing Darkie back to the Raven and to his Mistress, he'd come home and taken a shower. Now, it was time to relax a bit. He smiled as he took a swig of water and wondered how Trevor's night had gone with Bunny. He expected he'd get an e-mail from the fox in the morning about it. Poor Trevor would probably be so exhausted; he'd just go home to bed.
The wolf looked up as he heard a knock at the door. He grunted as he heaved himself out of his comfortable chair. Sinclair glanced at the clock as he unlocked the door. He wondered who the hell was coming by this late.
"Hi wolfie," Trevor beamed as the door opened.
"Hey, I'm surprised to see you," Sinclair replied as he stepped aside to let the fox in. "I would have thought you'd go home and collapse."
"Nah," Trevor shrugged off his jacket, "I wanted to see ya. In fact, I was hoping I could spend the night." He turned to look at Sinclair as the wolf was closing the door. "If you don't mind, wolfie."
Sinclair smiled, feeling a stirring in his sheath for a moment.
"I was thinking of going to bed, but I'm not that tired," he replied with a grin.
"Heh, evil wolf," Trevor smiled as he kicked off his shoes.
By now, Sinclair had crossed the gap between them and was gently caressing Trevor's shoulders. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in his scent. Trevor sighed and leaned back against him.
"You know, people think we're mates," he said thoughtfully, almost to himself.
"Really?" Sinclair paused for a moment, "That's funny, eh?"
Trevor was silent for a moment, just thinking and enjoying the warmth of his frequent bed-mate against him.
"Yeah, I guess it is," he smiled and made his way into the living room, slowly unbuckling his belt as he walked.
Sinclair walked past him and sat down on the couch. The fox turned and looked at him curiously.
"I want a good seat for the show, foxie."
Trevor smiled, "Oh, you want a show hmm?"
The wolf licked his lips, grinning as wolfishly as possible. "You know it foxie."
"Say the magic words then," Trevor leaned forward, his paws on his knees. He grinned and swayed his hips slightly.
Sinclair's expression hardened, "Strip now, fox." He ordered with a steely tone.
"Oooh, yes sir," Trevor moaned, his foxcock throbbed with lust as he felt the wonderful submissive feelings wash over him.
The slim fox began by running his paws slowly up his leather-clad thighs and over the growing bulge at his groin; he whined softly and squeezed himself through his pants. He grinned, knowing what this was doing to the watching wolf. He ran his paws up over his chest and stretched his arms out, posing a little. Trevor started with his shirt. He gripped the bottom of it and slowly pulled it up, peeling the tight shirt off like a second skin. He saw Sinclair exhale suddenly as he revealed the fluffy white fur of his trim belly. He removed the rest of his shirt slowly, making sure to give his nipples a little tweak as he raised it over his chest. Next he pulled it over his head, shaking his head so his headfur got ruffled around as the shirt slipped down one arm. Trevor dangled it from his fingertips for a moment before it dropped silently to the floor.
Next, the sultry vulpine ran his paws over his bare chest and belly, again moving down to caress the outline of his sheath when he reached his pants. He turned around and bent over, running his paws up the backs of his thighs and over his perfectly round rump. He looked behind him while raising his tail.
"Like what you see, sir?"
Sinclair growled from the couch. "You naughty little foxslut, just wait till you get over here."
Trevor smiled wickedly and ran his fingertips over his crack, clearly visible through the tight leather pants. Next, he began to work at the lacings on the front of his pants. His nervous fingers opened them up quickly and he felt the leather loosen around his waist. Trevor closed his eyes and slowly lowered his pants. He gasped a little as his tail slipped free and he felt the cool air on his bare rear. He let the pants down just enough to reveal his red-furred rump. He bent over and spread his legs, knowing that dominant males found the little bit of white fur that ran up between his cheeks and under his tail to be very alluring. He smiled as he imagined Sinclair's cock, aching and hard inside that loose robe.
He turned slowly, standing up straight again. He still held his pants up with one paw so they covered his groin. He leaned back a little, making his crotch jut out towards his audience. With a sly vulpine grin, Trevor slowly moved his paw aside, holding his pants at their sides. The thick tip of his hard foxcock was now visible. He slipped his pants down the rest of the way. They made a soft thump as they hit the floor and pooled around his ankles. He stood there a moment, fully revealed. He leaned his shoulders back a little and cupped his white-furred balls in one paw. Trevor moaned a little as he rolled them around and squeezed his long, thick shaft with his other paw. He was surprised at how aroused he was so soon after an intense yiff. His foxcock was already leaking precum. He stepped out of his pants, being sure to turn his legs so they fully revealed the insides of his slender thighs.
"Good boy," Sinclair said softly, "Now come here, little fox."
Trevor put his head down, looking up at his master with his bright green eyes, and walked slowly towards the wolf on the couch.
Sinclair took Trevor's paw gently in his and leaned up as he gently pulled the fox close to him. He whispered softly in the fox's ear.
"Get over my knee foxie."
Trevor moaned, the very sound of the wolf's voice made his body quiver with pleasure. "Yes, sir," he barely whispered as he laid down over the wolf's strong lap. He sighed with complete contentment once he felt the familiar feel of Sinclair's strong thighs under his naked body. He felt incredibly vulnerable lying bare to his fur over the lap of a powerful predator who could do anything he wanted to him, and he loved it. Strangely, he always felt safe like this. The wolf's scent was all around him, it was a thick, masculine smell that drove him wild with desire and calmed his wildness at the same time. He knew this wolf would never hurt him. He knew Sinclair would spank his bottom till it glowed as red as his fur, he would mount him hard, fast and deep with his perfect lupine cock and tie him with his thick knot, but he would never do anything he didn't want to happen. In some subconscious way, Trevor realized he could spend forever lying over this wolf's knee and be perfectly happy and safe.
Sinclair looked down at the wonder of vulpine beauty lying over him. He saw Trevor differently in the dim half-light of his apartment. He began to gently caress Trevor's back, softly scritching with his claws. He smiled as the little fox moaned softly. He realized he had been gently caressing Trevor's fur for a long time now. Normally, in this position, he'd have had the urge to give that gorgeous rump a few good slaps to warm it up by now. He felt differently tonight though and he couldn't place why. He opened his muzzle, about to speak, but not sure what to say.
"Trevor-"
"Mmm, this feels good wolfie," Trevor mumbled sleepily as he nuzzled at Sinclair's leg.
Sinclair smiled down at Trevor again, moving down a little farther and beginning to gently caress his rump. Trevor sighed happily and raised his tail a little. Sinclair wondered if he meant to do that or if it was instinctual as he continued to rub and scritch the little fox's rear. He ran one finger slowly along the white fur that ran between Trevor's cheeks. Trevor moaned again, his body shivering. The big wolf sighed as he felt the fox's rock hard erection rubbing against his thigh.
"Trevor...I," he started to say when the fox turned and looked up at him with a dreamy expression.
"What is it wolfie?"
That was when Sinclair did something the fox wasn't expecting. He picked the smaller canid up and kissed him full on the muzzle. Trevor was surprised for a moment, but soon moaned and parted his lips, opening himself up for the wolf's deep kiss. He felt his lupine lover moving him. Soon, he was crouching over Sinclair's legs. He reached inside the wolf's robe as they kissed. Trevor's soft paws scritched and caressed the wolf's broad chest, instinctively moving down to part the loose robe.
Both furs moaned and growled gently as Sinclair's robe opened and they felt their bodies against each other suddenly. Sinclair ran his paws up and down Trevor's back as the fox rubbed down his belly. The kiss suddenly intensified even more when Trevor leaned forward slightly and the two male members pressed together, the tender flesh of each rubbing against each other. The long deep kiss went on as both furs writhed against each other, their hot bodies rubbing together. To each it felt as if they were truly exploring the other's body for the first time even though they had mated often.
"Oh gods, mate with me please. I want you in me," Trevor gasped in his partner's ear.
Sinclair didn't speak. He looked long into the fox's eyes and saw the need and the want there. There was so much in those deep eyes, he realized as he slowly lifted the fox's body up. Trevor groaned wantonly as his foxhood rubbed through the wolf's muscled stomach. He whimpered as Sinclair's soft fur teased his erect maleness. He bit his lower lip as he felt the wolf's cockhead slipping under his hanging balls and nestling comfortably between his cheeks. Soon, it was nuzzling insistently at his tight entrance. Trevor thought for a moment that he wasn't lubed up, but he didn't care. The little fox bit his lip and leaned forward, sniffing deeply. The wolf's lust-filled smell made him moan wantonly, feeding the fire of his need to be taken by this strong predator. He realized the wolf wasn't moving, he was just holding him gently. Trevor licked his cheek tenderly and slowly lowered himself, squeezing his eyes shut as Sinclair's thick, unlubed cockhead pushed roughly into his tight foxhole. He moaned as the wolf's cockhead popped in him fully. He slowly sat down on his partner's lap, feeling the long, hard shaft sliding deep inside.
Sinclair held the little fox tightly in his arms, hugging him to his chest and nuzzling his neck.
"Trevor, you're amazing," he gasped as he nuzzled the little fox's cheek.
Under his fur, Trevor blushed happily as he nuzzled back, shivering a little as Sinclair began to nibble gently at his neck. Soon, the wolf was kissing him again. Trevor moaned as he felt his lover's paw tightly gripping his erection as they kissed. The fox began to move slowly up and down on Sinclair's lap. As his tailhole adjusted to the wolf's cock in him, he humped his own thick shaft into Sinclair's soft-furred paw.
Sinclair broke the kiss and sat back to watch the fox on his lap. He smiled as he took in the sight of the young, slim fox riding his wolfhood. He alternated between squeezing and gently teasing the foxcock in his paw while his other paw reached behind Trevor to grip the base of his tail. He leaned forward and nuzzled Trevor's chest and took one of the fox's nipples into his muzzle and bit gently. Trevor's body shivered, but Sinclair wasn't sure if it was the little love bite on his nipple or because he was now pushing his wolfhood into the fox teasingly slow.
"Cum for me, pretty fox," Sinclair growled to his vulpine lover as he licked and nuzzled at Trevor's chest.
"I'm...so...close," Trevor whimpered.
Sinclair groaned as the fox's tailhole squeezed his cock like a vise. He leaned down and took the tip of Trevor's foxhood into his muzzle. His long, slick tongue wrapped around the cocktip and squeezed. The fox squirmed in his lap and began to thrust more insistently into his muzzle which also made Trevor drive himself down onto the wolf's cock even harder.
Sinclair moaned and sucked the fox's thick cock hard. The stimulation of the thick wolf cock pumping in his tight rear and the teasing and sucking on his rock hard cock was too much for the fox to take. He held on as long as he could, hoping to feel the wolf cum inside him, but he couldn't last as Sinclair was holding back on purpose.
Trevor's slim thighs tightened around Sinclair's lap and he came hard, suddenly filling his partner's muzzle with his vulpine cum. Trevor sat down hard on Sinclair's cock as he rode out his powerful climax. He took the wolfcock as deep as he could before Sinclair shoved it just a little deeper to completely milk his body dry. Trevor collapsed against the strong wolf as he panted. The fox soon realized that the wolf was still rock hard and hadn't cum yet.
"Why didn't you...y'know?" Trevor asked softly.
The wolf caressed his fox's muzzle softly, which caused Trevor to smile and give his paw a little lick. Sinclair smiled as he replied, "I was having too much fun watching you, fox."
"Silly wolf," Trevor said as he grinned. "Do you want me to help you with this?" He asked as he playfully squeezed his rump down on the wolf's erection.
"Let's try something different," Sinclair responded as he gently lifted the smaller mammal off his lap.
Trevor squirmed as the thick cock suddenly slid out of him. Sinclair picked him up and gently laid him down on the soft, furry rug he had in front of his couch. The wolf crouched over Trevor's body with his thighs around the fox's chest. He slowly leaned forward and let his thick wolfcock slowly press against Trevor's chest.
"Mmm, your fur is so soft, fox."
Sinclair moved his cock back and forth slowly, allowing the soft red fur to tease his tender cocktip. His precum left a small sticky spot on Trevor's chest. He leaned down and held the fox's paws above his head as they kissed. The pair looked into each other's eyes.
"Do you want to cum on me, sir?"
Sinclair just growled a little and nibbled the edge of Trevor's left ear. This made the fox moan and squirm a little. He pushed his chest up a bit, enveloping the wolf's hard, red cock in his soft fur.
"Do it," he gasped as the thought of the wolf cumming on him made him hard again, "Mark me with your seed, wolfie."
Sinclair held his lover down and began to slowly hump his wolfhood along Trevor's chest. The teasing softness of the fox's fur was almost too much to take. The sensation felt incredible, almost as good as taking Trevor's tight bottom. His eyes watered as the gentle teasing along his entire length overwhelmed him.
"Uh, I'm going to cum all over you, sexy fox." He choked as he his cock swelled. He felt close to bursting any second. His balls bounced back and forth as he humped himself faster along the fox's incredible furry body.
"Yes, that's it wolf. Cover me in your cum, please!" Trevor begged.
Sinclair made a groan like Trevor had never heard before and suddenly, he felt wetness on his cheek from the first spurt of the wolf's climax. He attention was focused on the tip of the wolf's cock as it pushed its way through his fur. The tip was so close to his face as the thick cock swelled and unleased the rest of it's load onto him. Trevor smiled in ecstasy as he felt the hot, heavy ropes of cum hitting his fur. The wolf cum dripped off his cheek and coated his neck. As Sinclair humped the last few spurts out, the fox's upper chest became sticky and wet too. Trevor's body quivered with a kind of submissive mental orgasm as he felt his face and neck being coated by his lover's seed.
Sinclair panted for a few minutes as Trevor looked up at him. Eventually, the wolf released his paws and Trevor sat up a little. The two kissed deeply once more.
"That was..."
"Wonderful."
They kissed and nuzzled for several minutes. Sinclair caressed Trevor's cheek again, which the fox clearly loved.
"Trevor..."
"Yes?" the young fox asked eagerly.
The wolf continued to caress Trevor's cheek with one paw while holding one of the fox's paws with the other.
"Trevor, I"
"Yes, wolf."
The fox leaned forward a bit as the two locked eyes for a long moment.
The wolf's lips began to part as he looked at the fox. He opened his mouth to speak. Trevor was on pins and needles waiting to hear the wolf say it...
Sinclair's eyes darted over to his coffee table as a shrill beeping filled the room.
"Dammit," he growled as he snatched his cell phone off the table. His expression turned grave as he saw the number that was calling him.
"Sinclair here."
Trevor's ears drooped a little as he watched his wolf lover's expression change for the worse.
"I'll be right there," Sinclair grunted.
"You have to go," Trevor stated as the wolf looked at him.
"I'm sorry to run off like this."
Trevor smiled and put on his best face to hide how he felt. He didn't want to force this moment now, it had to happen naturally. Maybe when Sinclair came home, they'd have time again.
"It's okay wolfie, I know you're needed. Go be a hero," he said as he smiled and hugged his lover. "I'll be here when you get back," he whispered.
Sinclair smiled and found that comforting. "I don't know when I'll be home," he said as he stood. "You're welcome to stay though," he continued as he rummaged around for his clothes.
He pulled on the same clothes he'd worn during the day. Trevor shifted a little nervously as he watched the wolf check his gun before holstering it. He started for the door when Trevor suddenly called him back.
Sinclair turned to see the fox was holding his wallet. Trevor tossed it to him. It spun in the air and Sinclair's badge caught the light for a moment before the wolf deftly caught it.
"Thanks fox," he smiled.
After the wolf had left, Trevor idly picked at the drying cum on his chestfur as he walked back to the couch. He pulled Sinclair's robe around him and curled up on the couch. He felt safe again, surrounded by the scent of his wolf as he fell asleep.
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Tags: Blueberry Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping
Text: Olivia was a young girl living by herself in a small apartment. She has blonde hair and green eyes. She has a bit of a potbelly that isn't too noticeable to anyone except her.
She stood in the middle of her living room. She held a stripe of gum with a blue tint.
Olivia was a Wonka fan, and always wanted to be full of juice like Violet Beauregarde from the movie. Olivia had purchased it from a strange vender on the street who had promised her that it was the real deal gum.
Although she pondered long and hard of how just it may work and how she may get the juice out of her if it did work.
Pacing back and forth staring at the gum as she closed the blind and locked the door, just in case. It was now or never as she saw that it was dark out which was perfect because she didn't want anyone to see her.
Then it occurred to her that she wanted something a little better to wear rather then her PJ's and bra. Then Olivia went to her room and went through some clothes. She had been saving a homemade blue pantsuit that was made for Halloween some years ago. Then she had applied a wide red leather belt to make herself look identical to Violet. It was quite snug, and she wondered what would become of it.
Olivia returned to the living room and moved the couch so it wouldn't get in the way of her growth. Her stomach was going crazy with butterflies as she had anticipated this moment for a very long time.
She popped the gum into her mouth as she was struck with a sudden burst of flavor.
"Tomato soup! Just like in the movie, and it does feel like its running down my throat!" Olivia thought to herself.
She chewed and chewed with delight as the soup warmed her stomach. She held her waist in sheer pleasure. With each passing moment the flavor of the gum got more intense. She could taste the next flavor coming....
"Roast Beef! Mmm this is so good, oh boy, I can't wait for the next course!"
Olivia chewed faster so she could get to her last course, barely paying attention to taste of the 2nd course.
Just then the moment she waited for had arrived. The taste of juicy blueberries filled her.
"Blueberry pie! Oh my god this taste so good, I gotta go check the mirror."
She walked over to a mirror she had in the living room, her skin had grown noticeably darker as it continued to become bluer and bluer.
A grin came across Olivia's face as her face was now completely violet. She walked back toward the middle of the room, her movements felt heavy and her belly felt a little bloated.
She looked down at herself, the inside of her stomach felt very weird, as though she just drank too much water.
Just then she felt her belly tighten and begin to swell outward. Her belt pulled snug was now a little too tight on her swelling midsection. Her arms were raised 90 degrees as the swelling began to push them up.
The juice began to go elsewhere was the belt was begging to cut into her, making the juice inside he go to other parts of her body. Her arms got bigger and so did her legs. The juices also went into her back
The buttons on her homemade pantsuit were now sticking out.
Olivia felt so good becoming bigger, the belt, which would have been painful for some, made her feel so good.
The belt was begging to give way, even though she didn't want it to, the fabric of the leather belt had met its end.
*POP*
The belt went flying across the living room allowing her body to expand freely without any confines.
Olivia noticed she was expanding rather slowly. She could now move her arms without the belt; she moved her blue hands across every inch of her body she could touch.
As much as she wanted to finger herself she knew she couldn't reach down there even if she wanted to.
Her belly was now at least a foot in front of her, her legs was plumping up at about the same rate as her arms.
Olivia could still taste the blueberries in her mouth. She waddled over to the mirror to see what she looked like. Each movement was a little awkward and she found it hard to keep her balance. Olivia loved feeling every part of her body slosh from side to side.
When she arrived at the mirror, she smiled to see her new expanding form. Olivia kept her arms at her sides and prodded her huge belly; she felt an odd sense of pressure as her finger sunk into her stomach.
Her arms were starting to be forced upward as her body was becoming a little spherical. She moved her legs to stand straddle to keep her balance.
She watched herself in the mirror grow bigger and bigger with the passing minutes.
At this time her arms were begging to be sucked into her midsection. And in unison her legs were becoming sucked in as well.
Olivia bit her lip as the pressure made her so hot. Her legs and arms were sucked into her expanding form as her chest began to push against her chin.
She was nothing but a head, arms, and feet. Olivia felt herself stop swelling. She spun around in the mirror to see her new self. The juice settled as she came back to facing the mirror.
Olivia could have sworn she looked just like Violet Beauregarde. Although she did feel a tad sick she ignored it as she walked around a bit, feeling the juice sway from side to side with each movement.
She flapped her hands to imitate the famous scene from the movie. When all of a sudden she felt the pressure begin to build again.
Olivia gasped because she thought that she would stop after she had obtained the oval shape that she desired.
Her whole body was growing at a slow rate was she was becoming bigger in width and height. Her crotch had pushed so far down that her feet were begging to go off the ground.
She tried to see what was going on but her vision was being blocked by her enormous belly. The pressure inside of her was so intense.
Her body began to rock back and forth as the juice began to make her off balance and Olivia felt herself falling backwards and then forwards. She didn't know where she was gonna land but she hoped her growing wouldn't last much longer.
The middle of Olivia's costume was begging to split across the middle and let her midsection show through. The buttons running down her shirt were starting to strain to hold on; the fabric began to tear in some places.
Olivia looked up and saw the ceiling was coming closer and closer with each passing moment.
The pressure was taking its toll on her mentally as she started to cry a bit, the blue tears ran down her face. She tasted one with her tongue and began to cry harder as it tasted like blueberries.
The juice inside of her was rushing around like a torrent inside her spherical body. Olivia couldn't see around her to see how big she was in width but she took up most of the room by now.
At last the growing was slowing down as Olivia's head came within two or three feet of the ceiling. The juice inside her enormous body settled. She felt that if she would begin swelling she may explode....she couldn't swell forever.
She moved her hands around erratically trying to feel every part of her. This isn't what she had in mind. Olivia turned her head from side to side to see how far she had gotten.
A tingling feeling came across her face as the juice flooded her cheeks, making her look like a chipmunk. Her plump cheeks now rested on her chest.
Her insides were nothing but blueberry juice. She could feel the inside of her skin was backed by gallons upon gallons of juice.
Just then the gurgling sounds from within her picked up and started to grow louder. Olivia feared what would happen next. Her body couldn't stand another drop of juice.
Olivia's body began to grow outward in width. She gasped as the swelling picked up. The gold buttons on her costume began to pop off in quick secession. The threads of the material started to rip apart.
After a few minutes her clothes all fell off and she was left there naked. She didn't enjoy being a giant naked blueberry and she started to try and move her body in an attempt to get a look at herself.
But because of her unbalanced body she fell backwards. She rolled from side to side on her back until she settled.
Olivia could see herself in the mirror now. Her spherical shape continued to swell and swell as her body began to quiver and shake due to the pressure and tension...
She bit her plump lip in anticipation.
BOOM!!!!
Blueberry juice flooded Olivia's apartment.
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Title: First Date by Hidden Heart
Tags: Leopard, M/F, No-Yiff, Panther, Romance
Orao Picked up the phone and called one of his friends that owned one of the most successful and exclusive restaurants in the city. Orao new Ray would help him and needed to make a really good impression on Lamika.
"The Shay Purr the only true dining experience, how can I help you?" a female voice answered smoothly.
"This is Orao Relson I need to speak to Raymond Ebson is he in?" Orao asked.
"Hold please Mr. Relson, Mr. Ebson was going to call you this afternoon, I'm sure he will be happy you called," the voice said.
Only a few moments later a Russian voice hit his ears.
"Orao my old friend I want to thank you for the stock tips you gave me I've made half a million in dividends in the last six months alone, Now how are you doing my old friend?" Ray said happily.
"I'm good Ray but I need a big favor a really big favor," He said.
"Just ask and it's yours I owe you more than you could possibly want," Ray replied.
"Well you see I met this wonderful woman today and I wanted to take her to a special place tonight so I was hoping," Orao was interrupted.
"That I could bump you past the seven months of reservations and get you a table tonight right Orao," Ray laughed.
"Please Ray I would do anything for this," Orao begged over the phone, "This girl is very important to me."
"Well I won't have any tables open but I'll tell you what I'll have my staff set up my private booth and put my best cook at your disposal, and don't act like this is payment we both know that I owe you millions in stock tips and this is only one in many favors, I will give you before I'm half way back to even," Ray said.
"That's great Ray this means a lot to me and I owe you huge for this!" Orao exclaimed.
"Think nothing of it, its the least I can do for an old buddy, unfortunately I have to go so have a great time and call me with the details," Ray said.
Orao started calling everyone from florists to stylists in preparation. Lamika went to her salon and got a complete make over and manicure. Then she went to her apartment and began going through her wardrobe looking for what to wear. She called a friend and they finally got her dressed in a long black silk gown and a beautiful collar with a gold rose on the front that sat over her beautiful throat. Lamika put on her favorite perfume and saw it was quarter past six. I'll show up early she thought to herself, as she got ready.
"Good luck," her friend said as Lamika left.
Orao made sure to go through each and every detail with a fine tooth comb. First two dozen roses from the best florist he knew of. Second A bottle of his favorite cologne that he diluted and combed into his fur. Third a box of the finest Swiss chocolates in the city. Finally a new tailored suit from his tailor.
Lamika walked into the cafe half an hour early so she could relax a little before Orao arrived. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw Orao already sitting at the table were they had first kissed. He looked amazing in a slick black suit with a neatly folded red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. He was starring at a liquor glass on the table and hadn't seen her yet. He was obviously nervous and she figured that put them on a level playing field, as she was already a bit jittery. Lamika startled Orao when she placed her paw on his neck from behind. His head jerked around as his nose tapped her in the stomach making her giggle. She could smell the scent of his expensive cologne and it made her purr softly.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he said as he stumbled to his feet.
Lamika smiled and sat down next to Orao. She picked up the glass and sniffed it. She then swallowed the last bit of brandy in the glass.
"I needed that," she said.
"I made reservations at Shay Purr for us," Orao said his voice almost a whisper.
Orao picked up a large bouquet of red roses from his side and gave them to Lamika with a box of chocolates. He looked down trying not to stare at her gorgeous figure and feeling like an idiot. She shed a tear and leaned over lifting his chin and giving him a long slow soft kiss. They purred as they pulled back and Lamika grinned happily.
"They're wonderful!" she said as she laid her paw on his.
"So tell me," she said curiously and in a bit of doubt, "did you say you managed to get a table at Shay Purr the most exclusive and amazing restaurant in the north west?"
Orao was prepared for that, "A beauty like yours could inspire any man to move mountains and part seas all I did was manage to make a dinner reservation a pale in comparison to what the light that you bring deserves."
Lamika purred, "I can accept that you smooth talker."
Orao and Lamika stood up and he put his arm over her shoulder and leaned her head against him as they walked out. He called a cab and they rode in silence to the restaurant. Amazed that he was telling the truth and more curious than ever.
"I hope I don't seem to aggressive but its not everyday I am swept off my feet," she said leaning over to kiss him softly again.
"I'm the lucky one you're magnificent and I love your perfume Race of the heart, right?" Orao quickly complimented.
"I am very impressed, you know I am starting to think you are royalty or something," Lamika leaned against him.
Lamika just smiled and purred as she tried to relax in the hopes he would do the same. They soon arrived at Shay Purr. Upon seeing him the hostess immediately went over and welcomed them in a polite manor.
"Welcome to Shay Purr Mr. Relson, The Presidential dinning hall has been prepared for your arrival, Mr. Ebson Told me to let you know that his personal wine selection is at your disposal and that if you need anything I am to serve you to my best ability, My name is Jesse," The hostess said.
Lamika just stood there speechless; she couldn't believe how much he had done or how special he tried to make this evening. The hostess led them through the restaurant into a room in the back. The dinning booth was huge and had a table that could comfortably sit a dozen people. Orao had dinned in this room before with his friend and he new quite a bit about its interesting extras. Orao first sat Lamika at the table and then went to a panel on the wall. The lights dimmed and a metal shutter opened revealing a two-way mirror that Lamika could look out. She could see people sitting and eating, as waiters raced around making sure everything was taken care of. A tear ran down Lamika's cheek and she sniffled as she looked at him. Walking over and holding him close staring out the window and totally unprepared for what was already the most intoxicating fantasy of an evening she could ever have imagined unfolded in front of her.
"Is something wrong," he asked curiously, "hoping he could do something."
Lamika looked up, hugging him tightly purring softly as she rested her head on his solid chest. She smiled into his gaze feeling everything in the world going right for that one instant. The greatest moment of her life was here looking into his hypnotic eyes as everything in the world froze for that moment.
"I feel like nothing will ever be wrong ever again, this is as perfect a moment as I think I will ever know in my life," Lamika stated as she sighed happily.
Orao and Lamika sat back down and ordered their meals. The food was excellent and they drank the finest wine either had ever had. Orao finished his oysters and Lamika's enjoyed pheasant that was the best she ever had. They talked for hours and listened to the music in the entertainment system mostly classical and romantic. Orao learned about her family in Colorado and her uncles law firm. Lamika learned of his parents family business and his friend Ray. Orao asked Lamika to dance and she quickly accepted wanting to be in his arms again. They slow danced for an hour Lamika's head on his shoulder her arms wrapped around him feeling his trim body underneath his suit. Orao was in bliss feeling her warmth against him his arms on her back and her breath on his neck. It was the single most wonderful moment he could remember in his life it was everything he had dreamed of pleasure and happiness. It was almost midnight when they stopped dancing and Orao asked Jesse to call a cab for them.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself Lamika," Orao said happily.
"This was the best date I have ever had, I hope I was worth all the trouble you went through," she replied.
"You were worth every moment of planning and so much more than I did for this and hope you would like to do it again some time very soon," he said purring and wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck softly.
"I would love to do this again," she said before gasping and returning his affection.
They walked out to the cab and Orao walked her to her apartment door each stair making her hips sway in front of his eyes. Lamika kissed him one last time and he walked back down the stairs. Lamika wanted to invite him in but didn't want to seem to forward after all they had just met that morning and this was a first date. She turned to him at the top of the stairs and gave him a long soft passionate kiss that made his blood boil.
"I hope to see you very soon my handsome feline hunk, " she said happily.
"You can count on it my gorgeous goddess of fur," he replied with a chuckle.
She closed her door with a smile on her face and went to bed thinking of him and far too excited to sleep. It took hours for her to shower and wind down enough to sleep.
Orao walked home skipping the mile too his studio and went to bed thinking of Lamika and her beautiful eyes. He couldn't wait to see her again and he figured calling her in the morning would be good. He also considered the many things he would love to do, picnics, camping and perhaps a nice dinner at home.
I hope you can't wait for
the next wonderful chapter.
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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, water
Text: Astral felt the light against her eyelids and knew that the final cycle of "renaissance" was about to begin. She always hated this part. Even with her eyes closed, the light felt like hot, noonday sun in the tropics. But Astral knew that a common night light would outshine it. Oh, well, when you haven't used your eyes in ten years...
The respirator pulled away from her face and Astral thought how like waking up before your alarm clock this seemed; you hear the "click", are too droopy to move, and know that the warm silence is about to be shattered by that god-forsaken buzzer--BZZZZTT!
The crew called it "the spanking" because it was like the swat on the rump which an obstetrician gives to a newborn to start her breathing. Only this spanking was an electrical jolt. Astral heaved forward, spewing the liquid from her lungs, coughing and sneezing. She blinked in the dim light and saw the clear blue fluid, almost black in the reddish glow, drift purposefully across the chamber in the gentle air current and vanish through the ventilation grate.
As the heart monitor gradually returned to normal, Astral stared absently at the fine pattern of tiny sensors on her bodysuit. Then decided that it was time to wash the bad taste out of her mouth. She unclipped the restraining tethers from her hips, checked the atmospheric integrity beyond the door, then floated out of her suspended animation chamber and into the starship proper. Sometimes advances in science depend more on the correlation of known facts than on stunning, new breakthroughs. For decades researchers had studied hibernating mammals in their quest to teach humans that same trick. The toughest obstacle was the freezing point of water; when water in cells freezes, the cells rupture and the organism dies.
Next, researchers tried various ways of refrigerating their subjects without crossing that threshold into freezing. But animals are thick in some places and thinner in others, and different types of tissue conducted heat differently. So, it was next to impossible to maintain a consistent temperature during storage or resuscitation. The lab coats even tried organic anti-freezes.
Then some bright boy remembered an obscure item from his basic biology classes. Tardigrades, also known as "water bears," were tiny creatures who could be freeze-dried for a century and rehydrated later, no worse for the wear. So what? Fleas can jump fifty times their own height because the laws of physics allow it on their scale. But tardigrades, although microscopic, are giants in their realm, and within their freeze-drying trick lay the secret to human suspended animation. If water is the obstacle, remove it!
The process was so simple that even a fairly stupid computer could be trusted to do it properly. And the biggest bonus was that the "freeze-dried" subjects did not age at all, as they did with the purely hypothermic methods. Hyperdrives be damned--humanity had a gateway to the stars! Day one is always the worst, Astral thought, because you piss like a drunkard while your body metabolizes the excess fluid out of your system. The first time out, Astral had looked in the mirror and a zombie stared back. Her long, black hair was still matted from the sleep chamber, and her slate-gray eyes looked particularly lifeless next to the pale, blue tint of her skin caused by the revival bio-fluid. She had felt like a bloated corpse.
Now, three days after her third "renaissance," Astral looked a little less anemic, and her jumpsuits were comfortably loose. But she still felt like a ghoul drifting through the silent starship with its cargo of 500 desiccated corpses.
"Venture" had almost no moving parts, although it was a good idea to have someone check her from stem to stern every so often during the long, interstellar night. The other astrogator trainees at the academy had teased her about the name "Astral." Then she and Beth had collected the data from the advance probe which proved that Barnard's star had a habitable planet. Astral excelled at engineering, as well as astrogation. And the laughing quickly died out when Astral was named First Astrogator for "Venture." Beth's engineering and piloting skills just missed placement with the astrogators, but she was aboard as a mission specialist.
At the end of the week, Astral looked entirely human, again, and "Venture" had a clean bill of health. But Astral had to wait one more endless week before she could safely re-enter the hibernaculum. She and Roman alternately shared these lonely "night-time" patrols. They had bid each other "fare well" before "Venture" crossed the orbit of Pluto so many years ago. At least Roman would be awake next time with her as they turned the ship for its deceleration drop toward Barnard's star. When the chores were done, they could "pass the time" however they wanted...
Astral smiled as she read Roman's last entry in the log: >"Venture" and Roman in perfect sych. Zero defects.<
>Tried to spot "Gateway" from the observatory. No dice.<
"Gateway" was "Venture's" sister ship following two years behind. It was difficult to find Sol in the sky at this distance, let alone one, tiny starship. Silly, charming man!
>We'll look for her together, next time.<
Roman would see Astral before he saw the log, but she left him a note, anyway. Unclipping the lightpen, she quickly scribbled on the datapad, "It's a date." Astral touched a control and her silver "jammies" slumped like a baggy sock. She climbed into the expanded neck and pulled the one-piece garment up. Another control and the bodysuit slowly contracted, again. As it shrank, Astral gently pulled out the wrinkles, and thought how the suit looked like the spacesuits from that old TV show of last century, "Lost in Space"--it even had red piping at the neck and cuffs. Although, when fully contracted, this suit was shamelessly wrinkle-free, and Astral looked like a polished, chrome statue.
Longing to see Roman, again, Astral hopped into the hibernaculum and sealed the door. She tethered herself in and pulled the respirator mask down over her face, and prepared to drift off into that dreamless sleep once again. As she struggled to consciousness, Astral knew that something was wrong. Had the hibernaculum failed? She could move her fingers, so she must have been nascent for some time, now. The "spanking" circuit must have failed, and the respirator mask was still strapped to her face. Astral tried to raise a hand to wipe her eyes, but she just couldn't make it. Why was she so weak?
Astral blinked rapidly and brought the room into focus. A creeping panic began to overtake her as she looked past the mask at herself. Something was definitely wrong--the hibernaculum was still actively pumping her full of revival fluid. She was positively turgid, that's why she hadn't been able to touch her face. The heart monitor began to race.
Then the datapad in front of her flickered to life and stabilized into the features of Beth. She was speaking:
"Well, I guess you managed to wake up just one more time. It might have been better if you hadn't because in a few minutes it will be 'lights out,' forever! I'm so sorry you won't be making planetfall with us, but First Astrogator should have been mine! Barnard IV was my discovery!"
The tiny hairs on the back of Astral's neck stood up. Beth was absolu-freakingly crazy! Astral's butt touched the floor in the zero-G room and the hip tethers began to strain. Her breasts were busily spreading under her arms and stretching her bodsuit to the ceiling, while her shoulders pressed firmly against her cheeks. On-screen, Beth continued to foam at the mouth.
"Why did you have to get everything? Beauty, brains, my ship and my planet!"
The hip tethers popped loudly and Astral's rapidly inflating body bounced gently off the ceiling.
"So, what do you get the girl who has everything? How about a little more to go around! So long, Astral!" The screen flickered into static. Then a flashing message appeared, "Auto-erase."
Astral struggled helplessly while the computer relentlessly pumped more and more fluid into her body. The pressure was increasing; it wasn't going to stop. Astral grew rounder and tighter by the second, but it couldn't go on forever. Any moment now she was going to burst!
Astral's body touched floor and ceiling at the same time, and her body grew hard under the increasing pressure. Her face darkened to a deep blue under the strain and her eyes began to bug out. This was it.
Suddenly, a hand reached in and hit the manual over-ride in front of Astral's face. It was Roman! He shuffled in behind her head and pulled the straps off the respirator mask. The bit literally shot out of Astral's mouth, followed by a huge stream of the pale blue bio-fluid.
"Hey, Chinks!" Roman chimed jovially, "You look like a Christmas ornament!"
"Fuck you!" Astral sputtered, the bright silver of her suit squeaking softly.
"Not a good idea," Roman returned, "you look like you've got too much in there already. This machine did almost as good a job as me." Then more seriously, "I heard the message. Beth played it onto every screen in the ship."
"Lousy bitch," Astral mumbled. They hung silently for a minute, and Roman brushed a few strands of hair from Astral's face. "I want two things!"
"Name it," Roman said.
"We've got some programming to do, but first bring me that zero-G vacuum toilet. I've got to take a major leak!"
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The day started off normally enough, with Emily having no clue what was about to happen. Typically, large growth spurts weren’t something that just snuck up on her like that; it took a while for them to set in, giving her plenty of time to sense them coming and make the necessary arrangements. That day, however, everything seemed to be going just fine… until the moment where she hiccuped. The cat was walking out of the kitchen after cleaning the dishes from lunch, and was ready to settle in for a lazy day playing video games in the living room, when, the moment she crossed the threshold into the hallway, her whole body flinched as a hiccup strong enough to leave her paralyzed for a moment erupted from her throat; somehow, her initial reaction was to put her hand in front of her mouth and apologize aloud, even though there was no one else in the house, the embarrassment at the sudden noise high enough that she failed to notice what had happened to her tail.
Her weight had clearly shifted, but it still took the cat a while before she noticed anything was off, especially since the second hiccup only came after she was already sitting down and going through her catalogue of games; at that point, Emily even jumped on her seat, landing back on the couch with enough strength that the springs audibly creaked. It was then that her eyes opened wide and the cat realized something was off, at which point she looked back at herself and finally took note of the fact that her tail was much, much larger than normal.
Emily was lucky enough that this particular part of herself had always been on the bushier side, enough that some folks liked to joke about the possibility of her having part fox or squirrel in her genes, depending on how she chose to style it on any particular day. Being at home though, and with nothing to really hold it in any one shape, the immense brush she normally carried everywhere with her was made even bigger, enough that she could probably use it as a full-sized body pillow… but that couldn’t be it, because even all that extra fur weight wouldn’t be enough for the couch to be sagging as much as it was.
The answer came a few seconds afterwards, when a third hiccup revealed to her the extent of what her brain had been filtering out without her even realizing it: just a moment after the flinch, she heard her clothes ripping apart as her whole body burst free from their restricting confines, with the couch underneath her loudly complaining about the suddenly much bigger cat it was forced to deal with. A cursory glance downwards revealed to Emily that not only had she grown quite a bit taller, but her curves had been… enhanced, for lack of a better word. From a pair of breasts that already covered about half of her torso to a set of hips wide enough that walking through doors would be a slight issue going forward, leading down into a plush, pudgy butt that threatened to take over most of the sofa, it would appear that the hiccups had decided to grant her growth spurts whenever they made their way into the outside world.
That was fine though, she thought to herself; at least now that she knew what was causing the growth itself, Emily could take steps to prevent it, or at least slow it down enough that it wouldn’t matter in the long run. After all, she wanted to spend an afternoon playing video games, not filling up her entire house; with Kitty not being there for the whole day, it felt like a waste to be that big all by herself.
Her body, however, had other plans. The first attempt on Emily’s part to keep her hiccups from growing her further was to just hold them in; clenching her muscles, the cat kept her mouth and eyes shut, patiently waiting for the next hiccup to rear its ugly head, and while she was successful in muffling it, this didn’t do much in terms of stopping her growth spurts. If anything, the fact that she held it back almost made it “backflow” into her in some way, because rather than gaining in every single department, all the extra size went straight to her tail, which quickly enveloped her and turned itself into the warmest blanket she’d ever had the pleasure of being buried under.
This caused enough of a distraction that, while Emily was busy trying to disentangle herself from the immense floof storm surrounding her, the next hiccup creeped up on her and left the bushy brush even larger, completely burying the poor cat underneath it and all-but forcing her to roll over and onto the ground just to be able to breathe properly. She could actually feel its weight now, bearing down on her and a chore to keep up, but for the time being managed to hold it far enough away that she had a large bubble of air to work with… even if she was still surrounded by her own fluff. Part of her wanted to formulate an “at least” thought, but Emily knew full well that the moment she jinxed it, the growthsplosion would immediately make her regret her decision to name the next body part to receive its blessing.
So it was that she held herself in that position, kneeling on the floor with her back arched slightly, held up by her two outstretched arms and her hair falling onto her eyes. Emily took long, deep, calculated breaths, hoping that by filling her lungs properly and stabilizing her oxygen intake, then the hiccups could finally go away; she’d never had them for longer than a couple of minutes anyway, so apart from the sudden and inexplicably connected growth, there was no reason to expect those to be any different. Indeed, judging from how long it took to get to the next one, Emily began to assume that maybe it had just been a momentary size spurt, something that happened because her body had some tension that it had to get rid of and just happened to do so in the most convenient manner; those were always the most annoying ones due to how unpredictable they were on showing up, but at least they were always temporary, and very quickly temporary at that.
Assuming no more surprises, her body should go back to being the same size as before in just an hour or so, which perfectly explained why she just had to hiccup again right when she let her guard down. In the split second before the growth happened, Emily remembered to chastise herself for ever thinking her body would ever let her catch a break in a situation like that, especially when she was giving it every reason not to; in the split second after the expansion took place, there wasn’t a lot of Emily’s conscious self to go around anymore, at least for the duration of her post-flinch upgrade.
The way she knelt down was the perfect position for the rest of her to be given some love. After her tail became this immense, room-dominating ball of fluff, it was time for her tits to balloon outwards, pressing against both of her arms for just a moment before they became so engorged as to force them to bow outwards and then fly to Emily’s sides before she had any time to react, sending her into an inadvertent freefall… which lasted for a single instant, before those very same breasts cushioned the collapse by virtue of taking up all the space between her torso and the carpet. At around the same time, her ass similarly burgeoned outwards with additional mass, so much more than on her bust that some of it seemed to melt downwards into her thickening thighs, leaving her with a pair of legs so egregiously oversized that the one thing Emily could think about was rubbing them together and let fate take the wheel. It all took place over the course of just a second or so, but by the end, it was clear that her body wasn’t going to let up, especially given how yet another hiccup came around and, while it didn’t further mess up her proportions, it did give her an extra five or so feet in height, taking those proportions along with it.
At that point, the only recourse left for Emily was to sigh and accept that this was going to be the rest of her day. No more games, no more deciding what to do; her body had taken the choice out of her hands (so to speak) and went in a completely different direction, so now the only thing she could do was try and enjoy the ride as best as she could. This was made slightly easier by the fact that, well, she was turning into a giantess with obscenely overengorged assets one hiccup at a time, with her body already being so exaggerated that she could sink her hands into her tits or asscheeks and see them vanish all the way up to their wrists, something she did not hesitate to do as she gave up trying to keep the hiccups from doing what they wilt.
Her house wouldn’t last much longer after making this decision; whether it be because the growth was exponential or because her own acceptance of it had unlocked some kind of multiplier, the next hiccup to course through her whole body and leave her feeling like she’d just teleported an inch upwards was powerful enough that the entire apartment complex suddenly turned into an impromptu egg from which a giant cat hatched, a cocoon for her giantess form to emerge from. With clouds of debris flying through the air and chunks of glass and concrete raining down on the streets below, all that Emily could do was shout at people to get out of the way before the weight of her butt tipped her backwards and she landed ass-first on the street outside of her home, the shockwaves reverberating not just through her, but through the very ground itself!
Everything around the impact site rumbled for a couple of seconds before the quaking stopped… at which point it became obvious that the odd landing position had seriously compromised poor Emily’s ability to hold her balance, and with her tits being as heavy as they were, the giantess began to slowly fall over backwards. Thankfully, there was one thing in the way that wouldn’t make the final collapse nearly as dangerous as the first one: her tail!
The explosive growth burst had taken so much of her focus away that Emily failed to notice that it wasn’t just her body and the regular bits growing to absurd sizes, but her brushy behemoth of a tail as well; hell, by the point her back slammed against it, softening the landing considerably, it was easily big enough that she could probably wrap it around an entire city block and still have enough left for half a lap, and all of it was unbelievably soft. In that moment, when her body sank into its warmth, Emily’s eyes struggled to remain open as her mind told her that this was it, this was what ultimate comfort felt like, and if she didn’t fall asleep on that heavenly sea of floof, she’d be making the biggest mistake of her life.
Sadly, it wasn’t up to her; as much as Emily would’ve loved nothing more than to go completely limp and simply drift away into unconsciousness on that colossal tail of hers, the hiccups still hadn’t stopped, and with them came a growth that steadfastly refused to halt when it really, really should. Kitty wasn’t there, and while Emily was certain that he’d eventually find a way to climb onto her once she grew big enough, it just wasn’t the same without him by her side… and yet, despite this, she couldn’t really ignore the exceedingly large part of her brain that was still a slave to its own hormonal secretions, and the ridiculous amount of serotonin coursing through her at neurons at that point told her to stop worrying about things and just enjoy stuff while it lasted. After all, she had no clue whether or not the growth would keep going until she loomed over the planet, if she’d stop at continental sizes, or even if she only had a couple more miles on her; it was a surprise, or so that part of herself told her, and one that she should be looking forward to, not dreading or regretting.
Hard to argue with that logic, at least in the horned-up state that she was in. Once her body flinched with the next hiccup, Emily had already given up trying to care; hence, when her tits received most of the boost, leaving her completely buried underneath a bust that was so heavy that it made it hard to breathe, the one thought in her mind was wondering when the next one would come. And when it did, leaving her bigger in general yet not fixing the issue of her being pinned down by her breasts, she just wanted more: more bust, more butt, more size in general, but ultimately… more tail.
It felt like such a specific thing to ask for, especially when her regular proportions were clearly receiving a large chunk of the attention as well, but Emily couldn’t deny that, even underneath what might be thousands of tons of milk and fat, she’d never been quite as comfortable as she was in that exact moment, courtesy of a tail that kept on growing each time she hiccuped, until it created a soft shell around her whole form that blocked off most of the outside world. The cat couldn’t even see anything on the other side, no matter how hard she strained her eyes; the coating of fur was too thick, too opaque to let her know what was happening just a few yards away, the muffling and cushioning so potent that she could be barreling through skyscrapers and she’d probably not notice.
There was a certain amount of satisfaction to be had with that, a certain amount of… pleasure. Never in her life did Emily think she’d be so hot based only on her tail of all things, and yet there she was, rubbing her legs together and bringing her hands between them in order to do something about that rising warmth, the need for release only getting worse each time she flinched, each time a hiccup made her even more massive than before. At that moment, and as far as Emily cared, she could stay like that forever: wrapped inside a ball of fluff, growing forever in erratic spurts, buried underneath her very own warmth and softness, curves at the ready to explode with newfound mass, a veritable nirvana of growth. In that moment, she was transcendent.
It couldn’t last forever though, and not just because her body was built to be even bigger than it already was; it just so happened that the universe would never be content with her just being content herself, even less so when Emily had the audacity of assuming that she could just stop there and not keep going. In just thinking about the fact that she was good the way she was at that moment, the cat had invited the cosmos itself to come knock some sense back into her in the most dramatically ironic way possible, because reality had a twisted sense of humour and she had just willingly turned herself into the punchline. It wouldn’t take more than a handful of seconds before yet another hiccup came around, then another, and another, until even the immense amounts of floof surrounding her weren’t enough to keep her from feeling the destruction wrought by her burgeoning frame as it advanced on the city, its surrounding suburbs and then the local geography, not particularly caring for the safety of anyone around her.
Not that anyone would actually be hurt; the same tail that shielded Emily from seeing the consequences of her growth was just as comfortable to other people as it was to her, and just like she was still balled up in a cocoon of warmth and fuzziness, so too would anyone caught in the avalanche of growing cat be stuck to it, vanishing into a forest of fur so inviting and impossibly comfortable that any fear, anger or annoyance they might be feeling would be washed clean out of their bodies, replaced by an endless, perfect sense of bliss. This would be their heaven, to forevermore live out the entirety of eternity in their own little patch of paradise, forever holding onto the absolute fluffiest tail they’d ever had the privilege of encountering, their minds overwhelmed by the sheer softness of it all; and in the center of it, Emily, whose body had begun to reap some of the benefits from the hiccup growth spurts, straining the limits of the shell of fluff around her.
It was one thing for the city to hold her back when she was still regular-sized (for a giantess, at least), quite another to keep her from bursting outwards when each flinch added what felt like dozens of yards to her tits or ass, even more so to her thighs and hips; it was the sort of body that she envisioned whenever she pictured a perfect version of herself, a body that she had experienced several times in the past, right before having to put everything back where it used to be. The resets were always the worst part; why couldn’t she just enjoy herself for some time, truly live out the life of a goddess as she spent a few aeons rubbing herself all over and feeling her hands sink into the kind of soft pudge that most mortals could only dream of? It left her feeling incomplete at times… and it also made her want to seek out any opportunity she had to splurge out and grow, even if it meant causing a wee bit of destruction to her environs.
Not like this though. Even in her lust-addled, fluff-obsessed state of mind, Emily realized that she couldn’t remain on the planet for much longer, if for no other reason than because she was becoming too big to even be on it to begin with; thankfully, as she maintained full control over that colossal brush enveloping her, it was as simple as flicking it to push herself into orbit, and in fact the feline had to exercise caution not to jettison herself too hard into the depths of the solar system! It was truly mind-boggling how little things actually changed from her being planetbound to flying towards the cosmos; it used to be that the transition signalled the first of many steps towards an ascension, where she saw the very world she used to live in become smaller and smaller with each passing second, the light blue sky deepening before becoming pitch black, the curvature of the planet itself on full display before its spherical nature became fully apparent to her.
That time, however, she saw none of this, for she was too busy trying to keep herself inside the small bubble created by her own tail; it was stronger than her, in that while Emily knew her body was quickly becoming too large to fit, her proportions screaming at her to let go and enjoy herself the traditional way, she still refused to leave that increasingly tiny space, that miniscule cage of floof inside which she felt like a butterfly waiting to emerge into the world… which, honestly, just made it even harder to keep herself contained for much longer. If she was a butterfly, then surely the point was to emerge from the cocoon, right? She wasn’t meant to be hidden from the world, but to be put out on display, there where everyone could gaze upon her perfection and marvel at it, that they may delight upon her glory and be made so much better because of it!
Granted, this would’ve been a lot easier had her tail not become a behemoth of a tangle of fur and fuzz that even Emily herself didn’t fully understand. She’d probably need some kind of advanced spacetime mapping in order to begin charting it properly, and even after disentangling herself from strands of fur that seemed to pull her into their tight embrace whenever she moved away from them, the cat still had to contend with the rest; rather than breaking free from her shell, all she’d done was crack the egg and move into a slightly bigger egg, albeit one where she could actually move around somewhat freely. Perhaps most worrying was the fact that the Earth was clearly there in front of her, getting smaller with each hiccup, and it too was surrounded on all sides by the backdrop of fluff that had become most of her body mass; in a way, it felt more divine than anything she had experienced before, almost as if her tail was turning into the very fabric of existence itself the bigger it was allowed to get… but Emily still wanted to be able to see this reality she was growing into.
After all, if things kept going the way they were, her tail would end up smashing into everything on the way from where she was at to the very ends of the cosmos, and that would be a hassle and a half to put back together after she had her fun; plus, it felt like a downright waste. This was… easier said than done, however, as no matter how hard Emily tried, she couldn’t seem to find an end, or even a beginning, to the tail she knew was stuck to the bottom of her spine, yet couldn’t precisely pin down the dimensions of; it had transcended physicality, at least in some level, making it increasingly difficult to get a hold of and leaving Emily feeling frustrated with every failed attempt, at least until the next hiccup came around and took care of it.
For her body had realized that its own tail had escaped it, become something far greater than it used to be as it seeped into the background of reality and became a constant of sorts; Emily herself was still a singular entity, and indeed on some level the tail was still attached to her, but as it outgrew the solar system, interstellar space, and encroached upon the vast emptiness between galaxies, all while the cat herself was still gas giant-sized, it became obvious to everyone but Emily that she was no longer in control of at least that part of her form… so, obviously, the growth spurts that came with the hiccups began to focus on other parts of her, with all of the uncontrollable moaning and yelping and groping and squeezing that came with it. She tried to hold back, she really did; but when the Earth became so tiny that she could hold it on the tip of one finger and her curves became so exaggerated that even this colossal body of hers looked miniscule compared to her tits, ass and thighs, it was practically impossible for her to focus on trying to contain herself. Why should she, after all, when clearly the universe wanted her to keep growing, wanted her to impose her glorious form upon it? To deny reality its own prize felt downright criminal, and to deny herself the pleasure that came with it felt… wasteful, far more than whatever her tail could ever do.
At the moment the thought crossed her mind, already her body reacted by having Emily relax all of her muscles, openly embracing the waves of growth spurts that were sure to wash over her. In that instant, she looked down to admire what she already had: an ample bust, big enough to cover her whole torso and still hang below the waist, filled with delicious, thick cream and waiting to give it to the whole universe; a plush, plump butt of equal size, a perfect seat that she could turn into her very own throne, leading down to a pair of legs that she was already hard at work squeezing and marvelling at how her fingers vanished into the softness of it. All around her, the tail that had always been just ever so slightly larger than it should be for her species became something beyond gigantic, the cat vaguely aware that somewhere in the vast reaches of the cosmos, she was already pushing entire galactic-scale structures away from where they should be, if not outright subsuming them into her fluff.
In some part of her mind, Emily knew that her fluffy self was turning into a perfect paradise for countless sentients, bright souls whose light shone so powerfully as to nearly blind her, a true constellation of uplifted, ascended little ones who could now forever experience heaven as it was meant to be, no strings attached nor effort required. To think, that it all started as a regular day, with her honestly thinking that she’d be able to spend it playing video games and doing nothing of worth, to think that she believed the hiccups to be a momentary thing that would just pass, leaving her to shrink back down after a while; how naive she was to believe such things, and how much wiser she was now that she knew the truth!
Sure, everything would have to be put back in its place after she had her fill and reality began to fray at the edges trying to comprehend just what in blazes she was doing to it, but that was something that could be done some time later; it was a problem for future Emily, the one that had her fun and would have to worry about the clean-up, not the present Emily, whose only concern was to maximize the amount of pleasure she felt at any one given time. And so she looked down at herself, waiting for the next hiccup, knowing that it would leave her even more beautiful than before, ever more glorious and worthy of worship… and she waited, continued to wait, and kept on waiting for something that seemed intent on not showing up.
Part of her wondered whether or not her perception of time had been altered, another bit of her mind began to question whether she was due for a “big one” that would leave her so massive that even her tail would look small next to her. Only a very, very tiny voice knew the truth, and Emily made sure to stifle and ignore it for as long as she possibly could; it felt almost wrong to assume that this had to be it, that she’d gone that far only for the growth to unceremoniously stop without any explanation or ceremony. Of course the last hiccup hadn’t been her last hiccup, there had to be more coming! All she had to do was wait some more, be patient about it, and surely the universe would reward her with an even bigger body, fatter tits, plumper ass, wider thighs, everything! Even her tail would burgeon outwards even more than it already was, taking the whole universe by storm!
… until nothing happened. It didn’t seem to matter how much she waited for “it” to come, because “it” never did; no final growth spurt, no glorious expansion, no destruction of all things that were as she popped free from her universe and became as unto a goddess again before resetting everything, just… herself, there, floating in the cosmos, her tail surrounding her body, the Sun and the Earth like some super-sized, fluffy Dyson Sphere, creating what was perhaps the best visual representation of what she was compared to the planet itself: an oversized, impossibly well-endowed caretaker, one whose sole concern was to make sure that, come what may, her homeworld would never be harmed, and those that still resided upon it and not on her tail could live long, fulfilling lives, knowing that whenever they wanted, they could hop aboard and experience the rest of eternity in an endless semi-slumber in their own little patch of paradisiacal softness.
Emily sighed, a small smile adorning her lips as she went limp and allowed her body to just be, like floating belly-up in a pool; there were no concerns for her at that moment, no worries about what she had to do or obligations about returning things to their place. Her tail might still be growing, and at a rate so incomprehensibly quick that even Emily herself had absolutely no idea of when it would stop, or if it even could stop; at some point in the future, and not even a distant one at that, it was quite likely that she’d end up pushed into a cocoon again, forced to deal with a fluff density that rapidly approached infinity, thus forcing her to snap her fingers and reset things to before they started going out of control… for everyone else’s sake, obviously.
But again, that was a problem for a future Emily, not her; she had nothing better to do other than float there, lazily rubbing and kneading at whatever part of her curvaceous self she felt like pleasuring at any given moment: maybe her breasts, to stimulate some lactation and knock-off growth, or sink her hands into her butt yet again, just to feel what it was like to have that pillowy of an ass, maybe pass by her thighs and shiver all over at how silky her fur felt on them. She was perfection incarnate, and for once in her life, though Kitty wasn’t there with her, she felt satisfied with herself; she could do with her mate, but for the time being, things were fantastic.
And then she hiccuped again.
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Title: Winter Wear by Apollo Wolf
Tags: Anal, Bizarre, Cock Growth, Human, M/M, Muscles, Oral, Snow Leopard, Tiger, Transformation
Winter Wear by Gene-Pool
By Apollo Wolf [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)
Inspired by my complete distaste for cold weather in general, this story has been in the works for a while. Of course if this could really take place, I might have a new found appreciation for winter. But alas, this is a work of fiction and one that contains some instances of sex involving two males at that... but I think you expected that. Story void were prohibited; tax, title, and license are extra. Please enjoy responsibly and remember, friends don't let friends drive yiffed.
"Damn it, I hate this cold weather," I swore as I brushed the heavy snow off of my truck.
For the first time this winter the temperature had dropped well below freezing and the cold winds had blanketed the city with over a foot of lake effect snow. And of course ever since I had moved to a new townhouse my snow gear was nowhere to be found. My hands were starting to feel numb and I had even managed to get snow down the back of my coat.
I got in and started my truck and started my drive into work, however, I was still freezing and with the short drive, I was at my destination before the vents had started to blow some hot air. The parking lot seemed rather empty, only a few other cars were present. I got out and trudged through the knee-deep drifts to the door only to discover that the building was locked. A sign was posted stating that the office would remain closed today due to the inclement weather.
A steady stream of swears erupted from my mouth as I turned to make my way back to my truck. By the time I was back behind the wheel I was thoroughly frozen, the snow had made its way into my dress shoes now. I started the drive home and cheered up a bit as I watched countless other people with no clue how to drive in the snow spin off the road. That's when I spotted the bright neon "open" sign in the window of Sedrick's.
Sedrick's Athletic and Outdoor Apparel had opened a month or two ago but I had never taken the time to stop inside and check it out. From what I heard from others, the store had a great selection of sports gear, camping equipment, and outdoor wear, with pretty good prices, too. What the hell I figured, I needed some gloves and maybe a scarf and no other stores were likely to be open. Pulling into the lot I noticed a few other cars parked outside, apparently I wasn't the only one caught unprepared for the snowy weather.
Small chimes clanged on the door as I entered and a friendly store clerk looked up from the checkout to greet me.
"Welcome to Sedrick's. Can I help you find anything?"
"Actually, yes. I need a new pair of gloves, maybe a scarf too if you have some."
"Excellent, we have a wide selection of winter clothing located upstairs in the front. Feel free to look around and let me know if I can help with anything."
I made my way up to the second floor, nodding hello to a few of the other shoppers who were going about their browsing. I located the racks of heavy coats and bypassed them to check out the shelves of gloves and hats. Most were rather unremarkable, just ordinary gloves or wool caps. I was about to just pick out a random pair when my attention was drawn to a clearance display. There were several pairs of gloves that all seemed to have a different pattern in the fuzzy outer fabric. What's more all of the gloves only had three fingers and a thumb.
That's odd I thought. I picked up a pair with black and white stripes on it; the tag said the style was Siberian Tiger. Pulling it on, my hands easily slid in, my ring finger and pinky slipping into the same digit. The interior lining seemed to be some sort of fuzzy rubber-like material, like wet suit neoprene only furry and soft. It seemed to constrict a little bit around my hand but was not uncomfortably tight, the incredible thing was the way I still had full movement of my hand. Most gloves I've had are too bulky, you can't really use your hands while you wear them, but these fit like a second skin.
The gloves felt really warm and should do a great job handling the cold weather outside. I took the Siberian Tiger pair I had picked out and continued shopping but didn't see a scarf that would suit me. I made my way to the check-out up front to pay. I set them at the register and the clerk smiled at me.
"Excellent choice, these are the latest design from Gene-Pool Sportswear. They are fantastic for keeping you warm. You know, we're running a special right now. If you buy the three piece set of gloves, hat and scarf you get the second set free."
"Oh really? I didn't see any sets up there."
"Hmm, let me check back in the stockroom and see if we have any left."
The clerk hurried to the back of the store and disappeared into the store room. Several minutes later he returned with two bags.
"Well unfortunately we don't seem to have any of the Siberian Tiger left in large, just extra large, however I do have one of the Snow Leopard in large."
I thought about it for a moment and decided what the hell, it really was a great price, "Ok, well I'll take them both, I can use the large and I have a neighbor that the xl should be perfect for."
"Excellent!" The clerk rang up my purchase and bagged the items for me.
I trudged back out into the snow and had to brush off my truck yet again from the snow that had fallen in the twenty minutes I was inside. At this rate the whole city would be snowed in for a couple of days. I drove back home in the near white out conditions and pulled into the drive. I took my bag from the store inside with me and settled in a bit and just watched the snow fall.
Several hours later it finally slacked off enough that if I started shoveling it might actually make a dent. I grabbed the bag containing the smaller snow leopard set out and opened it up. The soft fuzzy coating on all three items felt so soft and warm I was sure they would keep me cozy out in the snow. I set the tiger patterned ones on the chair by the door, I figured they would fit my next door neighbor so maybe he would like them. After getting my coat on I wrapped the scarf tightly around my neck and chin and pulled on the hat. The hat was nice and big and cut real nice so that it would come down and cover my ears. It was lined with the same fuzzy neoprene as the gloves which made the fit tight but very comfortable. Finally I worked my hands into the perfect fit of the odd three fingered gloves. I flexed my hands and once again found that the comfort and dexterity provided by the tight fitting gloves was quite surprising.
At last I was properly outfitted for the elements. I walked out the front door into the bright white snowscape. The fluffy white snow crunched under my boots as I walked out to the garage and retrieved my shovel. I set to work, quite comfortable in the frigid air.
I had cleared off a good portion of the drive when I stopped to rest. I was quite pleased with the new outdoor wear I had purchased. I still felt perfectly comfortable; usually by now any shoveling would have gotten me all sweaty and clammy underneath the heavy clothing. Now however, even though I felt all nice and toasty, I had barely broken a sweat. I continued shoveling and cleared off my drive and the entire sidewalk on the block.
I was just about to get started on one of the elderly resident's walkway when I saw my neighbor's SUV pull in. That's odd, I thought, he usually doesn't get back in until later in the afternoon.
I bounded over in the snow, "Hey Jimmy. What're you doing home so early?"
Jimmy and I were best friends and drinking buddies. He was about my age and we had both moved into the neighborhood around the same time. He had gone into the Army out of high school and had just been discharged when he moved into the neighborhood, so he still had the clean cut and squared away look about him. He was big too, a full six inches taller than me and biceps as big around as my neck. He worked out relentlessly and even got me to join a gym with him.
"What do you mean early, it took me nearly 45 minutes to drive back from the shop because they haven't cleared the roads yet. Otherwise I would have been home around three like usual."
I stared at him in disbelief, when I walked out my door it was going on eleven, there's no way I could have been out here for nearly five hours. I looked around at the amount of snow I had cleared and noticed how another couple of inches had fallen in the areas I had started first. If I had been out that long surely I would have been royally frost bitten by now.
Jimmy was still talking at me while I looked around puzzled, "... nice hat by the way."
"Oh shit... yeah that reminds me. I have something for you." I leapt through the snow to my front door and cracked it open just wide enough to get the other package from Sedrick's off the chair just inside.
"Here, I got these for you." I walked over and tossed the bag to Jimmy.
"What's this?" he pulled the clothing from the bag and looked it over. His eyes widened at the sight of the black and white tiger stripes on the clothing.
"Something new I picked up today... you have really got to try them. I've been out here for a while and I don't feel cold at all."
"Thanks, maybe I'll try them in a bit. I want to get something to eat first. Thanks for doing my drive by the way." Jimmy turned and went up to his house.
I turned back to my shoveling but didn't feel in the mood for it any more. I just wanted to play in the snow. I threw my shovel down and jumped into the surrounding snow banks. Bounding and burrowing through the white I lost myself in the pleasure and fun of being outdoors, snow angels, target practice with snowballs, icicle popsicles and all the stuff I had forgotten I loved about the winter weather. I still felt really comfortable except I started to notice that my clothing was feeling very tight and constricting but mostly I ignored it and went about frolicking.
Soon enough though, my stomach was starting to remind me that I hadn't eaten anything lately, so I decided to take a break and head back inside. I shut the door behind me and stomped the snow off of my boots. Pulling off the gloves though, I received something of a surprise. After being forced into the odd three fingered gloves for so long my fingers didn't want to relax and come apart. My pinky and ring finger would only move together. I tried to pull them apart but it was no use, they were thoroughly stuck. I held my hand up closer to my face when I saw that the skin between them was actually starting to merge together.
I watched in fascination as on both hands the two fingers gradually became one. The nails had started to lengthen on all my fingers by now and grown out to form sharp claws. But if the gloves did this... what about the hat and scarf! I raced into the bathroom and flicked on the lights around the mirror. First I untied the scarf from around my face and neck. It looked like my jaw and face all the way up to my nose was a bit swollen. A funny looking rash was also spreading across my skin forming what appeared to be small spots. I swallowed hard as I reached a hand up and slowly started pulling off the cap. My hair appeared to be much shorter and much thicker but most of all what caused me to gasp was its color. It was mostly gray with dark black spots spread throughout; in fact, it looked just like the snow leopard pattern on the hat. My ears had also grown beneath the cap and now ended in distinct points.
I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, I couldn't figure out what was happening to me. Dazed and confused it struck me, call the store... they would know what to do about this. I ran out in to the living room and as I reached for the phone a saw the spotted fur was now starting to spread across the backs of my hands. I grabbed a phone book and flipped through it for the stores number but after dialing them up all I got was a prerecorded message informing me of their hours. I looked at the clock and sure enough they would have been closed by now. What am I going to do I thought, this is just too bizarre. Suddenly the tight feeling in the rest of my clothing intensified along with an incredible itch. I tried to get undressed but it was too late.
My coat started to rip apart at the seams as my arms and chest grew, I could only picture the incredible hulk as the coat tore apart across my back. I looked down and saw that my chest and arms had nearly doubled in size, large thick muscles rippled under sinewy skin that even as I watched started to sprout a coat of fine fur. The fur spread down to my abs and onto my hips where the waistline of my pants had become much too tight. My pants were positively bulging, both in the rear and in the front and only seconds later, preceded by a terrific ripping noise, a long fuzzy tail came shooting out from my rear end. As if that wasn't enough the front burst open exposing a small furry sheath that quickly grew larger and more massive as it moved halfway up my abs.
The rest of my pants and underwear fell away in scraps as my legs changed in size and shape. Becoming a little longer and more powerful, they scarcely looked human, especially with the rich layer of gray and black spotted fur. My feet began to ache as they expanded inside my boots; I sat down and hurriedly pulled them off. My feet were stretching and changing shape beneath my socks, lengthening and broadening a bit. I could feel my toes curl and scratch as suddenly sharp talons ripped apart the end of my socks. In the end, my feet were rather long and very animalistic, like a large cat.
I couldn't dwell on it long though as my ears popped and my jaw stretched and I yawned, opening wide as my skull changed shape. I staggered back to the bathroom to look at myself and nearly jumped as I could see my face reforming beneath the skin. Teeth lengthening, nose flattening, my jaw line pushing out from my face. I shut my eyes to block out the sight, when I opened them again they had changed too, becoming a golden brown and much more catlike. The seconds ticked past and only minutes after it had all started I had completely changed.
I looked into the mirror and couldn't believe that the image staring back was me. The creature in the mirror was taller than I was, more powerful too. With the body of a strong agile runner, muscles bulged underneath the taut skin. A long tail flicked about behind it, him, the thick sheath in the front was definitely male. Strong clawed hands held the edge of the sink in a vise-like grip, and its feline muzzle with its short nose, sharp teeth and delicate whiskers, was definitely not my face. The short dense fur that covered him from head to toe was charcoal gray and laced with dark ringed circles. No this wasn't me... it was something better.
I stood and flexed in front of the mirror, muscles visibly tensing beneath my fur. I shuddered as a chill went down my spine causing my fur to ripple. I wasn't sure what I should do next, I felt so energized and alive. My body was so much larger and stronger than before, and sexier too. Just standing there looking as myself as I ran my hands over my fur I started to feel aroused. My crotch started to swell and just the sensation of my new dick sliding out of my sheath was so intense, but I stopped, startled when I felt myself starting to purr.
Even as I grew more aroused, I became aware of how uncomfortable I was being inside. It was hot and stuffy and I could detect the smells of the various cleaning products I had used the day before and it bothered my nose. I bounded across the house to the front door and nearly clawed it apart trying to open it. Soon enough I was outside jumping around through the snow. I found it just as comfortable on all fours as I did running around on just my hind legs. I rolled around through the thick blanket of white and even climbed up into nearby trees only to leap down into the snow banks. Then I noticed the scent.
It was coming from next store at Jimmy's. I didn't recognize it at first. The more the scent drifted through my nostrils the more I realized it was Jimmy's scent, but it seemed to be changing somehow. Shit! The gloves! If they did this to me, what about Jimmy? I sprinted through the snow and up to his porch, reaching his door I pounded on it with a furry fist. He didn't answer but the smell of change was stronger over here, I could hear movement inside along with noise that sounded like grunting or growling.
"Jimmy, hey Jimmy! Open up, it's me, Alex!" Are you ok?"
"Urr...raahhh... go away! I can't, I...just go away!"
"Please Jimmy; I need to talk to you. I think I can...well I can't explain what's happening but maybe I know why."
I waited by the door as the seconds crawled by. Just when I was about to give up I heard the lock click and the door creaked open ever so slightly.
"Jimmy?"
I opened the screen door and slowly edged the other door open. Getting down on all fours I eased inside. All of the shades were pulled and the room was pitch dark but my eyes quickly adapted and I found I could see remarkably well. I could here Jimmy's heavy breathing over towards the corner and his strong scent filled the room. He was sitting back in the corner his head buried in his hands.
"Don't come any closer Alex, there's something wrong with me."
"What, you mean something like this?" I reached up and clicked on the lamp.
Jimmy turned away from the light trying to cover himself but I could see that he was different. His hands had strange markings and it looked like he had swirls of white in his black high and tight haircut. Finally he stopped cowering and looked up at me. Now, I wouldn't have though it possible to jump three feet in the air from a seated position, but he probably did.
"Holy shit Alex! What the hell happened to you? Fuck, what's happening to me?!" He stammered as he backed into the corner.
"Ummm well I'm not exactly sure but I think it has something to do with the gloves I bought. Did you wear the ones I gave you?"
Now that he was standing in front of me I could tell he wasn't as far gone as I was. In fact it looked like just his hands had changed though his head and face were covered in a fine white fur with black stripes, just like the tiger pattern on the gloves.
"Yeah! I wore the gloves and the hat but not the scarf. What are you anyway?"
I stood up proudly and stroked down my soft fur feeling my sinewy muscles ripple beneath the skin, "Some sort of snow leopard I think, that's what my gloves were. Yours were Siberian tiger so that's probably what you're changing into."
"Well how do we change back?! Is this permanent or something, what are we going to do?"
Jimmy started to panic and he seemed close to loosing it. I slowly walked over to him and placed my paws on his shoulders to hold him still.
"Its going to be okay, man. We'll figure this out. Actually, I kinda like it; I'm much stronger now than I ever was before." I grabbed him under the shoulders and lifted him off the floor with barely any effort. I could have probably held him up over my head if I had wanted to.
"Whoa! That is strong," Jimmy exclaimed as I set him down, genuinely impressed and calming down some. He started to look me over but when he looked down he quickly jerked his head back up again with an embarrassed smile on his face. "Uhh Alex? You feeling okay there?" he asked cocking his head indicating I should look down.
"Huh?" Unbeknownst to me, my dick had begun to stiffen, slowly emerging from its new home. I guess all off my preening and showing off for Jimmy was getting me turned on, either that, or it was the thought of how sexy Jimmy looked with those black and white stripes on his furry face.
"Oh sorry about that, I guess it has a mind of its own."
I dropped my paws down to cover myself but Jimmy stopped me. He looked down and slowly pulled my paws away from my pulsing cock.
"So that's what your dick looks like now? Wow that's wild, what does it feel like?"
I could scarcely believe what he was asking; it seemed too good to be true. Then I noticed a new scent mixing in with the odors of Jimmy's slow transformation. My nose told me it was arousal, the smell of sex. But it wasn't just coming from me. I looked at Jimmy and saw that his nostrils were flaring; he must have picked up on the scent too. His hands were practically resting on my hips as he held back my paws. By now my prick was fully hard, standing out to an impressive ten inches from the tip to where it disappeared into my furry sheath.
"Why don't you tell me what it feels like?" I said softly as I started sliding one of his hands over with a large paw.
His breath caught in his throat a bit and he shuddered when his hand finally made contact with my raging hard on. The short soft fur on his hand tickled but felt wonderful as his hand moved down my shaft, sliding along the smooth pink skin.
I noticed that, in addition to the plump furry sheath from which it had emerged, my dick was different than before. The skin was a deep pink almost red with a smooth blunt point at the tip instead of the circumcised mushroom head I was accustomed to. Also just below the "head" was a two inch area of raised nubs that encircled the shaft. I remembered from my biology courses in college that felines had spines on the penis but these were more like gentle ridges and smooth protruding bumps. When Jimmy's hand passed over them I felt as though I were going to blow right then and there, the stimulation of my dick through the nubs was like nothing I could have imagined.
My eyes closed to slits and my hands dropped away to my sides as Jimmy started to stroke my cock of his own accord. While he yanked and tugged on my dick, squeezing and pulling my arousal higher, he used his free hand to rub the fur than ran across my chest. I was so lost in the sensations I didn't even notice as he slowly fell down to his knees in front of me. However I did notice the warm wet feeling of his tongue on the tip of my dick. I jerked away from him suddenly but he lunged for my meat again. I had to hold his head back as he desperately tried to get his mouth around my cock.
"Jimmy! What are you doing?"
"I don't know... but I know I want to. Please man, I want to try this... I need to."
He looked up at me, his eyes pleading and hungry. I knew I wanted him to, with all my heart, but I didn't want him to regret it later. Even as I looked down at him something amazing happened. As I looked into his deep blue eyes, they started to shimmer slowly changing to a gleaming gold that caught and reflected the light. His pupils morphed into thin slits, giving his eyes a completely cat-like appearance.
My resolve melted away and I released his head. Immediately he dove forward, swallowing my cock in one fell swoop. His mouth felt so warm and wet as it tightly embraced my manhood, his tongue pressing firmly against my shaft. The bumps and ridges that lined my shaft seemed to add to the sensations of his tongue sliding across the skin. It was like no blow job I had ever experienced before. He bobbed in and out driving me deeper into his throat all the while sucking and slurping. I could actually feel my balls churning with their seed as an orgasm grew more inevitable. Jimmy never relented though and continued to work me over with newfound talent and enthusiasm. I held back as long as I could trying to postpone the moment of release, the building pressure within me felt so wonderful I wanted it to last forever.
Finally, I couldn't contain myself and I roared aloud as I blew off my massive load into his waiting throat. My knees buckled and shook as wave after wave of hot cum poured from my dick, I kept thrusting into Jimmy's face forcing him to take in every drop. I was still pumping when he had to pull away to catch his breath and several more jets of white plastered his face and ran down his neck and chest as he backed off.
Jimmy fell backwards but just as quickly jumped back up yelping in pain and surprise. He had landed directly on his new tail. Neither of us had been paying it any attention as it ripped itself free from the seat of his pants, but now we both stared as the long appendage covered in white fur ringed with black swung gently back and forth behind him. Jimmy looked back up at me grinning happily but it slowly changed from happy to devious. Without warning he pounced on top of me knocking me to my back. He was still smiling madly as drops of my own cum dripped off of him and landed on my furry chest.
Even as I stared up at him wondering what he was up to, his face became more bestial. His ears were pointed and his jaw line was just deformed enough to hint at a growing muzzle. He lay across my body when he suddenly moved in close and forcibly kissed my muzzle. His tongue extended further into my mouth than I would have thought possible and I tasted the unique combination of his animal lust and my own spent seed.
He roughly humped away on top of me grinding his crotch against my resurging erection. I could tell the bulge in his pants was shifting and growing larger by the second as his hips thrust into mine. Unexpectedly a great ripping sound punctuated the air, interrupting our grunts and groans of pleasure. His button fly popped apart ripping away as his mammoth cock broke free of its cloth restraints. This monster sized organ flopped out landing heavily on my furry stomach. It was easily two inches across and well over a foot long from the tip to where it disappeared into Jimmy's thick pulsing sheath. It had the same sleek tapered look and smooth ridges as mine, only larger. Most surprising was the stark white color of his tender flesh, as bright and vibrant as new fallen snow.
Jimmy was just as surprised as I was at the sight of his dick, but that only slowed him down a moment, just long enough to examine the claws on the tips of his fingers and use them to shred away the rest of the clothes he still wore. A solid coat of fur now covered the rest of his body; his rippling muscles looked even more impressive with the accents of the black stripes in the white fur. It looked like he was still growing too, his arm and torso lengthening and adding more muscle as they did.
His massive white prick towered above me slowly dripping with clear pre-fluid. His hands continued to increase in size as he ran them across my chest through my fur. Jimmy was strong before but if my increase in muscle mass was impressive his was truly spectacular. He could have easily rivaled the best body builders but the beautiful coat of fur he wore gave him a softer look not like the over-juiced appearance the pro's all have. He thrust his hips against mine, creating a wonderful friction between our surging cocks. I was in heaven as the soft fur of his stomach and chest rubbed across my exposed dick as he slipped lower, hovering between my legs.
Jimmy continued to drive into me, starting to growl with lust and pleasure, his hot spire of flesh grew closer to my ass. For a moment he hesitated, a glimmer of uneasy doubt flashed in his eyes but was quickly replaced by lust and longing, my moans of joy filled the room as he filled me. Every ridge and bump of his cock excited me as he pushed deeper inside. I had never been fucked by anything so massive before and I can't remember it ever feeling better. The fur on his stomach played across my own cock further stimulating it. I wanted to reach down and grab it but I found that I needed my arms to my sides to keep from being plowed away by his powerful thrusts.
For the second time in only a matter of minutes I felt an orgasm building in my loins. Jimmy's pace quickened and he leaned into me even more, moving in closer until our new muzzles met. The awkward way we mouthed at each other in no way diminished the passion I felt from him. Our tongues mingled occasionally smacking each other's noses as my arousal swelled. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I never wanted it to end. My entire body suddenly tensed and threw my head back and roared, my cock throbbed and jumped, squirting gobs of cream that covered my chest. The great loads of seed started to soak into my fur, pushed in more as Jimmy rubbed against me, sticky strands infiltrating his new fur coat as well.
The massive hunk of a tiger wasn't though yet though, as he continued to pummel my rapidly numbing ass. He was growling louder now as well, large sharp teeth barred, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he grunted and panted. Both his pace and his breathing quickened and I could tell he was close to cumming. I looked up at him and smiled as he went slightly cross-eyed just before he blew, his hot spunk burning in my ass as he filled me. The heat was phenomenal, and it just kept flowing. Jet after jet flowed into me, near to the point of bursting. It added to the pressure and weight of his gargantuan cock in my guts, ultimately leaking out and pooling around my tail on the floor.
When at last his orgasm subsided, Jimmy pulled himself free then collapsed down on the floor beside me. He was still panting heavily; the warm rush of his breath tickled my ear, making it twitch. I looked over at him and shook my head in disbelief, as for what he just did as for the massive and sexy creature he had become. His face still held his human expressions but the short muzzle and square jaw line looked very much like a tiger. The short dense fur hugged his body close, accentuating his muscle mass in all the right areas.
Part of my mind told me I should be concerned about the changes in us, but that part was a small and shrinking one. The more I pondered it the more I realized I liked what was happening, I only wanted to run and play in the snow, and spend every moment with Jimmy.
Jimmy sighed next to me, "is it just me or is it really hot in here?'
I giggled, "You do look pretty hot, especially those stripes."
"Hmmm, well I think spots are sexy," he added, sitting up and using a massive paw to play connect the dots across my chest.
"Oh yeah? If you want 'em you're gonna have to catch me first." I playfully shoved him aside and made a break for the door.
I barely made it out the door before I was tackled and thrown down to the snow by a mass of black and white fur. The sun was starting to move lower and the sky and cast long shadows through the bare tree branches above, it made Jimmy nearly invisible. The snow and cold scarcely penetrated our fur as we roughhoused in the yard. Sometimes I would catch Jimmy looking himself over in wonder and I would take the opportunity to blindside him with a barrage of snowballs.
Even as the sun disappeared and darkness set in I didn't want the fun to end. Fortunately our new eyes had much better vision and the increasing cold still was no bother. Eventually we did decide to go in, if for nothing more than a chance to get something to eat. It took a little while to shake all the snow from our fur. After we ravaged the kitchen we were sitting together on the couch, I had my head in his lap as he scratched my ears when I noticed the message light flashing on my answering machine.
"Good afternoon Mr. Kraus. I'm calling from Gene-Pool sportswear. Our records show that you purchased some of our new line of winter clothing today. By now you should be acquainted with some of our product's unique features. As such we would like to invite you and a guest to join our research and development team at our new facility in Northern Canada."
I sat up and Jimmy looked at me questioningly, but I didn't really know any more than he did so I just shrugged.
"I can assure you that our benefits and compensation package are second to none and you will be extremely comfortable in the community we have set up. We will take care of all personal matters for you so you can join our company immediately."
"Transportation will be waiting for you tomorrow at 5 A.M. in front of the sporting goods store where you purchased the clothing. There is no need to bring anything as you will be provided with everything that you need. Thank you and we look forward to seeing you."
By now we were both standing over the answering machine as the message finished. For me, there was no doubt, I definitely wanted to go, there was nothing keeping me in my current life anyway. I wasn't sure Jimmy felt the same way though.
"So what do you think?"
"I don't think we have that much of a choice Alex, but really I don't care. So long as we're together."
I grinned from ear to ear and hugged the massive tiger. "You know Jimmy, I didn't like the cold that much before, but I guess it's not so bad after all."
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Title: Dr. Snip Ch. 06
Tags: time travel, adventure, sci-fi, science fiction, battle
Angel was away on a mission for Steve, he was trying to see if he could help Alison have children of her own. Steve was reading the news on his computer, he was now aware that his self appointed task was world wide and he needed the internet to keep him abreast of any trouble that may require his special talents.
Merlin had supplied him with a 26th Century computer, and had programmed it to flag any news story that contained certain key words. The computer was completely holographic; it was basically a figment of Steve's imagination projected by his implant, as was Merlin's avatar.
It was a three dimensional cube, that appeared to float in midair. Any news deemed relevant to Dr. Snip, was presented in an orderly fashion. He still liked to keep his hand in, combating the grass roots level of Crimes involving the young.
The Newspapers in Ohio, were reporting the disappearance of a young boy. He had been missing for two days, and his parents were frantic with worry. They had even been on their local TV, appealing for help from the public.
Had Steve not been so busy lately, he would have been on the case earlier. Still time as they say was on his side; making a note of the parents address he finished his tea. He dressed as usual in his long black Kevlar coat.
Excalibur was concealed in its hidden sheath, or as concealed as a four foot long sword could be. He jumped to the parent's house, ensuring he picked a time in the evening when it would be dark.
The boy's parents were Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, their son Toby had gone to school as usual and that was the last he had been seen by anyone. They lived in Ohio, in a little town called Lysander. Paul Jackson was a big black man who had his own tyre business in the town, and was a well respected member of the community.
When his doorbell rang he looked through the spy hole before opening the door. He and his wife had been plagued by reporters; since appearing on the TV. He had known that this would happen, but considered it a small price to pay if it helped get his son back.
He couldn't quite make out who was standing there; it looked like a black silhouette. He squared his shoulders and opened the door, the man standing on his porch didn't look at all like a reporter. As Paul stood looking at him, Steve handed him his calling card. It simply said "Dr. Snip."
At the start of his quest he used to use a pair of secatures, as his calling card. They were a reminder of what fate had in store, for any criminals that caught Dr. snips attention. However he realised that he would also be interacting with good people; so had some mundane cards printed for that purpose.
Paul's hand shook as he read that name; he had read of this man. In Britain he was wanted for murder, but Paul was a well informed man, and knew about the sort of people that this man was accused of killing.
'I am honoured to meet you, please come in,' he invited the tall dark man.
Steve followed Paul into his living room.
'My wife is upstairs trying to sleep, Paul explained 'she is exhausted from the constant worry.'
'I would like to help find Toby,' said Steve, ' it would be best if nobody knew I was involved. To be blunt, I may have to kill whoever has your son, and if I do you may be accused of hiring me to do it.'
Paul was shocked at the cold blooded way this man spoke of killing. However he wanted his son back at all costs, so he gave Steve all the details he required in order to track Toby. Steve thanked him and let himself out of the house. This was almost routine to Steve, he jumped back in time to the last location Toby was seen, and then just kept an eye on the boy until something happened. As usual it was a pretty simple snatch, a van pulled up beside the boy as he walked home.
A man showed him a map and asked him to point out a certain place. When the helpful boy leaned in to see the map, he was dragged inside the van and it drove away. Steve was very tempted to just stop the van, kill the driver and rescue the boy. However he decided to follow it for a while, in case there were others involved.
Steve had been discussing a certain QT effect with Merlin. When he was dealing with Jeckell the rogue War Minister, he had left one version of him on Angels sunning ledge in the Jurassic. When he had returned Jeckell was gone, or at least Steve couldn't see him.
Merlin had theorised that perhaps he was now slightly out of sync with our timeline, and so was effectively invisible and intangible. Steve's curious mind had wondered if it were possible to set the QT to throw himself slightly out of phase. Not enough to make him intangible, but just enough to make him invisible.
Melin aka The World Brain; had spent quite a few seconds on this question. This translated into years of thought for a human being. He finally came up with a modification to the QT; that had the effect of an interference field.
This wouldn't make Steve perfectly invisible, but it would make him transparent to light. Steve with the bravery of the ignorant; tried it out in front of a full length mirror. When the field was on, his body was pushed slightly out of phase with his universe.
He was only a single nanosecond removed from his main timeline, but the result was as if he was made of glass. If you knew he was there it was easy to see him. However if he stood still, and you didn't know he was there, then your eyes wouldn't see him.
Merlin had been very pleased with himself, even AI's needed praise now and then, and Steve was generous with his.
'Not quite the Invisible Man old friend but close enough I think' he said, smiling at the old wizard. Steve jumped to the top of the vans roof, and switched on the field.
By lying prone and holding on to the roof, he was carried along without being noticed by passing cars. This saved him having to make numerous small jumps to keep the van in sight. His hands were getting tired as the van continued to travel for some miles, before turning off into a dirt track heading into a stand of trees.
There was an old timber house at the end of this dirt road, and finally the van pulled up in front of it and the engine was turned off. Steve was so stiff from hanging on; that by the time he got down from the roof the kidnapper had carried Toby into the house.
Steve turned off the interference field and reappeared. He was not in a very good mood, and decided that he would just walk into the house and ask serious and painful questions of whomever he found there. To his surprise when he entered the house it appeared empty, he looked around the ground floor and climbed the stairs to the upper floor.
There was nobody about. He decided that there must be a cellar; all these creepy old houses had cellars. It seemed to be a requirement of these sort of criminals; that they lurked in cellars.
Sure enough a search of the floor showed a trapdoor, he opened it and walked down the stairs. Steve found himself in a corridor, which had six doors, three each side connecting to it.
He could hear a disturbance from the end door on his right, and walked towards it. Toby was struggling with a heavily built man, who was tying him to a chair. Steve drew Excalibur and without any drama, smashed the man over the head with the solid steel pommel. The big man grunted in shock and pain, before crashing to the ground.
'Your Dad, Paul Jackson sent me to rescue you' he told Toby, who was just as scared of this big man with the sword as he had been of his kidnapper. Hearing the name of his father, reassured the boy that he was going to be all right, and he visibly relaxed.
Steve could have used the razor edge of Excalibur to sever the boys bonds, but thought it might scare him. Sheathing the sword, he carefully untied the knots securing Toby to the chair. He led the boy out of the room, and locked the man inside it for later.
'Are you Ok Toby?' he asked as they climbed the stairs from the cellar.
'Yes Sir,' the boy replied holding tightly to Steve's hand.
'I'm going to do some Magic now, I want you to close your eyes and when you open them you will be surprised,' said Steve to the boy.
Despite his fear Toby trusted this man, and dutifully closed his eyes. Steve picked him up in his arms, and jumped them to Paul Jackson's house. Paul Jackson was on his way to join his wife in bed, when the doorbell rang. It was very late and he considered ignoring it, but when it rang again he sighed and again looked through the security lens to see who it was.
The black silhouette was standing there again. Paul opened the door, and was almost knocked over when Toby jumped into his arms. He looked down at the excited face of his son, and burst into tears of relief.
The heart crushing pain that he had been living with for the past days lifted, and was replaced with a joy so powerful that it was almost painful. He cried out his son's name as he spun him around happily. The big man in black just stood there quietly, drinking in the happiness he had caused.
He needed this to repair the dark areas of his soul, damaged by too much blood and death.
'Please come in and sit down Dr., I must take Toby up to see his mother,' said Paul beaming at Steve.
As Paul ran upstairs with his son, Steve walked into the sitting room and sat on a sofa. No chance of a cup of tea in Ohio, he thought. He wondered how Angel was getting on with Dr. Young in the 26th Century.
Angel was getting on fine; she was enjoying persuading the Doctor. She had persuaded him twice already and he was lying on the bed exhausted.
'Please Angel, no more you will kill me if you keep on,' he begged.
'But I promised I would persuade you,' she said.
'I said I would do the Operation before you dragged me into bed,' he protested.
'Well I obviously didn't hear you did I, perhaps you should check out my ears. You seem to have checked out the rest of my body pretty thoroughly,' she replied cheekily.
'You are insatiable, you wanton hussy,' he accused staggering into her shower room. He allowed himself to fall limply into the pool, and swam slowly towards the waterfall that acted as Angels shower. Angel joined him in the water, and he managed to have his shower despite her helping hands.
'When do you want to do this operation? he asked as she was soaping him in interesting places.
'I have no idea; I don't think Steve has actually asked her if she wants it to be done. He is checking first of all if it is possible, before he broaches the subject to her,' said Angel nibbling Paul's neck.
'It's a relatively simple procedure, but I suppose it would be deemed impossible back then,' said Paul slipping his hand between her legs.
'Why Doctor, not another internal surely,' giggled Angel.
Steve looked up as Paul came back into the room; he was still carrying Toby as if afraid to let go of him. He was followed by his wife; who flew towards Steve and hugged him to her ample bosom. His face was pressed between her enormous breasts, until he thought he would suffocate. At last she let him go, but before he could take a much-needed breath he was being kissed all over his face.
'Thank You, Thank You. O lord Thank You,' she said happily. Steve had to smile in the face of so much happiness; it was like a tonic to him.
He reminded the family not to mention his involvement in case of future complications, and eventually was allowed to leave with much blessings and thanks being rained upon him. Outside the house, he quickly jumped back to the kidnappers house.
There had always been a chance that he might have escaped from the room, but thankfully he was still locked inside it as the hammering on the door revealed. Steve knelt down outside the door to the room, and slipped a calling card under it.
The hammering ceased instantly, and he heard a muffled curse as the kidnapper realised who he was dealing with. Before he dealt with the kidnapper, Steve investigated the other rooms. All the heavy doors were fitted with spyholes. He was shocked to find that they were all occupied by young people.
He unlocked the door to the room containing the oldest of the group, thinking that the young man would be better able to tell him what was going on. He was stunned to realise after questioning this approximately 20 yr old young man, that he had been imprisoned by the kidnapper who was called Joe, for many years.
The young man 's name was Chuck, and he asked Steve what year it was. When Steve told him he burst into tears, and sat on his bed distraught.
'My parents must think I'm dead' he sobbed. Steve left him there, and questioned the other four young people.
They all had a similar tale to tell of being abducted years ago, and simply kept prisoner by Joe. Joe had fed and watered them, but had not told them what was going on in the world. In the early days he had abused them, but as the years went on he lost interest and just kept them imprisoned.
Steve was at a loss what to do here; he should of course just call the cops and let them handle Joe. However he knew about the Stockholm syndrome; and was concerned that the victims of this Joe might find it hard to press charges after so many years. Then again Joe could always plead insanity, and escape justice that way. No, to Dr. Snips way of thinking there was no choice; Joe had to go.
Obviously the name of Dr. Snip although recognised in America, wasn't as feared as he would have liked. He decided to do something about that. Steve had locked the kids into their rooms temporarily, whilst he dealt with Joe.
He stood outside the locked door of the room where he had imprisoned Joe, and knocked politely. He waited a few seconds, and then jumped into the room via the QT. He appeared on the far side of the room, looking towards the door. Joe was waiting to one side of the door with a table leg in his meaty hand, waiting to smash anyone who entered.
Dr. Snip drew his sword slowly; the hiss of steel against leather was reminiscent of a snake before it struck. Joe was a very big man and fast on his feet, he whirled round and threw himself across the room. The wooden table leg held high, ready to smash down onto Snips skull.
Snip swung Excalibur in a vertical stroke, powered by all the disgust he had for such a man, who would take the youth of these kids for his own perverted pleasure. The razor sharp blade cut straight down onto Joe's head; first his skull then the bone and blubber of his burly body parting like butter until Excalibur exited his body between his legs.
The two halves of Joe's body fell away from each other, and hit the floor with a meaty slap. To avoid the blood and guts, Snip jumped out of the room into the top half of the house where Joe had lived. He found paper and pen, and wrote a warning to all those who abducted and imprisoned children.
"Be Warned, what I did to this man I will do to anyone guilty of the same crime, I am watching all of you. Dr. Snip."
Steve walked back down the stairs, and using a knife he had found in Joe's room impaled the note to the door.
All that was left to do was call the Local Cops; he did so and gave them a summery of what had transpired, leaving out any mention of Toby. Paul Jackson had agreed to say that Toby had been found safe and well, without any mention of Dr. Snip's involvement. Steve knew that the media would be so excited over the finding of Joe's body, that they would ignore Toby's return.
As usual Steve waited until the Cops showed up, they arrived in six cars with lights flashing and sirens screaming. When showing himself to the police, Steve always wore an executioners mask to protect Dr. Snip's secret identity of Steven Steele. As the Cops exited their vehicles, they drew their side arms and covered Snip as he stood next to a tree.
'Don't move Dr. Snip, put your hands on your head and step forward,' he was commanded. Steve laconically saluted his fellow law enforcement operatives, and stepped behind the tree. When the Cops surrounded the tree, Dr. Snip had vanished.
The National papers picked up the story, and again the name of Dr. Snip was associated with bloody slaughter. His note was plastered across the front pages of all the papers, and CNN did a special report on this British Vigilante.
Steve was back in his kitchen scanning through these stories, he hoped he had done enough to stem for a little while this sick crime. It lightened his soul to see footage of the kidnappers victims being Re-united with their families.
He was amazed, that the media actually showed the mother of one of the children, publicly thanking Dr. Snip for rescuing her son. All the young people would need counselling but they were alive and had the majority of their lives left to live.
'Ta Ra!' yelled Angel as she appeared in front of him, her beaming face telling him that her mission had been successful.
'What not shagging the lovely Doctor? Surely you haven't tired of her already? asked Angel mischievously.
'Come here and be kissed woman,' he growled at her holding out his arms. With a squeal of joy, Angel jumped onto his lap and kissed him passionately.
'So you haven't be shagging then?' she persisted.
'No you nosy little fucker, I have been busy causing chaos in the USA,' he replied.
'However, now you are back,' Steve jumped them upstairs to the bedroom, and they spent the rest of the day catching up on things. After they had worn each other out, they lay quiescent. Steve asked if everything was arranged with the Doctor.
Upon being assured that the operation would take place as and when required, it left him with the problem of asking Alison if indeed she wanted to be fixed. Steve knew enough about women, to know that he knew nothing about women.
He had no idea how she would react when he offered her the chance to become a mother. She might see his efforts as a fucking cheek, interfering in her life so intimately.
She might see it as a criticism that he didn't want her the way she was, but needed her to be fertile for his own reasons. Women; were a minefield of emotions, and he was suddenly scared to proceed further.
'Help me Angel,' he asked humbly, 'I don't know how to broach the subject to Alison. It is such a intimate and personal matter, that she might resent my interfering.'
Unfortunately as Steve had mentioned to Alison, Angel was almost an Alien when it came to matters of sex and procreation.
Every British woman was fertile, that was ensured before birth. Angel simply assumed that Alison would be overjoyed at the chance to have a baby if she wanted to.
'I think that if you offer this as giving her the choice of whether or not to get pregnant, she might consider it in a better light. At the moment she has no choice in the matter. Regardless of how many men fuck her she will not get pregnant. After the operation, she will be able to choose if she gets pregnant. She is an intelligent woman; she will see that this is a win win situation. Although it would be ironic if after all this effort, she ends up taking the contraceptive pill to avoid getting pregnant next time you fuck her,' said Angel.'Bear in mind Steve, that she may even decide to have a baby by some other man, how would you handle that?'
Angel's words, made Steve realise just what it was about Alison that increased her allure for him. No matter how much Angel loved him, she couldn't have his child. She was British Aristocracy, and simply wasn't allowed to have children with just anyone. Steve simply wasn't good enough, to be the father of her future children.
Alison on the other hand was 20th Century human, and if made fertile could carry Steve's child. Perhaps he was being driven in this, by some sub-conscious primordial need to procreate.
'Fuck it, I will just offer her the option of becoming fertile and see what she says,' he told Angel.
Alison was in bed after a long day, there had been an outbreak of colds amongst the children, and she had been busy tending to their needs.
'Mind if I come in?' asked a well-loved voice. She looked towards her chair, and was pleased to see Steve sitting there watching her fondly.
'Come and join me,' she offered pulling back the covers.
'I would love to Alison, but I have some serious talking to do. I need you to be concentrating on what I am going to tell you,' he replied seriously. Oh my God, she thought, is he dumping me? She pulled the covers back up around her neck as if for protection, and asked him what he was talking about.
'Have you ever seen someone who had a problem that to them seemed unsolvable,' he asked by way of preamble.
'For instance, you see a poor woman in the snow and offer her your warm coat. You honestly think you are doing a good thing, but she takes offence at your action and brands it as charity.
You have hurt her pride and she refuses the coat, and battles on through the snow as she was before. The down side of this, is that if she liked you before you offended her then she doesn't like you afterwards,' he said nervously.
Alison had stopped cringing, as she realised that whatever he was talking about it certainly wasn't anything to do with dumping her.
'Steve' she interrupted, 'if you offered me a warm coat in the snow, I would say thank you very much and kiss you. Where is this coat then?' she asked.
'What coat? asked Steve puzzled.
'I don't know, the coat you have just been talking about' she replied equally puzzled. She watched as he just sat there, his mouth opening and then closing as if he were about to say something, and then deciding against it.
She got out of bed and sat on his lap.
'Calm down darling,' she whispered ' just tell me what it is you came to tell me, and let me sort it out for you.'
'I love you Alison, and I want to give you a present. Angel's Doctor in the 26th Century; says he can fix you so you can have children if you want to. Please understand that I only did this because I love you, and not because I wouldn't if you couldn't have children,' he blurted out in a rush.
'But I can't have children, the best doctors have confirmed it,' she protested.
'Angel, help me,' he sent out a call on his implant for his partner. Without fuss, Angel appeared at the bottom of Alison's bed.
'Angel, please show Alison what 26th Century doctors can do,' he begged. Angel thought for a moment and reached into her utility belt.
She brought out a sharp knife, and placing her hand flat on Alison's bedside table, slammed the sharp point of the knife into her hand. Alison jumped in horror at this, and would have rushed to stem the bleeding if indeed there had been any. Apart from a very light scratch Angel's hand was uninjured.
'Sub-dermal armour Alison; put there by Dr. Young.' She then showed Alison both her hands, blue flames seemed to appear from her fingers.
'What on earth is that? Alison asked amazed.
'Monofilament retractable nails,' replied Angel proudly.
'The blue flame effect, is simply air molecules being destroyed as they collide with my nails. I can cut through anything with these.
Also I have never ever been ill in my life, my body is genetically enhanced, and as perfect as 26th Century medicine can make it. Fixing your plumbing my dear Primitive, is child's play to my Doctor Young.'
Alison hugged Steve, ' So you would like me to be able to have children? Why Steve? Why do you want me to be fertile? she asked, looking him in his eyes.
'Because I want you to have my babies,' he whispered eyes downcast.
She hugged him tightly, ' There's my clever boy, that was the only answer I wanted to hear from you. I love you and I would love to have your babies, when do we do this then?'
Steve almost collapsed with relief, she had accepted his gift and seemed pleased with him. He jumped out of the chair, and spun her round wildly.
'God I love you, even though you drive me fucking mad,' he said laughing with relief.
'As to when how about right now, don't forget I can have you back here in seconds regardless how long it takes,' he said hugging her lovingly. Alison had to get dressed, so Angel jumped ahead to arrange things. Finally dressed in her best clothes, Alison announced that she was ready.
Steve held her securely in his arms, and jumped them to Angel's Century. Alison was amazed as Steve had been, when they materialised in a verdant forest. A deer was startled by their sudden appearance, and crashed off into the underbrush.
Birds were singing in the trees, and the sun was very bright due to the cleanliness of the air.
'Where on earth are we?' she asked, awestruck by the natural beauty of the place.
'London, England' he replied, as proud of it as if he had been born here.
'Was there a War?' she asked.
'No darling, this was done deliberately, the city is now underground.
They returned the land to its original state, and reintroduced the wild life.'
'How do we get down to the city then?'
Steve walked her to a rose covered ring of stone,
'This is a portal, its like a fixed QT device that only takes you to one destination. We walk through it, and we are in the city.'
Angel had already programmed the Portal, so Steve simply took Alison's hand and led her through it into the City of London. She was delighted at the beauty of the City. Although underground it was difficult if not impossible to believe, that they were hundreds of feet beneath the forest.
This London was made of glass and translucent plastics, it was light and airy and the colours were dazzling.
'It's like I always dreamt fairy land would be,' she said entranced. Steve was beaming with pride, he loved to impress this woman and make her happy.
He led her to Angel's apartment, where she was waiting with the inevitable cup of tea.
'Its beautiful Angel' she exclaimed, as she was handed her tea.
'Yes I suppose it is in a way,' agreed Angel, she had been brought up here so was a bit jaded by the city.
'I have arranged the procedure for tomorrow morning,' she said.
'I thought you may want to show Alison around before the big event.'
'Thank you Angel darling, that was very thoughtful of you,' Steve said kissing her. Alison watched, as Angel glowed when Steve praised her.
It was obvious to another woman, that despite Angel's sexual proclivities she was deeply in love with Steve. Well so am I, she thought to herself, we will just have to get along. She decided to take the bull by the horns and ask outright.
'Angel, I love Steve and if this thing works I intend to have his baby, will that be a problem for you?'
'Fuck No, I don't care how many babies you have Alison, the more the merrier as far as I am concerned. Just don't expect me to babysit too often' she replied smiling at Alison.
'Forgive me if this is a cultural taboo subject, but don't you want to have his children?' Alison persisted.
Angel thought for a few seconds, before replying.
'Can't be done I'm afraid, I am British, and I am of the Aristocracy. We have a duty to the Bloodline, and although I love Steve madly, I owe everything I am to Britain. If I ever have a child, it will be with an approved mate.'
Alison was deeply shocked to hear this, Steve was right, Angel was almost an Alien when you scratched beneath the surface humanity. Angel could deduce what Alison was thinking, so tried to explain her words.
'Alison, I am the result of generations of genetically enhanced Britons. Britain made my body, and improved it to the limits of physical perfection. I can run faster than your fastest athlete, jump higher, swim farther. I am never ill, I can't be ill; my body fights all infections and wins every time. With luck I should live for three hundred years, and that is without replacement parts. So you see that I can't disrupt this programme, just because I fall in love with a primitive man.'
Alison had got more of an answer than she had bargained for. She felt like a cavewoman, compared to Angel. She was pretty fit herself, but she felt like a Geriatric after listening to Angel's specification. Why the fuck did Steve want her, when he had Angel?
'Hey,' said Steve sensing her unease, 'we Cave-people have to stick together.' He gave her a big hug, and decided to take her mind off this by taking her on a sight seeing trip. He whispered to Angel, and they all walked towards the nearest portal.
They spent quite a few hours sightseeing; Big Ben was still standing, although it was now coated with a protective polymer. It was the one of the structures that the British had voted as symbolising London, so it had been dismantled and rebuilt underground. Angel would have introduced Alison to the King, but he was away touring the colonies.
By the time they returned to Angel's apartment, Alison was in need of a shower and a rest. Not to mention a cup of tea. Steve couldn't wait to show Alison, Angel's shower room. It was themed as a waterfall pouring into a pool, and was extremely realistic.
Alison wasn't at all shy about undressing in front of Steve, but she found herself blushing when Angel joined them in the shower room. To her surprise, Angel just jumped straight in wearing her cat suit. Steve delighted in telling her that Angel's clothes washed off, and Alison found herself watching with interest as Angel rubbed herself naked in the water.
Seeing Angel stark naked brought back all Alison's insecurities, she felt short and flabby against Angels tall tanned firm body. Alison's large breasts tended to sag slightly, whereas Angels stuck out proudly without benefit of a bra or plastic surgery.
Angel's body was hairless except for her head, whilst Alison seemed to have a bush growing between her legs. She quickly jumped into the pool to hide her body from his eyes. Steve was in heaven, he had both his women together and they seemed to like each other.
He was wondering about the sleeping arrangements, he knew that Angel would be only too happy to share a bed with him and Alison. He wasn't sure if Alison was confident enough, to share a bed with Angel. Angel was trying to relax Alison, and was soaping her back.
Alison couldn't help but feel Angel's nipples, brushing across her naked skin as if by accident. Alison had never been with a woman in her life, and didn't know how to react to this. She decided to take things as they came, and see what happened.
She gasped quietly, when Angel's hands slipped around her waist and soaped her breasts.
'You have very nice breasts Ali,' complimented Angel as she rubbed soap all over them.
'Nice and firm, will you breast feed do you think?'
Alison decided to brazen it out,
'Yes I think I will, I believe breast feeding helps a baby develop better than being bottle fed.'
'Nice big nipples,' said Angel rubbing Alison's nipples between her fingers, 'I bet they will squirt out the milk very well.'
Despite herself; Alison was getting turned on by Angel's attention. She was slightly disappointed when Angel stopped soaping her, and turned round so Alison could soap her back. The feel of Angel's firmly muscled back, brought home the fact that as far as bodies were concerned, Alison just couldn't compete with Angel.
Her breasts were firm, her bottom was firm, and Alison could detect not the slightest trace of cellulite. When Alison began to soap Angel's breasts, she realised that her nipples were as hard as Angels were. She looked over to where Steve was playing in the waterfall; he was having fun and ignoring them for a while.
'Don't forget to soap me everywhere' whispered Angel seductively. Alison slid her soapy hand between Angel's legs; she was completely bald down there. She wasn't shaven; there just wasn't any hair there at all. Alison's fingers slid between Angels labia, and she felt her leaning forward until Alison's nipples were rubbing against Angel's.
Angel groaned softly as Alison's soapy fingers slipped up inside her. Alison had never fingered a woman's vagina. She had sometimes checked her own vagina in a medical way, but the feeling of Angels vaginal walls gripping her fingers, was making her own vagina wet with illicit desire.
Angel suddenly grabbed her, and holding her firmly kissed her deeply on the mouth. Alison was helpless, against the unconscious strength of this Amazon. She couldn't possibly fight, so she surrendered to her tongue and allowed it access to her mouth.
It was Angel's turn to slip her fingers through Alison's hairy pubes, and deep into her body. Angel had made love to many women, and knew just what to do to bring Alison near to orgasm. Alison found herself being lifted up, so her legs were wrapped around Angel's waist.
She felt a slippery finger slip up inside her anus; she had never felt anything like this in her life. She was helpless in Angel's strong arms, and decided to go with the flow. Another finger slid into her vagina, and Alison orgasmed onto Angel's fingers as she was being kissed.
Angel held her easily as she convulsed in passion, Alison bit into Angel's neck as the waves of her orgasm washed through her. Had it not been for Angel's sub-dermal armour; she would have drawn blood, such was her passion. Alison had never been held so easily, Angel was phenomenally strong and Alison found herself holding tightly to her like a child.
'Are you Ok Ali?' Angel asked quietly, rocking Alison in her arms.
'Oh my God, Yes, Angel I am very much Ok, I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I am not a lesbian you know,' whispered Alison into Angel's ear.
'Neither am I dear, I like men far too much to deny myself the pleasure they can give me.'
Steve chose this moment to join them,
'How are my beautiful girls?' he asked smiling at them both. Angel passed Alison into his arms, and dived underwater to give them some privacy.
'Take me to bed right now and fuck me rigid,' Alison whispered.
Steve needed no further prompting and leaving Angel to her shower; he carried Alison into the bedroom. He had no sooner laid her on the bed, than she was guiding him into her. He noticed that she was extremely juicy as he entered her.
'Fuck me hard Steve, as hard and fast as you can,' she begged.
Alison was normally reticent in bed as regards erotic talk, and her pleas really turned him on. Angel smiled to herself, as she heard Alison's screams of passion echoing through her apartment. There's my boy Steve, she thought to herself, fuck her hard and give her one from me.
After Steve had brought her to orgasm twice more, Alison fell asleep in his arms. When she awoke, she was sandwiched between Steve and Angel. Steve was still fast asleep; Alison noticed how hot Angel's body felt as she slept.
As a doctor, Alison realised that Angel's metabolism must run at a far higher rate, than a normal humans. There were no bedcovers; the temperature of the room negated the need. Angel's body was displayed to Alison's eyes; she was lying on her back with her legs slightly apart.
Alison smiled a wicked smile to herself; make me come would you? she thought to herself, as she crept between Angel's legs. She gently eased Angel's legs further apart, until she had a clear view of her naked pubes.
Spreading Angel's inner lips apart, she gently thrust her tongue into her vagina. Angel tasted lovely, and soon Alison was licking and sucking on her labia with enjoyment.
Even in her sleep Angel was a wanton, she opened her legs wider to allow Alison deeper access to her sex. Alison began to finger Angel with one hand, whilst rubbing Angel's clitoris with the other.
Soon Alison's fingers were soaked in juices, as Angel approached orgasm. Alison withdrew her finger from Angel's vagina and thrust it deep into her anus. The sensation of being penetrated; pushed Angel into her orgasm.
If Alison had expected Angel to come quietly she was to be surprised.
'Fuck Me Ahhhhhhhhh' screamed Angel, as she almost exploded upwards from the bed. Her body arched in passion, as she squirted her juices all over Alison's face and body.
'Oh Fuck Me, You Sexy Fucking Cunt You,' she screamed as the second wave of pleasure slammed through her body. Steve jack-knifed from the bed in alarm; he looked around for the attacker remembering the incident with the Storm Trooper.
When he got his act together, he noticed Angel convulsing on the bed naked, with Alison's head between her legs. Alison appeared to be biting Angel's vaginal lips, causing her orgasm to continue until Steve could clearly hear Angel begging Alison to stop.
'Can't take any more eh? Ok Angel I'll stop for a minute to let you get your breath back. But I might just need to fuck you again later,' said Alison victoriously.
'You fucking Bitch,' gasped Angel as her body relaxed from the orgasmic storm that had hammered through it.
'Yes Angel darling I am a Bitch, we make a good pair don't we?' she asked smiling at her tall lover.
Steve was surprised and pleased, to see Alison and Angel kissing each other. He climbed back into bed, and was immediately attacked by both of them. Alison sat on his face, whilst Angel tried to swallow him whole. Eventually he had to resort to his ultimate weapon against Angel. Alison giggled as he tickled Angel into submission.
Alison wasn't giggling the next day; she was shaking with nerves as she followed Angel through the B.T.O. building to meet Dr. Paul Young. She was amazed at how young he was to be Chief Bio technician. Angel whispered in Alison's ear, that the Doctor was over seventy years old.
'He still fucks like a rabbit though,' she confessed.
Alison assumed that she would understand the procedure he was going to use to fix her plumbing. She was embarrassed to discover that she couldn't follow a word of his explanation.
She felt like a new student back at medical school, trying to listen to two surgeons discussing a complicated operation. Dr. Young was using words like Nano-bot, Stem Cell replacement, Genetic Adjustment and other terms she couldn't even begin to understand. In the end it all boiled down to whether she trusted Angel's Doctor.
She decided she did, and she was taken into the Operation Room. She was given a glass of water and asked to drink it. She did so, and sat on the bed waiting for the Operation to begin. Dr. Young was studying a strange hologramatic depiction, of a woman's internal organs.
He was humming to himself, as he made small adjustments to various devices. Alison was getting worried in case he had decided not to proceed with the operation, when he looked up and told her it was all over.
'What's all over?' she asked, ' was that my pre-med?'
'No Alison that was your Operation, everything is working perfectly now. It is my duty as a British Doctor, to encourage you to become pregnant as soon as possible.'
'But you didn't do anything' she protested.
'What did you expect me to do?' he asked puzzled.
' I gave you the programmed Nano-bots, you drank them, they fixed you. What else did you want me to do?'
'Well I expected you to open me up, and twiddle about inside me or something' she said.
'Ah yes, cutting you open, primitive thinking I'm afraid. Would you like me to shake a chicken's foot over you or something? How about some leeches?'
Alison shut her mouth firmly.
She realised she was so far out of her depth, that she could sink in her own ignorance.
'I'm sorry Doctor, allow me to thank you for fixing me, if there is anything I can do for you please don't hesitate to ask,' she said politely.
'It's Ok Alison, Angel has already had sex with me, so I am fine thank you for offering,' he said with a smile. Alison blushed scarlet, as she realised he thought she was offering him sex.
'Angel help me' she cried, as Angel entered the room Alison threw herself into her strong arms for protection.
'How do you feel darling?' asked Angel.
'I don't know, I can't believe I'm fixed, its all too weird here. Please take me home Angel' she begged.
'You sure you don't want Paul to do something about your nose while you're here,' Angel asked quietly.
'NO, what the fucks the matter with my nose?' exclaimed Alison looking around for a mirror.
'Nothing dear,' said Angel grinning wickedly.
Eventually they were all sitting round Steve's kitchen table again. Alison booked herself into her own doctors, for a complete physical. She had to know if she was fixed, and her own Doctor could confirm whether or not she was fully functional again.
Steve's money sped the process enormously, and soon Alison was crying tears of joys as her results proved she was a fully functioning woman. Steve and Angel held her between them as she cried.
'Take me back to my children please,' she asked. ' I need to be with them for a while to absorb this.'
Steve understood and jumped her back to the orphanage, ten seconds after she had left it a barren woman. She was now fertile, and needed to get her head around the massive change in her life.
'I'll be back,' he said smiling at her, and vanished.
Steve was over the moon; he had done something positive for a change. Perhaps there was something in the Voodoo Gods after all. Perhaps Mawu Lisa the Voodoo Goddess of Creation, was helping him.
Thinking of this reminded him, that if anything he was the Voodoo God of War and destruction. It was time he spread some destruction, amongst the purveyors of Child porn on the Internet.
There was a surfeit of Sex on the World Wide Web; it was human nature to be interested in sex and sexual activity. Steve as an ex soldier had often watched porn films and enjoyed them. In the main, the Internet was as well policed by the servers; as something so gigantic could be.
Most Sex sites only used people over the age of eighteen. As adults they were allowed to do anything sexual they liked, even bestiality was condoned, as long as the human component was an adult. Dr. Snip had no problem at all with any of these sites.
However there was the under strata of the Web, where illegal sites could be found by those who looked hard enough. These were his next target, and although the self appointed policemen of the Internet couldn't find these sites, Dr. Snip could.
He had an ally, in the being known to him as Merlin. Merlin was the World Brain of the 26th Century. He was an AI an Artificial Intelligence that had evolved in the electron dance that was the Web.
If Steve considered Angel an Alien, then Merlin was something else. It had no emotions; it had no glands to produce the chemicals that caused emotions. It had no friends; it was unique in and of itself.
It was the most powerful being on the planet; humans had abrogated their responsibility to it, and trusted it completely. It could be schizophrenic, and had tried to kill Steve a while back. But as they say, apart from all that, it was now Steve's best Male? Friend and partner.
Steve was teaching it to interact with Humans, and in return it would help him in the dimension of Cyber Space. Whilst in Angel's apartment, Steve had received a strange gift through what passed for the postal service. Even in the 26th Century, not everything was electronic.
Food still had to be grown and distributed, items bought and sold and delivered. Merlin had caused to be manufactured and delivered to Steve, a black executioner's hood. This was not the hood he wore to protect his identity.
This was a neural transmitter/ receiver; it could pick up brainwaves and receive signals on that same frequency. It was the 26th century version of a computer keyboard, wearing this Steve could interact with the Web.
It was a complete immersion device, and Merlin explained that although Steve's body would be lying in bed, his mind would be roaming the World Wide Web. He would be his own Sprite or Avatar, whichever term he was familiar with.
The first time he'd tried it he had been scared shitless, once the hood activated he had appeared in a very strange place. Beside him was the familiar figure of Merlin; they were standing in a open air market place. Traders were shouting out the merits of their wares, and prospective customers were browsing amongst the goods on offer.
He was astounded by the appearance of the customers. Every sort of avatar was on show; Merlin explained that every user of the Web was portrayed by a representation of how they saw themselves. Customised figures could be seen, sprinkled amongst the majority of grey basic humanoid shapes that indicated the presence of ordinary users.
Steve smiled when he realised that almost every female user that had customised her Sprite, had picked a large breasted beautiful body to represent herself on the web. The same applied to the male browsers; they were all tall dark and handsome. He was further amazed to see non human avatars, in the shape of animals and even inanimate objects.
'Where are we?' he asked his AI friend.
'This is one of the largest on-line auction sites on the Web,' replied Merlin.
'In order to function, your mind translates the electronic signals into recognisable images. None of this is Matter, it is electronic; you yourself look like an executioner but no one here will worry about it.
An avatar can look like anything at all, it is only a marker to indicate which programme a user is browsing at any moment.' To Steve's amusement, Merlin raised his staff and said a magic word. Instantly they were elsewhere on the Web.
They were now in an enormous car lot, as far as the eye could see there were cars for sale.
'Think of a type of Car Steve,' said Merlin. Steve thought of his favourite make of car, and he was instantly surrounded by them. They were in all colours and condition, and each had a price on its windscreen.
'I assume we are now in the biggest Car sales site on the Web,' he deduced.
Merlin raised his staff again and Steve was back in his body, lying on his bed.
'Wow that was fun,' he said sitting up. He went down to his kitchen for a cup of tea, and sipped it as he went over the things he had seen.
'Can I be hurt in there?' he asked Merlin.
'Your human body cannot be hurt, but your avatar can be attacked and destroyed by various means. The most common one being a virus, they are tailored to do different things. They can simply dump you out of the Web, attach themselves to your avatar and spy on your movements or de-res you.'
Merlin had to explain that de-res, was short for the de-resolution of the avatars form. In effect it would be disintegrated, to a normal human using a keyboard this would be annoying but not painful. To Steve and anyone using a full immersion rig, it would give them a splitting headache.
'Avoid viruses then,' said Steve.
'Be very careful,' warned Merlin ' in order to do their job viruses are often disguised as innocent things or people. An apparently innocent little girl, can jump onto you and melt into your avatar, causing all kinds of trouble to you.'
'Do I have any protection against these things?'
'I will give you anti-viral protection, in the shape of your coat. It will protect you against most common viruses. Your sword will be a piece of Black ice, that will kill most things in the virtual world of the Web,' said Merlin.
'We have seen the representations of two large sites, I assume you can guess how a porn site will manifest?'
Steve had a good idea, and after a refreshing cuppa he went back upstairs to begin his real invasion of the dark side of the Web. This time he appeared in a corridor, it appeared to stretch out to infinity. On the wall was a list of Site categories with a button against each one. Steve was amazed at the selection offered.
For example there wasn't just a sign that said "Tits"
There were so many variations of Tit. From Enormous to tiny; from natural to silicone; from "Barely legal" to Grandmas. Not to mention the various ethic origins, of the models offered.
If he had been a Tit man, he would be happy to stay in this one area for the rest of his life. There must be millions of breasts to look at here, he thought to himself. Just out of curiosity, he pressed the button next to Enormous, Silicone, Mature, Ebony.
A picture appeared on the wall of the corridor, it was of a Middle aged African woman with breasts the size of beach balls. Steve smiled to himself as he thought of this woman trying to do everyday things like cooking, with these gigantic breasts obscuring her view.
He then pressed movies, mature, straight, inter-racial. A door in the corridor opened and he walked into a room. A white woman in her forties; was sitting on a sofa talking to a young black boy. Both the figures ignored Steve as he watched the show.
The woman was seducing the young man, and soon stripped naked for him. After a bout of oral sex, she knelt on the bed and he took her from behind. The entire scene lasted about 30 seconds, and then repeated itself. This was obviously short clip, advertising a full-length blue movie.
Steve was impressed at how real it had seemed to him, the woman and boy were in 3D and full colour. As an experiment he touched the woman on her shoulder, she seemed real to him. She was solid to his perception, but even when he pushed her she didn't budge from her programmed actions.
Suddenly he was glad that this was just a digital film clip. He had a vision of Hell, where everyone found guilty by God of lewd behaviour, was trapped in such a short film clip. The punishment would be knowing that you were trapped, and having to do the same lewd actions over and over again for eternity.
Still that wasn't what he was here for, next to the menu of the site was a search panel. It offered to find anything he wanted if he would type it onto the screen. Steve typed " very young girls". He was shown a selection of very young looking girls, he noticed that most of the really young looking ones were Japanese. It became obvious that these were not the age they tried to pretend they were. He was pleased to see a notice appear on the menu, informing him that all the models shown were over eighteen.
This was obviously a legal porn site, and he had no quarrel with it. Merlin was a 26th Century AI, and to his perception the primitive way that the illegal porn sites tried to hide themselves amidst codes and passwords were pathetic. He had given Steve a list of sites that he could investigate, and Steve commenced by typing in a series of numbers that acted as a site address originating in Nigeria.
Upon receipt of this code, a trapdoor opened up in the floor of the corridor. Steve drew his sword and climbed down the steps revealed, into the lower levels of the Web. He was immediately confronted by a Security programme. It was represented as a large black figure, holding a shock baton.
Steve recognised this as a mini dumper; if he was touched by this implement, his avatar would be kicked out of the web.
'Password?' asked the figure readying its baton. Dr. Snip answered by slashing his sword completely through the black figure. It seemed to pixilate before disintegrating into individual bytes, they fell to the floor and were absorbed by the web for reuse.
The corridor was now clear and he walked along it slowly. Again there were seemingly endless doors leading off this corridor. At random he opened one and looked in. He could tell at once that this was an illegal site. Lewd things were being done to girls that he was sure shouldn't have been involved in such acts.
They were being pestered by a naked adult, and although Snip realised this was just a digital reality, he couldn't stand by and watch without doing something. More out of disgust than anything, he slashed his sword through the body of the abuser. To his surprise the entire room pixilated and crashed.
He found himself back outside in the corridor. Out in the real world a dirty old man was avidly watching an illegal film when to his anger; it disappeared from his computer screen. Although this result gave him a small amount of pleasure, Snip realised he could spend the rest of his life in this one corridor destroying individual films. He needed to find the Main Server for this entire Website, and destroy its software.
He needed a map of this place, and asked Merlin if he could help. A map appeared in his mind generated from his implant. It was obvious now where the Server was. There were many corridors, each catering to a specific vice. They all radiated out from a common central point. That's where the Server was located.
'These corridors are endless old friend' he complained 'it will take me forever to get to the end of them.'
'Just think where you want to go and you will be there, advised Merlin, 'This place doesn't exist in the world of matter. There is no Time or Space here, only your perception matters.
Steve closed his eyes and visualised a door with "Server" painted on it. When he opened his eyes again he was standing in front of it. This was a very solid door, nothing like the doors to the rooms. This appeared to be made of solid steel, and had a combination lock inset.
Snip swung his sword at the door, but to his surprise it seemed to have no effect. This was a very different type of program from the norm. Big money had been spent, to ensure that hackers couldn't sneak into this Server.
It wasn't his swords fault that it couldn't destroy the door; its black ice blade had in fact destroyed it. The security system simply replaced it instantly with another. The only way through was to use the combination lock, and open the door. Steve looked through his bag of tricks that Merlin had given him. There was a photo of an old fashioned safe cracker. The man was wearing a striped jumper, and carried a bag with the word "Swag" on it.
Steve dropped the photo onto the floor in front of the door. It metamorphosed into an apparently real safe cracker; he looked at the door thoughtfully before delving into his swag bag. He brought out a stethoscope, and some sandpaper.
Steve watched with interest as the man rubbed his fingertips with the sand paper, to make them more sensitive. He then placed the stethoscope against the steel door. His fingers seemed to blur, as he turned the dial back and forth listening for the telltale clicks that told of tumblers releasing. After only a minute the door was unlocked. The man stood up and saluted Steve, before metamorphosing back into the photograph.
The steel door was now unlocked and Steve pushed it open. He decided to put on a pair of spectacles from his bag; these he was assured by Merlin would allow him to see the real from the false. The steel door was definitely real, he stooped to enter and found himself in a small antechamber.
There was a beautiful secretary waiting for him behind her desk. She was naked, and had lovely legs that went all the way up.
'Welcome Member, how can I help you?' she asked in dulcet tones. Snip observed her though his glasses. Behind the seductive front was a nightmare of black ice, a thing of blades and suckers.
She was obviously waiting for a spoken password to confirm his identity. Snip looked into his bag and brought out a bunch of flowers. With a warm smile he handed them to the woman. The moment she touched them she froze. The flowers were a form of virus that encased the black ice guard in a separate reality. She would now wait for his password forever.
Behind the woman was a door, which Steve went through carefully. He was in another corridor and was going to walk along it, when his glasses detected another guard. This one was invisible to his naked eyes, and he would have walked straight into it if he hadn't been wearing his glasses. It consisted of a set of black ice cutting discs, swinging back and forth across the passageway.
They were completely silent, but the blades were turning so fast they were a blur. There seemed to be no way to pass these deadly blades. Steve hated to keep asking Merlin for help, this was his Crusade and he wanted to do it by himself if at all possible. Something Merlin had said returned to his mind.
This place wasn't real, it wasn't matter, it was all perception. Steve decided to try an experiment, he stood facing the spinning swinging blades, and visualised himself looking at them from the other side. He noticed a door appear on the other side of the blades, it was the door to the antechamber where he had left the woman guard paralysed. He was now on the other side of the blades, looking back at where he had been. Turning round, he carried on walking up the corridor.
The final door was in front of him, he didn't know how he knew this but he did. Behind this door was the heart of this Website, he couldn't destroy its hardware, but he sure as hell could fuck up its software. A Samurai Swordsman appeared in front of him, its black blade in the guard position.
At last an opponent more to his liking, Snip readied his blade and the Samurai attacked. When the two black ice blades met, tiny bytes were showered around the fighters. Their destruction caused them to appear as sparks in the air. Snip scored a hit first, causing the arm of the warrior to flicker as his blade sliced a shallow cut along it. The arm wavered, before reforming as before.
Snip then hesitated a fraction to long in an attack, and was nicked by the Katanga. A bright blue mark blazed across his chest, where the black blade had struck. His 26th Century coat had taken most of the force, and he shrugged off the uneasy feeling of dissolution.
The samurai lifted his sword high in the classic vertical stroke attack. Snip gambled everything on a straightforward lunge; that slammed his Black ice blade, deep into the warrior's body. The samurai froze as its form changed from a solid seeming Japanese, to a blue cage simulacrum, to a cloud of dissipating bytes.
Snip breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his opponent vanish. He was surprised to note that he didn't feel at all tired, he was mentally tired but his avatar seemed tireless.
'Why do you persecute me?' asked a voice from behind the final door.
'Because you disgust me.' Was Dr. Snip's short reply. He opened the final door and stepped inside, quickly moving sideways to get the wall at his back. From this position he could see the entire room, it seemed to be the size of an aircraft hanger.
Every wall was covered in monitors, each showing a different illegal sex movie. There must have been thousands of these, running simultaneously. The Main Server appeared to his eyes to be an old thin man; he had small mean rodent eyes, and a slack mouth that seemed to be constantly wet with drool.
'If you kill me others will replace me,' the old man said desperately.
'Tell me about it,' replied Snip ' but I do so enjoy destroying things like you.'
With that said, Dr. Snip powered his sword diagonally through the old perverts scrawny body, from neck to waist.
The black ice blade began to erase the hard drives that contained the master copies of all the films and images on the gigantic web site.
There were backup sites around the world that would step in when this one needed down time, but the 26th Century virus spread out along the connections like a virulent plague.
As Snip watched all the monitors in the hanger sized room went black, the illegal data was completely destroyed beyond any hope of retrieval. As a final touch the virus sent an e-mail to all registered users of the site, it was a simple message with an attachment.
The text said "With the Compliments of Dr. Snip."
The attachment; was a picture of a pair of secatures. The picture stayed on the screen for ten seconds, before the secondary virus embedded in it, wiped the hard drive of the receiving computer.
This had been a very expensive site to join, and it had been very hard to find. Most members had only heard of it through word of mouth, and guarded its secrets carefully. The member's registration list contained over 100,000 names and credit card details.
The 26th Century virus copied these files, and sent them to the relevant police departments of their countries before wiping them out. Steve was left standing in an empty room. As instructed, he stood to attention and clicked his heels together three times. On the third click he woke up in his own body tired but satisfied.
He was surprised at how tired he was, he had been lying on his bed the whole time. Obviously his brain had been operating under tremendous stress during the raid. He was going to have a cup of tea as usual, but suddenly realised he needed to company of fellow humans.
On a whim he jumped to Trafalgar Square in London. He purchased a Hot dog and a soft drink from a street trader, and sat at the bottom of Nelsons column watching the crowd's mill past him. He let the noise and tumult of the crowd soak into his soul. He was in danger of forgetting that he was just a human being, same as these people.
His cell phone ringing interrupted his reverie. It was a text message from Alison, it just said "Help."
One second there was a tall dark figure sitting on the stone steps, then there was just a cardboard cup half full of coke and part of a hot dog, to indicate that Dr. Snip had ever been there.
*To be continued...*
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Title: Tragedy by Demon the WindDragon
Tags: sadness
this is sad i know but please enjoy it
A terrible name that brings terror to our hearts.....
Tragedy sounds inhuman....
To which it is to what we see every day.....
Here in the ghettos and out in the streets is frightening....
For us it's tragedy.....
Something we don't understand.....
That comes and devours all of our feelings.....
It takes away our friends, family and people we know......
Why? Well that is left uncertain.....
For us we will never know until doomsday takes us away......
No, Tragedy is more like kill now rather than later....
Make us suffer for the Nazis.....
That's what tragedy wants....
But for us tragedy is not new....
Nor will it ever be.....
Tragedy will always be with us no matter where or what we do....
We will always remember what Tragedy has done to us....
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Title: An Invincible Summer Ch. 9 - Dance Me To The End Of Love Pt. 2 by Nix33
Tags: Alcohol, Avian, Bedroom, Bittersweet, Canine, Cat, Cervine, Character Development, Clean, Couple, Coyote, Deer, Eagle, Feline, Female, House, Kissing, Laughter, Love, Male, Party, Romance, Roommates, Snow Leopard, Straight, Wine, dinner, joke, slice of life
"What's friendship's realest measure? I'll tell you. The amount of precious time you'll squander on someone else's calamities and fuck-ups." - Richard Ford
Sarah stood in the corner of the kitchen, periodically leaning back to eye Liz who was playing Xbox with Michael. She didn't hate her as such. It was just that she could be a little brash sometimes when it comes to dealing with people that she collectively labeled as annoying. True, Sarah was partially at fault for the whole feud, but that didn't mean that she was going to apologize. After all Liz was the one who started it all and as such, she should make the first move. She recalled North's comment about killing her dog with a shovel and laughed, prompting the cat to move his gaze from the steak that cooked in the pan to the coyote. He eyed her and smiled that adorable smile of his. Sarah felt something tug on her from the inside and went red, her face composing itself into a neutral mask. She tried her best to look as if something by the door caught her attention. The sweet smell of freshly-made food flooded her nostrils and she poured herself another glass, her second this evening. Her mind drifted to the window and she looked out, into the fading day. Already the sun fell behind the city and the streetlights were about to come on.
"Watch this." North said and instantly caught Sarah's attention. She crossed her arms and smirked, waiting for everything to go terribly wrong. North deftly grabbed the end of the pan, tugged, and flipped the steak over, the hissing of raw meat against a hot surface erupting from the stovetop. He stepped away from the stove and did a little bow, Sarah doing a little joke applause to complete the moment. The boy was trying his hardest to impress her and it showed. Sarah couldn't help but feel rotten about the fact that he was trying this hard and all she did was watch him over the rim of her wineglass. Maybe she should turn her charm on. That way she'd have North wrapped around her finger in a matter of minutes. But a part of her didn't want to. The fact that she was a romantic person was well-known to her and she wanted him to make the first move, if he was interested. It was entirely possible that he played for the other team. Shit, she thought to herself and winced, if he was gay and she did try something, she'd get shot down spectacularly. Briefly she thought about consulting Michael. Once again she leaned back and looked into the living room. Liz lay on Michael's chest as he played a game, the two of them talking quietly. The possibility of asking the eagle for advice disappeared at once. He had his hands full already.
North finished the third steak. It was cooked to perfection, the meat pink in places, with the majority of it a golden brown colour. Not to mention that it smelled delicious. He still had it, and he had it good. Occasionally he shot glances at Sarah out of his covered eye, making sure that she was perfectly unaware of the fact that he could see everything she did. The way she looked at him when she thought that he wasn't looking reminded him of fifth grade. North was an introvert and a nerd, but he sure as hell wasn't stupid. A plan formulated itself in his mind. Sarah was eliminating the wine with considerable speed, but it was obvious that she knew her limits. She had just enough to get her tipsy but not enough to get her drunk. Self-control was a trait that North greatly admired. Music broke the silence as the stereo in the living room flickered to life, light Jazz drifting into the kitchen. At once he noticed how Sarah swayed in time with the music in that way that only musicians did. He noticed that her foot was tapping in rhythm and that she hit all the right notes with her paw. Maybe she knew the piece from before? He had to ask her later that evening.
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Liz lay in Michael's lap and looked upwards towards eagle who had his eyes glued to the TV as he tried to beat North's high score in Geometry Wars. The snow leopard had no idea what the high score was but knowing their roommate, it was something ridiculous. She ran her paw over Michael's shirtfront tenderly, just softly enough not to put anything out of place. He paused the game and dropped the controller on the table, the TV turning off with a beep. His breathing calmed once again and he touched her paw, Liz responding by wrapping her fingers around his. She knew that in time the nearness they shared now would fade as the novelty wore off. But she tried not to think of it. For now she was as happy as she could be, save for that bitch in the kitchen.
"I don't understand what you two are fighting over." Michael said and lit a cigarette "If only you'd tell me what started this thing. I think I have the right to know, don't you think?"
Liz sighed and rolled her eyes, but not out of frustration. It was just that Michael knew exactly how to weedle something out of her and he never cut corners. He'd use every trick in the book and she humored him. But she genuinely wanted to let him into her life, fully and with no holds barred. Growing up, she had no one to share her thoughts with and she wanted to be as close to him as possible. Smiling, she felt that warmth within herself again and ran the back of her paw against his face, feeling an unshaven stubble against her skin.
"It all began when we first met. She's a violinist who practices a lot during the day and back then, I worked the night shift at a 7-11." Liz said and sighed "I've been so goddamn harsh on her when we first spoke but I apologized later. She wouldn't have any of it."
"Don't you think she was within her rights to do so?" Michael asked as Liz closed her eyes and ran her paw up and down his back "If someone acted like that towards me for no reason, I'd be pretty pissed-off too."
"Well, I suppose..." Liz began but Michael cut her off. "We're having a party and we're still waiting for our second guest, whoever they might be. Please don't let a stupid feud ruin this. I always wanted to be on good terms with my neighbours. Besides, we share a balcony." He said and she got up off his lap "Get drunk, do whatever you need to, but do apologize. Promise me as much, okay?"
"I will, Michael." She replied and grabbed her arm, her gaze dropping at the floor out of shame. In their relationship, he was no doubt the 'straight man', the resident reality checker. And for good reason too, she reminded herself. She was a manic depressive after all. Sometimes she needed a push in the right direction. Naturally, she would reciprocate as soon as possible. Michael deserved it. A relationship is a lot of work, Liz reminded herself, and each action has an equal and opposite reaction. They were teenagers no longer and simply being in love wasn't enough. Now they were a team, and she loved that fact. Nobody else would watch her back as well as he did. They've only been together for a few days now and already she believed that if he were to leave her, she'd just drop all of her failsafes and do something drastic. And now he was kissing her again for the nth time that day. The way he tasted always took her out of this 24/7 newscast of disasters that kept playing in her head and reminded her that he was still here, and not leaving. This is here, this is now.
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"Where ya from, North?" Sarah asked and watched him put some pasta on out of the corner of her eye. His delicate maneuvers made the whole thing seem insanely easy. With a flick of his wrist he deposited an entire load of spaghetti into the pot and turned the heat up, all the while bobbing to the music that came from the living room. At some point, it went from delicate jazz to dance, and North wasted no time adjusting his movements accordingly.
"I'm from this little town in the middle of Illinois that you probably never heard of." He replied and did a little knife-hand, awaiting a drop. It came like a train laden with explosives, the room suddenly coming alive with a deep electric bass melody. Sarah found herself tapping along to the quaint little tune. "Try me." she interjected, North practically breaking it down in front of the fridge as he picked out another bottle of wine, this one white. He handed her the bottle. "Crack her open for me, will ya? LCD Soundsystem is on an that means that the party is on." Sarah did as she was told, watching the cat's moonwalk imitation with a smirk.
"The town in question is called Joliet." He said and sidestepped to the stove, turning the dials with a bounce in his step "Everyone knew everyone. Michael lived across the street from me and we became tight friends in no time. Eventually we left for college and my mother moved away. Now I just see it in a bunch of old photos I have lying around."
Sarah turned towards the window and stared out of it. North's story was riddled with juxtapositions. It was bittersweet in a strange way. Slowly she turned towards him and found him once again fully immersed in his work, his single lonely eye flying over the pots and pans as he tried so damn hard to make everything perfect. But there was sadness in that eye of his, sadness that touched her in a strange way, making her feel almost sorry that the only stories she could share were ones of a wholesome family and always being in one place. The cat seemed out of place even now, in the company of people he loosely considered friends, with the exception of Michael.
"I can see that question in your mouth all the way from here." He said out of the blue, prompting Sarah to turn around and look him straight in the eye "My father was a son of a bitch if my mother is to be trusted. He died when I was two years old and she was quite happy that he did. I found that to be very strange but I never worried. Maybe she never forgave him that he just laid down and died. Who can tell anymore?"
North's last sentence almost brought tears to her eyes. He was right in every way. Who could even tell anymore these days? Sometimes she sat up all night with the news playing on her laptop, wondering if she was the only one waiting for everything to go to hell. And now she met him, someone for whom everything went to hell a long time ago. It didn't matter. He enjoyed the now, the here, bouncing around on his heels to a tune by the name of "Drunk Girls". If she opened the dictionary and looked up 'bittersweet', she'd find a description of this very moment. As tenderly as she could, she put her paw on his and looked into that eye of his, blue and bloodshot. He cracked the widest smile she had ever seen, a smile that told her that he smiled because he had to.
Together they watched cars drift past the windows like giant fish lost in some fantastic fishbowl, one of his paws still busy with adjusting the pans, the dials, the steaks, and so on while the other remained firmly on hers, not letting go. Everything's happening to quickly nowadays, Sarah found herself thinking, but this is just what I wanted. I wanted someone with a story and I found him. But still the silent reminder that she shouldn't get ahead of herself pounded on the back of her consciousness. He pulled his paw away from underneath hers and made for the refrigerator when the sound of a doorbell cut the minute they shared in half.
With a sigh that reeked of annoyance, Sarah opened the door and came face to face with a cervine creature in a leather jacket and a worn band shirt, a wide smile plastered on its face. His face, she noticed a moment later when her alcohol-drowned brain connected the dots. He gleefully shook her hand and greeted her, looking behind her to see if there was anyone else. Hampton spotted the cat he had seen somewhere before hammering away at the stove in time to the beat of the music. Michael appeared a few seconds later with Liz in tow. The latter smiled widely when she laid her eyes upon him and practically pushed her way past Sarah, allowing Hampton safe passage into the living room. As they exchanged pleasantries and greetings, some confused, others friendly in nature, Sarah shrugged and followed them.
"It's great to see you again, Dr. Hampton." Liz said earnestly and stepped aside to let him and Michael shake hands "This is Michael, as I'm sure you're well aware."
"I am but I'm fairly certain that he doesn't remember me." Michael looked between his girlfriend and the guest in confusion, unaware of what he should think "And please, call me Adam. 'Dr. Hampton' just makes me feel old."
"Who are you again?" Michael asked, a perturbed look on his face as he tried his best to recall whether or not he knew the man from somewhere, his memory of the entire week reduced to a bunch of black holes. "I was the one supervising your treatment when you came in for that concussion a couple of days ago." Adam replied and looked around himself "No wonder you don't remember. You were in bad shape. Speaking of, how are you doing?"
"I hope this isn't a housecall, Adam." Michael said and sat down on the sofa, crossing one of his legs over the other "I'm fine, as you can see. No headaches anymore, and I can cope with the light."
"That's good and no, this isn't a housecall." Adam replied and sat opposite of Michael, carefully eyeing the coyote that was watching them from the kitchen "Liz invited me over for dinner and since I've got tonight and tomorrow morning off, I figured I might as well come."
Sarah sauntered into the living room, flanked by North whose apron bore the scars of a night rich with cooking. They took turns introducing themselves, the deer smiling kindly at each of them. After a few minutes of small talk North broke the silence by announcing that dinner was ready.
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Title: 4-4-5 Christmas at the Bar
Tags: formal, party, dance
Let me tell you what, I'm in a good mood. I just can't help meself! Christmas lights, Christmas songs, Christmas outfits on pretty girls, and Christmas booze. Hi, I'm Derrick, and this is part five of my story. I'll be done after this, so I want to make this one a good'un. I'll start this show off on a non-particular day at work, where my old boss let me come back to put some time in, seeing as it was the holidays and I needed some cash.
"Hey, beautiful." That was said to me, not the other way around. Jess, the hottie bartender, slid up next to me behind the bar and gave me a huge kiss on the cheek. I turned to her and returned the kiss, though I caught her more on the lips, and she fixed our buss so it was something a tongue could come out and dance to. We are in Rotterdale, after all.
The owner came around to scold us, though even she was too full of the holiday cheer (also known as "Julie's Nog") to give us anything less than a huge smile when she did. Jess took off with a smile of her own as well as a wink, and her skirt mysteriously flipped up with her hop off. "See you later, beautiful," she said.
Damn, that Jess has a sweet ass. Being that it's the holidays, I just might take that for a Christmas spin. Shit, maybe tonight. Normally I never would, but she was so happy to see me when I got back, and I just can't think of unpleasant things lately.
It was boxing day at Julie's. Not the day after Christmas, more like the first Sunday of the month that saw boxing all day. Those that didn't go to Rotterdale Event Center to watch the show live came instead to Julie's to watch on any one of our rather large screens (too big to watch "The Big Game" in public, but nobody gives a fuck about that professional shit in this town), keeping us busy all day long. My dear girlfriend Cindy had secured herself a permanent stool next to her twin Sara, who was making eyes at me all day. The two would occasionally slip outdoors to stretch their legs, but they'd always return to keep me company whilst I "kept the wicks greased."
This doesn't matter, but that was a really bad metaphor for getting the locals drunk. See, our town mascot is "The Bomb." Big, round, shiny black ones with long, erect, err... fuzes. Fuze, wick, alcohol, saturation; you let that image work for you however you want. I just smile and serve the drinks.
I leaned in for a kiss with Cindy, who, after delighting my lips with hers, turned my chin to face Sara to get more of the same. Me, I was serving behind the bar with Jess, who always pulled the all-pay-per-view shift on boxing day. Cindy and Sara had just watched me kissing Jess with smiles on their eyes; it was well known I was dating Cindy at that time and that she'd "remained faithful" to me during my "absence", so it was quite impressive for me to mack on the barmaid in front of her and her sister (very much in public, anyways; neither of them cared), whom was rumored to share in on mine and Cindy's relationship.
"She's pretty," Cindy said to me after one more over-the-bar kiss, referring to barmaid Jill. Once again, like clockwork, she used her chin to nudge my face to her right, where her twin's warm lips were waiting to greet me. "I'm surprised you haven't slept with her yet."
I let my tongue linger with Sara's for just a moment more. "I have," I said, propping myself up on my elbows, leaning across the bar. "Like, almost a year ago now."
"Was she any good?" Cindy was on an elbow of her own, and her fingers were tracing mine on the bar. Sara was watching the screen idly, but her own fingers were curling themselves through a loose strand of her twin's hair.
"Eh." Despite having honestly enjoyed my time with Jess, I wasn't above a little harmless flattery that expressed the absurd idea that no cooter was worth mentioning in the presence of modelesque Cindy. Something like that.
She took it as encouragement. "I'm sure she's got better in a year, with all the attention she gets working here. You should try her again."
In response, I leaned in again and kissed her more earnestly. Sara's hand landed on where ours were joined, and when I backed away, I saw Cindy had been caressing Sara behind her neck as though it was her she was kissing. Then she gave her that look like there was a secret between the two, a secret that I happened to know. It was enough to give a fourth-grader a beaming erection. Me, I was a mature adult. I waited until their lips briefly brushed together before my "Christmas tree" "got turned on", which I could get away with, it being hidden behind the bar.
The sleigh bells hanging over the door rang, the nearest waiter hollered out the house greeting, and many sets of eyes were cast to the door, and no one was disappointed. Dressed in a fine winter coat, boots, and jeans was Salamandy Ravenlock, a woman with whom I shared a special and rather surprising love of late. She saw me right away and rushed right over.
Cindy and Sara were also staring, and to my surprise, they were both smiling rather pleasantly, and their smiles persisted even until Sally pulled up next to them at the bar to kiss me over the counter. I think I was setting a record for how many different women's tongues I had in my mouth that day. She glanced shyly at her twin sisters, but they seemed happy to see her. That's strange, by the way. There's always been great tension between them, like mixing Carolina-Blue and Duke-Blue in the wash. Your clothes just come out looking like they've been through war.
"Hi, Mandy," Cindy said rather enthusiastically. She even reached for her neck and pulled her close until they were kissing. Sara and I were watching closely along with other patrons, and we weren't disappointed when Cindy pushed forward, parting her jaws to let her tongue press forward. Mandy's mouth opened in response, and those as close as Sara and I could see their tongues dance for a brief moment through the parting of their lips.
When Cindy let go, she was beaming, and Sally didn't have a chance to think about it before Sara went for a turn of her own. Always determined to outdo her twin, Sara let her tongue linger a little longer, parted her lips for the two of us to see a little bit better, moaned ever so quietly.
"So... umm... I was wondering..." Sally was actually looking flustered. I'd caused that look on her face several times in private, but I'd never seen her looking so vulnerable in public. "So... Derrick..." Her eyes flashed back to the twins as though they were a wall between Sally and me. "The girls and I, we were gonna... if you wanted... do you wanna come to a party?"
She then looked to the twins, who were simply giving her their attention rather than being noisy between themselves as they were wont to do when anyone on the planet tried to get their attention. "You guys can come too, if you want. It's just a couple of friends and family, nothing too crazy."
"Hard to imagine that party being small if you're inviting all your sisters," I joked, trying to ease the apparent tension. I turns out I needn't have worried; Cindy was quick to recommend to both Sara and me that we accompany her, since she was definitely going and could hardly go without her boyfriend or her twin.
"You wanna watch the main event with us?" Sara then asked after agreeing to make an appearance. She was very much her own person, and she would just as soon go off to a party by herself as go with her twin. Still, I felt the same warmth in her as Cindy in being so painstakingly kind to her raven-haired sister. Cindy and Sara are achingly blond, by the way.
Sally nervously took a stool next to Sara. Jess, always having an eye for pretty girls, scooted up before I could blink, handing Sally a menu. "Drink, beautiful?"
Didn't she just call me that? Sally ordered something with quite a bit of alcohol, then she got stuck between a steak and a certain soup that had originated in the Garden.
"Why don't you get them both?" Sara offered. "I'll help you with it."
"And some hot wings," Cindy added.
"Haven't you guys been here all day? You haven't eaten yet."
"It's dinner time," Cindy snot.
"What makes you think we've been here all day?"
"Your cushions have ass-marks in them."
Am I dreaming, or are these three actually getting along?
The three of them slaughtered the food when it arrived, and Sally killed two hefty nogs besides joining her sisters in the obligatory pint of stout that went with Rotterdale boxing. She got up to leave along with everyone else when the show ended, and both the twins gave her long hugs goodbye. I got one as well, though I had to take a break so she could have a private word with me outside. That private word turned out to be a very long kiss, which she ended by letting me know how very much she was looking forward to having me at the party.
The twins were there, again, watching me kissing Sally this time. What a strange feeling that was, kissing the girl I loved while my girlfriend and my consort watched on. I only knew for sure that whatever I was feeling for Sally, there was something buried inside her that felt the same way. I couldn't feel shame about kissing her if I wanted to.
When she was gone, Cindy jerked her head, as a person does, towards the back where the employees take their breaks. She and Sara looked quite delicious wrapped up in their coats again, and soon both pairs of arms were wrapped around me, both pairs of lips taking advantage of my break. When it was just the three of us, I couldn't much tell one from the other. Not from the way they looked, and not from the way they acted.
Normally Cindy would come visit me at work to spend my breaks with me, and we'd make out roughly just for the hell of it. Nothing too much, just a little mutual benefit as long as we were pretending to date. She'd stop short of teasing me too much because she had too much code to work me up without sleeping with me, so I was wondering what was going on this particular night. She was kissing me as roughly as usual, but her hands were going wild on me, prompting both Sara and me to grope whatever was in sight just to keep up.
When she was on break from kissing me, she made sure I was kissing Sara with everything I had while she went for my ear, which I loved. "Harder," she demanded, "deeper. If she thinks you're showing favorites, I won't get any from her tonight. Grab her ass like you mean it." She covered my hand and squeezed down on her sister's ass hard enough to make her squeak.
My hand went up to cup Cindy's cheek in support, but she pulled it quickly to her breast. Sara caught the act, and she made me do the same to her with my free hand. Me, I like holding a woman tightly to me when I fondle her, so I pushed them both against the cold building wall so my hands would have purchase against their bodies whilst I groped them both.
The golden goddesses, these twins. Their breath came out frozen, their cheeks were rosy, and their blond locks were spilling across their broad winter coats, free from the knitted hats they'd left inside. I loved the sight, and I loved touching them even more, something of a rare opportunity for me. They gasped and moaned as I ran my hands along their smooth torsos, ending always on their matching breasts that filled my hands so well. Their coats were open, leaving me to caress them through their zip-up wool sweaters whose necks rose all the way up their throats. I pushed these turtlenecks down with my lips so I could have their necks to myself.
I abandoned their breasts to touch their faces briefly. Both gave a kiss to my fingertips when my hands crossed over their mouths, and it was with great anticipation that I turned their chins inward towards one-another. They kissed, and I could feel all the blood drain out of my brain and into my dick. I knew the kiss of two people that knew they were going to make love that night, and that's what I saw in those two.
I reached back down again, this time catching Cindy's zipper while sweeping my hand around Sara's waist to dip my hand into her pants to grasp her bare ass. When I got Cindy's zipper down far enough, I slid my hand out of Sara's pants and took a hold of her hand, which she was using to pull her sister's face hard into hers, and slid it down, down into Cindy's open sweater, down to grasp the exposed breast.
I then took over Sara, kissing her, letting Cindy enjoy being touched. Sara let her other hand cover her other breast of her own violation, then we broke our kiss to stare cheek-to-cheek at her sister, moaning at her sister pinching her nipples. I moved behind Cindy and held Sara close so that their breasts were crushed together, then I pulled down on Sara's head, leading her to Cindy's tits. While I didn't get conjugal visits from either of them since that one night Sara and I had sex on the day I met them both, one thing they always encouraged me to do was to direct the action between the two of them. Sara was more than happy to suck her twin's tits for me.
I don't know what came over me, but I started working on my belt, and then Cindy's. I wanted to pork her from behind, out in the near-snow, like five minutes into my break being over, not even dark yet. But alas, it was not to be. She put her hand on mine, pulled it to her lips, and kissed it.
"Kiss my sister," she whispered into my ear rather than rebuttal me. She helped her Sara come back up, and as we locked lips, she settled into my ear, "That girl looks pretty. Take good care of her tonight. You're such a good boyfriend."
She zipped her top up and led her sister away by the hand like usual. Sara turned back and waved to me, saying, "Goodbye, Derrick," with a smile. I was left alone with one of the worst erections in my life and rather cold hands. I was rescued by Jess, who was done for the night and came out back to pollute her lungs.
"Hey, Derrick," she said in a much less flirtatious manner than while on-shift. She was tired; hell, I was tired. "You got a light?"
"I got something better than a light," I said with a sudden burst of erection. She looked at me expectantly, but I grabbed her and kissed her.
"My my," she cooed, "someone's girlfriend left him high and dry?"
"My apartment's in Raleigh," I said. "We'd better take off; traffic sucks there."
She looked at me, looked at her cigarette, looked down, bit her lip, then threw her cigarette over her shoulder as we headed off to the nearest trolley stop at a brisk pace.
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When I got back from "Macedonia," let's say that while I finally had a place to live away from the nest, the new place also contained my sister, which after the events in Macedonia seemed a bit too uncomfortable. Still, I continued to buck up rent for sweet Reo while rooming up with Bill instead.
Bill had moved to Raleigh because that's where they have affordable housing, but he works up north. He let me slide up to his spot for the time being under the circumstances, but down the grapevine Sally found out I was working overtime to pay rent on both places, so she worked out something with her dad so that he'd pay my share on my retainer at Reo's. I've even got spending money now.
Going to Raleigh from Rotterdizzle takes all of ten minutes once you get to the train, but the inner-city traffic to the apartment building can take an hour. Let me tell you what, my wonderful audience, that hour ten is much more fun when you've got a frisky, inebriated bar maiden going with you. It seemed she was looking forward to the coming night rather than just going to her own boring home with the lonely tree and no presents under it with nothing tasty in the fridge.
We knocked into the door once we found the right one; Jess was kissing me pretty vigorously and she was fairly inside my pants. The door recognized me and swung open for me, and I fell in after it with her landing on top of me. I yanked off everything she had on up top in one pull, and we took eight seconds to just kiss before she set out to work on my pants.
"Wuzgoinonhere?" Bill said from the bedroom door. The apartment is only two rooms, by the way. You think Jess would've minded if I told her my roommate was asleep so I'd have to fuck her on the couch?
"I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Jess giggled from astride me. Her breasts in her bra jiggled with her.
"Yeah," Bill said. He looked a little miffed.
"Aww... why don't you come get some? Roommate rules, right?"
"Huh?" I said.
"'Wake him up, invite him in,'" she quoted.
Bill and I looked at each other, looked at her, shrugged... "Fuck it; you ain't my fuckin' woman." I said that, by the way. She wanted to share, so be it.
There was some discussion about whose bed we'd romp in, but it wasn't like it mattered because both were too small. We ended up on the pull-out bed anyways, only Jess first went to take a shower. And believe me, when you pull a shift like that in a hot, wet bar full of people, you do not want to get into bed without bathing first. To "save time and hot water" I went in with her, really just getting first dibs since I were the one to brought her home. But when we got out, Bill had put coffee on, getting him a big kiss from Jess.
We tumbled around on the bed for a while, fixing to culminate with Bill giving the broadside to Jess. Then she hit us with it: "I want you to suck him off," she says to me.
"I'm good," Bill says instead. I've got a rather similar look on my face.
"Oh, come on," she insists. "How many times have you talked two girls into getting into bed, and in like, five minutes, it's all, 'come on, kiss each other.'"
"I don't wanna kiss him, either," Bill says.
"Besides, that's Sam you're thinking of," I reminded her. Sam plays the field, chats up the woman. Can't blame it on us, can she?
"Aren't you the one that keeps saying this town is sick?" she asked me.
I shuffled around uncomfortably, though her hand jerking on my cock was rather pleasant. Barmaid indeed. "Technically, I said the town has a sickness."
"And why is that?"
Somewhere between a sigh of defeat and one of rather intense physical pleasure, I said, "Because men and women can't get along for the time they're out of bed."
"And that doesn't have at all to do with we girls can't get fair turnabout? Come on, boys. Show a girl a good time. For every girl that got her roommate into the action when she brought a boy home."
"But all girls are bi," Bill attempted.
"I'm not, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see something hot once in a while."
Fuck it. It's Christmas, and Jess is pretty cool. After the excursion with Sally, I was ready to take it on faith that there were a few women out there who you could do something genuinely nice for that wouldn't stab you in the ass later. I grabbed hold of Bill's prick and pulled it out of Jess' pussy. Having already decided my path, I didn't fart around into wrapping my lips around it and going to town.
Bill didn't seem quite so ready for the new experience. "Wait, dude, I didn't... whoa."
"Oh my god, you're actually doing it," Jess said, her face a picture of disbelief.
"You want me to stop?"
"Hell no; that's sooo fucking hot." She put her face right next to mine to watch me suck Bill's dick. Honestly, I don't remember ever seeing a girl so happy in bed. Without me touching her, that is. She felt my lips stretched around him, felt my throat, then reached all the way down to my own dick to stroke me in support. She licked the rest of his cock hanging out (I may have been feeling helpful, but I wasn't about to try deep-throating a motherfucker), sucked his balls, bit his thighs, all that. Eventually went all the day down his legs where my cock was located, and she started sucking me off.
Now, let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that was an experience. Jess, being at least as experienced in bed as I was, knew how to suck a good dick, but there were little imperfections: Not going deep enough, having bad timing, not putting her tongue in the right spot, all that shit. Men and women was built to fornicate, but when it comes to matters of oral sex, apparently gay is the only way. Bill, he was moaning and writhing like I was doing something right, and you know how I like to please a woman in bed. Bill may be a guy, but kiss my ass if I wasn't getting off on getting him off.
Short story even shorter (I could go twelve pages with this shit; I'm trying to cut back since this chapter's gonna be long), I ain't got off since I been in the shower, so I popped my cookies off right in Jess' mouth whilst I was blowing off Bill. Jess, she gets right up to Bill and plants one on him, and I know he's about to get a mouthful of somethin' he don't necessarily want in his mouth.
She got her hand on my head to keep me where I were, and the entire time she was whispering naughty shit into his ear, amongst which was "come in his mouth." He did, and he wasn't the only one mouthful of something strange. Only me, I snowballed Jess with it, though I didn't get away without swallowing any.
"So?" she asks, "how was it?"
"I donno, like sucking a dick," I said. "Mostly what I thought it'd be like, only, it's a guy, you know?"
"What the fuck? You've thought about sucking dick?" Bill asked, genuinely surprised.
Jess seemed put-off. "Hold on, now! He's being a man about it at least."
"I'll give you a man," he countered, and he went down on her like he had something to prove. Me, I got my cock handled a bit more, and I took care of Jess' upper half. Now that I think of it, things are easier in bed when everybody's participating. Bill and I, we were mostly fighting over Jess. We both got hard around the same time, and we both wanted more of that pussy. But Jess, she said one of her fantasies was to get both at once, so there we was, both dicks all up in there at one time. And boy, I've never seen a chick moan like that.
"I wanna watch you fuck him so bad," she moaned. I think she was talking to me.
Wait, what?
"Now hold on just a minute," Bill said.
"Just do it; jeesh," Jess insisted. "No one's forcing you, but it's not like it's gonna kill you or anything. At least you'll know rather than be all chicken-shit about something you've got absolutely no idea about."
For all her spitfire, she sounded rather genuine. That, and she was already on her way down south to... what in blazes? lick his ass. I may have done that a few times in my day, but only on a woman. Sucking dick was one thing, but that would've been going a bit too far for me. Guy's asses are all oily and hairy. But rather than watch (and probably retch) I figured there was something waiting on me. Down I went, leaving the pussy behind to go lick on her butthole. I figure if I got to stick my measuring stick up someone's ass, I may as well get both.
That actually took a while. Though Jess didn't object to me tonguing (and in a few minutes, fingering) her butthole, it was taking her quite a long time to get used to it, so she kept telling me to slow down. It was worse with Bill, who had clearly never so much as thought about having something up there. I'm sure that after that night, he appreciated women taking it up the ass from him much more, though the rest of the boys and I would throw it around the campfire that he never had anything like that before. If they ever managed to find out about tonight.
I ended up only getting Bill while Bill reaped the rewards of my hard work on Jess, and at the same time, too. We were lying on our sides in a row, and Jess wouldn't let us stop until all three of us came. It was easy for Jess, who I found out friggs herself on her side when she's getting off in her private time, and it was that much easier when she was getting drilled from behind. Bill, as I understand it, had a hard time because... yeah.
Me, Jess said something about "an asshole is an asshole." Try saying that when you've got another man's oily, hairy ass in your face, and you have to put up with the noise he makes when you keep thrusting your dick up into it, and he don't want you grabbing onto his hips or nothing for leverage. It was all I could do to forget about the whole thing and get off a third time.
To finish up, Jess sucked us both off right after we were finished, which is something I ain't never had the likes of; I honestly didn't know chicks did that. Being that I was the one to bring her home, I slept with her on that bed while Bill went to the bedroom alone. I think he needed some quiet time anyways.
"Thanks for everything, Derrick," Jess said the next morning before she left. "I've been trying to get my boyfriend to do that for months; but you, you were a real hero last night."
Holy shit. "You have a boyfriend?"
"I don't know what else to call him; he's the only guy I'm dating right now. You know any nice guys?"
"I'd recommend Bill, but I think you broke him." She laughed pretty good at that. "But really, I'll keep my eyes open." One more kiss, and she was gone. I went back in to get me some breakfast.
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Bill was never quite the same after that night, but I think he'll be better for it. Me, I think I'll stick to girls, though I don't think I can honestly begrudge one wanting a little something special once in a while. Fair's fair, after all. Jess was the same as always; I guess sex to her is pretty much just sex. I might try for that again, but not until next month.
Sara and Cindy were ecstatic when they heard the news, though when they took me out back to give me my "reward" they held back because I wasn't about to get some that night, and they didn't want to leave me hanging.
Back at work, some little girl was shaking her fingers off at the bar. "Schwat is wrong, little girl?" I asked, "And aren't you a bit too young to be wasting Christmas at the bar?"
"S-she s-said 'y-yes'," she stammered.
"...And that's a good thing? Bad thing? Is she at least cute?" I joked. In my eyes, all women that didn't seek to tread down my path were automatically only interested in girls. So, too, therefore, was this one.
"She's gorgeous!" she said with sudden color on her face. "She's a varsity cheerleader and she's the nicest girl in school and she has the prettiest eyes and she's so smart and..."
Mind you, I didn't think it would actually ever happen before her. "Okay, slow down." I poured her a little something something to warm her up and calm her down. "What about starting from the beginning?"
"I asked her out. Oh god, why did I do that? Everyone's gonna..."
"...Mind their own damn business?"
"Shows what you know," she snarled.
I refilled her drink for her, also taking one for myself. "I went to high school too, you know. I never cared much for the cheerleaders, but I did get one. And let me tell you: While it's nice, cheerleaders are still girls like you, they just like a bit more attention than most. They're easy lays when you keep that in mind."
"Attention?"
"Exactly. They want you to look at them and give them compliments, so that's exactly what you do. Just sometimes they can be really selfish in bed, so when you're fucking her brains out, you gotta warm her up just right so she'll fuck you back."
"F-fuck her?"
"You are planning on having sex with her, aren't you?"
"But I'm a... a..." she leaned in to whisper to me, "a virgin."
"No shit. What exactly does this girl mean to you?"
"I'm in love with her!"
"...Umm..."
I was just keeping her talking to allow the alcohol settle in. Once that was out of the way, she told me a rather teenaged story of how she went through high school like a mouse, quietly falling in and out of love with every boy in sight with her books held up tightly against her chest.
Then one day some asshole guy hits on her, and she falls for it. But right before he can embarrass her in the very public locker halls, in walks sex in sneakers and a Carolina Blue skirt, telling him to hit the calculator before the rest of the cheerleaders found out how small his dick was. Riley, that's the little girl's name, she shook hands with that cheerleader, and the rest is history.
Not exactly; apparently she asked her out in the girl's locker room bare-ass nekkid whilst showering. It took a few more drinks to get her to tell that part of the story though. She says it was an accident, that she just meant to thank her for the help, but out it blurted. The cheerleader thanked her for thinking of her most kindly, and that may have been it but for the goading of the other girls, which inspired that girl to accept the invitation, which was more of a one-night thing rather than an agreement for an actual relationship.
"You want some advice?"
"Sure."
"You're not in love with her. See, when you get out of college..."
"Yes I am!"
Oh, to be that young again. "Beg pardon, I've been in that stool you've got your narrow ass in, and once you stand where I'm standing, you'll realize it's not love same as me. If you try to treat it like that, you're going to fuck things up, understand? You don't want to fuck it up, do you?"
"N-no..."
"But there's no reason the two of you can't be in love. Falling in love is better than just you being in love with her, isn't it!"
"Yes!" She was getting chipper now.
"Did she say she was your girlfriend or anything, or are you just going out to dinner?"
"D-dinner..."
"Then pay attention, because this is your one shot, and no one's been on as many first dates as me (not quite true, but there's not enough time to explain my life story). See, the trick to any girl's heart is making her come. To do that, you take your two fingers like this, and..."
The little girl was a fun distraction, and even more fun when she came back the next day, a-quiver and almost in tears.
"Derrick, Derrick! Help!"
"Yes?"
"She wants another date!"
"Impressed her pretty good, did you?"
"Yeah, but now she thinks I'm all fantastic in bed!"
"And that's a bad thing?
"Duh, yes! I'm not!"
Yeah, she's fun. I gave her advice over the next few days about how to satisfy a woman in bed, and I ended up having to go to experts on the subject to have new and clever things to try. I didn't have the heart to tell her that if the girl was really interested in her, she wouldn't care if she was really bad in bed.
It ended up sparking up some pretty interesting business, especially with my "girlfriend". I'd gotten a bit of special advice from Sara on a peculiar little maneuver that seemed to tickle Cindy just right, and it worked like a charm on my little amigo's cheerleader girl. The next day saw me getting advice from Jess, which I then shared with Sara in turn, and the following day, Cindy was all over me, trying to figure out what influence I could have possibly had on her previous night's bedroom activity.
Riley was glowing by the fifth day, when she finally had a break. I already had two buttery nipples waiting for her.
"Progress?"
"Yeah," she said in a deep exhale. It was Friday evening, and she looked like she'd been at it all day. She took one of the drinks and began sucking on it, though I had to explain the mechanics of taking a shot to her a million times already.
"It's Friday. Why aren't you with her? Make a weekend of it or something?"
"We've been spending the night together in my room all week long," she said with a dreamy expression. "She says this weekend she has to do cheerleader stuff, but she'll stay at my house again Monday night."
"You certainly look happy enough. In fact, I bet you could light Christmas lights for a block with that smile."
She giggled quite endearingly, then took her other shot, faster this time. "We made out together in front of the bicycles," she almost moaned. "Right in front of everyone!"
"I think that means you have a girlfriend, Ry."
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Ahh, Christmas season. Lights everywhere, trees with lights on them, frigid air drawing couples closer together, everybody smiling. Makes me smile. I missed Salamandy, I did. She'd be fun to spend time with, but she's got work too. Work hard in winter when it's too cold to sit around so you can have money for summer when it's too hot to do anything but lie on the beach and watch asses walk by.
For a woman that professed to not be bisexual, she sure seemed to know her way around women. I saw her once since she popped in to invite me to her house party; she gave me advice for the young lady on how to get a chick to like having her hair pulled while being fingered to death. Lately I've been thinking about her a lot.
Reo, too. Just when she and I were starting on something, you know how when you're around someone new, how you get a crush on her some time or another? Just when mines starts warming up on her, well, I takes her to bed and I eats her out, I does. Then shit explodes, making me leave for Macedonia. I haven't seen her since, and word around the bar is that she's not too happy with me.
Oh well. I've got my old job back, a hot coworker that wants to get down and boogie every so often, I got all my boys, and I got a stress-free pad. Mostly. Bill, he's not really messy, but not really clean. I confess I had already gotten used to Reo's quaint homemaking, while Bill's pad was nothing better than a bachelor pad. If I had my choice to live with a man or a woman, well, you can pretty much guess. He's cool, but living with him...
I got home from yet another daytime shift. They pulled fewer tips than the nights, but they left evenings free for doing shit. Bill was home.
"Message for you," he said from his spot on the sofa. Memories. Blech.
Why don't I have my cell phone on me, you ask? Because stupid highschoolers fucked around too much for the last fifty years, getting them damn-near outlawed. With the technology switch from land lines over to cell phones, taxes went through the roof. At the same time went taxes for private vehicles, taxes that couldn't be written off through charities.
People dropped their subscriptions to phone services in favor of Internet communication, so cell phones ceased being loss leaders, driving actual phone prices through the roof. People that had them kept them, but for later generations like me, they were way out of price ranges for people having part-time jobs after school. For schools themselves, the phones were forbidden big time, and believe me, they checked.
The short bit of that story is that I chucked mine after moving out of my house because I was too busy paying for rent.
Phone, phone, phone. Just as soon not carry one with me. They tend to interrupt conversations. "Hi, Derrick." There we go, a pleasant voice. Reoren, the sweet little girl with the silvery blond hair. Actually, you know what she reminds me of? A Golden Retriever. They're all "golden," right? But there's different colors: Gold, red, yellow, dead grass, pale, and straight up white. Reo, her hair was silvery-blond. Her brother, too.
Anyway, message: "I decided I don't care what your sister thinks. You and I are going to the Christmas dance."
"What Christmas dance?"
"Beats me," Bill said.
"What's the Christmas dance?"
"The what?" Sam asked from the other end of the line (me having just dialed him).
"The Christmas dance."
"Which one?"
"Beats me. High school?"
"Their next dance is on Valentine's day."
"Then what the hell?"
"Hang on, me to go ask my dad."
"What'd you get up to, Billyum?" I asked of Bill whilst Sam was having a moment.
"Sittink here, havin' a drinky."
"Dad says Laurel's having a dance," Sam said on his return.
The college? "What for?" says I.
"I donno; money or something. It's going down in the football field."
What a stupid idea. "Whose brilliant idea was it to have an outdoor dance in the middle of winter?"
"Second week of December is hardly the middle of winter, and it's the only place big enough. You want something else? I've got a big fat toilet with my name on it."
"I'll leave the two of you to it then, but when is it?"
"Tomorrow. Peace."
What in the world? What in fuck am I supposed to even wear? Better find the man who knows about these sorts of things.
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"By when?" Dree asked about an hour later. Fucking cold lately. Dree worked on 'Trozy's, which was where the rich kids brought dates when they were dead serious about getting some that night. He worked the front door, which means he dressed in a tuxedo, and I was feeling the need for one just like it, and right now.
"Tomorrow, bitch. Where do I net one?" Dree looked rather irritated with me.
He'd gotten the job after his mom threatened to kick him out for depressing her. He's still fucking depressing, but at least he's doing something productive in the meantime. Sam said the trick is that if you've got a job holding you down, you'll be too fucking tired and pissed off to be depressed. At least when you get fed up with your job and you start getting depressed about it, then you'll have some money put away, then you can at least enjoy the elation of freedom if you quit and the having of oodles of money where before you had a pot that smelled like stale urine. But if you'd spent it all, then you have no business being depressed in the first place. "You know tucies need..."
"Sorry, what the fuck did you just say?"
"Tucies, plural of tux."
"Oh. How'd you figure that out?"
"Ends in X, man. You don't just slap an S onto an X to make the word plural. So these tucies need to be fit so they don't look stupid on you. It takes at least a couple of days, and with a dance around the corner..."
"Wait, you knew about it?"
"Of course I do. Didn't you?"
"Fuck you."
"Oh, right. Anyways, go see Danny. He's the only one what can help you now."
"Okay, thanks. Catch you later."
"Right right."
"Oh, Dree?"
"Yup?"
"Who in the fuck is Danny?"
"Aunt Mellie's boy. I assume you know who Aunt Mellie is?"
"Bitch, just give me an address."
"I don't fuckin' know, do I? He may be in the art deco, or else someone there knows where he is." What am I, playing Twenty Steps to Danny the Tuxedo Maker? Do I have to Scooby Doo my way throughout Rotterdale just to get dressed for one party I'm not sure I should be going to in the first place? Fucking fuck.
Useless, but at least the named spot is only down the street. While I were letting my feet do the walking, I let my eyes wander around a little bit. Christmas lights, Christmas trees, beautiful girls in floppy red hats... This town isn't so bad every now and then. And then the smell of horse... and here we are. Down at the end of Main is the art studio with the stables built next to them because the Garden has the most horses in town and the Garden owns the deco.
The sign on the wall told me to come right in, so in I came. The tiny room was nothing but a break from the cold covered in pictures and paintings with a staircase going along the back wall. Up that I went, and I found the familiar welcoming desk with the door behind it and the window behind me looking out to the frosted street. There was no one there to greet me, sooo...
"Hello?" No one in the main room, either. No one but a tiny girl (no kidding, right?) with short black hair prancing away in next to nothing, singing at the top of her lungs. I drew attention to myself, but it seems she was playing her music to herself too loud and only stopped in the room for a moment before popping off to the back. Further calls got me a horse voice, so I stepped through the door.
Screams, shouts to get the hell out, and then, "Oh, hey, Derrick. What's up?"
Oh yeah. I forgot my twins worked here. Wait, work?
The two of them were bare-ass naked but for some very expensive-looking matching white lingerie. One was spread bald on the white-sheeted bed in the middle of the room with the other with her head buried between the first's legs. The black-haired girl looked quite shocked to be walked in on so, but she calmed down when she saw the twins recognize me. It was quite comical, her with her face full of food and her eyes all huge.
"Help you?" she asked, still wide-eyed.
I strode straight up to my two naked girls and kissed them both, not having a clue which was which. On both I tasted the most heady fragrance of pussy, and with all the liquid dripping off one's face, I assumed her to be Sara, whom I was pretty sure wasn't the gusher between the two. "Looking for Danny," I answered flap-jawed.
"Oh, you're a friend," the girl answered as though it wasn't perfectly obvious by then. "Watashi wa Tikki; hajime mashite," she said with a very polite bow.
"Derrick," I answered, holding out my hand to her, though I don't know why I bothered. As soon as she was upright again, she pressed her lips to mine, and with lips came tongue.
She disappeared behind her mess of file folders straight away, chatting, "Danny's been so frightfully busy lately with the dance. I assume that's what you're looking for him for?"
"Pretty much." While I thought Tikki was quite an eyeful, my twins were still very naked and very sweaty. Sara had her arms around Cindy's thigh like a big fluffy pillow, and both were watching me with very relaxed smiles on their faces. "Sorry for bothering you, but don't you guys have watches that..."
"I can," she interrupted, "but it's a question of availability. There are two people you don't mess with in your life: the person that dresses you, and the person that does your hair. Ah, here we are." I slid on up to see what she was looking at, and the twins each held their hands out to let their fingertips run across my arm as I walked by. "He finished most everything, but he's trying to relax for the rest of the night. I'm sorry to say, but..."
"Remember the trip that got lost for like, half a year?" Cindy said before Tikki could disappoint.
"Of course. We were all terrified," the tiny photographer answered, almost offended at the idea that she might not remember.
"Derrick was the one with Mandy who kept them fat and happy until they got found."
Instantly Tikki's attitude towards me changed. Her eyes softened and her guard dropped; I'd seen it before. "I'm sure Danny would do anything for you," she insisted. "All of us would." She flicked her watch, then she lowered her chin and I saw her lips move; I knew she'd be either talking to Danny himself or someone who knew where he was.
"He'll be here in a few hours," she said after a moment, looking back up at me. "Meanwhile, how good are you with a camera?"
"He's wonderful," Sara said gleefully. "Remember that set we showed you from the Garden party this spring?"
"That was you?" Tikki asked me in quite a bit of shock.
For the next two hours (this guy must not be too prompt) Tikki and I worked the twins over with motion cameras while they made love over and over again. Not only was she constantly commenting both my capture of angles and my creative action directing, but she was always doubling back to bump into me and my unmistakably hard cock. Whenever she looked at me, she had this huge, unabashed smile. We don't get many Japanese in this town, and I've got to say that even for an obvious half-breed like her, there was a certain charm I was suddenly wishing there was more of in my life.
Danny himself came sulking in by and by. He walked right up to me to shake my hand as though twins eating each other into a frenzy on a bed in front of him was a usual occurrence in his life. After greeting everyone (with words; he didn't seem in the mood to kiss everyone), he promptly turned around and told me he'd be waiting outside. I bid my farewells to the twins (both pulled their fingers out of their own folds and placed them in my mouth as they kissed me off together), and Tikki showed me to the door.
"I'm especially grateful for what you did," she said in the more heavy voice I'd expect from someone watching something so erotic. "I know those kids. Come 'round after the dance, yeah?" She released me after one more kiss, and suddenly I was ready to abandon the prospect of being dressed for a dance in favor of spending the remainder of the night in the company of three rather frisky women as opposed to a surly-looking, overworked man.
"You know how to ride, I assume?" he asked as he led me to the stables next door. A large horse came trotting right up to him.
"Never got the chance..."
He swore to himself, then called over a second horse with a few notes on a whistle that was dangling around his neck. "You'll be fine as long as you can hold your seat; it's not that far, and I'll lead her."
So, up I went. No saddle, bridle, or bit. I was instructed to hold fast with my thighs, but they were tired in minutes. I was allowed to hold onto my mare by her mane, but when I finally got off her after we trounced through a couple town blocks, she seemed quite glad to be rid of me. She and her companion trotted off to the back yard of the private home, and the door shut behind them.
"Look, I'm sorry if I'm putting you out... I just got informed this afternoon that I'd be taking someone, and..."
"It's fine," Danny insisted. I didn't feel quite put at ease, but at least business would be getting taken care of.
"By the way, how much will it..."
"I don't work for money," he interrupted. "Besides, from what I hear, you've earned it. Honestly, a suit is the least I can do for you." He was walking towards the door, not making it easy to strike conversation. He let himself in with a touch of his watch to the doorknob. "I'm just tired."
"This yours?"
"I live in Charlotte. A few fashion designers consult me there. Hello?"
So that's what took him so long. Poor guy finally got home after breaking his hands on work, and I probably ripped him out of bed. If I guessed right, a bed that had a woman.
Or not...
From around a corner came the most beautiful (yeah, yeah, they're all "the most beautiful" in this town) brunette. In the dim light, I could make out poofy hair that'd reach a foot above her head if it wasn't so long, and eyes of icy blue that looked hauntingly familiar. She wore a black silk robe over a black silk nightgown, and her feet were clad in red slippers with fluffy white trim that reminded me of how much I love Christmas. She had a tree and lights and the works as well, but it looked like a bachelorette's pad rather than a home for four.
She and Danny assumed a gentle embrace, though their lips locked in an effect that made my mouth water. She wasn't shy about moaning into his mouth, and he finally seemed to be enjoying himself.
"What brings you back so soon, Danny boy?" she asked in a light musical voice.
"Another one for 'the dance,'" he scoffed. I took it to mean that he had had his fill of the whole event, and I doubted he'd be attending himself.
"You want me to take care of it, baby? You must be tired..."
"Actually," I interrupted, "I don't really know what on Earth this dance is about in the first place. Can someone fill me in?"
The two glanced at me as though they'd forgotten I was in the room. "I need to prep up anyways," Danny groaned. "You can measure him." He trounced off to a door that took him down a flight of echoing stairs.
The lady smiled at me and took me by the hand. "I'm Melody," she said in a very melodic, hypnotizing voice.
"Not the Melody?"
"As far as I know; I make dresses, sound familiar?"
"I thought you'd be older, is all. You know you're quite famous around these parts?"
She grinned like she was quite used to compliments, and led me to the kitchen. "Warm enough for you?" she asked while searching through cabinets and refrigerator.
"Quite." Her home was quite homey. I even had delusions of getting fed while I was there, and I was certainly looking forward to being measured by her.
"Then strip," she commanded.
"Do what?"
"I can hardly measure you if you're wearing clothes, can I?"
What would you do if you were in a strange house and someone's woman was telling you to strip?
"Here, let me help you. So, who're you taking to the dance? Anyone I know?"
"Reoren Fraliusan," I said. She was already working off my pants, bypassing my shirt completely.
"Hmm... doesn't sound familiar. This dance is pretty special; she must really like you."
"I just live with her, is all. I rent. What's up with this dance, anyways?
She'd gotten my pants down; my shirt was covering my unrequited arousal. I had intended to save it up for the dance, but the twins had gotten to me pretty bad. This beautiful woman's breath on my legs might be all it takes. "This town pulls in huge amounts of revenue from sporting events. As you may know, the high school is in competition with Tranquil Breeze Garden, where I come from. They try to make dances and stuff to raise their appeal rather than actually raise salaries and grades. Imagine that."
"I wouldn't know," I answered.
"Turns out, Cameron kids got used to partying. Laurel U lost admissions to party schools, and we started getting parties of less favorable nature around here. In fact, the last big one had this guy's sister getting..."
"Sounds like I'm pretty famous, too."
"That was you? My my, you do get around. So with that, Laurel decided to throw this little bash. A real formal one. Code: Purple."
"What's purple?"
"White bow ties, frock coats, and top hats. Any other questions?" She had gotten my pants of with my shoes, and I helplessly let her pull my shirt and jacket off with one pull, letting me sit there in defeat with a big tent in my shorts.
"Yeah. Why do I have to take my clothes off for you to measure me?"
"You don't." She hooked her fingers into my undershorts and pulled down. I lifted up off the chair I don't know why, and there they went, and there it was. "Stand up," she ordered.
She was on her knees in front of me, and she began depressing her fingers into my legs.
"Umm... don't you need measuring tape for that?"
"Tape is for suckers," she insisted. "So, are you planning on stabbing me in the eye with that thing?"
I blushed quite well. After all, my equipment was standing up as high as could be, vibrating and bouncing with every shiver that ran through me when she touched me anywhere.
"That's not where I normally stab people with it, no," I said, but you have no idea how stupid I felt about it. Sure, if I'd said it to some sixteen-year-old, I'm sure she'd be the one blushing, but this Melody didn't seem like some giggilish girl to be easily impressed by one-liners. She raised an eyebrow at me, and I wanted to retreat into myself. It didn't help that I could see clear to her toes down her nightgown.
"Are you still in high school or something, talking to women like that?" she asked with a rather humorous grin.
"Mostly high school girls I..."
"Hush." She rose to her feet. She stood several inches shorter than me, making us strain our necks to look one-another in the eye. "It's beautiful," she whispered to me, her fingers tickling the underside of my shivering rod.
All at once, the nervousness flowed out of me, and it was replaced by anxiety. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing in bed; this grown-ass woman isn't going to fall for any of my bullshit. What was I doing there? Getting dressed, supposedly. Asking for trouble, that's all I was doing.
She did the doing for me. She leaned up on her toes to kiss me, and I actually felt my breath shaking. "Now let me show you how I felt when I heard someone took on a whole fraternity to protect his sister," she whispered in her magical voice, and with a few more sweet kisses to my lips, she began kissing her way down, down, down my chest and to my stomach. She got back on her knees, and after some lingering below my navel, I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my prick.
Becky would never believe me. Melody, top dressmaker in the state, was sucking me off, and stupid me wasn't doing a thing to stop her. I wanted to tell her that I was saving up for a girl, but while I was stringing together two words to say, I felt her talented tongue tickling my engorged urethra, and great torrents of cum came shooting out of me before I knew what hit me.
She swallowed it all with enthusiasm, but she didn't look impressed. "Wow. One minute."
"Can't do a thing about it when it comes to a woman as beautiful and talented as you," I said, panting with the intensity of my orgasm.
She smirked and got to her feet. "But seriously, that was pretty fast. Something on your mind?"
"Doing a photo session with my girlfriend before I came over," I said.
"Wow; good girlfriend. I didn't mess anything up, did I?"
"What? No, not at all. She and I, we're not trying to take sex that seriously. In fact, she was with a woman."
"Weren't you and Danny coming from the studio?"
"Yeah..."
"Tikki was on the clock, weren't she?"
"Yup."
"That explains it," she said with a small laugh and a pat on my still-raging cock. "She's got an eye for art that really touches your heart. Hardly anyone in the area will touch any nude work that dosn't come from her camera."
"Like you and your dresses?"
She beamed at me in response, then told me to wait a moment while she conferred with Danny. I found a few things to chew on that my hostess had left out for me, and I amused myself with them and a few pictures laying about. Everywhere there were women of all ages with Melody, all of them wearing beautiful dresses. I assumed they were works of hers; and if so, she was quite good. I felt quite a bit more confident about her and Danny fitting me for this party.
She came back up after half an hour or so; the night was getting pretty far along. She told me everything was fine, even as she took me by my erect cock and pulled me into her bedroom.
"How do you want it?" she asked with stars in her eyes.
"I'm not quite sure. Why am I getting it in the first place?"
"You care very deeply about your sister, and that's all I need to know. All you need to know is that I'll feel very regretful if I let you leave her tomorrow morning without making love to me."
So, that's how it went.
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I woke up very refreshed the next morning. Danny was gone, but Melody explained that he had finished before I had (ha ha ha), which was no race, seeing as I had run her into the night after her challenge. She was quite the homemaker, putting together some rather delicious breakfast for me.
"So, where're you meeting this girl? I remember my mother telling me how a guy would come pick his date up in a limousine."
Wow, her mom must be old. "I'm not sure. Best give her a call, I think."
My fingers shook when Reo's phone rang, but she was the one to answer, "Derrick? Hi! I was afraid you hadn't got my message!"
Hearing her voice made it all worth it for sure. Melody saw me smiling and beamed at me. "Not to worry. We still on for tonight?"
"But you didn't call me last night, so I didn't have a chance to warn you about..."
"It's alright," I said with a look to Melody. "Everything's taken care of. How do... hang on."
Melody had slipped me a note; her hand slid down my pant leg as it retreated. "Umm... where do you want me to pick you up?"
"Pick me up? But..."
"Your place at brillig?"
"Umm... sure, Derrick. I'm looking forward to it."
When the connection severed, I felt happier than I had in ages. I lept up and embraced a likewise leaping Melody, and I hugged her with all the joy that had been bottling up inside me.
"I'm so happy for you," she said with a tear in her eye.
I wiped it away from her beautiful face, still a ridiculous smile on mine. "Thank you so much, Melody."
Putting her own smile aside, she shook her hair out of her face, tilted back, shut her eyes, and pursed her lips so that I could thank her properly. I did so, kissing her with a magic that was sure to spill out into the dance once I got there. She moaned and kissed me back, and in no time at all my nosy erection was poking her in the belly.
"I take it back. You really do know how to flatter a girl," she said softly. "Now, how are you planning on kissing her tonight?"
With a lopsided grin and feeling lightheaded, I plastered my mouth onto hers, letting my tongue swim around in her mouth. She fell under my spell at once, moving with me and gripping me closely. I pushed my hand into her ridiculously small black robe she had donned to match mine (though mines was more man-sized and made of actual cotton wheres hers was a film of black gossamer) and groped at her breast. My cock was pressing hard into her, letting her know what was on my mind.
When we parted, she wiped the excess slime of saliva off her mouth with (yet another) a silly grin. "Non, non, non," she insisted.
"Huh? What'd I do wrong?"
It took her a moment to recover her breath. "Hands on my waist, lover boy." I did as I was told. "Eyes locked onto mine." No problems there. "I don't want your tongue in my mouth so soon before dinner, and if you try and drill a hole into my stomach with your boner without kissing me good and long first, I'm gonna think you're thinking all the other pretty girls at the dance, comprends?"
"Completely." With a fresh start, I kissed her again, this time touching only her chin to direct her face up to receive my kiss. My hand then went back to her waist, and it stayed there for the next several minutes while I kissed her as thoroughly as I could without trying to mine for gold with my tongue.
She was hardly moaning then, so I thought I was doing something wrong, but I just kept at it, and soon enough she started whining for more. Her hips were undulating against me, but I held my ground, concentrating on kissing her. Her tongue sought me out, but I gave it only cursory touches, concentrating on loving the feel of her soft lips.
In time, I gave into her desire for a deeper kiss, and our bodies melted together. Unlike before, her body was warm all over, and I could feel her leaning on me for support. I managed to stumble over my chair and fall on my ass, but she ended up on top of me.
It took her about eight seconds to part my robe and take my cock in her hand. I opened hers as well, and after rubbing her pussy a few times, I held her by the hips to guide her over mine, and she pointed my cock into her pussy as she lowered herself onto me.
She leaned forward to kiss me, letting me thrust up into her. "How often would you say you make love opposed to just having sex or fucking?" she asked me quite sincerely as I worked my cock inside her.
"Not often enough," I answered quite honestly. The feeling was completely different from the night before. I didn't even care if I came; all I wanted was to see her face immersed in pleasure. I turned us over and thrust into her. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to keep up with how good it felt to be working with her, and that old feeling crept up in me, threatening to make an early morning of me.
To compensate, I worked slower and deeper, crushing my pelvis against her pubic bone each time. "Faster," she urged instead, and while I complied, I still made full use of my length. Her hips thrust up to meet mine in their own time, working her wet clit up like I'd hoped. "I'm gonna come," she sighed in an almost inaudible voice.
"Me too," I said as sensually as I could. The night before, she swallowed every time she got me off. I was hoping this time would be different. I thrust harder and harder into her, every motion carefully planned to bring both of us off. She was there with me, kissing me, rubbing her clit, or grabbing onto me for support.
I gripped her by the shoulder in what should've been a definitive warning, but she kept it up. The longer it went on, the more I dared to hope, and the faster my orgasm came to me, until finally it was too late to go back. That delicious calm before the storm, that ultra-tightness in the cock that says you're about to blow, but a pussy just never gets you the exact pressure at the right time as your hand can.
I kept sliding in and out of her, trying to stimulate that perfect spot, and then bam. Cum shooting out of me and into her, and that incredible feeling of indescribable pleasure coursing through every bit of me. It was in her too; my orgasm seemed to trigger hers, and the more cum I shot into her, the harder she got off. It was everything I had hoped for and more.
"Now that is how you should make love to your date tonight," she sighed contentedly. I held my ground mounted on her, kissing her as befits the situation.
"I don't know if she likes me like that, though," I said cautiously.
"You don't even know me," she said, "yet you just did that. Making love isn't about moving towards the next step, it's being a kind person that cares for another person. It's there no matter what your future together is, and the sex is just a celebration of that."
Hmm. Got to think about that.
"Mind if I take a shower?" I asked. "I doubt I'll win points showing up smelling like this."
"Your funeral," she giggled. "Think I'll have one too. You don't mind sharing, do you?"
"Melody?"
"Mm?"
"Don't take this the wrong way..."
"What is it?"
"You know how you said you'd regret it if we didn't make love before I left?"
"Of course."
"Well, I'd like to..."
"Again?" she asked, flabbergasted.
"No offense... it's just that I..."
"You what?"
"All night long I was dreaming about coming inside you, and now..."
"You liked that, did you?"
"Oh yeah."
"Me too."
"One more time?"
"It's just that I thought you'd be tired. And don't you have somewhere to be?"
"Not until three."
"But you've still got to get dressed, eat..."
"It's still early."
She made a sour face at me, but I leaned down to kiss her again and thrust into her anew.
"Oh, no you don't. Shower first."
But I persisted, answering the call of my deflated but not flaccid cock, and in minutes we were moving together like lovers do, all the way through half an hour, where I was fucking her from behind and ultimately coming inside her again. We showered, and I escaped without further damage.
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Another morning and Zyg was already feeling the weight of his mistakes from the previous night. Shouldn’t have listened to the lynx when they told them that it’d be perfectly fine to just forgo one one simple milking session, he’d just get it done in the morning, solve everything! The Lucario, being as sloshed as he was, didn’t think too much of it, and in fact thought it was a brilliant idea to just go to bed and try to get the drunkenness out of his system, not even thinking about the consequences when he left the door to his bedroom wide open with them still in the house. Upon waking up and not only feeling the sudden bloat, but also the three rings around some very sensitive parts of himself, Zyg began to reconsider his life priorities. Or would, if he weren’t hungover as all hell. Rushing to the bathroom was obviously a lot harder now that he had to contend with a sudden increase in weight both in front and below hm; moving in the morning was already a challenge even when he made sure to empty out before going to sleep, and given that he had been denied the sweet release of passive leaking during the night, in addition to a complete lack of milking, it was a wonder he could even move at all! Each step elicited so much sloshing from his body that anyone listening in might be mistaken for thinking he was playing around with person-sized water balloons… which honestly wasn’t that far off from the truth, all things considered. A quick once-over as soon as his brain rebooted properly revealed that the damage done was not as severe as Zyg thought though, a wonder given how badly bloated he was already before going to bed. In fact, he distinctly remembered being larger than that several times before, though given what had been clamped over his nipples and cock, he was going to approach those sizes very quickly if he couldn’t find the person responsible. At least he could still walk through doors; not really that much of a consolation given that he couldn’t milk himself, but at least he was still mobile for the time being. The house was empty, and he had to give the lynx credit for tidying up after himself; none of the bottles were where they had been and the occasional puddles of soda and piles of crumbs had been mopped and swept away, leaving behind a perfectly clean and shining floor, along with a small note attached to the fridge with a magnet. The handwriting on it was unmistakably theirs, and the message itself was so innocuous that Zyg didn’t know whether to laugh at it or be mad that the feline thought they could get away so easily. “Cleaned floors, wiped windows. Left lunch in fridge, just heat up. You don’t have any more bleach, I’ve bought some and ordered delivery (will pay you later). TTYL!”
Talk to them later indeed. There’d be a lot more to it than just talking, to the point where the Lucario had to very carefully remove a lot of unhealthy thoughts from his mind. There was no point getting back at them; they were just doing what they were best at, and he was quite certain that he himself might’ve requested the clamps at some point during his drunken ramblings. If anything, Zyg should be mad at himself for emptying his fridge’s supply of alcohol with the feline next to him, knowing full well that while they would never take advantage of him in any meaningful way, they’d still be unable to resist a prompt as good as “Plug me up!” or whatever it was he said the night before. Thus, there was very little left for the Luca to do but call them up and hope they were still at home. The phone rang for long enough that Zyg could feel his body swell up, a slow process that compensated by having no upper cap whatsoever; it might take him a while to reach truly ludicrous sizes, but while other people might stop there, he’d just keep going, the product of that unfortunate incident in the chemical plant several years prior. What’s worse, he’d just come back to normal after being drained, giving the lynx even more of an excuse to see how far they could go; Zyg would be back at their baseline size inevitably, after all. “Hello, Tim speaking,” came a voice from the other end. “Hello, clamp man speaking, could you please come back here and open these things up?” There was a long period of silence where neither of them said anything, and judging by the lack of stifled giggling coming from the lynx’s side, Zyg had to wonder what was going through their mind. “I’m sorry, what?” “Tim, I’m not kidding,” Zygrado insisted, losing control of his tone, “I’m not going to deal with having clamps over my nipples and dick, so get your ass here as quickly as possible and take these off!” “Take what off, I didn’t put anything on you!” Zyg’s reply was lost somewhere in the middle of his throat when he heard those words. They were impossible; it had to have been them that put those things on him. And yet, they sounded sincere; the lynx was usually unable to hide whenever they’d done something to indulge themselves or others, so for them to sound so genuinely confused must mean that, against all odds… they didn’t know about the clamps?
“Tim, if you’re pulling my leg here…” “Zy, I swear to whatever you want me to swear, I don’t know anything about any clamps. Do you need help?” The slight note of panic on their voice was enough to convince the Lucario that the lynx was completely innocent… at least of that particular crime. While he didn’t cherish the idea of having them grope his bloated form in search of a solution, there wasn’t a lot else he could realistically do. “... please.” “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Don’t go anywhere.” The call was over, leaving Zyg to chuckle to himself about the lynx’s command. Where the hell was he supposed to go looking like that? None of his shirts or pants fit, and he wasn’t about to use a bunch of rags to make himself decent if his body was just going to keep bloating like that. In the short time since he woke up his bust had already gained a good half a foot in every direction, while his balls had inflated to gently brush against the ground. The three metal ringlets holding his flow back, strategically placed around both his teats and at the base of his shaft, should hurt; they were strapped on tightly and had no give whatsoever, yet Zyg found them to be as comfortable as something like them could possibly be, even more so, oddly enough. Rather than overbearing pressure and tightness, they invited him to stroke at the affected areas, trying to override his survival instincts and knowledge that doing so would just lead to further swelling. It was a game he played with himself while he waited, slowly watching his assets expand as their backed-up production forced his body to make room while simultaneously having to keep his hands away from so many places that demanded their attention. The moment his focus broke and his fingers sunk into his soft flesh was the moment the battle was lost and his house was turned into a municipal pool; and as much as Zygrado wanted to cut loose and enjoy himself for once in his life, he couldn’t do that inside of his own home. He wouldn’t. This raised the question of whether or not he’d be comfortable doing it somewhere else, something Zyg felt it best not to think about, given it had a non-zero chance of causing his bloating to worsen from the arousal alone; last thing he needed was for his already spiked production to take a turn for the hyperactive. Ten minutes to the second, he heard someone knock at the door, leaving him to fight with his own body when trying to get up from the couch and cursing his decision to sit down in the first
place. With a heavy dose of incredibly loud noises, the Lucario dragged his swollen self over to the other side of his house, opening the door just slowly enough that he could immediately close it should the lynx turn out to have pulled a fast one on him. Contrary to expectations, however, Tim remained on the other side of the threshold, patiently waiting until Zygrado gave him the go-ahead, only to visibly wince once they saw what had happened to his friend. “Zy, I know what this looks like, but I swear this wasn’t me,” they rattled off, closing the door behind them and squeezing past the Lucario’s assets, “when I left the house yesterday you were perfectly fine, I don’t know what happened!” “And I don’t know if I should trust you,” Zygrado replied, finding it hard to believe that himself, “but you seem surprised enough, so… I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Can you help me or not?” The lynx nodded, helping Zyg back into the living room while his eyes conspicuously avoided looking at any part of him that might be particularly bouncy. As soon as the Lucario was seated again, the feline knelt down and began inspecting the cockring, seemingly able to maintain a perfectly clinical look about their face, even if it was getting suspiciously red. They tugged at it, pulled it, even tapped on its surface a few times before moving in to get a better look, unceremoniously shoving Zyg’s cock off to the side so he could lean in closer. “I don’t like the look of this,” they mumbled, clearly being affected by the constant and very loud churning coming from both spherical mounds above and below him. It was a wonder their voice wasn’t even muffled, “because I recognize these, and I think it may be my fault after all.” “Tim,” Zyg growled. “No, no, hear me out! Remember the present I gave you for your birthday?” Zyg did remember. He remembered it so well that he felt like slapping himself for not having taken better precautions to keep those damned things locked away where he couldn’t get to them in a moment of madness or weakness. “How long?” he asked of the feline. “One week, apparently,” came the reply, with Tim having a quick look at the nipple clamps to confirm their suspicions, “there’s no size limitations on these things either, so you’re just going to have to wait.”
“Remind me again why you gave me these things?” “You asked for them, dummy.” “I-” … well, it was true, he did. Which just made the whole thing worse, really; Zyg couldn’t quite blame the lynx when the only reason he had to do so was his own fault to begin with. It left him in an awkward position of not knowing what to do or where to go, because with those clamps on him for the next week, there was only one direction his body could take, and it’d claim his ability to function until they came off. “Will yo-” “Yes,” Tim instantly responded, leaning in to give Zyg a smooch on the forehead, “I’ll go get started on smoothing out any sharp edges. You focus on resting and calling your workplace, alright? And don’t worry about lunch or dinner, I’ll get that for you!” With those words, Tim turned around and left the living room, presumably to go find enough rubber that he could use to coat every bit of the upholstery. Zy had to smile at how quickly the feline offered to help; push come to shove, they might be an incorrigibly lewd piece of work, but at least they’d do their best to fix the problems they helped create. Not exactly the highest standard to pass, in all honesty, but it was better than nothing; better them than anyone else who wouldn’t have a fraction of the willpower needed. Getting his boss to listen to what he had to say, however, was slightly more difficult, seeing as the Lucario had to come up with a better excuse than “I clamped my tits and balls shut” if he wanted to secure medical leave. He eventually settled on some made-up story about a sudden productivity spike as a result of tainted dairy, something that made absolutely no sense, wouldn’t pass muster in any court of law, and was nonetheless completely believed by his non-hyper supervisor, one of the perks of having someone in charge who knew very little of anomalous biology. He had a week for himself. Normally this meant buying a new game and then forgetting about what time was, but he doubted he’d be able to even use the desk at all by day’s end; in fact, if he could even fit in the living room by the end of the week he’d have to call that a victory, since the last time he went so long without milking himself he needed construction equipment to get him out, and he had the luxury of leaking from passive pressure. Now that all of his “vents”
were blocked, nothing remained but to wait out the storm, hoping that it wouldn’t be so bad as to need him to move by the time he was done. The one thing that made that day bearable was the lynx, in all honesty. As soon as the pressure began to build, so too did Zyg’s stress start to spike to nearly unbearable levels, as not only did the knowledge of what he did to himself constitute enough of a pain in the neck to make him want to shout, but the realization that he was stuck on the couch naturally led to the implication that he’d have to buy a new one by the time this was all over. More expenses at a time where he needed none, especially after he told Tim he didn’t want any of their money; this whole fiasco was his own doing and he’d deal with it himself. This was obviously easier said than done; much as he tried to put on a brave face, Zyg had very little of his willpower left by the end of the day. As opposed to the perpetual grumpiness that characterized most of that morning and afternoon, the evening hours were filled by soft, muffled moaning and heavy breathing, the Lucario quietly asking for his feline attendant to rub his breasts as softly as possible to help relieve some of the pressure. The actual effect of touching those things was the exact opposite, and they both knew it; but rather than sitting there watching their friend slowly succumb to insanity, the lynx did what any good buddy would: give those milky udders a good rubdown with some lotion. This had two effects, one of which they both knew about and one that surprised only one of them. As they expected, giving them attention caused Zyg’s breasts to swell a lot faster than they would if just left well enough alone, to the point where just before they went to “bed”, each milktank was already grazing the ground despite having a couch to spill over from. The rubbing took hours before they got to that size, but with multiple bottles to go through and endless enthusiasm between the two of them, anything could be achieved, leaving the Lucario completely pinned down and no longer caring about whether or not they destroyed their couch with sheer titty weight. What truly caught the lynx unprepared was the noise. It was a given that Zygrado’s body was incredibly loud, especially when his production kicked into gear, but Tim hadn’t expected them to make such a racket, even at sizes like those; it was a curious quirk that Zy had “neglected” inform his friend about, more out of fear of what might happen if he hadn’t: the more stimulated his bosom was, the louder it became. On the surface, it was a simple enough change, so much so that, given the prevalence of hypers in society, no one would bother to think twice about it. But Zyg wasn’t your regular, everyday hyper; far from it, in fact. With his production kept firmly inside of him thanks to the self-subjected clamping, he was already incredibly noisy, even while sitting down; neither of them wanted to imagine what it
would be like if he dared to stand up and walk, the currents of milk and cum crashing into one another probably being enough to shake the windows out of their frames. But the Lucario being on the couch was the one thing the lynx could count on to keep their sanity from breaking completely; sure, those mammaries still sloshed about and churned quietly, but that was just it, they did so quietly. It was a constant, yet gentle reminder of what was going on inside of their friend’s body, something they’d have to focus in order to be able to hear, much less pay attention to. And this is how it always had been for as far as they could both remember. On giving those tits a good rubbing, though, all of that was thrown out the window, leaving Tim feeling both incredibly aroused and beyond terrified at the prospect of having to stick around Zyg’s place in order to take care of them. They had thought that a couple of earplugs and a closed door would be enough for them to get some rest; even if the Lucario moved around in the night, the sounds wouldn’t bother them too much. Now that they gave in and provided the massage their friend so desperately needed, there would be no rest for them, not now, not during the night, not until those clamps came off. Their friend did ask them what was wrong when the lynx excused themselves in order to go to the bathroom, hoping to find some measure of peace and quiet by closing every door on the way there. Truth be told, Zyg knew exactly what was going on and relished in the opportunity to turn the tables on his guest-slash-caretaker; he would’ve sloshed his tits about if he had the strength to move them around at all, instead settling for trying to shake his torso and hoping it’d have some kind of effect on his jiggliness down the line. For the lynx, it was nothing short of torture. For once in their life, they did genuinely want to help Zyg without any kind of expectations for sexual favours or smothering or anything of the sort; their offer had (initially) been borne entirely out of their platonic friendship, with the sudden rubdown being more a consequence of both of them being living, thinking creatures with wants, needs and personal limits. Now that they had to contend with the noises, though? A lot harder to keep their mind off of things better left unsaid. There were three walls and two doors between the two of them. By all means, it should be impossible for the lynx to hear anything, much less the soft slorshing of fluids inside of their friend’s tits. Instead, the sounds reverberated inside of the feline’s head, crashing through and into them as they bounced off the polished linoleum and the immaculately-kept walls. The whole bathroom was a resonator, helping to magnify what amounted to a small lake churning over itself every half-second. They couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much! But where would they run to?
Any attempts at muffling it quickly turned out to be worth nothing; cotton in their ears only made them itchy, while a towel wrapped around their head only made the sounds echo even harder… somehow. After half an hour of failed attempts and some very tight pants, the lynx gave up and went back to the living room, having to stifle a moan when they saw how large the Lucario was. “Something the matter~?” Zygrado asked, knowing the answer to the question they just posed. That was it. That was the threshold. Tim didn’t even bother coming up with an excuse that time, choosing to turn around and head into the kitchen so they could prepare dinner, serving it on a large plastic tray and telling Zyg that they’d come back to get it in the morning. There would be no tucking in the Lucario that night; he’d just have to get comfortable in his own wobbliness somehow. The morning came after a sleepless night, the single wall between the living room and bedroom not being nearly enough to give the lynx even the tiniest modicum of protection from the roiling waves of milk and cum that continuously crashed against one another inside of Zygrado. The latter, meanwhile, slept like a baby, his brain already adapted to dealing with those kinds of noises and thus taking surprisingly well to an uptick in volume. He would wake up just after sunrise to see his vision completely blocked by his tits, which ballooned to a size so colossal that they were halfway to the ceiling… though the balls they rested on certainly did help. The pressure, meanwhile, had spiked to levels that even he found uncomfortable, a direct consequence of the ludicrous amount of fluid build-up taking place beneath the three rings holding him back from flooding his apartment. If he barely kept himself composed the day before, now he was wondering how exactly he was supposed to last the rest of the week, considering he already felt like he was about to burst at the slightest provocation. At the very least, he didn’t look as terrible as Tim did; the lynx emerged from Zyg’s bedroom looking like he hadn’t slept in weeks, even their shapeshifting powers insufficient to hide the bags under their eyes and the obvious tired look they sported. Knowing what caused it made the Lucario shrink away in fear of what the feline might say if he pushed their buttons, even playfully, which is why he sighed in relief when Tim dropped themselves onto their engorged assets… though he was left confused as to why they did that.
“Maybe if I stay here long enough my brain will get used to it,” they replied once asked, heavily muffled from the other side of those gigantic mounds of stuffed flesh, “couldn’t sleep the whole night. Need to get used to this.” It was a silly prospect, but at least it carried a non-zero chance of working; besides, it felt surprisingly comfortable to have the furball attached to his body like that, so much so that neither of them moved until Zyg’s belly growled loudly enough to be heard even from behind the churning, prompting the lynx to sigh and loudly declare they were going to make breakfast for the both of them. This would take the form of some buttered toast and some juice, just the bare basics of what could even be called a snack, purposefully designed to be eaten quickly in order to give both of them time to appreciate one another’s company. In the absence of any better ideas, the lynx figured it was best to just enjoy themselves while it lasted. Neither of them could stop or slow down the swelling, only speed it up or make it more noticeable, so why fight against a literal ocean? At least by turning Zyg’s tits and balls into a room-sized bed, the two of them could find some comfort in an otherwise difficult situation: the Lucario got a soft, fuzzy little plaything to help relieve some stress, while Tim in return had access to the best waterbed money couldn’t buy. It’d be a win-win scenario if they didn’t both know how close they were to completely wrecking the whole building. The one thing they agreed on was that no further stimulation would be allowed; as much as they both wanted it to happen, it was clear that giving Zyg’s body any more reasons to produce at a faster rate would quickly end up with him being homeless by the time the clamps came off. In fact, just his growth rate at the time of that arrangement was already elevated enough to make the two friends wonder if there was enough room left to keep the Lucario contained for the duration. It was the source of the only argument they ever had, with Zy wanting to stay put while Tim insisted on calling in a few favours to get the growing blob out somewhere where they wouldn’t have to worry. In the end, Zyg won, leaving the feline feeling both defeated and incredibly frustrated, given that structural damage to the house was now an inevitability. The only thing they could do was wait and hope that it didn’t turn out to be as severe as they both knew it was going to be. For Zygrado, the experience could be best described as a slow descent into darkness, as his bust continued to occupy an increasingly larger share of his field of view until, at one point, he just stopped seeing the sun; he could feel it, somewhere off in the distance as it warmed up an insignificant part of himself, but his entire life had been turned into a constant cycle of darkness and deafening sloshing, encased as he was on all sides by his body, and broken only whenever the lynx showed up to give him his meals. Even after the couch broke
down, not once did he feel the floor, with his cum factories instead taking the place of the upholstery. For Tim, the whole affair was… significantly different. While their friend was off somewhere in the middle of all that wobbling flesh, enjoying himself without a single care for anything, they had to take over for everything that needed to be done around the house, a task that was made incredibly hard by way of the ever-present sloshing that had already made several of the neighbors issue noise complaints before learning to appreciate it like the lynx had. This was to say nothing of the sheer difficulty in keeping their libido in check whenever they caught the slightest glimpse of those blimped-out tits or cumstuffed nuts, driving the feline closer to the edge every time they dared to go near the living room. That they had to do it at least three times a day so their friend could be fed properly didn’t make it better, especially when Tim had to squeeze through a mountain of soft pudge just to get at the Lucario’s mouth while contending with the gurgling, the churning and, above all, the moaning. It was incessant, Zyg’s throat somehow still going after days and days of that constant, droning noise. The lynx assumed they’d get used to it at some point, but never did; every time their ears tuned in to it, it still made their fur stand on edge and their ears shoot upwards. It got to the point where Tim gave up and just started marking the days on a calendar, then sitting in front of it whenever they needed to concentrate, counting the time until they were finally free from that “torture”. In any other set of circumstances, they’d be all over Zyg, especially with them as bloated as they were. With the clamps on though, as well as their productivity being already as high as it was, any further stimulation was akin to playing with fire on a hot summer’s day… in the middle of a dry forest. Anything could set the Lucario off and cause them to break free from their confines, especially after their tits started to push against the ceiling and dust regularly came down in small clouds whenever those mounds pulsated particularly badly. Four days turned to three, then two and finally one, with the entirety of the living room now being occupied by Zygrado’s assets. The door had long-since been blocked by a single breast, requiring Tim to use the outside window just so they could have the slightest hope of reaching their friend during lunch and dinner. Even so, the Lucario hadn’t eaten anything in a solid day, their complaints falling on deaf ears as they didn’t manage to travel that far through his own body. Besides, Tim knew that Zyg’s greatest meal was yet to come. Like clockwork, the clamps gave their three-hour warning at around the time the both of them estimated it should, causing Zygrado to panic and telling Tim to go fetch their raincoat and umbrella. Armed with a
high-pressure pump and enough impermeable gear to withstand a Category Five hurricane, the feline readied themselves for the oncoming storm. It was highly doubtful that the house would remain standing after those clamps came off. Hell, it’d be a miracle if the walls didn’t have several holes punched into them, or if the upstairs neighbour didn’t get a jet of cum piercing through their floor. All of Zyg was throbbing, eager to have its bounty released, while Tim waited with a phone in one hand. One hour and things were getting worse. As if on cue, the Lucario’s body was quickly approaching a soft cap as it struggled against the house it was stuck inside, the whole building groaning almost as loudly as Zyg himself was, while Tim backed away gently from the engorging nipple in front of them, wary of the possibility that the clamp might hit them square in the head. Half an hour and the lynx called the local emergency services, revealing to them the full extent of what was about to happen. Took a bit to convince them, but after a quick photo of the boob-blocked doorway, there were no further questions. At five minutes, Tim gulped. At two, they silently prayed for things to not go to hell. At one, they were convinced all was lost. And then the clamps came off.
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Title: Negotiations by Dragon Knight
Tags: Anal, Bondage, Gangbang, M/F, Reptile, Roleplay, Rough, Vaginal, Vixen
After the defeat of General Scales there was the matter of discussing the negotiations with the Saurians as well as the Sharpclaws since tensions between the two were high. Krystal volunteered to handle the negotiations personally.
They met at the old fortress where one of the captains had taken command, after a few hours of discussion they came to terms but there was the matter of sealing the deal and knowing the Saurians never used money the captain wondered what the blue vixen would pay with.
"Knowing you and your four legged walking friends you don't have much gold on you nor anything of exceptional value...so how do we know you can keep up your end of the treaty?"
"Hmmm....I can think of a way..."
She gave a lustful smirk with her eyes staring down at the captain with desire and slowly removed her bra as she walked up to him making him blush and almost fall back on his chair, his bulge began to show and Krystal helped herself to it as she began to stroke the surface of his pants while he tried to control himself.
"What's the matter captain? when I was your prisoner you and your men were so eager to fuck me day and night and now that i'm so willing your backing off?.....maybe you need a little motivation!"
She gave a strong sweeping kick to the side of his face sending him crashing into the table, the two guards who were outside rushed in to see the vixen stand on top of their captain allowing him to see her entrance hidden beneath her loincloth making him more horny by the second.
"And to think you sharpclaws almost took over Sauria...you're nothing but a bunch of slithering lizards without a real leader-AAH!!"
She was suddenly tripped up by the captains tail and as she fell her loincloth was ripped off and used to tie her hands behind her back and she could see the angered and lustful look in the captains eyes as she gave a toothy grin, although he knew it was just roleplay the captain flipped the table back up and threw her on her back while he tied her legs to a horizontal poll attached to a pulley that was on the roof and gave a wink to his men who finally caught on to what was happening.
"Men we have a prisoner! show her our best."
"Yes sir!"
"It would be my pleasure."
The soldiers undressed and moved in from both sides as Krystal continued to play along while making it convincing.
"No please! someone help!!"
"This room is soundproof you little bitch! scream all you want nobody can hear you!"
He pulled on the rope lifting her legs, revealing her ass and pussy as his partner moved up close to get a better look and she could feel his breath blowing at her snatch making it begin to soak which caught their attention.
"Hey look! she's already begging for us but she's a little dry....I think I can help with that."
"No! don't do this to MEEEE!!"
His reptilian tongue lapped at her clit and inner walls driving her nuts as she squirmed and helplessly struggled trying to escape while his partner ripped off her bra and suckled on one of her breasts, because she had them sucked by the shapclaws before she was able to produce breast milk which tasted very good to them.
"Mmmm you're sweet. just like I remember."
"No please-AH! I don't want it!!"
"Now how can you say that? you're so wet...would it be better if I did like this?"
"AAAAH!!!"
He inserted two of his fingers into her and began pumping them like it was his dick making her pupils shrink from the penetration while his partner moved to her other breast and fondled the other one, already she felt close to climaxing when suddenly the captain snapped his fingers ordering them to stop and step aside revealing his lizard cock with the same bumps and ridges she remembered.
"Please! anything but that!!"
"You nearly broke my jaw you bitch! consider this payback!!"
He gave a short loud roar as he impaled her, making her scream as her pupils shrank again. He climbed on the table and began humping her like a savage beast, making her pant uncontrollably while one of his men moved to the other side forcing her to swallow his cock and making her deep throat while the other waited.
Krystal was in this same exact position when they first tried to use her as a breeding slave but even though they were unsucessfull in impregnating her they liked to fuck her just the same thanks to her curves and furry body. Soon the captain began pumping harder as he grunted and grinded his teeth while her muffled screams and moans were heard by them.
"ALMOST!! ALMOST!! YEEEESSS!!!"
One loud scream managed to escape the piece of meat gagging her as she felt the hot reptile semen shoot into her like a garden hose sending her over the edge as she climaxed mixing her juices with the captains but thankfully her species could not breed with them so their was no worry.
"Just as tight as ever."
He said as he pulled out making his seed drip out of her while they took her off the table.
"We accept your terms of piece little vixen. so let's celebrate."
"if you insist captain \*giggle\*"
She gave a toothy grin as they took off the pole binding her legs and placed a collar around her neck with a chain leash attached to the wall. The captain left the room with the signed peace treaty while his men and Krystal continued their fun.
"On your knees you slut!!"
He ordered Krystal while lifting her by the hair and throwing her near the wall. They untied her hands and forced her on all fours as one of them slid beneath her and grabbed her cheeks revealing her ass.
"Please stop....i'm so tired, I can't take anymore...."
She pretended to be exhausted when in truth she was so use to their rough penises that her holes were actually able to withstand the ridges and the bumps made the sex all the better as she was suddenly impaled and screamed once again.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
"Okay my turn!!"
"ugh ugh ugh!! GUUUUAAAAAAH!!!!"
She was violantly pierced through her ass as they pounded her like mad. Moments later her eyes rolled back and a smile formed on her face as they continued to fuck, when it came to the breaking point they slowed down a little.
"Beg for it you little whore!!"
"PLEASE!! I WANT IT!! I WANT IT ALL INSIDE ME!! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!"
A few more pounds was all it took to make them cum all at once, when the gangbang was over Krystal saw her lover Fox and ran to him with open arms as they headed for the great fox.
"Krystal? what's that white spot on your loincloth?"
"Oh! they offered me a sandwhich \*winks to the captain\*"
The End.
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Title: Dragon Clans Bk. 01 Pt. 06
Tags: flight
Chapter 6
"This is the captain," the voice coming over the intercom seemed stressed "ladies and gentlemen we are about to arrive at the gate, when we do I would ask that you all remain in your seats, there seems to be an electrical issue and we will need to reset the system. When we do this it will black out the cabin for approximately one minute. There is no need to be alarmed, please remain in your seats until the lights come back on." The captain finished.
Michael looked around the cabin, people seemed tense but not overtly so, the captain was a smart man, waiting till now to let people know of an issue.
It had been an illuminating flight for Michael, from the pain of the attack by the oriental woman to the understanding that something...different was in contact with him, had put him on edge for the entire flight.
There was no further contact from the other; it was the strangest feeling Michael had ever experienced. Several times throughout his life he had experienced a sense of de ja vu, a tickling feeling in the back of his head when a specific action was good or bad.
Following those gut instincts had kept him out of a great deal of trouble. Now it had changed, it was an actual sentient being speaking to him, guiding him, yes; it had been a hell of flight. ............
"Alpha Leader to Tango Leader do you copy," even the hushed tones reverberated around the tight space of the boarding ramp as it rolled up to the door of flight 969.
"Tango this is Alpha, over" the answer came back through the ear bud hidden within the black mask that covered the young Lieutenants face.
"Tango, insertion in 10, expect package to be delivered your location in 45, be ready for transport, out."
It had been four hours ago when Lieutenant Sims had gotten the flash message about a mission and rushed over to the CC to get the details.
Commander Longfield looked at the six men assembled in the briefing room, knowing before he started that they would not appreciate this little gem.
"Gentleman, at approximately 09:25 flight 969 from New York to London will arrive at Heathrow's gate 57. Upon arrival the plane will go dark, at that point Mr. Sim's squad will enter the aircraft, secure the passenger in seat 3 first class. You will escort this passenger out of the plane, down the emergency exit in the gate and hand him off to Mr. Patrick's squad for transport to local law enforcement at hangar 12." Upon finishing, Longfield looked up from his notes to see six disappointed men glaring back at him.
"Jesus Christ, since when do they call out two SAS special ops squads to grab one guy off an airplane, couldn't they have sent the bloody boy scouts?" Lt. Patrick snorted as the two teams sat in the Blackhawk on the way to Heathrow.
It rubbed them all the wrong way; operations like this were seen as a huge waste of time and personnel by those involved.
Most had seen heavy combat, all had years of training, provided by her majesty's government, to go out and be the mailed fist of the empire.
To be babysitters simply increased their tension, it was like sending a pit bull into a fight against a Chihuahua, not even worth doing.
Counting down in his head, Lt. Sims timed the docking perfectly.
Alistair popped the door of the jumbo jet just as the interior of the plane went dark.
Stepping in Sims instantly got a fix on the mark. 'Jeez, is this guy radioactive or what," thought Sims as he stepped the 4 paces over to the passenger.
Bending quickly he whispered, "We are here to get you off this plane, please move quickly."
Curling his hand around the mans bicep Sims was amazed at the feeling of raw power that was transmitted through the simple touch, 'this guy is like solid rock,' he thought to himself.
That feeling and the bright aura that surrounded this guy through the night vision goggles made Lt. Sims think twice about this being a waste of time.
Michael only thought for an instant before he stood to a crouch and moved out of the plane with his handler.
Had this happened yesterday he would never have gone this quietly, however, with no nagging warning from the other he was confident that there was no danger.
Thirty-two seconds after the door opened, Michael was handed over to another black clad man who hustled him into a waiting H1. It was all a bit surreal for Michael, but no more so than the rest of flight had been so he sat and waited to see what was next.
The gentleman in the suit introduced himself as Detective Arthur Collins, Scotland Yard.
"Mr. Dane, sorry about the quick exit from the plane, we had reason to believe there were problems on the flight and we wanted to make sure you, and several other passengers got off the plane as...expediently as possible," the detective said.
Michael was sitting in a small office inside a large hangar in the maintenance section of the airfield. Offered coffee or water they were treating him as though he was someone of interest, this puzzled him as he listened to the detective continue.
"We are not at liberty to disclose much of the story, however I can tell you that you are not under any type of suspicion. We have an interest in several passengers on the plane and wanted to ask you just a few questions prior to letting you go on your way." The detective said as he sat across the desk from Michael.
Taking out a pen and notebook he continued. "Did you notice anything strange during the flight?" the detective asked.
How to answer that question, Michael thought, making up his mind he said, "I don't really think so, the flight seemed like any other, I can't say that anything really caught my attention."
The questions continued for about a half an hour, it turns out that they had received several credible tips that terrorists had targeted this flight either to commandeer the plane or to try and gain entry into the UK.
Michael noted that during his interview several other passengers from other sections of the plane were brought to the hangar and questioned by other detectives.
In the end, while strange, Michael felt that it was just one more odd item in a trip filled with unique circumstances.
The detective thanked Michael for his help, apologized again and after retrieving his luggage from the plane called him a cab. It was a strange end to a very strange day.
Ian watched the video feeds of the extraction from the airplane as well as the video of Michael's interview. Even on the screen his aura seemed to be different, brighter with a purple hue that Ian had never seen before.
"He is on his way to the MacDonald Randolph, we have 3 teams watching him, the cab is tagged and special," the IM flashed up on Ian's screen.
"Excellent, keep a watch and let me know when he has checked in," Ian replied.
Switching off the computer Ian stood and headed for the stairs, 'I hope this doesn't cause problems for us down the road' Ian thought as he climbed the ancient English oak staircase looking forward to spending the evening in Millie's arms. ...............
Morning dawned gray as Michael rolled out of the large Queen Anne bed.
The MacDonald Randolph was an old world hotel. Built in the 1860's it had once been home to a Count, converted and updated over time, it had the air of English aristocracy that fit so many of Michael's notions of what 'English' meant.
Taking care of his morning rituals and dressing in a comfortable pair of black jeans a heavy wool turtleneck sweater and his well worn timberline boots he closed the heavy oak door to his room, setting out to see the sights.
His meeting with Ms. Smyth was not until late this afternoon, which gave him a chance to just wander around and take in the sights.
Lt. Sims sat in the lobby of the MacDonald waiting to see what Mr. Dane would be up to today.
After last nights escapade and the overwhelming feelings he had gotten when he touched Mr. Dane the Lt. had requested an emergency pass, his commander believing that he just needed a few days to get over the angst of another pointless mission.
There was something about Mr. Dane; something that just didn't make sense and Lt. Sims was going to find out exactly why that was.
Michael's watchers noticed the young SAS lieutenant enter the lobby and find an out of the way chair with an open view of the space.
"What do we have here," Nigel said to his partner John as he took a quick photo and emailed it off to get an id. Minutes later Nigel's PDA vibrated and the life history of Lt. Lawrence J. Sims popped up on the screen.
"Control this is five, it seems one of the SAS chaps from last night has taken an interest in our mark, please advise." Nigel finished, waiting for a response he turned another page in the hottest new release that he was reading, curious to see what would befall the main character, a young wizard, next.
Walking slowly down the stairs in the three-story central reception area Michael marveled at the restoration that had taken place only a few years before. The light beige wallpaper with the darker imprinted standards gave a feeling of warmth to the stone and timber walls of the hotel.
Stepping off the stairs he walked over to the large granite faced fireplace, knowing that this was probably the original he was entranced by the detailing of the granite façade, marveling in the attention to detail of the delicate filigree that would be almost impossible to replicate today.
The skies had started to clear as Michael left the building, walking fifty paces away and turning he was impressed by the gothic façade and the attention to detail that the renovators had accomplished.
'It's perfect,' he thought, turning and walking east he picked up Magdalene St. and headed towards the church of St. Mary the Virgin.
Ian's team was very unobtrusive, taking on the look of local shoppers, tourists and towns people, Michael never had a hint that his every move was being watched. Should anything or anyone threaten him he would be witness to a startling change in the picturesque scenery.
Lt. Sims moved quickly out of the hotel once Mr. Dane departed, putting on his sunglasses he moved to follow Mr. Dane, at that moment his beeper went off.
'Damn,' he thought to himself as he looked at the number and code that followed it.
Taking one last look at Mr. Dane's back as he walked away. Lt. Sims hailed a taxi, wondering about the coincidental timing of his "emergency" call back to base. .........
Ian thanked the general and hung up the phone.
"Millie please make a note to run a detailed check on Lt. Lawrence J Sims, he may be an excellent prospect for recruitment, mark that he may have some latent talents. .........
Michael found the church to be a somber place.
Its cool and shaded confines brought back memories of Sasha.
Sitting in a pew he looked towards the crucified form of Christ, marveling as always how one of the most powerful religions still used this image to call and hold the faithful.
As he rose to leave a young father approached him. "May I help you sir?" the man asked.
"I was just looking at the architecture, its my trade and whenever I travel I always start with the churches they seem to have the finest details and the best workmanship. It's interesting to see the variations of space and light used by the original designers to elicit that feeling of...heaven." Michael replied, hearing Sasha in his head telling him to stop with the geek archy talk.
The young father regarded the American, sensing something...different about him he asked, "Would you like to climb the tower, it offers a wonderful view of the city center and particularly the Radcliff Camera?"
Michael said he would and the father lead him to a corner of the church proper and showed him the stair up to the tower.
An older gentleman sitting near the back of the church typed out a text message to the rest of the team, 'subject moving up to top of tower'.
The view was magnificent, the day had cleared and the sun shown brightly on the honey colored stone and ivy covered walls of the city center as it lay before him.
The three tiered Radcliffe was a masterpiece, the proportions of the walls, the size and spacing of the windows the elegant dome at the top all blended together into a wonderfully complete building that Michael was simply mesmerized by.
The rest of the morning passed in a similar manner, Michael wandered around the city center, taking in the sights, occasionally snapping pictures of this detail or that.
Going back to his room, it struck him that he hadn't thought of Sasha for almost the entire morning. This brought out conflicting emotions, he knew that he had to move on but was also pained to think that she was slipping away from him.
Unlacing his boots he lay back on the newly made bed for a nap before meeting Ms. Smyth in a few hours, a new chapter in his life about to begin. ............
"Valerie, its Ian", the phone call was a bit unexpected.
"Just wanted to let you know that Michael got in safely last night, there was a bit of...drama on the flight, take it easy on him today will you."
Valerie could hear the smile in her uncles' voice. "I will make every attempt not to damage him too severely uncle," she replied.
"Dinner this weekend with you and Millie?" She asked
"Yes I think that would be wonderful, there are only a few weeks left until the festival and I know Millie would like your input on some of the final details" Ian replied.
Every year Ian hosted a harvest festival in Nogardshire, it was thought of as one of the best parties of the year and was always attended by a unique cross section of guests.
"That would be wonderful I'll be glad to help out, I'll ring you after my meeting, got to run, cheers."
"Cheers Val, talk with you in a bit."
As Ian rang off Valerie looked at the clock on the wall for the hundredth time that day, only another half hour, 'I hope the man is prompt,' Valerie thought as she opened her laptop to check her email. ............
The phone woke Michael, startling him; he reflexively jumped up, taking a moment to register where he was.
Picking up the phone he thanked the front desk for the call. Stripping off his sweater he went into the bathroom; looking in the mirror he seemed no worse for wear from the interesting flight and the jet lag that he should be free of by tomorrow.
Washing his face then brushing his teeth he thought about the meeting this afternoon.
Valerie had seemed very pleasant on the phone; eager to fill the vacant positions she had probably come off as overly nice.
'Probably seventy five years old,' Michael thought as he stepped to the closet and pulled out a fresh shirt.
Dressed, he grabbed his leather jacket and sunglasses and set off for his meeting.
The light knock on the door startled Valerie as she had been reading over Millie's email about the final details for the festival.
"Come," she said absently, trying to finish the email.
Michael had walked from the hotel to the campus. He was almost late as the wonderful mixture of architectural styles and construction methods had him pausing at almost every building he passed on his way to Valerie's office.
The place suited him, 'I could be happy here,' he thought to himself as he knocked on the door, hearing a delightful "Come" he turned the knob and entered Valerie's office.
To say Valerie was stunned was an understatement. She looked up as she finished Millie's email and the visage she was faced with left her emotions in turmoil.
He had an easy stance, one that was both engaging and controlled. Dark close-cropped hair, a chiseled face with strong cheekbones and jaw line, luminous brown eyes that seemed to reach out and caress you when they were aimed your way.
Standing at about 6'2 Michael Dane was just about as close to perfect as Valerie had ever encountered. She had seen pictures of Michael before but none of them captured the...aura that surrounded him in person.
After stepping into the office Michael quietly closed the door and moved towards the desk, stopping he regarded the young woman sitting behind the desk.
The fair skin is what he was drawn to first, like porcelain she seemed to radiate a soft white light from her skin. Her auburn hair and blue eyes accentuated her amazing skin tone and as their eyes met it was as if a high-tension wire had dropped on the floor of the room, freezing them mid-action.
Both sat staring at the other for one long moment, it seemed to last an eternity for the two, but then Michael snapped out of his reverie, a deep and abiding pain lanced through his heart.
Backing towards the door Michael words were choked as he said, "Please, please excuse me I'm...I'm not feeling well," and then he was gone.
Valerie sat behind her desk, her heart beating like that of a rabbit who just escaped the fox.
'What was that,' she wondered as she stared at the closed door wondering how she could feel such loss because of an empty room and a door to soon closed.
Michael slumped against the wall outside the administration building; tears flowed freely from his eyes.
The pain and emptiness of Sasha's loss was again writhing through his soul.
Valerie had affected him just like Sasha had the first time he saw her, it was impossible that there could be two women with whom he could share this all-encompassing connection.
Sasha was the one, the only one to hold sway on his soul.
He stumbled away from the building, wracking sobs wrenching his body, he fell to the grass under a tree in the quad, he was slipping away again, just like the night back home, he didn't have the strength, he couldn't betray Sasha, the darkness overtook him.
The last thing he heard before unconsciousness took him was the other, her wails rising in symphony with his own, she shared his pain, knew his struggle and would try to lend her strength to his to help him through it and share her wisdom so he could finally put Sasha to rest and move on with the dance of life.
Valerie stood at her window, looking down on the quad.
She had seen the look in his amazing eyes, one instant content and passionate, the next filled with sorrow and pain.
She hugged herself, still feeling the loss of his departure, then she saw him, staggering away from the building, falling to the grass, she could hear his sobs, feel his pain as he crumpled to the grass.
She flew from the room, knowing only that she had to be at his side, had to help him get beyond whatever tragedy had poisoned his soul.
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Title: Bloody Knuckle: Ronson's Story part 4 "Stompin the Pasture" by KnucklePuppy
Tags: Bad Language, Balls, Bull, Canine, Cum, Knuckle, M/M, Oral, Pre, Rhino, Ronson, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf
Bloody Knuckle
\-Ronson's Story part 4-
[-Stompin' the Pasture-]
3:18 am
"Hey, Brick-patty.." a voice called out to me. But it was funny, see, because only one person ever called me that.
I didn't answer because I was surrounded by blackness. I couldn't see anything. But I knew what I was lookin at.
"Chief?!" I blurted, and suddenly I could see him. The same way I remembered him; in a suit that didn't quite fit him.
"What the hell is this? Am I dead too??" I shouted with a little panic, but he waved a hand and I settled down.
"Nah, you're not dead. You two hit it off great, when we picked you up. He needs a friend that he can relate to." he said, with a grin. Sounded like he was givin his goodbyes..
"You know he loves you right? I know he does!" I protested. And I knew Chief it knew too.
"Yeah, I know. And he's not shy to show it. But.. I'm not the kind of..guy that can do for him all he needs. YOU, big guy, are everything he's looking for. I guess, what I'm trying to say is..." He fell silent. But I think I got it. Knuckle didn't need to keep holding on to him like he did.
"He's a great dog, he really is. Loyal, swift, and caring. But he has needs I can't..handle." he said, with raised eyebrows. (OH..)
"And even if I did, on some remote trip way back when, I couldn't keep something like that up. He's pretty high-maintenance to be so simple." Chief said, and I nodded.
"But hey.." he started.
"You've got a shot, and a good one. Help him unload, ya know? Unwind. Relax. Help him see that the world isn't so cold without me." I nodded, a little more slowly.
"So you're givin him to me?" I asked Chief.
"Hell no! But you two WOULD make a good couple. You sure did put it on him right.." he said, and I couldn't help but smile. The dane approached me, and slapped my cheek lightly.
"Go get 'em!"
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I woke up to Knuckle opening the door on his side, and step out onto the roadside to take a piss. It was still dark out. But as I sat there, I remembered what his master told me. I had his blessing to help Knucky move on.
\-He finished his leak and got back in, but I suddenly felt powerless. I-
"What's up man?" he asked me. I was at a loss for words, but I quickly hit a few buttons on my dash and the back seats folded down. Now the cab and bed of the truck were joined, giving us space to lay out.
"Need some help gettin back to sleep?" I asked with a grin. He smiled.
"I just took a leak.." he said, and I shrugged.
"So?" I said. So? He almost burst into laughter, but I knew he wasn't gonna turn me down.
"Never met anybody so KEEN on suckin my dick.." he said, and I repositioned myself over him. We both stuck a thumb under his waistband and tugged his shorts down. The immediate release of musk was what I expected; a warm night'll do that to ya. His musky nutsac stood out even in the darkness, and he shuddered when I took a lick.
"Ooh damn.." he giggled, and I took more slow licks up his trimmed sheath. I could feel his dick fatten with his heartbeat, and it double-timed it when I took him into my mouth. He groaned.
"Whoooooa doggy..." he panted, and I bobbed my head to really get him goin. He didn't disappoint, and soon I had a familiar mouthful that reeked of musky flavor. I worked enough drool out of my mouth and sucked him clean, and spat that stuff out a window.
"There bud. All clean." I said to him, and he just layed there all cool like he usually does, waving his big dick around while he waited for more good treatment.
"Never met somebody that liked his dick sucked so much.." I said before I got back to work, takin easy slurps while his hand rode my head. In no time at all his pre shot to the back of my tongue, then more.
"Uhh.. Yeah bro, I like that.." he said between breaths, his bone flexing hard in my mouth. He wasn't lyin..
I broke free for a second.
"If ya wanna really make sure you get to sleep..." I said as I turned around over him and pulled my jeans down, my ropey tail flicking around his face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his teeth as he smiled, and his ears shot straight up. Like he was glad I offered.
"Hell man... Ah'd mount ya any day ya wanted.." he said as he sat up and buryed his tongue between my cheeks. His tongue hit my sensitive bullseye and I froze, the feeling sapping my strength. I loved it when he did that. But I wasn't gonna let him get one over on me! His dick stood alone in the open air, so I slid his dick back into my mouth from the tip down. Knucky's hips bucked and I grabbed his furry ass cheeks, holding him up there and he fell limp as I went to town on stud puppy.
"Fuck Ronnie... Feels like you missed me!" he said gleefully. He reached up and pulled my jeans down further and reached in to get at my balls, which I appreciated. But I downright LOVED his tongue on 'em! He just licked and licked, growlin at me like a pup would while we had a little fun, suddenly not so interested in just blowin a wad. Minutes flew by, slowing makin an hour as we put our tongues to one another. But I wanted to win this game.
I got to his sensitive spots. Just a matter of time until..
"Ron..Ronnie, oh yes.." he said, squirmin around in my arms until his whimpering picked up. Music to my ears.
"Ronnie! Fuckin..oh my god yeah.. Yeah..oh yes, just like that bro, just like that.." he howled out into the night and I was pleased. Not entirely, but I was well on my way.
"Ronnie, I'm close man, I'm close!" he exploded as his dick throbbed harder and harder. He whimpered like I was killin him (Hell, I was!).
"Ronnie, here it comes dude!" he said, and he stiffened up and relaxed simultaneously. His dick was throbbing at a quick pace, and after I got his knot in my mouth he had it. It swelled to its limit and poured pre, and I tugged it hard. Knuckle couldn't stand it, and I felt his first thick blast spurt to the back of my throat, then many more. I LOVED makin this stud shoot a salvo. Knuckle's a goddam cannon!
"Sssssssssssssssshit!" he hissed as he tried to buck his hips, but I took that from him, holding him like I did. He kept shooting, giving up that awesome load and I swallowed it all. Knuckle was in a pile under me, his hand trembling on my ass like he just spent the day workin out.
Shortly after, his dick trickled to its limit and after I was sure I got it all I let him down gently; setting him back on the rough mat under. When I turned to look at him, he gave me the thumbs-up sign, grinnin like a champ.
I layed my big ass on his chest and rubbed it, and he burst out laughin.
"Well... Knuckle's got a helpful trooper, don't he?" he asked me, and I nodded.
"Always." I said. I looked out the window. It was still dark.
"When it lightens up a little, we can head to the Alpenwolfe. Okay?" I asked him.
He nodded, rubbed my back, and we passed out peacefully.
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A massive jolt rocked my trank, and me and Knuckle slammed into the backs of the front seats. Hard. After I took a few seconds to get my bearings, I looked out the busted back window.
A car hit us, probably doin fifty around the curve.
I was on my way out to check the damage, when I heard voices.
"I think this is it. Red, nutsac under the bumper." a voice said. I froze, and I heard another.
"It ain't there! Oh- Here it is!" (WHATTHEFU-) I found myself in the driver seat, kicking the door open so hard the joint warped. My hooves hit the pavement, and I glared at the highbeams. I saw them, two of 'em. One bulky and big, the other one shorter. Like comparin me and Knuckle.
"Came to meet us in person, hoo BOY!" the short one shouted, and the big one stood there silent. I couldn't make out what he was, but he didn't have a cattle bar. That's horns. And THAT'S fer DAMN sure.
The shorter one got closer, and I saw he was a dog of some sort. He drew a knife, and the steel glinted as he flipped it around. (You CAN'T be serious..) He swiped at my neck with it, and I took a quick step back to dodge it. I brought my elbows to my sides, swung my right leg by spinning on my rooted hoof in a heavy kick, but the little bastard ducked it. He rushed around to my left side as my foot landed, and his blade met my side easy. It left a decent gash, but I'd bet he wanted to scare me more than hurt me. Rookie. He hadn't moved very far, so I wound my horn around his arm so the crook of it and the curve of my horn made a square, and I swung him into a wide toss with a strong jerk of my neck. He didn't get up very quickly, so I turned to look at the big one while the knuckles in my left hand popped when I clenched it.
"Ronnie Bronson.. " the big one said as he took slow steps at me. He got close, and I finally saw him for what he was. He was a sturdy-lookin rhino in a wife-beater, and jean shorts.
"You're good to get this far without gettin canned and quartered. And filleted." he said, like it was really that hard to clean yer act up.
"You wreck my ride, try to have me carved.. What's your deal huh?" I asked, keepin my ears on the guy trying to find his feet behind me. The rhino stuck out his chest before he spoke, lookin smug as all hell. Not a bad lookin guy, too..
"My buddy and I are enforcers for the Pazzieras. We were really just gonna make sure you weren't trying to skip out on your tab, but we found you out here. I wonder why..." He stopped talkin and looked around.
"I guess I'm gonna deal with you one on one." he said. (Whatever then, good for you..) He took a quick step to my right and tried to get in with a quick jab of his big left fist, but I stepped in past it to get in front of him. I quickly leaned back, my right hoof came up and stomped hard to ram his face. He was smart though, bringin his HORN up to block me dead on. He blocked me right between my horns, where the my skull was hardest and swung his head in rhino fashion at me. I shifted away and he followed, bringin another fist at me. I stopped in place and blocked it, shifting into a grab that traveled up his arm with my left hand on his wrist and my right on his bicep as I tried to wrench him into a throw. I shifted my right hoof behind his foot as I turned, but muscle met muscle as we stood there for a second. I knew what he was tryin to do though, and he didn't disappoint me. Suddenly his arm went limp as he stopped resistin, and I let go to get away from him. At that point he frowned, and my ears picked up sounds of a struggle as the mutt finally got to his feet. He growled and rushed me, and I smiled to myself as the rhino and I managed to get a little closer to their ride with our short bout. I ducked as I heard him jump, and he sailed over me like a goddam shitpaper kite...to slam into the grill of their car. His legs curled over his back so hard he made a circle before he fell to the ground, and I let my inner smile dominate my bull face. FUCKin amateurs..
The rhino's eyes shifted to the dog splayed out on the ground, then to me.
"You're fuckin lucky this guy's a moron." he said, as he walked over to scoop him up. I had backed away by this point, not out of caution but because the fight was over. The rhino stuffed the dog into the passenger seat, and walked over to the driver side.
"Another day, eh Ronnie?" he said, and he got in the car. The car cranked, I flipped the bird at them, and they were gone.
I walked to the back of my trank and looked the damage over. Believe it or not, it wasn't too bad. The back window was busted out, but that was about it. But there was a little bit of my pride hurt. I saw Roundup's sac nearby, and I almost wept but I picked it up by the thin scrote and headed back to the open door. (Where the hell has Knuckle been? No way he'd miss out on the action!) I looked in the cab.
"Knuckle? You around" I asked. The truth is, I had no idea where he was.
"Ron..Ronnie.." I heard him pant. Uh-oh..
"Where are you man?" I asked as I searched for the source of his voice.
"I..I can't move.. My back.. I can't feel my legs man.." he said, and I went crazy.
"What the fuck?! Your back??" I blurted, and I scrambled in to find him. He was where I left him, more or less, when I got out after those guys rammed u-
"Shit man! You got tossed around pretty hard then!" I said, and I felt powerless again... But I remembered what Chief said. I gotta act like Knucky's mine, like I really wanna be with him.
"Yeah.. Yeah I did.." he said with a grunt. He tried to prop himself up on his arms but his back wasn't hearin it. He yelped and collapsed, and did it again as he fell in a bad position.
(Aw fuck..)
"We can't wait till mornin Knucky.. We gotta go now!" I said, and he groaned there.
"I'm pretty messed up, be easy on the road.." he panted.
"Yeah man, you got it.." I said, ultimately feelin defeated.
I climbed into my seat and cranked up. Hopefully Horus could help us. Maybe..
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Title: Meeting Marie Ch. 01
Tags: lesbian, sub, lesbian sex
*Again don't panic. I am exploring themes in my writing. Saturn Rising will continue. Promise!*
It was just after five on what had been a really hectic week at work and, as I was making my way home, I decided to pop into 'Fredericks', a new bar near the office, and have a relaxing drink. The weather was turning cold, it now being late October, so my plan was to have maybe a couple of glasses of wine and then catch a cab home. If any of my friends were there maybe we would go and get dinner in town somewhere. I was in my work clothes, but I'm pretty relaxed about dress code in the office so this means I was wearing a knee length, loose pale blue skirt and a black long sleeved top, although I had my heels on. I'm five feet eight so this made me quite tall, a feeling I like.
I walked in through the doors and it was already getting pretty busy, but not so much that there wasn't room at the bar. I walked over and one of the bar staff, a young guy dressed all in black, asked me what I would like to drink.
"A nice cold, Italian dry white wine," I said.
"How about a Chardonnay?"
I smiled, "Sounds perfect."
"Large or small?"
I smiled, "Better make it a large."
He smiled in return and got a glass out from under the counter, and took a bottle out of one of the fridges behind him, filling the glass up to the line. I opened my purse and fished out a ten pound note, and he duly provided change.
I looked around. I didn't see anyone I knew, maybe they'd turn up later. There was a couple just down the bar from me, and they seemed to be having some sort of disagreement. She was a twenty something, gorgeous looking woman with an amazing cascade of blonde hair, wearing a short denim skirt, low cut white tee and knee length black boots, all rounded off with a black leather jacket. He looked to be about thirty in a dark suit. He had close cropped hair and a hint of five O'Clock shadow.
I couldn't help but overhear them as I sipped my wine.
"Come on, all I'm asking is if you want a drink?" The guy said.
"And I told you I'm not interested," she said. I detected an accent but wasn't completely sure what it was. Maybe Scandinavian.
"You're not interested in a drink?"
"I'm not interested in you," she said, quite forcefully. I liked this woman immediately. She was clearly strong minded and independent.
"I wanted to buy a beautiful girl a drink, and this beautiful girl in front of me in particular. Come on, how can it hurt?"
If there's one thing I really despise it's guys who can't take a very clear 'no' for an answer, so I decided to try and help out.
I walked along the bar, and the click of my heels attracted their attention. The woman looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and relief as I said, "Hi. Is everything okay here?"
The guy held his hands up, palms out and backing away, "Yes. Fine. Sorry. There's been a misunderstanding," and he went over to join a group of guys who he no doubt had had some stupid bet with about being able to pick up the blonde beauty at the bar.
The woman turned to me, smiled and said, "Thank you. That guy was such a jerk."
I laughed, "I sort of got that impression. I have to ask, you have such a delightful accent, where are you from?"
Her face broke into the most glorious smile before she said, "Oh thank you! I'm from Sweden. I'm here for a few weeks trying to improve my English."
I found her enchanting. She was bubbly and beautiful and I was captivated by her voice. I've always had a thing for the Scandinavian accent, the way the voice lilts in such a melodious sing song way.
I realised I'd been staring for maybe an awkward second too long. Holding out my hand, I said, "Sorry, I shouldn't be so rude. I'm Anna."
"I'm Marie," she said, "nice to meet you Anna," and she took my hand in hers, her soft skin brushing mine as we gently shook.
"Lovely to meet you too, Marie. I notice you don't have a drink. Now don't take this the wrong way, but can I get you something?" I laughed.
She giggled back, her red ox bow lips turning up into a delightful smile, "That's very kind, Anna. Can I perhaps have a beer of some sort? Not a flat English beer, something fizzy?"
"Of course. Hold on," I managed to attract the attention of the barman who had served me previously and Marie ended up with a bottle of some imported beer I'd never heard of, but then I rarely drink beer of any sort, flat or fizzy.
I held up my glass and said, "Cheers, and welcome to Britain."
She smiled and clinked my glass with her bottle, "Thank you and cheers to you."
"So where are you staying?" I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
"Oh, there's some student accommodation, it's pretty basic to be honest, but it was all I could afford."
I remembered my own halls of residence from my first term at university twenty two year ago, and I smiled in sympathy, "One room, terrible plumbing?"
Marie laughed, "Oh, you've stayed there?"
"A long time ago. I was a student here, so I know what it can be like."
"What did you study?"
"History," I replied..
"Oo, so you're like really smart!" she said with a little laughter in her voice.
Her personality was infectious, and we were both giggling as the guy who had been hassling her earlier walked past with his friends, clearly leaving. He looked at us both and snarled under his breath, "I should have known it. Fucking dykes."
I stared wide eyed, and Marie turned to me and said, "What did he say?"
I turned away from him and just said, "Ignore him. He's an idiot."
"Did he call us 'dykes'?"
"Yes. Sorry. Not all British guys are such idiots."
She laughed, "Oh being an idiot isn't exclusive to British men."
"So, are you meeting up with friends?" I asked.
"No, this is my first full day here so I thought I'd come out and see how things are."
I thought for a moment, "Hey, look, say no if you'd like, but maybe having a female chaperone would help you avoid idiots like that, and maybe I could help show you around a bit. I have nothing planned for this evening, so maybe we could go for dinner?"
Marie smiled, "That sounds wonderful, but what is a, what was it, shapper...?"
I blushed, "I'm sorry, your English is so good I forgot to try not to use complicated words. It's 'chaperone', and basically means a companion to make sure you don't have any trouble."
"Oh, no. Please don't say sorry. I'm here to improve my English, so now I have a new word. Thank you. About dinner, I'm on a budget, so..."
I stopped her by placing my hand gently on her wrist, "Oh, don't be silly. It will be my treat. I live alone, so it'll be nice to have some company."
"In that case I would love to, if you're sure?"
I was more than sure. Spending more time with this delightful woman was something I was looking forward to.
"Of course I'm sure. Let's finish our drinks and find somewhere that's not too busy. What sort of food do you fancy? There's a really good Italian not too far from here."
"That sounds great. I love Italian food."
We finished up and left the bar, walking towards the town centre until we came to my favourite Italian. We walked in through the giant glass door into the white marble tiled restaurant, the sounds of happy diners and clattering cutlery echoing and adding to the atmosphere.
The maître d' greeted me, "Anna, how great to see you again." He looked at Marie with an appreciative glance, and said, "Table for two?"
I smiled and said, "Mark, so glad you're working tonight. This is my friend Marie, and yes a table for two, please."
"Nice to meet you Marie," he said, smiling at her and clearly admiring.
Marie blushed cutely, and said, "And you."
Mark grabbed some menus and led us to a secluded corner, with a private table.
We sat down, and Marie said, "Wow, this place is amazing, and they seem to know you quite well."
"Oh, they know me alright. I've been coming here since I was a student. That's a long time," I said, suddenly aware of the fifteen or so years that surely separated us.
Marie laughed and put her hand on mine briefly, sending a little jolt through me as her fingers touched the backs of mine, "It can't be that long ago, Anna."
I laughed, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Marie. Just so you know, I'm forty."
"Well, I'm twenty six, and to me age is just a number."
I liked this woman more and more.
A waitress came over and asked if we wanted any drinks, and Marie asked for an Italian beer, a Peroni, and I asked for a glass of Pinot Grigio. While she was away, we looked at our menus, and when she came back we ordered. Marie went for a Hawaiian pizza, and I opted for their wonderful mushroom risotto.
When the waitress was gone, I held up my glass, "To delightful Swedish women who walk into my life."
Marie giggled and returned with, "And here's to gorgeous English redheads who walk into mine to... oh what's the word...?"
"Chaperone?"
"Chaperone me. To gorgeous English redheads who chaperone me."
I was pretty sure I blushed, but I was happy that she had complimented my hair, which I keep just past shoulder length, and I'm actually more a strawberry blonde than red, but I wasn't going to argue.
We clinked our drinks and took a sip. Marie said, "So you actually live in the city?"
"Yes. About ten minutes cab ride from the centre."
"And you said you live alone? No husband or boyfriend?"
"Um. I had a partner but we're no longer together."
Marie blushed, "Oh god. I am so sorry. Really. I should just keep my mouth shut."
I laughed, "Don't worry. I left. My terms. Anyway, what about you?"
She sort of stalled, but then said, "I sort of have a relationship back home. It's complicated."
I realised she didn't want to talk about it, which was fine with me. I decided to move the conversation onto safer ground.
"So your digs are pretty bad?"
"Sorry, 'digs'?"
"Oh god, there I go again. It's an English word meaning flat, apartment. That sort of thing."
Marie laughed, "I told you, stop apologising. I'm here to learn. I have two new words just in one evening from spending time with you, but to answer your question, yes it's pretty crap."
"I can imagine. In this city rents are high, and quality is terrible. I wish I'd known you before you came. I have a spare room I would willingly let you have for free."
Marie looked astounded, "Are you serious? For free?"
I considered it for a moment, "Yes. For free. It would be nice to have some company."
"But, but, I'd get under your feet. You're used to living alone. I'd cramp your style."
I laughed and placed my hand back over hers and I was glad that she didn't draw it away, "Stop. I work most days, and you'd be at college, and I like you. Anyway, you have somewhere. I was just saying that it's a pity I..."
"I could leave where I am. I don't have a commitment, it was just part of the package and I could get my money back and have a little better time. But I'd have to pay you something."
"You're serious?"
"About paying you, yes of..."
"No, you can stay for free, like I said. I meant, you're serious about taking my spare room?"
"I'd love it. I don't know anyone here, and this way a get a built in friend and I don't have to worry so much about the money."
I was enchanted, she was so bubbly, her enthusiasm was infectious.
"Deal. When do you want to move in? Tomorrow?"
A small frown came over her face.
"What's wrong, is that too difficult?"
Her frown lifted a little, "I was a bit sad because I have to wait until tomorrow which means I spend a night in my crappy room... And not with my new friend Anna."
I realised my hand was still over hers, so I squeezed it gently, smiled until I had her attention, and said, "Of course you can move in tonight. I just thought you'd need time to pack up or arrange it with the college..."
"You mean it?" She said, with a big grin on her face.
"I mean it," I said returning her smile.
She shouted out, "Yay!" Then suddenly was out of her chair and giving me a huge hug, and kissing my cheek just as the waitress came with our food. Marie sat back down and I couldn't help noticing that the waitress had a curious look on her face.
We were silent as dinner was served, my mind wandering back to that brush of Marie's lips on my cheek, which had made me feel things I probably shouldn't be feeling.
When the waitress had gone, Marie said, "Thank you Anna. Thank you. You have turned what I was expecting to be a boring and depressing trip into something I'm now looking forward to."
I smiled, "You're welcome Marie."
We started eating and the food was as delicious as it always was. As we were eating, I said, "So, when we're finished here we'll get a taxi over to your digs," and here she smiled, "pick up your stuff and then head to mine. How does that sound?"
Marie giggled. "It sounds wonderful. I don't have a huge amount of stuff anyway so that should only take a few minutes."
I was falling more and more for her infectious bounciness. She made me feel happy just being around her. We finished our dinner and headed out to the nearest taxi rank and got in a cab. I told the cab driver what we needed to do, Marie gave her the address, and she got us there quickly enough. When we pulled up outside the flats I asked her if she needed any help.
"Pfth! I'll be back before you know it. And no sneaky driving off and making me sad."
I laughed and said, "If you're more than five minutes..."
She ran off into the halls and the taxi driver said, "She seems fun."
"She's a language student I'm rescuing from the terrible accommodation."
She half turned, "Good for you. Those places are awful, aren't they?"
Suddenly the cab door was open, and Marie was sliding in beside me with a suitcase and a shoulder bag and breathlessly said, "Three minutes. I timed it."
The driver and I both laughed. We moved off and ten minutes later we were outside my house.
I paid for the taxi and got my keys out, leading Marie into the hallway and through to the kitchen. She looked at my breakfast island, my five burner range, my oven and long worktops, and said, "Oh wow. I've moved in with the queen or something. You didn't tell me you were the queen. Where are all the servants to take my bags up to my room? Do I have to sleep on five hundred mattresses and tell you if there's a pea under them or something?"
I laughed again, "No, Marie, I'm afraid I had to fire all the servants. They were lazy. Now, let me show me to your room."
She picked up her bag and I led her up the stairs, and turning right I opened the door to my spare room, which I always keep made up in case friends, come to stay.
She took one look at the room, and said, "Oh, Anna. This is just amazing. I have to pay you. I mean, a double bed?"
"If you offer to pay again, I am going to get angry," I said with a smile, "now, it's just after nine, do you want to go to bed, or maybe come downstairs and we can sit in the kitchen and talk."
"Oh. Talk. Definitely talk. I'm too excited to sleep. Where's the bathroom? I need to freshen up."
I was thrilled I had made someone so happy. It's that Random Acts of Kindness thing that always makes me feel good, like when I pay the bus fare for someone who's obviously having problems getting the money together.
I took Marie down the corridor to the bathroom, and opened the door for her. She looked at my walk-in shower and two person jet water tub and said, "Oh. This is just too much. Hold on, I'll be down in a minute." With that she closed the door, and I walked back down to the kitchen. I had some cold beers in the fridge for when friends pop over, so I got one out and poured myself a glass of white wine from my half empty bottle.
Marie came down some minutes later, having shed her leather jacket, a huge grin on her face and sat down on one of my kitchen stools next to me.
With a huge grin she said, "So your majesty, when do I get to meet the rest of the royal family?"
"Oh stop it. It's not a palace, Marie."
"I know Anna. Just me being silly. Thank you so much. This is like the best thing that ever happened to me."
"You're welcome Marie. I'm glad to have made you so happy."
"More than happy. I'm in heaven. I am so lucky to have met you."
"And I am so glad I met you. You make me laugh. I love your sense of silliness."
We clinked our drinks, and Marie offered another toast, "To Queen Anna, the beautiful heroine who saved poor Princess Marie from the stupid dragon that was trying to buy her a drink."
I laughed, "Okay princess, knock it off with calling me a queen."
"But you are. Well, more like a Fairy Godmother."
I did a pretend frown, "Queen? Godmother? No. All too old sounding. Maybe more like Prince Charming who saves Sleeping Beauty? Princess Lovely?"
"Wait. What? A princess saving a princess? Is that allowed?"
I wasn't sure how to respond to that, given my own position on the sexual spectrum. I didn't want to frighten Marie, but I said, "Well, in this enlightened age everything is allowed, surely?"
"Yes, but Prince Charming woke Sleeping Beauty with a kiss. No, you have to be a queen. If you're not a queen I'll pout. You don't want me pouting do you? So what does Queen Lovely do to Sleeping Marie?"
I swallowed, "Um. Well, you sort of kissed me in the restaurant. Does that count?"
"Nuh uh. That was me kissing you. And I wasn't asleep. Definitely doesn't count."
I pretended to be exasperated, "So, Princess Marie, what is it that the Queen has to do if you sleep in in the morning?"
"Duh! You come in and kiss me. Would definitely wake me up."
"And Princess Marie would like that?"
There was a silence, and Marie looked straight at me, her voice level dropping from the excited tones of before and said, "Oh yes. I'm pretty sure she would."
I wasn't sure what to say, but I placed my hand on hers. She turned her hand up and we held each other, staring, fingers starting to curl.
The world stopped, and I wasn't sure whether I should do something. It all seemed to be happening so quickly. Tentatively I leaned towards her, and saw that she was moving towards me. Our lips brushed. We broke away and I lifted my hands up to frame her face, brushing a lock of her hair back behind her ear.
Marie got a cheeky look in her eyes, "Your chat up lines in bars obviously work a lot better than that creep earlier."
It broke the tension which I was feeling. Was this right? This woman was going to be living with me for the next few weeks. What if we argued? Right at that moment I didn't care. She was fun, intelligent and beautiful. I did need to find something out though.
"Are you okay? I mean with this? I mean it isn't my first time with a woman, but you're..."
She placed a finger over my lips, "Sh. Mine either."
We kissed again, and I responded. In fact my whole body responded, particularly in the parts that count. I could feel my nipples against my top, and a distinct wetness between my legs.
I suddenly had a crisis of conscience. I hardly knew this woman, while it felt good, and right, I realised I needed to slow things down, for her sake as much as mine.
I pulled back and she cocked her head to one side, staring at me quizzically, "What's wrong?
"We're moving too fast, Marie. You know I am attracted to you.."
"And I'm attracted to you..." she interrupted.
"But I've only known you a handful of hours. I think we need to take things a little more slowly."
I hated the deflated look on Marie's face, "But, does that mean you won't even kiss me?"
A genuine smile spread across my face, "Of course not. I want to kiss you."
She grinned and said, "And are we okay snuggling?"
I laughed, "That's more than okay. In fact I would love to snuggle."
Smiling she stood up and came and sat on my lap, not the most comfortable way to be on a kitchen stool, and draped her arms around my neck, kissed me softly and then nuzzled her glorious head of hair into my neck.
I heard her slightly muffled voice say, "Mm. I could stay like this forever."
"It would be nice, but maybe somewhere more comfortable?"
She looked up, a wicked grin on her face, "Your bed?"
I laughed again, "Don't push it. At least not yet," I said, grinning.
Marie nuzzled once again into my neck, and I said, "Come on, let's go through to the lounge. I've got a big sofa we can snuggle on."
She jumped off my lap and I stood and took off my shoes, Marie following suit by unzipping her boots. As she bent down I admired her figure from behind, loving the curve of her bottom and the sight of her exposed legs.
She straightened up and looked at me, "Were you checking me out? You were checking me out, weren't you? Please say you were?"
I giggled and said, "I was so checking you out."
I took her hand in mine and led her to the lounge. I have a large, blue, comfortable sofa, and matching arm chairs. We walked across the dark, hardwood floor, over the beige deep pile throw rug, and sat down, pulling Marie with me. She curled up next to me, her legs underneath her, and draped her arms around me again. I embraced her, closely, holding her to me, smelling her scent and her hair, and then we kissed again, this time so naturally and so tenderly and I loved feeling her warm body so close to me.
After a while we broke, and she said, "Anna?"
"Yes, Marie?"
"Thank you. Thank you for giving me somewhere so lovely to stay, and thank you for being so nice to me."
"Why wouldn't I be nice to you? Anyway, it is my pleasure. I think I'm going to enjoy having you around."
"I think I'm going to love being here."
We kissed and talked aimlessly and I realised it was getting quite late.
"I think I need my beauty sleep," I said, "Time for Queen Lovely to go to bed."
"Aww, not fair. I want to stay here with you."
"I would like nothing more, but I have to go and do some shopping in the morning and I like to go out early. Do you want me to wake you, or let you lie in?"
She looked warily at me, "Uh, how early is 'early'?"
"On a Saturday I usually get up around eight and I want to leave for the shops about nine."
"Can I go shopping with you? Help you?"
"I'd love that. You want me to wake you?"
"With a kiss?"
I warmed inwardly, "Yes. If you'd like?"
"Like? Nuh uh. I insist."
"Then it's a deal. I'll have my shower and then wake you so you can take one. How does that sound?"
"It sounds perfect."
"Right. I'm off to bed. If you want to stay up, the TV remote is there," I said, pointing at the side table and indicating my flat screen TV on the wall.
"No, I think I'd like to go to bed too. It's been such an exciting day, and I don't really want to be down here on my own."
I smiled, "Okay. Come on. I'll make you a hot drink if you like? I always have tea."
"I don't suppose you have hot chocolate?"
"Of course I do," I said, smiling, "come on."
We went barefoot through to the kitchen and the cold marble tile on my feet felt soothing. I was at the counter preparing our nighttime drinks, when I felt Marie's arms slide around me from behind, and her chin rest against my shoulder and she kissed my neck, something that always makes me melt. I was just finishing with the tea and hot chocolate, so I left the drinks and turned around, and we kissed, a long slow kiss that seemed to go on forever. I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold out against making love with this woman, so I broke away and busied myself, handing Marie her chocolate and saying, "Now, time for bed."
We walked up the stairs, me in the lead. When we got to Marie's door, I turned and said, "Good night Marie. Sleep tight, and sweet dreams."
She blinked and kissed me gently.
"Good night Anna. I can't wait for tomorrow."
She went into her room and I smiled as she closed the door slowly on me, peering out at me all the while until the door was firmly in place.
I walked down the landing to my room and I heard her call out, "Good night Queen Lovely!"
I laughed and called, "Good night, Princess Marie. See you in the morning."
I got to my room, placing my tea on the bedside table and undressed. Standing naked and alone in my bedroom I looked at myself in the long mirror I usually use to check my clothing. I don't think of myself as any great beauty, but I do try and keep myself fit. I still have a waist, but I think my hips are a little wide. My thirty four C breasts are nothing compared to Marie's, she certainly seemed to more than adequately fill her tee shirt, but they're still not bad, even though I say so myself. I was still very turned on from our encounters earlier, and I couldn't help feeling, and even seeing, that my clit was more than a little excited. I sat on the edge of the bed and let the wonderful feelings of excitement run through me as I watched myself in the mirror, my legs parted. I saw how my lips were glistening, and I thought of Marie, wondering what she looked like. Was she hairy? Smooth? Bikini trimmed like me? The more I thought, the more I got lost and I touched my clit and started circling my finger on it, pressing slightly harder. I fought to keep my eyes open, not against tiredness, but against the pleasure I was feeling. I just wanted to see myself as I came, something that has turned me on since I first discovered masturbation.
I felt my orgasm start, and my fingers moved faster, knowing, as only oneself can, how my body worked, and what would take me over the edge. I felt it, as I rose up and over the peak, and suddenly I was trembling, my thighs crashing together, my whole body on fire in a way I hadn't felt for a long time.
I cried out with one last gasp as my orgasm subsided, and fell back on the bed, the wonderful feelings of peace that always follow on.
I was shocked out of my reverie by a tentative knock on the door and Marie whispering, "Anna? Are you ok?"
With a shock, I realised that, with our adjoining wall, she would have heard everything, all my moans and final cry out.
I gathered myself up enough to call, "I'm fine Marie. Nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, sweetie, I'm sure. I was just... doing some bedtime exercises."
There was a pause, and then she said, "Okay. Good night Anna."
I heard her footsteps go back down the hall and wondered how I hadn't heard them before, realising that actually it was because I was somewhat wrapped up in my own world.
I hurriedly got under my covers and sipped on my now cool tea. I switched the light off, and fell into a deep and surprisingly contented sleep.
I awoke on Saturday morning to my alarm. It was eight in the morning and my mind cast back to the night before. I remembered all that had happened, meeting Marie, her being here and then...
I couldn't believe that she had nearly caught me masturbating. Yes, I was fully aware we had shared kisses, and been intimate in a surface way, but I still felt a huge level of embarrassment.
I remembered my promise to wake her with a Princess kiss and worried she might have guessed what I was doing. How was I going to face her?
I got out of bed, put on my silk bathrobe and walked out of my room and down the landing to the bathroom. I walked in, and there, in my shower, stood Marie, side on, the water cascading over her body. I stood and took in her beauty, her beautiful breasts with little pinky brown nipples, her soaking hair, long and straight under the weight of the shower water. She had obviously heard the door when I opened it. She turned and then, comically, tried to cover herself up. One hand flying up to cover her breasts, the other trying to cover what I now saw, all too briefly, was her little landing strip of pubic hair.
I was frozen to the spot, not sure what to say.
Marie looked equally spooked.
A moment of silence passed and then we both tried to speak at once, Marie saying, "Oh, I'm sorry Anna I was just...", and me saying, "Marie! Sorry. I didn't realise you were up!"
"I'll let you finish." I continued, "maybe I'll go down and put some coffee on. Do you drink coffee?"
"Ugh. No, I don't. Horrible stuff. But don't go, Anna. I was just finishing, sorry I gave you a fright."
I laughed, "It should be me who is apologising. I should have heard the shower. I'm just not used to having house guests."
Suddenly her face lit up with a smile. She turned away from me and turned off the shower, then stepped out and grabbed one of the large towels off the warmer rail and wrapped it around her. I watched, mesmerised by her beauty.
She walked over to me, "I missed out on my Princess kiss, didn't I?"
I blushed, "Yes. I suppose you did. Well, there's always tomorrow."
She did a pretend pout, "Aww. But I still want it. Today."
I laughed, relaxing a little. She seemed to have a way to diffuse any awkward situation with me. "Well, that's a little difficult. You're awake."
"Okay. I know. I'll go back and pretend to be asleep, and then you can shower and come and wake me up."
I couldn't resist her enthusiasm if I tried, "Sounds good. I'll be through as soon as I can."
She passed me and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I quickly took off my dressing gown, draping it over the chair, and realised Marie must have walked naked into the bathroom, because I couldn't see any evidence of a night dress, dressing gown or anything of hers. She obviously has a lot of confidence, I thought to myself, but then she was young and from what I could tell had a beautiful body, so she deserved that confidence.
I got in the shower and washed myself as quickly as possible, finishing with my hair. I took the shower head down and used it to clean off the remaining soap, resisting the temptation to spray it onto my sex, something I sometimes quite enjoy in the mornings if I'm not in a hurry, but I didn't want to have Marie suddenly coming in and finding me in the throes of passion. I was embarrassed enough about nearly being caught the night before.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed another warm towel off the rail, dried myself and towel dried my hair. I'd sort it out properly later.
I put my bathrobe on, aware of how short it is, it comes to slightly higher than mid thigh, which doesn't usually matter, I'm on my own after all. I wondered if perhaps I should change, although that was silly. Marie had already seen me in it.
I left the bathroom and went to the spare room, the door was slightly open. I tentatively pushed on it, and I could see Marie lying under the covers, on her back, eyes closed.
I walked over the blue carpeted floor and sat down on her bed, then leant down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Good morning Princess," I said as I sat back up.
She didn't open her eyes, and I had to smile when I saw her pucker her lips. Clearly, one wasn't enough.
I leant down and this time made the kiss last a little longer, and Marie responded, her soft lips against mine felt wonderful. I broke the kiss and sat up again. This time Marie opened one eye, looked at me, and closed it again.
I sighed, "Oh, it takes more than two kisses to wake this Princess, does it?"
She puckered her lips, and gave a barely perceptible nod.
So I leaned down again and this time kissed her with a little more force, and that's when I felt her hand come out of the bed and around my neck, pulling me to her, her fingers stroking my hairline, sending delicious shivers through me.
I was incredibly aroused, more even than the night before, and her touch made me moan. I could feel the thrill running from my centre out over my whole skin.
Finally I pulled back, sitting upright once more. Resisting the urge to push things further. Marie lay there with a grin on her face, looking straight at me.
"What a lovely way to wake up, Queen Lovely. Thank you for rescuing me," and she fluttered her gorgeous eyes at me.
I chuckled, "I have travelled far to find you in your palace, Princess Marie."
"See. Told you you were a queen and you lived in a palace," she said, sitting up and letting the covers drop away, exposing her breasts, apparently oblivious to the effect she was having on me.
I coughed, more like spluttered, and said, "I suppose I had better go and get dressed. We need to go out shopping."
I was surprised to see Marie frown. With real concern in her voice, she said, "You don't like me, do you? Not really."
I was confused, "What do you mean? Of course I do. Why on earth would you think that?"
"You've seen me naked, or almost naked, twice now, and both times you've tried to do anything but be in the same room."
"Is that what you think? Really? Marie, trust me, it is anything but that. I think you are beautiful, not just on the outside, but the person you are. What I've seen of you makes me think that even more. I just want to make sure neither of us do something that will upset the balance of our new friendship and, possibly, our developing relationship."
"Really? You like me?"
"I do. I really do. You make me laugh, you are fun to be with, and yes, I can't deny you are physically very attractive," I paused, a realisation coming to me, "but what I don't understand is why you seem to like me. I'm a lot older than you, I..."
She stopped me by leaning forward and kissing me on the lips, a short but gentle kiss. She pulled away, looking into my eyes, her face serious, "Anna, forget what age you are, and what you look like," my face obviously registered my disappointment with that, "I don't mean you don't look gorgeous, because you do. I think you are wonderful because you seem to get me, which given we've only known each other for a few hours, is amazing."
I smiled, my mood brightened by her words, "Thank you Marie. That is really sweet of you."
"Pfth. I'm not being sweet. I'm telling you how I feel. You are clearly a wonderful person. You put me up, took me out of my hellhole..." she paused, "digs? Yes, digs. And I do find you attractive, very. But, you have to admit, you have one advantage over me..."
I was confused, "I do?"
She got that impish look on her face. "Yep. You've seen me naked. You could be hideous under that bathrobe."
I swallowed, suddenly nervous, but still excited, "You want to see me naked?"
She didn't say a word, just looked me in the eyes again and nodded.
Slightly shaky with nerves, I stood up. I undid the tie around my gown and pulled it down over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, standing exposed to her.
She looked at me and smiled, "Not hideous then," she said, her eyes taking me in.
My nerves were dispelling with her humour, her openness, her nonchalance. "Just slightly ugly then," I said.
She looked up, more serious, "No! Anna, no. I was just teasing. You are beautiful. You have a beautiful body. Sorry!"
I laughed, "I was joking too, silly."
She growled at me, actually saying, "Grrr!" and dived out of the bed and grabbed my waist, tickling me, something I usually hate but right there, right then I didn't hate it. I laughed, and tried to tickle her back, we fell on the bed, laughing and giggling insanely.
When we finally stopped, I was exhausted, we were both breathing hard from the laughter, but I realised I hadn't laughed so much, or been so relaxed in a long time. Then the realisation that here I was, naked on the bed with this beautiful woman came over me, and I remembered all my promises to myself, and to Marie.
Lying next to her, I put my hands on her face and kissed her, then broke away. I smacked her playfully on her bottom, smiled and said, "Come on young lady. We need to get dressed and go shopping."
She looked up at me, and said, "Was I being naughty?"
I was puzzled, and said, "No. Why?"
She looked mischievous when she said, "I must have been. You smacked my behind. I think I've been naughty."
I smiled, "Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes. Must have been," she said as she rolled over onto her front and provocatively pushed her bottom in the air, her face turned towards me.
I giggled. I don't usually indulge in the whole Domme/sub thing, and pain isn't really something I seek out, but this was just playing, so I just said, "Naughty Marie," and slapped her across both cheeks.
She squealed and said, "Again?"
I laughed and got off the bed, picking my dressing gown up and wrapping it around me. I couldn't believe how much self control I was showing. I was so turned on it was unbelievable, but I knew I had to show restraint.
"No. I'm going to get dressed and we're going shopping."
I took one last look at her, lying on the bed, admiring her beautiful back, bottom and legs, and closed the door behind me and went back to my room practically shaking with the desire coursing through me.
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Title: Dragonborn Rising Ch. 03
Tags: fantasy, fan fiction, dragonborn, skyrim, elder scrolls, celebrities
*If you've played 'Elder Scrolls: Skyrim', you may have noticed I've gone a different route. I didn't want to just follow events of the game, and the further this story develops, the more I'll divert. The title of this story is to suggest that, before becoming the Dragonborn, Ragnar had a past.
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Chapter 3 -- Friends and Rivals*
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It was bitterly cold the next morning. In addition to the wind, the snowfall was almost blinding, but at least that covered the icy ground underfoot. Despite the early hour and drop in temperature, Windhelm was already busy, walking past a market with merchants already busy selling their wares and produce, the blacksmith at his forge, the clang of his hammer on new steel. The city was alive.
Knocking on the door of the Cruel-Sea residence, it was opened by a young man I knew not to be Torsten. So I asked after his father. Asked who was calling, I merely stated, "A friend."
Torsten appeared seconds later, motioning me away from the front door as he followed me. "I didn't realise you would come so soon."
"The Guild is trying to get back on its feet. First impressions matter." He nodded his understanding. "So, how can the Guild assist?"
He asked me to wait, grabbing a coat from inside, and we walked back towards the inn I'd stayed in. Grabbing an early drink and heading upstairs, we sat at a table in the corner before he started to explain. "How long have you been with our friends?"
"Not long."
"There was a time when the Guild stretched across Skyrim, always influential. But something has gone wrong, and slowly but surely, the Guild has ebbed away to its current position. But word about Goldenglow was spread far and wide, no doubt by Maven Black-Briar as a statement, and I thought I should send word."
"Delvin suggested you needed our help."
"Aye, I do," he said sadly, "My daughter, Fjotli... She was..."
"I understand," I said softly.
"I got the bastard who did it, but that's not the whole story. Not at all. Not only did they kill her, they stole a silver locket from her body that meant everything to her, and means everything to her family. I want that back. Before I killed the bastard responsible, he gave me a name. Niranye. She runs a stall in the marketplace."
All this for a locket? There must be more. "Is that it?"
"No, the locket is only a minor part. Because the Guild has lost so much influence, new groups have sprung up, trying to gain a foothold. There is a new group working around Windhelm, trying to spread across Skyrim. They call themselves the Summerset Shadows."
"Summerset? They're elves?"
Torsten shrugged. "It's possible they originate from there, or they all themselves to invoke fear in Nords. But they do not operate with the honour of your Guild. They must be eliminated. Do that, and you will have a trusted friend in Windhelm again."
"Where are the Shadows based?"
"That I don't know. Maybe Niranye will be able to tell you."
"Anything else?"
"No, that's about it. But if you can get me that locket back, I would be forever grateful."
"I'll do what I can."
He finished his tankard, nodded his head and departed. We wouldn't speak until the contract was now complete. I took my time finishing my own tankard, considering it was rather early, and being sat in the corner and mostly ignored, I listened into conversations taking place around me, hoping to learn a few things. Apparently there was a series of murders taking place around Windhelm that nobody could solve. Pirate attacks had increased, apparently due to both the Stormcloaks and Empire being distracted by the civil war. And an alchemist who lived in the city was apparently at death's door.
All interesting to hear, but nothing I could currently assist with, and I headed out to the marketplace. Asking one of the guards who Niranye was, I was pointed in the direction of an Altmer, a real surprise to see a high elf in Windhelm, considering I'd learn of Ulfric's disdain for the elven people, particularly after the Great War.
Sometimes I could be subtle. Sometime I found being direct put people off more. Approaching her stall, I looked at her wares as she asked, "Help you with something?"
I returned my easiest smile as I replied, "Yes, I'm here about Fjotli."
She might be a thief, but her act was embarrassing. All it took was for me to take the dagger from where I kept it hidden, laying it down, keeping a hand on its hilt. "Look, I don't have time for bullshit, Niranye. So, I'm going to ask a couple of questions and you will answer them."
"What about the guards?"
"I can be rather believable when I want to be. And considering you're an elf in a Nord city, who do you think they'll believe?" I didn't like playing that card
She noticeably blanched at the threat, knowing what I said was true. I'd learned enough in my short time in Skyrim to know elves were rather disliked in the Empire due to the actions of the Thalmor, so I'd use that to my advantage if I could. She raised both hands defensively. "Okay, okay, let's not do anything hasty."
"Look, I don't like making threats, but I have been asked for help. A girl murdered, a father heartbroken, an heirloom stolen. Tell me what I need to know, and you probably won't see me again."
I removed the dagger, hiding it again, but the fear remained on her face. She turned to another merchant and asked them to cover for her, asking me to them follow her home. Once inside, she offered me a seat at the table and started to explain. The Summerset Shadows name I already knew, but she gave me the name of their leader, Linwe. But that wasn't all.
"He's the worst of the lot. He steals valuables from the dead."
"So he murders his marks?"
"No! Linwe prefers stealing from the deceased. Digs up the corpses, breaks into the Hall of the Dead. He even stole that locket right off that poor murdered girl's body... or what was left of it."
"Fjotli?" She nodded. "So how in oblivion did you get mixed up in all of this?"
She sighed, shaking her head. "I used to fence for the Thieves Guild in Skyrim a long time ago. When Linwe moved into the area, he contacted me and said if I didn't fence for them, he'd kill me."
"Tell me where they are, and I'll ensure he won't be a problem."
"And you won't kill me?"
"No. You know that's not how we operate. But we could use a fence in Windhelm in the future."
She nodded. "Linwe is holed up at a place called Uttering Hills Cave. He's got his entire Guild there, so be careful."
"What do you know about Fjotli?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Rumour has it that she was murdered, butchered by a madman. Torsten might think Linwe or myself are responsible for Fjotli's death, but I can assure you nothing could be further from the truth."
I nodded, stating I believed her, and she sighed with relief, perhaps thinking I'd do something if she admitted being involved. The last question I asked was in regards to direction, stating I head out the main gates, to right, then head into the mountains. I'd know I was close when I ran into guards.
Figuring there was little point in delaying, I grabbed my weapons from the room I'd kept at the inn, and headed out. It was still bitterly cold, but the snow had stopped falling, the clouds parting and the sun was now out. It was quite bright, sunlight reflecting off the snowy landscape, and I soon found myself walking along an incline. Taking a couple of wrong turns, I finally found the right path towards the cave I wanted, though any idea of sneaking up ended as I stood out quite brightly against the white background.
The first guard simply charged at me, a rather stupid tactic, I might add. I slammed my shield into him once he was within range, and cut up diagonally with my sword. He was dead before hitting the ground, needing to raise my shield as an arrow was fired at me. Now it was time for me to move quickly, but I moved with thought, eyes on the archer ahead. He fired two more arrows, managing to block both of them, before he dropped his bow and unsheathed a pair of daggers. He was fast, I'll admit that, but I'd spent three years with the Fighter's Guild, and have proven to be the best. Even Corvus had admitted that fact.
Though I'd killed the two guards, I don't believe I'd broken our code, as we were allowed to defend ourselves. And considering this was a rival Guild trying to cut in our action, we could justify violence. Slipping quietly inside the entrance, I let my eyes take a moment to adjust to the gloom before moving on. Two more guards were on patrol, and despite trying to be quiet, my footsteps attracted attention, and I had to take them both down. I didn't kill either of them, but made sure they wouldn't be a problem for me again.
The cave had the remnants of what must have been an underground fort, as I wandered down a winding set of steps. Another was on patrol, who I managed to sneak up on, covering his mouth to render him unconscious. Their leader was not going to get the same treatment, trying the first door on the left, finding it empty except for supplies, but door number two revealed two people, both of them asleep. I crawled up to the first one, covered his mouth enough that he soon woke up, though didn't struggle for too long before he passed out. I was tempted to kill him but figured the message was being received by those I was leaving alive.
Finally, there was Linwe, still fast asleep. Taking the dagger from its hidden sheathe, I sat on the bed and put the tip under his chin. He woke up immediately, reaching for his weapon that I'd already moved. "Linwe?" I asked. He nodded. "You have something that doesn't belong to you. Where is it?"
"Fuck off."
I shook my head. "Wrong answer. Do you have the locket?"
"Fuck you."
I sighed and rammed the dagger upwards. He choked for barely a couple of seconds before he died. Searching his body, I found no sign of the locket, but there was a chest at the end of his bed where I found gold, a few jewels, and a silver locket that I figured was what I wanted.
Waking up the one in the other bed, I held the dagger to his throat. "Linwe is now dead. The two guards outside are dead. Your friends within the cave are alive, though two won't do anything like this again. So you will have one and only warning. Leave Skyrim and return home. Do not come back. Got it?" He nodded. "Good."
I'd worked rather quickly, so that by the time I walked out of the cave, there was still plenty of light, and I made it back to Windhelm without a problem. Returning to the Cruel-Sea residence, only the wife appeared to be home, and she gave me directions to a farm on the other side of Windhelm. It was only a twenty-minute walk to the farm, amazed that anything could grow in such a barren, inhospitable region. Torsten was busy using a hoe on the frozen ground and appeared surprised. "You're kidding?" he asked.
I took the locket from my pocket and handed it over. "The man who stole it lies dead. It's not usually how we work, but it was justice for that and other things."
"You have my thanks..."
Holding out my hand, which he grasped, I said, "Ragnar. And it was a pleasure."
"Thank you, Ragnar. Rest assured, your order has an ally in Windhelm going forward. Hopefully your renewed presence will help us all get very rich."
"Just make sure you look after the little people too. They should not be forgotten."
He raised eyebrows before he whispered, "Teachings of the Grey Fox." Nodding to himself, he added, "Those are words that we should all remember." We shook hands again as I bid him farewell, returning to Windhelm, where I would relax until returning to Riften the next morning. I did drop by to visit Niranye, informing her of what happened. She was happy to hear that the Shadows would no longer bother her, and assured me that she would cooperate with the Thieves Guild once again.
I wandered around Windhelm for a couple of hours, noticing certain aspects of the city, and the clear divide between the Nords to one area, and everyone else to the other. Finding myself wandering the slum, as that was the only word to describe, I wandered into a tavern and found a dozen pair of eyes immediately on me. "What do you want?" the barman asked, not particularly friendly.
"Wait, Ambarys. He is a friend." I glanced in the darkness to see Suvaris at a table by herself.
Ambarys scoffed but said, "Very well, if you say so. But if he causes trouble..."
"Just wanted a drink," I said.
Suvaris kicked out a chair at her table, a suggestion I should join her, and Ambarys did bring me a tankard of ale, though I'm sure he still wanted to tell me to piss off.
Suvaris quietly apologised for the harsh welcome and she proved to be rather delightful company. She worked at a nearby farm for another Nord, who she said appeared to at least tolerate her people. "One of the few," she added bitterly, before she looked at me and smiled, "You're the first I've ever seen who stood up for us, particularly against one of their own."
"It was the right thing to do."
No doubt some of you are probably thinking I ended up fucking her. No, I didn't. She was very pleasant company, and had a wicked sense of humour, leaving me in chuckles quite often. But we parted at the end of the evening with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek and good wishes for the future. Not every woman I helped dropped their panties for me. Only some...
Returning to the inn, I headed straight for bed as I wanted to rise at dawn, asking the innkeeper to wake me immediately. Thankfully she did so, and there was a carriage waiting for me outside that took me all the way back to Riften within the day.
Walking into the Flagon, Dirge ignored me as always, his eyes, if not watching the entrance, only for Vex. I'd learned that rather quickly, and Vex admitted to using that to her advantage, getting him to do pretty much whatever she wanted. Brynjolf was also aware, and had warned her more than once not to take advantage, which she tried hard not to ignore.
Sitting down with Delvin, I told him what happened, and that we now had allies in Windhelm. "Well, happy bloody days. It's about time something went right for us around here! You should go let Bryn know. He'll be just as delighted."
So that's what I did, and I was surprised when he actually embraced me. "Lad, do you know how long it's been since we had a win like this? A new contact, a new fence... I knew I was right about you."
"Um, thanks."
He laughed at my reaction. "So what are your plans for tonight?" The question was asked with such insinuation; I know my jaw dropped. "Someone mentioned it, lad. And it's not a problem."
"Yes, I'll be off to see her shortly."
"Enjoy yourself tonight, lad. And hopefully I'll have another job for you soon."
It was dark by the time I'd arrived back in Riften, so wasn't sure if I was too late by the time I walked into the Bee and Barb. But Haelga was sat at my now usual table, and the broad grin suggested she had been hoping for me to arrive. I sat down with her but before I could order a drink, she asked if I wanted to leave straight away.
We were in her room barely a couple of minutes later, our mouths locked together as my hands blindly undid the back of her dress. Once out of that, I easily undid her bra and dropped her panties as she kicked her boots off too. Her hands moved to my belt, and once that was undone and my trousers were down, she pulled me by my cock towards the table, where she turned around and bent over.
"Seriously?" I wondered, unable to hold back my chuckle.
"I've missed you, Ragnar. Just fuck me first."
Sliding inside her tight, warm pussy, I couldn't help groan and she showed her appreciation too. Resting my cock inside her, I stopped and took off the rest of my clothes first, placing my hands on her hips and slowly thrust into her. She looked back and smiled, I think just enjoying the feeling of my cock inside her once again, and I didn't up the tempo of my thrusts too much, taking my time and enjoying her just as much as she enjoyed me.
Moving one of my hands to grab a handful of one of her breasts, I gave her nipple a tweak as I upped the tempo a little bit more, skin started to slap together, and she lowered herself, folding her arms and resting her head in a way so she could look back at me. "Enjoying it?" I asked.
"I love your cock already, Ragnar. Are you going to fill me up?"
"Give it a few minutes."
"I can't wait."
I was going to cum no matter what I did, and while I wanted to give her a pounding, I did want to draw it out for a little while. While she did repeat 'fuck me' a few times, the smile that remained on her face suggested she liked exactly what I was doing. Moving my hand from her breast to her shoulder, I started to fuck her a little bit faster, and she knew that my climax was close.
"Don't worry about me for now. Just you, Ragnar," she said, and I felt her squeeze my cock for emphasis. Moving my other to her shoulder, I was now properly fucking her, and she was loving it, crying out how big my cock felt inside her and how much she wanted to feel me cum inside her. Gods, I liked her a lot.
When I finally did cum, it was the sort that makes one weak at the knees, driving into her again and again until I was spent, leaving my cock buried inside her as I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table as I kissed her cheek. "Miss me?" I whispered.
"Like you wouldn't believe," she replied, turning her head to kiss me properly. Not happy with the angle, she pushed me back so she could sit on the table, making sure my slightly shrinking cock was inside her before we resumed our kiss, feeling her legs wrap around me at the same time. She finally stopped kissing and hugged me, resting her head against my chest. "Ragnar, I'm getting feelings already. I don't want feelings. I just want to enjoy this."
"Well, try not to think about it too hard." I lifted her chin to meet my eyes. "But there's nothing wrong with feelings either."
She smiled. "Maybe I'm just falling in love with your cock?" That made me laugh, so she added, "I'll go with that. Because, by the Eight, Ragnar, it is magnificent. A real gift, that I will happily admit that I'm glad it's still inside me now."
Lifting her up, causing her to squeal with surprise, she complimented me on my strength as I carried her over to the bed, lying her down still inside her. I could feel my cock still softening, and I eventually rolled off her, looking down her body as she lay on her back. She was slightly pale, no doubt from working indoors most days. Her nipples were very pink and quite dark against her pale skin. Her pussy was still smooth, and I ran my hand down her body towards her sex. She smiled as she spread her legs again, throwing over mine, as I slowly started to fondle her. "My turn now, is it?"
"I'd eat you out but I have just dropped a load inside you." That made her burst into laughter as I added, "So I hope you don't mind fingers."
"As long as they're your fingers, Ragnar."
Being rather turned on as she was, I watched her face as I quickly had her approaching a climax. She watched mine in return, and she did that little thing with her mouth, her lips parting slightly as she moaned, and she was soon eager for me to kiss her once again. It was the sort of kiss that helped my cock near enough spring back to life but now the focus was only about her.
"Rub my clit," she breathed, "Just focus on that."
She wanted more of my lips, but I moved mine down to give one her nipples a suck and a nibble, hearing her squeal with laughter when I did that. I gave both nipples plenty of attention before moving up to her neck, and I figured a nice nibble at her soft skin would be fun too. "Oh, want to mark me, Ragnar?"
I looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Would you like me to?"
Her back arched for a moment, and I knew she was very excited, my hand now very wet as I continued to fondle her. "Mark me."
She had a nice little love bite a couple of minutes later, and she had quite the nice orgasm a couple of minutes after that, the sort of orgasm where she didn't want me to touch her yet she was eager to hold me as she came down from her climax. She eventually asked me to hold her and I thoroughly enjoying running my hands up and down the soft skin on her back, eventually running one hand down to her arse, lifting her leg over mine.
We lay like that for quite a while, feeling her hands run up and down my back and arms too. I eventually found myself on my back, Haelga straddling me and she enjoyed just running her hands all over my body. It was rather nice, and she seemed to enjoy it too. "Ragnar, how would you like to make love to me different?"
"How?"
"Well, you know I mentioned I love anal just as much, so would you be interested in that?"
"Yes. Yes, I would."
She reached across to the small chest of drawers beside her bed. I had a glance as she opened it, as she grabbed a bottle of oil. I also saw various other things in there too. "Those might be for another night, Ragnar."
"I assume that's the dildo you made for yourself?"
"It is. But I think your cock in my arse will feel much better."
I shuffled back, using the pillows to hold my upper body up, as she started to suck my cock first. I didn't think I'd cum too quickly, but I suggested she not do it for too long, just in case. I think she was rather eager too, though, so she soon had the top of the bottle off and coated my cock in oil. She then gave me the bottle and turned around, thrusting her pussy and arse in my face. My tongue immediately went to her tight little hole at the rear, and the gasp she made delighted me. "Oh, you like that, Ragnar?"
"I'll eat your arse whenever you want, Haelga," I replied, giving one of her cheeks a good slap at the same time.
I gave her arse plenty of attention with my tongue before finally pouring some oil and slid a finger in her arse. She didn't want just one, immediately asking for a second one. That had her squirming though I didn't pump into her too hard or fast, at least not too quickly. She was soon pushing backwards though, and asked for a third finger. "Stretch me out for your cock, Ragnar," she breathed. I barely had three fingers in her for a few minutes before she reached back to remove them, swinging around again so she could straddle me.
Wasting absolutely no time, she sat up and pressed my cock to her rear entrance, a smile on her face and eyes only for mine. I returned the smile but couldn't help look down as she rubbed her cock against her little rear a few times before I felt the head of my cock slowly pop inside. That caused her to gasp, watching a little more of my cock disappear. It took her a while to accept my entire length, but once she had her arse nestled against me, the smile on her face was heart-warming and utterly genuine.
"I thank Dibella for this gift," she whispered, "Ragnar, this being our first time, leave me in control please."
"Okay."
I bent my legs a little and shuffled so I was sat up enough so kissing her was far easier and more comfortable as she slowly started to ride my cock. By the Eight, her arse was tight. My cock felt enormous inside her, left wondering what she thought. She was desperate for my lips again, though she found kissing constantly quite difficult, needing to stop to gasp and moan more often than not.
I knew I wasn't going to last forever, so I slid a hand down her front to again fondle her. She smiled and reached across to her drawer again, taking out the dildo. She sat up just enough and lean back so I could slide it into her pussy, and I helped fuck her with that as she bounced on my cock.
"Ragnar," she breathed.
"Good?"
"I love your cock, Ragnar. I love it. It's the best. Gods, it's so big and stretching me completely."
I didn't quite understand that but if she was enjoying it, that could only be a good thing. And I can freely admit that I loved being in her arse almost as much as I loved being in her pussy. Having two of her holes filled, she was now making a lot of noise, and I was holding back the urge to start pumping into her. But I'd given my word. Plus, watching her ride my cock and using the dildo on her was quite a lot of fun. I'd never been in a threesome before, so watching a woman with two of her holes filled was a new experience.
Haelga eventually started to ride me a little faster, which surprised me, as I was amazed it didn't hurt her. Her face nor eyes showed no pain. Not one grimace. Only a constant smile, her eyes alive with desire, and I think a few other feelings she had for me. Leaning forward, she slowed down so she could kiss me, wrapping my arms around her as she changed to a grinding motion. Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against mine, breathing deeply. "Do you want to cum?" she asked quietly.
"I will soon."
"As long as you can. I want to enjoy this feeling."
I kissed her again before she rested her head on my shoulder, bouncing again. I blindly used my hand to position the dildo so she could feel that going in and out of her too, and the sounds she made in my ear were a thing of beauty. Holding her in my arms, I could feel the sweat on her back. I figured the pillows behind me would also be wet. But she kept right on bouncing on my cock, still moaning in my ear. "Ragnar," she breathed again, "Ragnar, I'm going to cum!"
I kissed near her ear. "Cum for me then, Haelga."
"Oh, Dibella," she cried, bouncing a little bit faster. She lasted another minute or so before she shuddered, her body writhing as she screamed out, bouncing even faster as I removed my arms, resting her hands on my shoulders as she rode me as hard and fast as possible. Head rolling back, she cried out again, and that's when she had one of those whole body climaxes, tingling from her fingertips to her toes. I don't know how she did it, but she right on bouncing until she just couldn't continue, finally collapsing again my chest. I leaned back to relax, taking her with me.
"Hold me," she whispered. So that's what I did, though she was still a little sensitive. We stayed like that for quite a while, listening to her breath deeply against me. Eventually lifting her head, she laid a soft kiss on my lips. "You haven't finished?" I shook my head. "Do you want too?" I nodded.
She got off my lap and lay down next to me, grabbing a couple of pillows to lift her arse high, and holding the dildo still in her pussy in place. She then spread her legs as wide and as far back as possible. "Use a little more oil, then fuck me."
Lubing up my cock, surprised that everything was still so clean, I slowly slid my cock back inside her arse. "I won't last long," I admitted.
"Ragnar, you just gave me the best orgasm ever. So good I wanted to cry. Trust me, all I want you to do now is fuck my arse and cum in it."
I fucked her. I'll admit that. But I didn't do it as hard as she might have wanted, not that she made one complaint, just enjoying the feeling of my cock inside her. She managed to continue fucking herself with the dildo at the same time, which was a rather delightful distraction, and I think she was already looking forward to have another climax.
Leaning down to kiss her, she wrapped her legs around me, not too tight, leaving those loose enough so I could fuck her. Dragging my head down next to her, she whispered. "Hard as you can, Ragnar. I can take it."
She got what she wanted, though it barely lasted a couple of minutes before I erupted inside her again. Groaning loudly, it was my turn to search for her mouth, kissing her hard as I thrust hard with each eruption inside her. Once I stilled, she tightened her legs around me to keep me in place, lifting my head so she could stroke my cheek again. "You'd like to do that again?"
"Definitely," I said quietly.
"Good," she said, kissing me softly again, "But I'll want you in my pussy a lot more, just so you know."
That gave me a good chuckle as I sat up and slid out of her, grabbing a towel so we could clean up. My cock was now completely flaccid, and probably wouldn't work again that night. Lying down beside her again, we pulled the blankets back and cuddled into each other, running a hand through her blonde hair as she looked at me, a near constant smile on her face. "Definite feelings," she whispered.
"Me too. Hard not to feel them."
"Can I ask a question?" I nodded. "I know you were away. Were you... you know...?"
"Yes, I was. I promised never to lie to you, Haelga. I did enjoy some company in Windhelm."
She smiled and kissed me before saying, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not lying to me. You could easily deny it."
"I like you far too much already to be doing that."
We kissed for a little longer, but there was no reaction from my groin region, and Haelga eventually fell asleep in my arms. I have to be honest, I liked many of the women I was intimate with in Cyrodiil, but I never loved any of them. I enjoyed their company, and I definitely enjoyed the sex, but the one I had the most feelings for were for Ariel, despite her warnings not to fall for her. It probably didn't help that I visited her at least once a week. If I was in Cheydinhal with no work that took me across Cyrodiil, I'd visit her at least once every two or three days. I had similar feelings for Haelga, and knew that even if I did find enjoyment with others, I'd probably always return to her. Strange...
The next morning after awaking up, and not having the chance the night before, I made sure I ate her out to an orgasm first, loving the feeling of her thighs clamping against my head as she climaxed. Then we made love. That's the only way I can explain it. Our faces barely an inch or so apart. The constant exchange of kissing and sweet words. The feel of her little feet on my pack as I gently thrust into her. The feel of her hands running up my arms and resting on my back. The compliments of how good my cock felt inside her. Her joy when I finally came inside her again.
She walked me downstairs a little later. The workers of the bunkhouse fell silent as we stopped at the door and we kissed a final time. There were one or two comments that we both ignored. "Will I see you again soon?" she asked quietly.
"Absolutely. If I'm in the Bee and Barb, that means I'm here for the night. Otherwise, I'll find you in there."
"Don't make me wait too long." With a last kiss, I wished her farewell and returned to the Thieves Guild.
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It was at least a week later when Brynjolf approached me as I sat with Delvin and Vex. Work was slow, though I had been sent back to Windhelm on an assignment, breaking and entering into the house to nab some important documents. I didn't read them though I did help myself to the gold and a couple of gems in the safe at the same time. Considering the wealth on display around the house, I didn't feel particularly guilty about it. That's a lie, I rarely felt guilt. Proof I was a good thief, I guess.
Staying at the inn again, Susanna was there and once she laid eyes on me, I was assured another night of fun. This time she remained in my bed all night, and we were fucking again the next morning when the innkeeper opened the door, ready to tell me to get out. Instead, she called Susanna a whore, as apparently I definitely wasn't the first man she'd entertained in the same room, while she simply told me to get dressed and get out. I ensured Susanna and I both came before we did that.
"Was she lying?" I asked as I dressed.
"Does it matter?" she retorted.
"Not really. I'm just curious."
She shrugged. "I love to fuck. And with the gift you have, Ragnar, I wasn't going to go looking for anyone else last night. Most men, and even a few women, get one shot at my pussy and nearly all of them are disappointing, so never get another chance." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'll put it like this. Whenever you're in Windhelm, you want a fuck, you just come find me."
"Good to know."
I must have been smiling to myself, as Delvin dug me in the ribs. "Thinking about Haelga again?"
"No, someone else this time."
Brynjolf cracked up, banging the table with his palm. "By the Eight, man, who now?"
I shrugged. "Just a girl I met in Windhelm. She's a lot of fun."
Glancing at Vex, I was surprised to see she appeared more disappointed than anything. Considering I was left with the opinion that she was interested but not particularly willing to do much about it, I hadn't given it much thought. Don't get me wrong, a diminutive woman like her, I'd definitely have a good time with.
"Anyway, something's come up, Ragnar. Maven Black-Briar has asked for help from the Thieves Guild, and she's asked for the person responsible for Goldenglow."
He knew about Ingun, so I had to ask, "Why not Vex?"
"Because Vex has other things to do. And she's asked specifically for you."
"Does she know I'm the one who... you know?"
"I'm not sure."
"You know what?" Delvin wondered.
"Our young friend here fucked Ingun Black-Briar... in her home..." Brynjolf stated.
Delvin burst into laughter. "And you still have your cock and balls attached? The last man who was found in her bed was left black and blue the next day by a couple of her heavies."
"Maybe I made a better impression that a simple warning sufficed," I suggested.
"Well, no matter what, you'd best go meet her," Brynjolf stated, "She's at the Bee and Barb, expecting you at lunchtime."
I lay back on my bed in the cistern, reading a book and relaxing, figuring the job Maven was about to give me would probably lead me away from Riften, though one never knows. Brynjolf came in a couple of hours later, suggesting it was time I should head up. Not feeling completely assured of my safety, I did a couple of circuits around the Bee and Barb, looking for any sign of the 'heavies' Delvin had mentioned. But things looked clear, so I headed in and straight to the bar. Asking where Maven was, I was pointed in the direction of the stairs.
She was sitting in a side room, and when she saw me, I'll admit the look on her face nearly caused me to burst into laughter. "You!"
"I thought you would have put two and two together, Miss Black-Briar."
"So you defile my daughter..."
I crossed my arms and tried to look intimidating. "Look, *Maven*, your daughter was the one who invited me back to your place. She was a very willing participant, and I mean *very* willing. Would you like me to describe what she was willing to do with me?" Her eyes narrowed but she stayed silent. "Brynjolf said you have a job for me to do. So, what we can do is put what happened behind us, and perhaps even accept your daughter is an adult and more than capable of making her own decisions. But, more importantly, I'm the best at what I do. Whatever job you have, you want me to do it."
She smirked, and even appeared impressed by my bravado. "Is that confidence I hear, or arrogance? Strange how often they're confused."
I returned the smirk. "I'll admit, probably a little bit of both. I'm arrogant to know how good I am, and I'm confident *because* I know how good I am. Trust me, I'm going to be the one to put the Guild back on its feet." I grabbed the available chair and sat down. "Now, if you're worried about me being a problem, we're after the same things here. I assume we both want to be rich, correct?"
"I'm already rich. I want influence. Power. The jarl of this city is already in my pocket. I want everyone else to join her."
"Well, good for you. But if we're working towards a common goal, how about we drop the antagonism between us?"
She stared at me for a good minute in silence. Then she nodded. "Very well. Ragnar, right?" I returned the nod. "If we are going to be working together, I guess we should at least respect one another. But trust is earned, and in this business, it takes a lot to earn one's trust. Understand?"
"I do. What's the job?"
"I have a competitor called Honningbrew Meadery that I want to put out of business. I also want to
know how they got the place up and running so quickly."
"Bit different to thievery, but so be it. Where do I begin?"
"Head to the Bannered Mare in Whiterun and ask for Mallus Maccius. He'll fill you in on all the details."
"I'm new to Skyrim. Where's Whiterun?"
That made her laugh at me. I didn't mind, as I immediately relaxed and she appeared to do so too. "Use the carriage outside the city gates. He should get you to Whiterun safe and sound."
"Anything else I need to know?"
Her face darkened as she leaned forward. "You butcher this job and you'll be sorry. I'm throwing the Guild a bone with this job, Ragnar. You'd better not let me down," she warned.
"That meadery will be out of business by the end of the week."
"I'll believe it when I hear it. You can go now." Before I disappeared through the door, she called out my name. "I'll give you something to ensure you don't fuck this up, Ragnar. Complete the job, do it well, and I won't complain if you wish to see my daughter again. She could certainly do a lot worse."
I couldn't help smile. "Well, now I have a very good reason to make sure I do it right, Maven."
Heading back to the Guild, I told Brynjolf what I was to do and asked for any information about Whiterun and the meadery. About Whiterun, he could tell me plenty, suggesting it was actually a rather nice city to live in, but there was absolutely no Guild presence in the city, so if I ran into trouble, I'd be on my own. As for the meadery, he couldn't tell me a lot, though knew the man running it, Sabjorn, was new to the business, but the popularity of Honningbrew did raise a few eyebrows.
Suggesting I would leave early the next day, Brynjolf laughed as he knew where I was heading straight away. The Bee and Barb was full like usual, and I headed to my usual table, waiting for Haelga. She appeared an hour or so later, and after eating dinner together and enjoying a couple of drinks, we headed back to hers for the evening, where we would make love all night. She fell asleep in my arms, letting her know I would be gone a couple of days. She simply said she'd miss me while I was gone.
I left for Whiterun the next morning.
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Title: Waves of (Pink) Phosphor by Squirrel
Tags: Bat, M/F, Mouse, Romance, Telepathy, Vaginal
A May evening.
The sun and heat leaving. The serenaded twilight here.
And fur matted with a combination of dew and (light) sweat, the bat padded into the bedroom. Leaving the door open behind her. And pausing in the moonlight that streamed through the half-open window. Stretching her winged arms. Her wings stirring (invisible) things. Waves of (pink) phosphor. Waves of grace.
The mouse looked up at her. From his lie-down. His head on a snowy-white pillow. Blinking in the dimness.
She offered her mate a smile.
And the mouse's blue-grey eyes, wide and innocent, seemed to drink of her. The mouse already bare. The mouse already beneath the cool, navy-blue sheets. The mouse waiting for her.
The bat raised her arms and pulled her white tank-top up, up, and off. And let it fall aside. To the wooden planks of the floor.
The mouse sat up, whiskers twitching.
She fought the urge to giggle as she undid the button on her pants, slid the zipper down, and let them fall. To her ankles. Pale-pink panties (a lighter pink than her fur) following. And then one foot-paw stepping out of them. And then the other.
The mouse's ears swiveled at the soft rumple-rumple sound her clothing made as it was kicked away. Into a small, discarded pile. And the sound her stretching wings made. To their tips. Her armed wingspan. The wings filmy and velvety. Allowing her to fly. Her bones hollow. Marrow-less, and full of air, giving her such a light spring to her step. Giving her such a lightness. Making her a great dancer. Making her very maneuverable.
She padded to the foot of the bed. Paused there, and smiled more. Smiled again. Showing her fangs, which glinted in the pale moonlight. Which offered a promise. Which stirred an anticipation in the male (and in herself). She was betraying her intentions.
And the mouse had no objections. His pupils dilated more. Making him appear all the cuter, all the more innocent. Making him all the more alluring.
She fell for nature's crafty little lure. And drew a baited breath, and crawled onto the bed. Crawling to him.
The mouse swallowed. Gave a breathless little squeak. Squeak.
She, on all fours, paused above him. Giving a playful growl, and then moving to a sit on her knees. So she could fish at his tail. So she could grab it. So she could reel it in. So she could nibble (so gently) on the thin, pink, silky length of it.
So the mouse would close his eyes.
So she could lean in, on all fours again, and kiss him (unawares). On the lips. Soft, loose, sweet. Succulent. A trace of saliva stringing as the kiss was broke. As their muzzles were now inches apart. As they both breathed. And as she initiated another kiss.
A squeak came from the mouse. Squeaker-squeak.
The bat chattered, her tongue (more versatile by far, designed for catching insects and such) working between his lips. Slipping inside the wet cavern of his muzzle. And prodding at his own tongue (which was weaker, and clumsier, but no less a part of this). Lapping at the insides of his cheeks.
The mouse's nostrils flaring, and his whiskers at an incessant, heated twitch-twitch-twitch.
The kiss broken (again). So both could breathe.
So both could (briefly) consider each other's needs.
The bat's telepathic mind filtering, flowing over his, sensing his emotions. Wanting more. More of him. More mouse.
And the rodent's honey-tan chest rising and falling. Rising and falling. Panting lightly. The only sounds in the room being their own breathing (and the night-bugs and creek-frogs sounding through the half-open window).
It was getting warmer in here, wasn't it?
His paws were now on her back, moving up and down. Up and down. Caressing. Her fur was slightly damp (from just having been outside), and his fingers splayed, he ran them over her pink, pink fur. The carnation, salmon colors of her. Strands of soft fur bending as his paw brushed them over. The slightly matted, slightly damp scent of her. The simultaneous coolness and warmth her body gave off.
She sighed and arched, her belly on his. Now lying atop of him. Oh, sigh. Oh, arch.
Mousey paws going to her rump. Gripping her furry rump-cheeks, kneading them slightly, and fingers pressing into the cheeks. Grab, grab. Massage. Rub. And back to her lower back. And then down again. To the backs of her thighs. Just feeling all over. Getting comfortable with her shape and weight.
The bat kept her eyes closed as the mouse felt her up (and down, and all around). And slightly opened them as his paws slowed their roving. And her foot-paws, with their blunted claws, brushed his. Her toes running along the arches of his foot-paws. Playing a lazy foot-paw war. Push, push. Touch.
And the mouse's tail snaking over the side (the edge) of the bed. Like a rope cast aside. Like a fallen wire. (A live wire! For it would twitch now and then.)
She began a slow, teasing grinding of her hips to his. Grinding down on him. Rub, rub, bump! Bump!
Sigh!
Chitter, from her.
Squeak, from him. His sheath-less (since birth) mouse-hood tingling. As it filtered with blood. As it got hotter. Stiffer. As it rose, shyly, from its limp, nestled spot.
The bat swallowed. Sniffing his arousal. Feeling it, too. As well as her own. Her wetness. Her want.
Their mutual need. Born of a love (this love!) so tender and true. Oh, how to express it? Whatever to do?
They needed no time to figure it out.
The bat moved her paws to his slender, strong chest. How shy a fur (for being so fit). She sat at a straddle of his waist, paw-pads on his nipples. Rub, rub, press!
Getting his little nipples hard. Erect. Rubbing them still, huffing as she did so. Sitting over him, at a lean. Staring down into his eyes.
The bright pinks of her eyes seemed to glow in the nighttime of the room. And the mouse's eyes locked, darted, and locked again.
She nodded slightly. Nodded again, and rose up her rump. Her stubby, foot-long tail (like an air-meant rudder) weakly moving a few inches this way, a few inches that. As she hovered above him.
As the mouse's own tail snaked to his own mouse-hood. Wrapping around the base. Holding it in place.
So that, when she lowered down, the tip met her pussy-lips. So that, when she sank the weight of her body on him, the pink, perfect piece of flesh slid, slid, slid. Into her moistened vaginal canal.
Where it belonged. Where it was fit for. Where it was designed to be.
The bat closed her eyes and breathed a deep, shivering breath. Just feeling him there. Such presence. Such connection. And, already, her fangs began to drip of a milky fluid. Drip, drip. Down her lips and chin. Her mating milk. The primal urge to bite (activated by the onset of intercourse). Nature's way of ensuring they bred to completion. Nature's way of drawing them emotionally closer (and assuring their loyalty, strengthening their mate-ship).
The mouse's paws reaching up to cup and fondle her breasts. To hold one in each paw, and to grip at them. Softly, softly, thumbs wagging over the nipples.
Drawing (from her) huffs. Puffs. As she rose and fell on his organ.
As the mouse's arms weakened and fell from her slightly flopping breasts to her belly. To her sides. To her hips. Where his paws settled. Holding. Holding on.
As she rode him. Up, down, up. Down. Sending little telepathic signals to the mouse's mind.
The mouse nodded, receiving. And moved a paw from her hip. To her sensitive clitoris. Where he tapped, tapped, tapped a finger on the little nub. Gently, sparing. Tap, tap.
And shivering gasps. As she wetly (with a squelching sound) rose and fell on him. And as his paw followed her motions, fingering her other parts. And the bat rose and fell with a greater speed (and urgency).
And the mouse, the pleasure filtering from his maleness into his body, to his mind, shiver-squeaked. Started to writhe. His paw falling away from her clitoris. To the sheets of the bed. Slightly damp from her juices. Tail twitching like an electrical wire. Tail getting a bit more rigid. Ears flushed hot, blushing, and erogenous now.
The bat eyed the mouse hungrily. Her mate was, now, ripe for the biting. And she leaned over him. Horizontal. Still keeping himself in her. And with her lying atop him now, giving him control of the friction.
The mouse humped his hips. Hump, hump. Weakly. Drawing his slick, swollen mouse-hood out and in. Slick, slick. Slide. Hump. The bat relinquishing control of the motion. Giving it to him. So she could lick the side of his neck. Her saliva producing a numbing agent on instinctual command. Licking the side of his neck. Matting his fur. Prepping him for her bite. So that it wouldn't hurt.
The mouse huffed, huffed. Moaned.
And she hurriedly licked. Growling from the throat, mating milk dripping onto his fur. The pillow. The sheets.
The natural details (and everything else) faded away. Seemingly, it was just them. They were all that existed.
Them.
And this.
And she, sucking air, bit! Bit! Sank her fangs into his neck.
The mouse writhed like prey in a snake's grasp. Squeaking. Twitching, writhing, as he always did as her fangs sank in.
And she pinned him down, keeping his arms pinned to the sheets.
Until the mouse moaned, whimper-squeaked. Until he went still. Until he seemed to melt. Until he made a gurgling sound from the throat. Her mating milk sufficiently in his blood, circulating, and linking them.
Their minds were merging.
Their minds were one.
Thoughts.
Him thinking of her fair tail. Her swept-back, angular ears. Her blunted, toothy muzzle. The pinkness of her. The softness of her. Her sense of humor. Her playfulness. Her desire (and need) to nurture. Her care. Her strength. Her social ease. Her confidence. Her ability to fly.
And, oh, her femininity! Wet, warm. Wonderful. The scent and the feel of it. The muscle constricting on his shaft of flesh. The pleasure it gave. The natural fit. The manic things it did to him. The lure of it. Everything.
Her thinking of his large, dish-like ears. His ever-twitching whiskers. The earthy, honey-tan of him. The shyness of him. The doubt. The fear. The need for love. The need for nurturing. The quickness of his mind. The artistry of his soul.
And, oh, his maleness! Stiff, proud. Perfection. The drilling, moving motion of it. How it pierced her. Drove her. Pleasure, pleasure. And how his furry ball-sac tensed and tightened. How it slapped against her. Soft, little sounds.
Oh, the fur and fury of their fucking!
Thoughts, first.
Memories, after. Memories.
Of meeting. Of laughing. Of loving.
Sunrises over the River Eagle. Near the sycamore.
Macaroni cheese suppers at five in the afternoon. And making cookies for dessert. And not getting to bed until 1 AM. Tired in the morning (but, oh, was it worth it).
The mouse crying in the car.
The bat blinking numbly at words hurled at her (by another, nearly-forgotten fur).
Listening to AM radio. Losing the signal after sunset.
Tornado warnings. The mouse freaking. The bat trying, in vein, to calm him down.
The awkwardness of meeting each other's families.
The mouse's allergies leaving him bed-ridden, raw. Coughing, sniffling. The helplessness she felt. In sickness, or in health, though, devoted.
Pains. Joys. Fears.
Life.
Filtering through them. Each other's secrets.
How the mouse lost his virginity to a male lion he didn't love. How it had nearly destroyed him. How he'd rooted in his faith, and had hoped for love. Led to her.
How she'd brought a fur to sobs with heated, cutting words (in a moment of scorn). How she'd come to realize what maturity meant. How she'd been told she could never care for anyone. No one would ever need her. And how the mouse desperately, desperately did.
Secrets. Memories. Thoughts.
They filtered through each other.
And then the physical pleasure.
Punching!
Pervasive!
Permeating!
Paws clutching at fur. On each other's bodies. Feeling. Grabbing for tails and limbs and whatever they could find. Just to hold.
Just to hold. Hold on ...
Just to have something to hold to as they endured this.
This was a pleasure to be endured!
Oh, glory!
The mouse was the first to lose cohesion. Was the first to break down. Frantic, hammered humping from his horizontal lie-down. From beneath her. Member slip-sliding in her, burying, burrowing. As mouses do. Burrow, burrow! Arms wrapped round her back, hugging her down atop of him.
She felt his orgasm. As he did. When he did. Their link letting them feel each other's physical pleasure. On top of their own.
The mouse moaning, squeaking. Giving a rodent-like grunt as he initiated a final, draining hump. Prisoner to the twitch, twitch, twitching of his penis. Wet, warm. Sowing. Spurt after spurt of white mouse-seed. Sowing the bat (but she wasn't in heat, so no fear of the seeds taking root).
Oh, pleasure! Oh, too much! Oh, yes!
The bat shivered, teeth still embedded in his neck. As, she, reeling from his release, felt the rising, the erupting of her own. The spasms. The soft spasms that got more frantic. That became searing. That flung the pleasure to her extremities. That let the clear fluid leak from her vagina. Wetting the mouse's sac. The scent. And her nipples hard, and her wings tingling. She gasped and moaned. Growled.
The mouse's eyes watered shut. Feeling it as a femme did. As she did. Oh, oh, what was this?
Some kind of bliss!
Their physical pleasure, grown and built with both their efforts, reaching its intended result. The harvest reaped. The reward felt.
The love evident as they sighed and sank into the sheets.
As she, minutes later, withdrew her fangs. And he, in turn, withdrew his mouse-hood. And as they lay, side-by-side, panting, sweaty, matted, whispering. Oh, they still felt the waves, the ripples of what they'd done.
Their own passion making the moonlight ripple (like a mirage). Seemingly. Maybe they were just drunk on each other.
On their own love.
And maybe, now, they needed to sleep. Sleep.
Such sleep!
In each other's arms, exhausted (but, oh, so wonderfully so).
Both of them smiling (knowingly, silently). Knowing they had all night to frolic. Knowing they would dream such dreams.
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Title: Chapter 9: The Time Machine by TheFurryAngel
Tags: Anal, Dog, Gay Relationships, M/M, Oral, Plot Development, Tiger
Preface: Beyond my simple caution lies, for those with lustful prying eyes, character and plot complex, peppered with some furry sex! Now that I got that out of my system a real warning. Under 18s are not legally allowed to peruse this so if you get caught it's not my fault. I don't normally do this but I'm dedicating this chapter to my dogs. Thanks for being with me during my breakdowns babes :) Whenever I cry or hurt myself they find me and won't leave me alone until I hold them. Thanks for keeping me stable. Let's get this party started bitches!
Chapter 9:The Time Machine
Time passed by in a hurry. One day, two days, three days. Tobias went to the gym with Mort to workout and, despite the illusion of frailty and weakness the baggy jacket and quiet demeanor suggested, the wolf possessed muscle strength that intrigued Mort for someone who had never even heard of bench pressing. Tobias just looked away and mumbled. "Yeah my dad is a big guy and so is my bro. Stuff runs in the family." Mort just chuckled to himself, by the end of this summer he was gonna work this wolf to the bone.
The part Mort enjoyed the most though was just talking to Tobias. They discussed English required reading, philosophy, scientific advancements in the paper. Whatever they could think of. The first workout was etched in Mort's memory. (How many times have I seen it) The wolf's strength has surprised him but what amazed him was Tobias's looks.
After almost 3 hours Tobias looked like was about to collapsed so the tiger called it a day. Back in the locker rooms as he was getting his towel, Mort realized he had never seen the wolf naked before and a small part of his was vaguely curious. (Not that we would do anything) The tiled room was warm from recent steam and, like his sex sessions with Justin, the room was mercifully empty. The gym was open 24/7 and not many people were there at 2:30 A.M. with Mort and Tobias.
The wolf stood across the room and the hot water cascaded down his back and Mort could only stare. Tobias's fur was midnight black. All the room's light seemed to seep into his body and disappear. His tail swayed slowly as he turned the other shoulder into the spray. The lupine fur's back was smoothly curved and firm muscles showed beneath the dark pelt. Mort gripped his towel to keep himself from touching Tobias.
The tiger hurriedly showered to hide the fierce erection he got watching. If Tobias saw he never said anything and Mort drove Tobias back to the apartment complex. On the way Tobias passed out from exertion and his fell on Mort's shoulder. The tiger smiled in the early morning blackness and, after he parked, waited a briefest second before waking the tired lupine. (Please moment don't end so soon)
"Mwah?"
"Wake up sleepy head. We're here." The wolf rubbed sleep from his eyes and got out.
"Thanks Mort, it's good to talk to someone." The tiger smiled again in the shadows.
"Anytime man. Just call, see you later." Tobias walked up the stairs. He unlocked his dad's apartment door. The husky was sitting at his table reading though a stack of papers. Diego stood up and locked the door. Tobias passed out again on the couch and his dad covered him with a blanket.
Justin looked in the mirror. He bought a new swimsuit for the occasion. They were deep scarlet trunks with acid green flames creeping up the legs. He didn't bother to put on a shirt and flexed. The muscles swam beneath his fur and bulged. He pulled open a dresser drawer and scrutinized the contents. (Chains, leash, collar, muzzle, handcuffs, lube, dildo) Everything was in order so he closed the drawer and descended the stairs.
His parents had put up gold, green, blue, and red balloons. The pool out back had tiki torches around it and tables were set up near the grill. The music and atmosphere suggested a piece of Hawaii was here. (Damn Mom you really are the best fucking interior decorator in Colorado) The Lab's parents were lost in conversation with two of the guests. The house was flooded with furs. It was only 3 and the party had just started but already people had shown up.
Mort bumped into him and Justin smiled. The two headed out to the huge pool. Already students who were thankful to be out of school were playing chicken and trying to set up a net for volleyball. The two muscle furs hopped in and the Lab stifled at laugh at Mort's expression.
"The water's cold man. We put ice in here earlier, a whole shit ton. Makes sure this thing stays cool all day."
"F-fuck! You could have warned me," and the tiger playfully splashed some water at Justin who responded with a sly grin and a wink. Finally the two cheetahs secured the net and the teens formed two teams.
Mort thought Justin would stay on the same side as him but as soon the net went up the Lab went over to the other side. The game started and a bull served. One of the cheetah twins caught the ball with a hard strike just before it hit the water and as it sailed over the net Mort jumped and spiked it. Justin countered by knocking the ball up vertically and a lithe blue dragon hopped up and struck it over the net. The ball struck the water at the far end of the pool. Justin grinned at Mort (Point 1 for us) and the tiger tried not to blush. The game heated up as the furs splashed and dove, serving and sending the ball back and forth like pong on crack.
At 6 Justin's dad called for a timeout as he pulled food off the grill. Sweaty and hungry the furs reluctantly left the pool for grilled meats. Mort sat on a collapsible chair and inhaled a burger. Justin sat next to him and offered him a beer.
"Uh dude, I have to drive home." The tiger looked quizzically at the Lab. Justin just smiled back.
"You're staying here tonight." Mort accepted the drink but his heart started pounding as he thought of what they were going to do later and the Lab gave him another sly wink. The volleyball game continued until 10:00.
While the guests resumed eating burgers and hot dogs Justin's dad brought out the karaoke machine. The party didn't slow down till after midnight. Exhausted but full and jovial everyone gathered their scattered clothes and bags and purses. As the last car pulled out of the driveway Justin slipped an arm around Mort's waist, Mort's insides felt an electrical surge at the touch, both of them wore only their bathing suits.
"Let's go kitty. I've got a surprise for you." The Lab's parents locked up and retired for the evening, leaving the two horny furs alone. Justin pulled Mort up the stairs to his bedroom. Inside Justin pushed the tiger against the wall in a warm kiss. The canine's pink tongue ran across Mort's snout and down the orange throat. Mort purred slowly as Justin kissed and sucked at his neck.
(Play time kitty) Justin led Mort over to the bed and pushed the feline down. Pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket Justin clipped them over Mort's forepaws. The Lab pulled a bundle out of a drawer and unwound some chains. He tied the tiger's back paws to one end of the bed and the handcuffs to the other. The collar and muzzle went around Mort's neck and face. The leash was clipped securely and Justin grinned down at the fur beneath him. "I promised you a treat kitty." Justin pulled down his suit and his stiff doggie cock hung in the stillness. The bindings around Mort's snout made it hard for him to suck Justin and he mostly drooled and lapped as he could.
Justin pulled a tube of lubricant and a long dildo from the bundle. Mort's heart shivered, the sex toy was almost 4 inches longer than Justin and almost twice as thick. "I got it just for you babe." Justin squeezed out some gel onto a digit and pressed it up against Mort's tail hole. He rubbed in a circular counter clockwise motion as Mort purred with a thick cock jammed into his mouth. Justin pushed and worked a knuckle up Mort's hole, the gel gave the tiger a vague tingling sensation between his cheeks.
Justin slid one digit out and then worked two in. Mort grunted and purred through the muzzle as he tried to blow Justin but mostly managed gag as slobber and pre leaked out of the corner of his lips. Justin moaned and shoved his dick farther down Mort's throat and working in a third finger into the tiger's stretched hole. The Lab plucked the dildo from its spot on the sheets and pushed it against Mort's tail hole.
The tiger tried not to clamp down as the thick fake cock was inserted. The cool surface sent chills up his spine and Justin massaged the tiger's white belly. The lab pulled his dripping canine member out and with one good thrust, forced the dildo all the way in.
Mort yelped in pain and surprise, now it felt like he was being pulled apart at the waist. "Shh kitty. Doggie's gonna make it all better." Mort's abdominal and pectoral muscles clenched and his eyes teared up as the invading sex toy was thrust in and then roughly yanked out. Justin leaned down and ran his tongue across Mort's chest, the smell of arousal and animal musk clung to the air like a sweet heady perfume. Justin could taste sweat and lust on Mort's flesh as he bathed Mort's tender nipples, eliciting moaning purrs and squeals from the bound feline, and he twisted the dildo as in stuffed the feline's insides.
Justin abruptly stopped licking Mort's chest, the Lab felt like he was about to cum and there was only one place for it. Justin discarded the dildo and lifted Mort's hips, the hard doggie cock pushed its way in and Mort sighed with pleasure. Justin grunted and sweated as he thrust deep and fast. The tiger's bowels gripped and sucked at Justin's member as the tiger tightened his sphincter but the Lab kept pounding with no loss in intensity.
Mort's red tigerhood had gone from dripping a juicy slick of pre to leaking a clear coat of liquid that pooled on his stomach and slid down his abs. Justin curled in and licked a line of pre off Mort's stomach, causing the tiger to moan and twitch. Clear, salty pre coated the Lab's chin and nose and as he licked Mort's face the tiger ran his tongue across Justin's neck and savored the taste of his own juices.
Justin could feel the pressure of the orgasm, it spread from somewhere in his chest out through his limbs and into his throbbing cock. Mort's hot passage kneaded and milked his stiff organ and he gripped Mort's slippery cock and began pawing it.
"Oh... f-f-fuck! Justin, oh... Justin!" The massive kitty mewled and writhed as the muscular Lab dominated him and jerked his aching meat. With his free paw Justin traced the outlines of the muscles standing out on Mort's body. The heavy pecs that glistened with sweat, the tight abs the were matted with pre, the tense thighs that strained with every thrust of the canine's fierce erection, the cords in Mort's neck that bunched and bulged as he drew closer.
With a stifled screech Mort's cock blasted a heavy load of spunk everywhere. Thick creamy gobs splashed against Justin's chest and soaked his abs, with every paw stroke Mort shot another viscous white trail that splattered against his own face and coated his abdomen with thick ropes of cum. The tiger's orgasmic ass clenching sent Justin over the edge.
With a howl Justin's member gave up its warm treat. Mort felt steaming pools of canine cum flooding his guts and his loose hole burbled and seeped the white goo.
"Please... Justin... t-tie, -tie us... please..." Justin gripped Mort's hips and forced himself inward one more time. His swollen knot popped in and plugged Mort up soundly. The Lab collapsed onto his lover and the two lay there, covered in sweat, saliva, and semen. Their gasping and heavy breathing echoed softly in the room as the smell of tiger and dog mixed. Mort's vision dulled and the strong scent of cum flooded his nostrils. Justin lay his head down on Mort's chest "I love you.. Mort..." and fell asleep in a pool of spunk. The two connected furs passed out in the darkness. The night was cool and quiet, only the low sounds of the gentle breeze stirred the air.
Tobias lay back on the couch, he had slept for almost two days. Yesterday Mort had gone to a pool party at Justin's so no word from him all day. Hoping the tiger would call the wolf looked at the phone again expectantly.
"He won't call until you do son." Tobias almost jumped out of his skin. For someone who was muscle clad and almost 6'5" Diego was surprisingly stealthy.
"Call who?" Tobias's dad chuckled softly into his coffee.
"Mortecai? Tobias I've known you for almost 18 years. The way you look at that boy. I can tell you want to be with him. But he's probably as confused as you are. If you don't get off your butt and let him know, how will he figure out how you feel?" Tobias shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"How did you and Mom meet." he retorted. Diego gazed into his coffee mug and was silent.
"We met after college." Diego started laughing again. "let me tell you son, the things people did with their fur back then, coloring and styling. Good times, goooood times." Tobias got off the couch and stood up.
"Do you have any of your old yearbooks and photos?" His dad glanced questioningly at the storage closet.
"No clue son, but as long as you clean up your mess feel free to look through my old stuff." Tobias opened the closet and pulled out a cardboard box. Diego finished his coffee and picked up his briefcase. "Son, I have to give two presentations and then grade some papers. I'll be back tonight around 9. And" He gave Tobias a wink, "feel free to invite tiger boy over for lunch if you want." The older husky left leaving Tobias blushing a deep crimson beneath his fur.
Beneath a set of vintage jeans the young lupine found an old photo album. Surprisingly it was locked. In his dad bedroom nightstand was Diego's keys, because he took the bus to and from the college campus Diego never needed to drive. The first 3 keys were normal keys but the forth was small and brass.
The instrument clicked in the lock and the book opened. Tobias looked through the photos and gazed at the dates. There was a large black and white photo of Diego in his graduating high school class. The husky was barely perceptible in the back. Next were photos of Tobias's dad in various school colors and regalia. His face seemed so bright. There were color photos, grainy but colored. The wild days of the 80s, Tobias smiled and laughed to himself at the outlandish furstyles and clothing. One thing he noticed though was that his mom didn't appear in any of the photos. A lot of the pairing were Diego with a dragon. Tobias peered down at the dragon, his scales appeared to be a metallic bronze color in the poor lighting, he had never heard his dad talk about any college friends or any past aquaintances. Tobias flipped the page over to the last photo in the album and his blood froze and his heart skipped a beat. It was a color photograph of two males under a tree, cuddling and holding hands. One of them was his dad, the other was the mysterious bronze dragon. Diego's head was hearted in red ink and underneath it was some small but neat cursive script. (Happy Valentine's Day, Diego, I will always belong to you, My love for you is without wax. â€"Seth)
\*pushes a dog off his leg\* Down girl my limbs are going to sleep \>.\< Chapter 9 down and the plot has thickened yet again. Seth has a face but little else. Btw \>9000 awesome points to those who caught the without wax quote. I "borrowed" it from one of Dan Brown's books. "According to one popular explanation, dishonest sculptors in Rome or Greece would cover flaws in their work with wax to deceive the viewer; therefore, a sculpture "without wax" would mean honesty in its perfection." Thanks to Wikipedia for that explanation. Chapter 10 is in production I'll get that out when I can. The next few chapters should be as long as this one (I REALLY HOPE SO)
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Title: Beetlesmith's Ch. 20
Tags: drama
Both the women were laughing now, as Karen unbound Lisa's hands. They stood, hugging each other as Karen scanned over the room. Everyone else was back to playing with each other in smaller fuck and suck groups throughout the room.
Lisa squeezed Karen's ass, and asked, "What's next...my Mistress?"
Hearing Lisa call her Mistress filled her with a glowing pride and brought another smile to Karen's lips. She responded, "Oh, I have oodles of ideas." Clapping her hands for attention, Karen projected, loudly, "Okay everyone, sorry to put a damper on all the fun you're having, but it's time for another game. Gather in a circle around the middle of the room."
As directed, all the guests gathered in a circle, some sitting on the furniture, others languishing on the floor, and all were piqued with excitement waiting for what Karen had in store for them.
Her Highness, Queen Mistress, resumed her position alongside of me on the lounger. She began by saying, "I call this little game Fantasy Island. Now, I know some of you already, so I'm just going to involve the newbies in this. Each of you women new to our little gathering will take a turn in the middle of the circle and play out your deepest, sexually darkest, fantasy for the rest of us. It has to be something you've never done before and no one else knows about. Does everyone agree?"
Everyone nodded their head.
"Wonderful. Lisa, since you were last during the previous game, why don't you be the first, now."
I could tell Lisa was nervous as she sat on the floor in the middle of the throng.
"Okay Lisa," Karen asked, "What's that one fantasy you've always harbored and never told anyone?"
She thought for a long minute before answering, and when she did, she spoke with embarrassed hesitation, "Well, for the longest time now, I've daydreamed of Bob catching me with another man." She paused for a moment, then looked directly at her husband as she continued, "Ever since you didn't feel like doing it, I had this dream that I'm fucking another guy, and it's really hot, but I'm really stupid because he's fucking me in our bedroom. I figure, you're always working and Barbara's at school, so why not fuck him in our bed. It makes me feel so hot, and so much like a naughty slut that some other guy's doing me where you should be doing me. And the guy gets really turned on knowing he's fucking another guy's wife in his bedroom."
"Is the other guy someone we know?" Karen chimed in, and winked.
This was a dangerous game Lisa was playing, relaying a fantasy so close to her own adulterous behavior. It was also a brilliant ploy. I didn't think this was as much a fantasy of hers, per se, but more of a way she could lay the foundation for forgiveness in case Bob ever found out about Lisa and me.
*Clever girl.*
"No," Lisa answered. "I mean he doesn't even have a face in my daydreams. I know he's handsome, in a general way, and has a great body, and a...and a pretty big dick."
All the women clapped and hooted approval at that.
*Really ladies, keep telling me size doesn't matter and I'll keep laughing.*
Lisa let the revelry die down before returning her eyes to Bob, and continued, "Well as you can guess, you come home unexpectedly. The slut wife caught cheating on her good and wonderful husband. But you don't say anything right away. Instead, you stand in the doorway watching us for a long while. The guy's lying with his head on the pillow with his eyes closed, while I'm giving him a blowjob with my back to you, and I'm kneeling as I suck his cock. And you watch as his cock slides in and out of my mouth, and my ass is high in the air pointing back at you. And instead of getting mad, the whole scene is turning you on as I blow this other guy."
Bob was momentarily shocked and taken aback by what he heard from his wife, especially because she didn't like giving blowjobs, but now it was central to her fantasy. He became curious to know what else she was dreaming about, "Do you do anything else besides blow this guy?"
"Other times, you catch us as he's fucking me doggy style, or when he's going down on me." She hesitated again, not sure if she should say anything more, but she decided to let Bob hear it all, "And sometimes he begs me to...to...you know...fuck me in the butt...and I let him...and I like it."
*Clever girl, indeed.*
Now, all the men clapped and hooted their approval.
Lisa quickly broke in to amend her last confession, "But I like the blowjob version the best."
There was unmistakable hurt in Bob's eyes, hearing her fantasies about sexual acts she rarely, if not outright refused, to perform with him. Then he asked, with a little anger in his voice, "So what do I do, just turn around and leave and let you finish sucking the guy off?"
She saw his hurt, and with pity in her eyes, mouthed a silent, "No," while shaking her head slowly. She stared hard at Bob, unblinking, her eyes beginning to water, "Please don't be mad. It's just a fantasy, honey. I love you and you only!"
Her sincerity was obvious and real. Everyone uttered a long, thoughtful, "Aw." Even Bob blushed, hearing her public and affectionate declaration of love for him.
Lisa wiped the moisture from her eyes, and continued, "Of course you're mad at first, furious in fact. You yell, 'What the fuck are you doing, you stupid whore?!'" She said it in a deep voice, trying to mimic Bob, making everyone laugh. "I just about bite the guy's dick off when I hear you, I'm so startled. I turn around and see your angry, hurt face, and I'm terrified and ashamed at the same time for what I'm doing, mostly because I know I hurt you. And I'm wondering if you're going to call a lawyer right then, or hit me first and then call a lawyer. But you don't do any of that, because it was turning you on. Instead, you stand over us on the side of the bed. You still have this angry look, but it's fake. I don't know that, so I'm shaking, not sure if you're going to hit me. Then, in a really rough voice, you tell me to keep sucking his cock. I'm confused now, and not sure what you're doing, and I'm still scared shitless. The guy's scared shitless too, and his cock is soft, but I know I better do what you say, so I suck it anyway because I don't want to make you madder. And as I'm sucking on him, you start spanking me, just like Mark did to Linda, but it's way harder. And you call me a slut and a whore, and tell me to keep sucking on him like the cheating cunt I am, all while you keep spanking me.
Everyone yells, "Yeah, go Bob, spank that little slut!"
As we all quiet down, Lisa finishes her fantasy, "My ass is on fire from all your rough slapping, but I don't care because you got me so horny. I mean, I could feel my cunt juice dripping down my thighs I was so hot. You stick your fingers in me and feel how drenched you made me, and you're turned on even more than me. When you go back to spanking me, I come, really hard, and keep coming every time you hit my ass. By now, the guy's figured out you're not going to kill him, and he's hard as a rock in my mouth. And I'm sucking on him hard and fast, your spanking me hard and fast, and I'm coming hard and fast, and we're all fucking on fire. You finally tell me to turn around, and then shove your hard cock all the way in my mouth. Both you and he start slam-fucking me hard for both directions. He's got a hold of my hips, pounding my pussy like there's no tomorrow, you've got a hold of my head as you're fucking my mouth and making me choke and gag, and I'm loving every second because I keep coming like a slut in heat. Then he comes. Then you come, and it's such a turn-on. You just shove your cock all the way in and shoot one heavy load after another down my throat. It's like a gallon of come. And feeling you fill me makes me come even harder. After that, he leaves and we fuck again, and again, and again. And the best part of my fantasy, from then on, you can't stop fucking me. You can't keep your hands off me. Every day, you come home for lunch for a quick blowjob. When you come home for dinner you slam-fuck me against the wall denting the drywall with my ass or you fuck me hard in my butt until I scream from one shattering orgasm after the other. And when you come home from your second job, you spank me again until I come, and fuck all my wet holes for hours."
After she got done telling her fantasy, everyone was ready to start fucking in frenzy, we were turned on so much. Bob flew into the middle of the circle with Lisa, pushed her flat on the floor, as he kissed her deeply. Everyone cheered, hooted and hollered at their display.
Karen asked, "Okay Lisa, we all know whose playing Bob, but who do you want to play your mystery fella'?"
Lisa didn't hesitate, "Will!"
*A most clever girl, indeed.*
I thought this would be a bit boring for the others. Hearing an elaborate fantasy, although very hot, then playing it out for real seemed redundant to me, but I was wrong. Much like when I used my mind to manipulate others like actors, manipulating them never got old or boring, because there was always an unpredictable human element involved. The personal, sexual innovation was always interjected by the actor, creating a wonderful variation to the sex act. It was the same when playing out their fantasies.
I lay on the floor with Lisa as Bob moved back into the circle of friends—the doting husband soon to discover his wife's adultery.
Right away, she comes out raunchy and in full-blown slut mode, deviating immediately from the tortured, neglected wife she described from her fantasies. The elixir, mixed with our history, was bringing out the magnificent slut in her.
Sticking her ass far into the air, just as she described to us moments before, she took a firm hold at the base of my cock while licking and sucking my shaft, balls to head.
Between her rough sucking, she said with a determined tone, "God, I love the taste of your cock. I know you want to fuck me in the ass with your huge cock. And I'm going to let you, and say please and thank you the whole time, but first, you're going to come hard in my mouth, and make me swallow every drop. Then, after you fuck me in the butt, I want you to pound my tight snatch until I pass out.
"We have time for all that?" I ask, acting the lover.
"Bob doesn't get home 'til dark. So sit back, relax and enjoy it stud, as I suck all that gooey, hot come out of your balls. Just think of it as an appetizer to feast on before you stick that monster cock in my ass"
"God, I love you horny housewives who don't get enough from hubby. If you want that hot cum, start sucking on those balls like a good bitch."
It went like that between us. Back and forth with the rank language, she, talking like a rabid slut wanting to be used, and me, giving it back to her the way she wants it. I was especially rough and crude with her physically; slapping her across the face with my cock, forcing her head down onto me and making her gag and choke, and holding her head still as I fucked her mouth or raked her face and tongue across my balls.
I took a quick peek at Bob during all this. His eyes are aflame with a ravenous light, and his cock literally pulsated from being overly aroused. After a few more minutes of our raucous back and forth, Bob finally burst into the middle of the circle, yelling the way Lisa described it in her fantasy, "What the fuck are you doing, you stupid whore?"
After Bob's entrance, there's a lot of back and forth verbal parrying between the wife and husband. She's plays at remorseful, he's threatening mock divorce. When Bob tells her to keep sucking me and begins spanking her, that's when our play-acting really deviated from Lisa's fantasy.
Bob came at her hard. His blows on her buttocks sound like shotgun blasts as the sound careens off the walls, and for each hard slap, he's calling her a slut, or whore, or a dirty, cheating cunt. Lisa yelps loudly at each blow as tears start to flow from her eyes. She's in such physical distress at the start of Bob's punishment, she doesn't even have the mental faculties to suck on my cock as ordered.
Suddenly, I feel something stir inside her. It's arousal, quickly followed by surprise. At that moment, it all became clear to me why she included spanking in her fantasy, it was her way to assuage the guilt she felt for having the affair. She literally wanted Bob to punish her, not play act punish, or fantasy act punish, but punish her for real. Lisa wasn't planning on enjoying it, the spanking was only meant as penitence for her sins. However, as Bob continued to rain hard blows down on her ass, she began to get aroused, and it shocked and surprised her that she would have these pleasurable feelings garnered from pain.
Her arousal continues to climb and she's pushed into absolute sexual frenzy. Taking a firm hold of my balls, she forces my cock into her mouth as deep as she can take me, then roughly bobs her head. She's moaning loudly, and her throaty vibrations send wonderful tingles through my cock. Added to that were Bob's repeated spanks, which pushed Lisa forward, and my cock deeper into her mouth, causing my cock to stab hard against the back of her throat, making her gag.
It was all almost too much for her. The feel of my cock in her throat as she gagged on it like a whore, Bob's hard spanks accompanied with his verbal barrage repeatedly calling her a cheating cunt, it was all making her head swim. At last, she had embraced the fantasy and what she was in reality, she *was* the cheating slut wife being punished by the man she loved, and it set her pussy on fire.
Another look of surprise donned her face. She pulled me out of her mouth, and yelled, "Oh fucking fuck me, I can't believe this, I'm going to come. I'm really going to come. Spank me baby. Spank your cheating slut wife. She needs to be punished. Spank me harder, Bob...harder! Yeah, that's it baby, spank my skanky ass. I'm such a dirty, dirty cunt. I lied earlier, Bob. He never asked me. I begged him to fuck my butt, Bob. I got down on my knees and begged him like a dirty slut to fuck my ass with his huge cock, and I loved it. His cock felt so good up there, and he made me come over and over every time he pounded his fat prick deep into my ass. I need to be punished for that. Please! Harder! I'm such a cheating cunt, I don't deserve you."
Whether Bob knew it or not, she was telling him about the two of us, slutty Lisa, the slut wife and me—more confession from the penitent, slut wife.
Then it happened, she peaked.
She screamed, "Fuck, I'm coming!"
Bob hit her again. She screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm coming again!"
Again and again, just like in her fantasy tale, she came each time Bob hit her, and always with a mixed look of surprise and lust donning her face.
Before too long, Bob couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing her hard at the hips, her lifted her hind end and slammed his cock hard into her pussy. I backed away from them at that time, allowing the two lovers to have fun on their own.
He fucked her with fury and lust, and Lisa continued to have one shattering orgasm after the other. They ended their fantasy act as Bob collapsed on top of her, having found his own release. Both lay prostrate in the middle of the circle, panting heavily.
Cheering erupted all around as the curtain came down on the first of many plays.
Sitting back on the lounger next to Karen, she asked, excitedly, "What in the hell was that?"
"Absolution, even if Bob doesn't know it." She wasn't sure what I meant, but before she could ask, I kissed her, saying, "You did good, my love, my mistress Queen. I didn't think this fantasy game of yours would be all that interesting beyond the storytelling, but it is. Well done."
She didn't respond verbally, only blushed. Then a look of pride crossed her face.
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Seeing that Bob and Lisa had finally left the middle of the circle, and hearing that the excited chatter from the guests was beginning to die down, Karen said, "Okay Holly, come into the circle and tell us your deepest fantasy."
Like Lisa before her, Holly was hesitant to reveal too much of herself. She hemmed and hawed, her face turning a bright red as she looked down at the floor in silence.
"Come on, Holly," Karen prodded.
Finally getting up her nerve, Holly responded, "I've got this rape fantasy..."
Everyone was shocked, and literally gasped hearing this confession, none more than Raven.
"Holly!" Raven blurted.
Holly quickly explained herself, "It's not like I want to be yanked from the car and force fucked by some ape. It's more like I'm coerced into it through bad circumstances and I'm reluctant...at least at first."
"What do you mean by, 'bad circumstances?'" Karen asks.
"Well, like sometimes I'm coming up short of money at the end of the month, so I steal some from work just so I can get some food or weed. But my boss finds out, and says I have to fuck him or he'll call the cops, that sort of thing. Now that I'm shacking up with Raven, I have this fantasy that two guys break into our apartment while we're going down on each other, and they kind of force us to have sex with them. At first, we don't like it and we fight back, but the two guys are really cute and they're really good, so we end up loving it, and end up in this really hot four-way."
I looked at Karen in disbelief, and silently mouth, 'Rape fantasy?'
"Hey, don't look at me, you invited her," she responds, slightly annoyed.
I turn back to Holly, "I don't know Holly, a rape fantasy?"
Holly winced at my remark, and then whined, "I made a bad choice of words. It's not really a 'rape' fantasy. It's more like a reluctance or resistance fantasy. Please! Now that you made me spill my guts about it in front of people, I want to feel what it's really like."
I ask, "Just how rough do these guys get in your fantasy?"
"Well they don't stick a shiv in us, or strangle us, but they kinda...sorta...slap us around and stuff. Kinda like what Bob just did to Lisa. Mostly slapping us on the ass and legs, but also in... in the face a few times while calling us a couple of 'lesbo cunts.' They clamp their hands over our mouths so we can't scream. Then they grab us hard and hold us down and start doing stuff, and we're struggling..."
"Okay, okay, I get it," I interrupted, not wanting to hear the whole scenario played out again.
Karen asks me, "What do you think?"
"I think it's a no-go for a lot of reasons. Mostly because it would be easier for us to find a virgin sitting among us than anyone reluctant for sex right now. I just don't see how it could work the way she wants it."
"I'm sorry, Holly," Karen said, "Given the circumstances of the evening, we really can't fulfill your fantasy exactly as you want. We can try something else if you like."
At first, Holly looked disappointed at the news, but her mood brightened quickly as she thought some more, and finally said, "I wouldn't mind doing that four-way from my ra...from my reluctance fantasy."
Karen and I smiled in relief, now that Holly's expectations were less violent and disconcerting. I asked, "Who would you like to join you in the middle of the circle."
"Raven, of course." Holly answered, quickly.
"Raven, join Holly in the circle."
Raven sat next to Holly, mumbling, "I can't believe you put me in the middle of your rape fantasies."
"I'm sorry," Holly said, "But now that I'm living with you, I don't get a lot of chances to be with guys, and you don't like any of my guy friends..."
"Because they're all dipshits, and what the fuck does that have to do with anything?"
"Because I like guys, even if you don't," Holly snapped back, "So I fantasized you're kind of forced into fucking one or two and get to like it, and them.
Raven looked at Holly, incredulously, "You like them so much you fantasize about them raping us? I got news for you, me getting raped isn't going to make me like guys any better."
"Fuck me and my stupid mouth. For the last time, it's not a rape..."
"Getting slapped around and called a 'lesbo cunt' while they stick it in, sounds like..."
"Enough girls," I interrupted, "Who else, Holly?"
Holly and Raven took a moment as they looked over the group of men, whispering and giggling to each other like schoolgirls comparing notes about the boys in a school cafeteria. Holly finally says, "Raven thinks Carl's really cute, and I think Rashid's bedroom eyes are just so very rad." Carl and Rashid were just about to join them in the circle, when Holly stopped them, "Could you guys wait until Raven and I get into it, that way it will feel like you're walking in on us, at least."
Holly and Raven assumed the standard, sixty-nine position, with Raven on top.
Now that they were not officially doing Holly's 'rape' fantasy, Raven felt more at ease with her surroundings, and really let herself get into the 'part.' She placed her arms behind Holly's knees, pulling them up so that they were right against Holly's chest. With Holly's groin now so wonderfully exposed, Raven buried her face full into her friend's pussy, taking loud and long sucking bites to Holly's clit and labia. Such an erotic sight, seeing Raven's lips swallow the upper part of Holly's vulva whole, while her nose was pushed fully into Holly's drenched opening.
Holly took a more gentle track to Raven's vulva, first by softly biting Raven's bald outer labia with her teeth, before diving inward to slowly, and sweetly, lick and suck around Raven's inner labia and clit, all while slipping teasing fingers into her friend's opening.
Raven loved the treatment, as she pressed her groin firmly into Holly's mouth. Then, sliding three fingers into Holly's cunt, she continued to suck roughly at her upper labia and clit.
When it became apparent that Holly and Raven were oblivious to everything else around them, save for their passionate servicing of each other, Rashid and Carl joined them.
Carl set himself down at Raven's head—because she thought him cute—while Rashid went with Holly—so she could stare up into his bedroom eyes. Both of the men joined their lady fair in performing cunnilingus on her lover.
Rashid went high and Carl low, on their respective pussies—*I'll that the high road and you take the low road...*—though Rashid did get to his destination first, they both ended up in the same, relative place, pushing their tongues deep into the dripping hole, while their 'partners,' Raven or Holly, sucked at the other's hardened pebble.
Rashid's hands and lips wandered, however. There was something captivating about Raven's bubble ass he couldn't get enough of—and seeing how it was sticking up in the air, so full and inviting, who could blame him. He didn't fall full in to start, but every now and again, he would take a break from Raven's pussy to kiss and squeeze her buttocks. I could tell he was tempted to put his tongue where the sun don't shine, but he never quite ventured that far—at least not on his own.
Moaning loud and continuously, Raven was loving the on again, off again attention that Rashid was giving to her pussy and ass; but she also getting a bit frustrated with him, as he continually neared her wanted goal, but never quite finding the mark.
Knowing Raven all too well, I heard Holly say to Rashid, "She likes you to put a finger up there."
Rashid either didn't understand or didn't hear Holly, and said, "What?"
Before Holly could answer, Raven reached around, and grabbing Rashid by a hunk of his hair, pulled hard, slamming his face right between her cheeks. She did all this while saying, "I like it there!" Rashid got the message, loud and clear—well almost, using his tongue instead of a finger, but I don't think Raven minded.
Wrapping his arms around Raven's thighs, he sunk fully into all parts of her groin, spending as much time and force digging his tongue into her pussy as he did digging into her anus. To complement Rashid's efforts, Holly overlapped her arms around his. Now, both had wrapped their arms around Raven's thighs. Secured to Raven's legs, Holly pulled her mouth hard into Raven's pussy, sucking mightily on her clit as Rashid continued to plow into Raven's pussy and ass. Raven continued to hold Rashid by the hair, and to augment the feelings imparted by the two at her groin, she shifted her hind end slowly up and down, causing both Rashid and Holly to rake their tongues across her vitals in an erotically lewd fashion.
I whispered to Karen, "I thought this was Holly's fantasy? It seems Raven is enjoying it just as much, if not more."
"Who can blame her?" she answered, with a quiet laugh. "And who would have thought Rashid had a thing for round-bottomed girls?"
"A man after my own heart," I mused. Karen bit my earlobe for that, and began to stroke lovingly at my cock as we continued to watch the four in the circle.
"I want to watch you stick it in her," I heard Raven rasp to Carl.
As Carl shoved his cock deep into Holly's snatch, Holly let out a long, low moan of delight. Raven moaned as well, though it sounded like a deep sigh. "God, that's so hot watching you fuck her wet twat," she sighed again, staring longingly as Carl's cock slowly pumped in and out of her friend.
Laying her chin on Holly's mons, Raven loudly moaned before opening her mouth wide, "Fuck us both with that stiff cock!"
Such inviting and easy targets for Carl—two holes, wet and wanting. Raven still held Holly's legs open with her elbows, then added a special, personal touch, by pulling Holly's labia apart with her fingers and gaping Holly's cunt hole for Carl's tool, and all done while flicking a hard, teasing finger across Holly's swollen clit.
"Quite a versatile, little chubby cunt," I whispered to Karen.
"Makes me wish I were Holly at the moment," Karen whispered back.
As Carl alternated between fucking Holly's pussy and Raven's mouth, Rashid and Holly were playing lewd ping pong with their tongues, batting Raven's clit back and forth between them. To add to Raven's bliss, Holly had slipped both index and middle fingers from each hand into Raven's ass, pushing them completely inside. They had Raven's legs trembling in no time.
Raven couldn't take the subtle torment any longer. With Carl continuing to alternate between his two favored holes, Raven yelled, "Stick you...rrr fat di...ck in mmm...I puss...y!" Her command came out garbled as it did, because each time she opened her mouth, her demands were cut off by Carl's cock.
Rashid had little trouble understanding her, however, and eagerly to complied—well, sort of...
Rashid pushed his cock all the way into Raven's cunt to start, but just before he was about to begin fucking her in earnest, Holly latched onto his hanging balls, and held them securely in her mouth as her nose dug firmly in the area of Rashid's perineum. With his balls trapped as they were, all Rashid could manage were abrupt pelvic bumps against Raven's ass, as Holly continued to roll his heavy balls around in her mouth.
I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like as Holly mouthed Rashid's balls, her chin, which was pressed firmly against Raven's vulva, would shift and slide along her clit. And, if not due to Holly's purposeful rub, Raven did it indirectly as she continued to slide her bottom subtly to and fro against Holly's face.
Whatever the case, by now Raven was so steeped in ecstasy that she had given up on sucking Carl's offered cock. Instead, she laid her head fully on Holly's mons, allowing Carl to concentrate all his pumping efforts into Holly's pussy, while she enjoyed the bliss imparted to her at her business end.
Holly came off Rashid's balls with a sharp 'pop,' and as her own saliva dripped down off his tightened orbs and onto her lips, Rashid commenced a slow, yet forceful fucking of Raven. Holly didn't completely remove her mouth from Rashid genitals, though, and kept her tongue extended so that his balls and shaft would continually rake across it as he thrust into Raven.
I had to admire Holly's dexterity. What with two fingers of a hand still sliding into Raven's ass, she feverishly massaged Raven's clit with her other hand, all while continuing to tongue at Rashid's cock and balls, and done all the while as Carl continued to forcefully pound his cock deep into her cunt.
Again, I whispered to Karen, "Another versatile girl."
"Now I wish I was Raven," Karen chuckled.
"And I wish I was Rashid," I answered, laughingly.
Imbued by the lustful scene being played out by the four, fantasy fuck-mates, all the other guests had fallen into their own sexual venues, and though they kept a watchful eye on the 'actors,' they did so while fucking, sucking, fingering or stroking the others sitting next to them.
Karen was no less aroused than the others, as she straddled my legs in 'reverse cowgirl' fashion so that she could continue to watch the performance, and proceeded to grind my cock deep into her pussy. Denise was still sitting with us, and added her mouth to Karen's clit. Not letting Denise feel slighted, given her lone, oral attentions to Karen, I slipped three fingers into her dripping cunt while roughly massaging her clit with my thumb. She was moaning loudly into Karen's pussy all the while Karen shuddered in climax.
From various points from around the room, and at staggered intervals, I could hear the loud moans, shrieks and screams of those reaching their own orgasmic bliss. The loud crescendos of the onlookers had a cascading effect on the four in the middle of the circle. Just like a gentle snowfall that eventually builds toward an avalanche, the round robin of the audience achieving their own release finally swept across the four performers, causing them to succumb as well.
Raven was the first to go, signaled to all as she clamped her lips tightly onto Holly's vulva. Moaning loudly through clenched lips, I could see her cheeks and jaw working in frenzy as she tongued forcefully on Holly clit. A trickle of her ejaculate escaped from around Rashid's pounding cock, to fall blithely into Holly's opened mouth. Seeing and tasting her friend's release, Holly added hot sauce to Raven's already shuddering goose, and clamped her mouth around Raven's clit, as well.
More of Raven's ejaculate flowed out as she bucked and thrashed to the repeating waves of climax slamming into her. However, even though she was falling fast into the orgasmic fog of obliviousness, she still had the presence of mind to perform one, last salacious act, and slipped two fingers between Holly's parted buttocks and into her anus.
Raven's fingers triggered both Holly and Carl into climax, with Holly barely beating Carl to the punch.
Holly arched her back as she came, lifting both Raven and herself off the floor. It was amazing to watch, given Holly's frail and gaunt frame, that she had the strength to lift Raven into the air. She stayed like that, fully arched, her back straining against the added weight for the longest of moments, before her body slammed back to Earth, steeped in convulsions.
Not to be outdone by the women, Carl, with his own brand of sexual panache, pulled out of Holly in mid-climax to shoot one, hot blast of cum after the other across Raven's now serene face. Raven accepted Carl's gifts without complaint, and opened her mouth to receive the rest of his load while continuing to slowly pump his cock with her fist.
Last but not least, Rashid quickly followed Holly and Carl. Grabbing Raven's hips, he slammed fully into her. Then, uttering one last, long groan, he held himself tight against her as he unloaded. It was a large load, too, for when he removed himself, long, thick globs of his semen flowed rapidly from Raven's opening and dripped heavily onto Holly's face.
Holly licked what she could of Rashid's leavings from around her mouth and chin, before clamping her mouth over Raven's opening and licking up what continued to flow out. Raven did the same for her, smearing Carl's ejaculate that was hanging from her chin and Carl's cock across Holly's pussy, before cleaning it all with her attentive tongue.
I whispered to Karen, "Oops, it looks like Phil's going to get jealous."
Laughing at my little joke, Karen asked Holly, mirthfully, "Was that anything like your fantasy?"
The two women only giggled a response as they continued to clean and sweetly suck on each other.
To all the guests, Karen said, "Let's take a little break everyone so that these two can clean themselves properly, and give the rest of you another chance to satisfy your urges before we start the next fantasy."
She really didn't have to add that last part, as most of the guests were already well on their way to satisfaction.
Karen kissed me deeply before requesting with a raspy voice, "I think it's time you stick your fucking cock in my ass now."
I laughed. "And I think it's time to give Denise a chance, so you can return the favor."
"You are such a sweet man," Denise said, melodiously, while she tried to mount me the same way as Karen had done moments before.
"Get on the other way, cock slave," I said, stopping her, "I want to watch your elfin face with those cute creases as you come."
Looking directly into me with a fir in her eyes, she answered, "Oh yes Master, thank you."
Karen, with a big smile curling her lips, asked with mock disappointment, "Hey, what am I supposed to do?"
"I think you should attend to my cock slave the way you had Linda attend to me."
I slid way down on the lounger so that Denise was nearly lying flat on top as she mounted me. Grabbing her buttocks firmly, I spread Denise's cheeks wide, as she began a slow, rhythmic up and down glide with her pelvis.
I felt Karen's hands clasp mine on Denise's derriere. At first, and like always, she began low and slow, tonguing and sucking my balls. It wasn't long, though, before I felt her tongue inching upward and licking my shaft each time it emerged from Denise's pussy. Karen continued her climb, nibbling with lips and gentle teeth at Denise's labia, right at the junction where they curled and hugging tightly around my cock. Denise let out a low moan while closing her eyes to the bliss. Then she smiled, forming those lovely creases around her mouth that I find so endearing.
Karen added rhythmic pressure with her hands to match Denise's rhythmic pelvis, and as she alternated between tonguing Denise's labia and her perineum, commanded, "Fuck our Master's cock well, cock slave. Faster!"
Denise quickened her pace, as Karen continued to help her pelvic movements with her hands. She was no longer nipping at Denise's labia, but concentrated all her efforts with a flicking tongue to her perineum.
"Faster," Karen moaned.
Denise began to lift, rather than shift, her pelvis up and down. A soft slapping sound was made each time her groin hit mine.
"That's right, cock slave. Fuck that big cock," Karen purred, as she pulled and gently squeezed my balls. "Oh, his balls are so heavy, cock slave. So full of cum. Make him come for me, cock slave."
I heard Karen spit right before she pressed her tongue between Denise's spread cheeks. I could feel her chin rubbing against my shaft as she worked her tongue in and around Denise's asshole.
Denise, still with eyes closed, said softly, "Did I tell you that you were a sweet man, my Master? Oh, so sweet."
Moments later, I felt Karen insert a finger or three where her tongue had been. Her knuckles pressed firmly against my cock as she worked her fingers inside of Denise.
Denise didn't last much longer after that as I felt the warm rush of her ejaculate. Her body went limp against mine. I continued to fuck her, replacing her pelvic lifts with my own pumping, while Karen continued to work her fingers within Denise's ass.
It wasn't long before I felt Denise stiffen against me, as she uttered, breathlessly, "Fuck, I'm coming again," and again, I felt the warm rush of her fluid.
She clamped her mouth against mine, pushing her tongue deep inside of me. Her body stiffened again and again she came.
The pattern kept repeating itself every twenty or thirty seconds, for a few minutes more, as her body continually went from limp, to stiff, to achieving a deep, wet, intense climax.
She released my mouth when it ended, laying her head on my chest, sated and breathless.
"And I thought I got you out of being such a quiet fuck," I said to her.
Her only response was to look into my eyes, smile with those perfectly accenting creases around her mouth, and say, earnestly, "I want you to come, my Master."
"We both do," Karen echoed Denise's desire, as she moved forward to kiss me as well.
I had yet to come that evening. No reason for it, really, except I was seeing how long I could go while waiting for that perfect moment. Even through all the acts of double penetration with all the ladies, I had kept my 'powder dry.' I don't mind saying that, at times, it was a difficult task to achieve, but I managed. However, Karen knew I was holding myself back, and Denise sensed the same. Now, they both wanted me to truly enjoy the moment with just them, together. I seemed to have reached that perfect moment.
Bringing both of their mouths into mine, we kissed together, as one. Then lying back, I told them, "So you want me to come. Then suck, cock slaves. No rimming, use very little hand, just suck on my cock like you did that night when I gave you your chains, and make me come."
Karen flipped around, still lying on top of me, while Denise parked herself on the other side of my member, down by my balls. They both took hold of the base of my shaft to keep me stable, and started with slow, sensuous licking and kissing around my cockhead.
Now that I had resigned myself to let go, it wouldn't take me long, or give them much effort in making me come, I was more than halfway to bliss already. I noticed that Jack was recording the scene just a few feet away. He had an unobstructed view of Denise and Karen as they started their slow glide about my cock. I was going to give him an excellent show.
Karen and Denise didn't bother teasing my cock, or kissing each other between short sucks, as was their normal routine. Instead, they took a very serious approach at imparting the greatest amount of pleasure that they could to me. They never rushed, or fell into feverish, frenetic sucking. Neither did they try to swallow me whole, or force my cock as far into their mouths as they could. Yet, they still sucked me purposefully, but gently, and did it, oh, so slowly.
It was just a simple lick-suck technique they used. First, starting at mid-shaft, they performed a bold, firm lick to my shaft as they slid toward the top. Then, in one continuous motion, they would pull me into their mouths, pulling me in a little way past my cockhead while apply the right amount of suction, before moving back up and off me. As one finished with her bob, the other would start her bold glide to the top and repeated the bob.
They never changed the tempo of their licks and glides, or the force of their sucking bobs. Before long, though, their simple technique had my back arching well off the lounger and my cock so stiff from pleasure they didn't need to hold it steady with their hands.
I didn't tell them I was about to come, but they could guess I was close, given the strain in my cock, the deep, purplish hue of my cockhead, and the long, low groans I rumbled right before I released.
I was in Karen's mouth when I let go. She was ready for it, and handled it smoothly. Once I started coming, neither Karen nor Denise continued to suck. Instead, they simply applied firm pressure, pressing their lips and tongue against my cock, while sliding their heads up and down along my shaft, and always making sure to rake their succulent mouths across my cockhead throughout my orgasm. It was wonderful.
I'm not sure how much, or for how long I climaxed. A lot of it went shooting into the air, landing somewhere in the carpet, but I came long enough and hard enough to hear Jack loudly exclaim, "Jesus fucking Christ, it's a fucking gusher," bringing the attention of the others to our lounger, and who promptly began cheering and clapping in long revelry.
As I finally relaxed back into the lounger, I heard Bob say, matter-of-factly, "Okay, I've got Karen and Denise next."
All of us started laughing.
I finally opened my eyes as the cheering died down to see both Karen and Denise looking back at me. They wore broad smiles and laughed heartily as thick strands of cum hung and dripped heavily off their faces—they were fully covered from chin to nose, with quite a few hard shots plastered to their foreheads and stuck in their hair.
I smiled back, and asked, breathlessly, "What's so funny, my sluts?"
Denise answered, giggling, "We told you, just like a bear cub snacking on blueberries."
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It was about ten minutes later, after Karen and Denise had cleaned themselves, and all the others were temporarily content, that the game started anew.
Karen looked over the other guests, then said, "Candice, come into the circle."
Without hesitation, she jumped in right away, her big tits bouncing lewdly as she did, and unlike the others up to this point, she seemed thrilled to divulge her fantasy.
"I know some of you are going to think this is kinda weird, but here goes. This happened a long time ago with my first boyfriend. We were going hot and heavy at the time, but we hadn't really done anything yet except kiss a lot. I let him get to second base a couple of times, but that was about it. Usually, he'd come over and we'd watch TV and wait for my parents to go to bed, then we'd start fooling around. This one time we're making out on the couch, and he's got this huge boner digging into my stomach through his pants. We're kissing heavy, and he's playing with my tits and I'm really hot. Well, one thing leads to another, and I got Jimmy's pants down and I'm stroking his cock. His was the first cock I ever felt, or even looked at, and it's really turning me on. I stop kissing Jimmy because I really want to look at his dick as I stroke it, and to see what happens. So, I sit on the edge of the couch, down by his waist, touching it, playing with it, squeezing his balls, feeling it all over, you get the idea."
"Did you lose your cherry that night?" Karen asked.
"No, we didn't have any rubbers and I knew enough not to fuck without protection. Besides, I really just wanted to play with his dick. I didn't even think about fucking."
"Jimmy probably did," Karen said, laughingly.
"Maybe, but he didn't say anything. I think he was just happy I was feeling him up. He was really moaning loud as I played with him. Anyway, the stairs leading up to the bedrooms are right in front of the couch. My parents had this ranch-style home so the staircase isn't very long, just eight or ten steps, so short you can easily see the whole couch from the top of the stairs. So, as I'm giving Jimmy a hand job, I see a figure out of the corner of my eye at the top of the stairs. It's my dad. The stairway is dark, but I can easily tell it's him. I guess Jimmy's moaning got him up. Well, I freeze. I just sit there with my head down, because I was too afraid to look up at him, and I know he's going to come barreling down the stairs and kick Jimmy's ass and lock me in my room. So, I'm waiting, and waiting, but nothing's happening. I take another quick peek up the stairs, and I see him...I see him stroking himself."
"Wait a minute," Karen interrupted, "This is your fantasy? I thought you were telling us something that actually happened."
"It did. I caught my dad jacking off as I was jacking off my boyfriend."
Karen was dumbfounded for a moment, then asked with an embarrassed giggle, "Oh my god, what did you do?"
"Nothing at first, because I was really confused and I couldn't believe my dad was jacking off watching me. I just sat for a long time, holding Jimmy's dick, but not doing anything with it and wondering what I should do. Then I got really turned on, even more than I was before. You see, my dad and me never had a good relationship. I always had a weight problem, and he would always call me shitty names, half joking of course, but they still hurt; things like, 'Chubs,' 'Thunder Thighs' or 'Little Miss Rolly Polly,' and a lot of other crap I've forgotten..."
"And Peaches," I said, interrupting her.
She nodded her head at first, then said, "That came later, after he saw me with Jimmy. I didn't mind that name so much. It didn't remind me of how fat I was. Anyway, he never really liked me, or so I thought, but now, he's at the top of the stairs beating off, and it's turning me on because I'm turning him on. I start stroking Jimmy again, but I'm keeping an eye on dad, mimicking his stroking movements on Jimmy. Kind of like getting first hand lessons on how to jerk off a guy. Before I know it, Jimmy's dick explodes in my hand, and my tits get plastered with the first shot."
Everyone started laughing at that, particularly the women, most of whom probably had their own experiences to tell about trip-wire cocks going off without warning.
"You have to understand I was really young and dumb, and I really didn't know what happens when you jerk a guy off. So when I see this white stuff shooting out of him I quick jump off the couch, thinking I hurt him somehow. Now, Jimmy's in the middle of this humungous cum blast, groaning in pain because I had stopped stroking. He quickly starts beating off for release. I'm standing next to him watching as one cum blast after the other shoots out his prick, covering his stomach all the way up his chest. I was amazed, and so fucking horny watching him jerk himself like my dad was doing, and still all this cum keeps shooting out of him. I peek up the stairs again to see dad's reaction, but he's gone."
"Did your father ever say anything to you about what happened?" Karen asked.
"Nope, not a word, except he started calling me Peaches afterwards."
"What's your fantasy, then?"
"Ever since that night, I think about what would happen if my dad came down the stairs like I thought he was going to, but instead of being mad, he starts coaching Jimmy and me in having sex. He teaches me how to fuck, what positions to fuck in, how to suck a guy's prick down to his nuts, everything. Teaching Jimmy as well, on how to do a girl I mean. At the end of the teaching session, he makes me jerk him off and gives me a facial."
"Interesting! I was thinking that Jack could play Candice's father," Karen opined, "But you and Denise never had any children." She saw both Jack and Denise shake their heads before continuing, "I really think this part needs a man who has children, particularly daughters; any volunteers?"
Bob didn't hesitate, "I'd like to play Candice's dad if it's okay."
"Excellent Bob," Karen answered, brightly, "Now, let's see who should play Jimmy? Jimmy's young, so they should appear naive and inexperienced, and it sounds like they should be filled to overflowing with cum. Phil, how about you? That certainly was a humongous cum blast you did for me earlier. You want to play Jimmy?"
"I...I guess so."
Karen rolled her eyes, and reminded him, "Like a man, Phil."
"Yes, Queen Bitch."
"That's better."
Phil and Candice assumed the positions on the floor, the way Candice had described in her fantasy—Phil lying with Candice sitting beside him and leaning over his crotch supported by an arm.
It was quite a sight seeing Candice tenderly playing with Phil's cock, just as she probably did to her first lover, Jimmy, exploring a man's phallus for the first time with youthful curiosity, mixed with lustful hesitation. She added variations to the hand job from her gained experiences from over the years, of course, such as rubbing Phil's cock along her massive breast as they hung down, or dropping a large spit bomb onto his shaft to help with lubrication. All in all, however, she assumed the teenage girl persona from her youth.
Phil just laid quietly, enjoying her treatment, occasionally rubbing her back in a soothing manner. He was playing the naive teenager getting his first hand job to a tee, not doing anything too bold, or demanding that more be done to him, which might scare his girlfriend and keep her from finishing her sensual massage.
A large drop of pre-ejaculate fluid had formed at the top of Phil's cockhead, and Candice was eyeing it intently—probably wondering if she should do something with it or just let it fall. Bob loudly made his patriarchal entrance, at that point, "So this is what you do when your mother and I go to bed!"
Candice let go of Phil's—Jimmy's—cock, and sat up stiffly, assuming the posture of a surprised and shameful daughter. Phil also did his part, playing the youthful lothario caught diddling a scornful father's daughter, by backing away from Candice and Bob as if he were about to bolt from the scene.
"Stay right where you are," Bob bellowed at Jimmy, "There's no point in trying to hide."
"Please, daddy," Candice whined, "Don't hurt Jimmy..."
"Why not? He thinks he can take advantage of you, and in my home, no less. Probably get you knocked up, and joins the army so he doesn't have to marry you!"
"No daddy, it wasn't like that."
"Oh, so he wasn't taking advantage of you. So you instigated it, you slut!"
"No!"
"No, my ass. I thought your mother and me raised you better than to put out for the first Johnny-come-lately with a stiff prick. Now, sit on his face!"
"What?"
"You heard me, little Miss Chubs. If you're going to be a slut in my house, then you had better learn to do it right. I don't want you getting knocked up like some stupid cunt, making me a grandfather before I'm ready. Now, straddle Jimmy's head with those thunder thighs and sit on his face. Or should I call your mother?"
"No daddy, please, I'll do what you want, just don't tell mom."
"You're damn right you'll do what I want, or out the door you go. Then you can sell your ass for a living on the street corner like the rest of the whores."
Candice started to mount 'Jimmy' facing forward, but her 'dad' stopped her.
"No, no, no! The other way Chubs, face the other way," 'dad' said, and continued talking, as 'daughter' complied. "The first thing you have to learn is to keep your pussy away from his dick. That's rule number one. It'll keep you from getting knocked up and ending up living on welfare. I've never met a guy yet who'd marry a fat whore that already has three screaming brats, probably all from three different sperm donors."
As Bob, acting the dad, continued to berate her, using offensive language, and calling her a 'fat whore,' 'slut,' and especially 'thunder thighs' and 'Chubs'—her real father's nicknames for her—Candice's face and upper torso turned an amazing shade of scarlet from the verbal abuse. Those watching were probably under the impression that Candice's flush coloration was due to feelings of embarrassment, or even anger, at being treated so rudely in front of strangers, but I knew from my time with her at the office, and those subsequent in the motel, it was from arousal. Bob was treating her as her real father had treated her—or close enough, at any rate. It was the verbal abuse she suffered as a young girl that fueled her fantasy today.
Candice knelt over 'Jimmy,' her upper torso propped up by her arms with her groin hovering inches above his mouth, and waited for more instructions.
'Dad' knelt down close to 'Jimmy's' head, and said, "If you ever knock my daughter up, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to my dog. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," 'Jimmy' squeaked.
"Now Jimmy, have you ever eaten pussy?"
"No sir."
"Then it's time you learn."
'Dad' ran his fingers around his daughter's labia for a moment, then stopped to pinch her clitoris between two fingers as he pulled it away from her body. "See that," 'dad' asked, "That's her magic button. It's what she diddles at night when she's playing with herself, and it makes her feel good. You want my daughter to feel good, don't you Jimmy?"
"Yes sir."
"That's good. Now I want you to suck on that little button of hers. Just put it in your mouth, suck on it, and work your tongue all around it...that's good, Jimmy."
As 'Jimmy' latched onto her clit, Candice immediately pushed her vulva firmly into 'Jimmy's' face while arching her back to the pleasure. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, and wiggled her ass, forcing her clit to slide across 'Jimmy's' probing tongue.
A few of the spectators sighed and giggled at the blissful rapture stamped across Candice's face. Gabby vocalized what most were thinking, "Phil can clean a pussy, that's for sure. All that practice makes him an exceptional box licker." Everyone chuckled.
"Oh, that's good, Jimmy. She likes it. You can tell; feel how wet she is." 'Dad' ran his fingers along Candice's labia again, as 'Jimmy' sucked, then dipped two fingers into her hole. "Feel how wet she is, Jimmy. Run your fingers around there just like I did...that's good. Keep doing that as you suck on that button, and don't forget to put a couple of fingers into her dripping hole. Now remember, I don't even want to see your dick going anywhere near that hole. The only thing that's ever going in there are your fingers or your tongue. Keep sucking on that button until Peaches tells you to stop."
Candice's eyes snapped open when she heard her pet name, 'Peaches,' and her face turned even redder from piqued arousal.
Then 'dad' knelt beside Candice, and said, "The second rule for a girl is never give him something without getting something first. Don't be a stupid whore like you were when I caught you, giving him a hand job without getting something for it. Understand?"
Candice nodded a response.
"That's my Peaches. Now, remember what I told Jimmy, never let him put his dick in your cunt."
"Yes daddy."
"But he's going to want to put it somewhere, so instead, you're going to let him put it in your mouth. You know what a blowjob is?"
"Yes daddy...I mean, I've heard what they are."
"Of course you do; all you chubby sluts know about sucking dick. Now show me how good you can suck on Jimmy's dick."
For the longest time, 'dad' silently watched the two in a very passionate sixty-nine, but just when it looked like one or the other was nearing release, 'dad' changed the game, surprising everyone—especially me.
"Oh, you're doing it all wrong. That's no way to suck cock. You may know what a blowjob is, but you sure don't know how in practice. You're going to pull his dick out at the roots if you keep tugging on it like that."
"I'm sorry, da..."
"Shut up you stupid whore...Mother!" When Bob yelled 'mother,' he beckoned to Lisa with a wave of his hand. Lisa hesitated, not sure what Bob was doing. Bob beckoned again, saying, "Mother, come down here."
As 'mother'—Lisa—made her way into the middle of the circle, 'dad' said to her, "Look what your daughter, Barb..." Bob caught himself in a Freudian slip, and finished correctly, "Look what Candice has been doing when we're asleep." Most everyone missed his *faux pas*, except for me and Karen, and Lisa, of course.
"Oh my god, our daughter's a slut!" Lisa exclaimed with fake shock and surprise, and falling neatly into the 'mother role' Bob wanted her to play. "How long has this been going on?" she asked her 'daughter.'
'Dad' answered, "That's not important. Lucky for us I caught them when I did, before she did something really stupid. I've been doing my best teaching them how to stay out of trouble, but something's need your expertise." 'Dad' shifted his focus back to his 'daughter,' "Barbara, honey..."
"Candice," Candice corrected him.
Bob slapped his forehead, and said with embarrassment, "Shit, sorry. Bar...I mean Candice, honey, it's about time you found out that your mother is probably the best little cocksucker in the county. In fact, I caught her, just like I caught you, blowing another guy in our bed just the other day."
"Mother!" Candice exclaimed.
'Mother' looked down at the floor in mock embarrassment.
"That's right, Barbara, seems all the women in my life are turning out to be whores and sluts."
There was that 'slip' again, only this time Candice didn't bother correcting him. It was happening so much that I got the feeling it was purposeful. I whispered harshly into Karen's ear, "If you're doing this, then stop."
Karen looked shocked at my rebuke, and whispered back, "I'm not doing a thing. He's doing it all on his own."
I looked at her sideways in disbelief. With an earnest look, Karen crossed her fingers over her heart, and whispered, "I swear."
"Holy fuck," I hissed.
The fantasy was no longer about teaching a young girl the art of lovemaking, at least not the young girl straddling Phil's head. It was morphing into something completely different.
I returned my attention to the players. Bob and Lisa were now on their knees in front of Candice—who, unbeknownst to her, would soon morph into the Grant's daughter, Barbara. For the moment, Phil was taking a break from eating out Candice, and waited patiently, running a teasing finger along Candice's labia to occupy his time.
Bob was talking to Lisa, "I want you to show our daughter the proper way to suck cock." Then tapping Phil on the leg, he said loudly, "And you, Jimmy, get back to pleasing my daughter."
Lisa put her face on the other side of Phil's cock so that it was between Candice and her. Then Lisa said to Candice, "Let me see what your father disapproves of. Show me how you suck."
Candice sucked on Phil's cock the same way she sucked on mine, and probably the same way she sucked any cock. I always thought she was an okay cocksucker, showing more enthusiasm for the art, rather than technique. She tended to suck too hard and too fast, and used too much hand at the wrong time.
Lisa watched her a bit. Then, as prescribed by the fantasy—although now, Bob's fantasy it would seem—she broke in as teacher, "Oh baby, give momma that cock for a minute." Between long licks and short sucks to Phil's shaft and head, Lisa instructed, "Take your time baby, and enjoy it. Start out with a teasing tongue and lips. Remember, if you make him feel good with your mouth, he won't even think about sticking it in your pussy."
"Good advice. Listen to your mother, Barbara," Bob said.
Lisa passed Phil back to Candice, watched, then instructed some more, "That's good, Barbara, but use a light touch with those hands. You don't have to hold him so firm, just enough to move him around your mouth. And don't worry about stroking him yet...good girl."
There was that Freudian slip again. Now Lisa was voicing the error.
"Okay baby, now give momma back his cock, I want to show you something." Lisa held Phil's cock at the base, and said, while pointing at the tip, "See that drop? That's called pre-cum. Whenever you see it, it means he's getting close. I like to swirl it around a bit with a finger. It drives your father mad, doesn't it honey?"
"Oh yeah," Bob answered, breathless.
Lisa demonstrated the technique, causing Phil's cock to jump and twitch in her hand. She ran a firm thumb up his shaft, causing another drop to emerge, and again, swirled her finger around his cockhead. Phil's cock jumped again, and quivered in delight even after Lisa removed her fingers.
Lisa passed him back to Candice, saying, "Here, you try it, Barbara."
Candice repeated the swirl a few times, and had Phil's cock dancing in her hand at the sensation. Phil's cock wasn't the only thing that was squirming. Phil's face was fully buried between Candice's legs, and he was really going to town on her pussy. Besides the oral delight, he had slipped three fingers inside her cunt, and was working them expertly, in and out.
Candice arched her back further from the pleasure, and gasp, "Jimmy really likes it momma. He's really digging into my pussy. It feels so good!"
"Good for you baby, but keep it going. Start sucking on him, slow and even...that's it...now try and pull him in a little further each time...good girl...now give him to me."
Lisa and Candice passed Phil back and forth, with Candice pulling him into her mouth a bit further whenever it was her turn to service him. Eventually, she got him all the way in, as her chin touched his pubis.
"He's all yours, Barbara, honey" Lisa said, giving Candice free rein.
Candice didn't do much other than keep her head steady as Phil actually took the reins by fucking her mouth. Occasionally, Candice would back away so she could grab some air, but she quickly slid her mouth back to the same spot once refreshed.
Phil, with his head still firmly buried in Candice's pussy and four fingers now buried in her hole, was thrusting at an ever increasing rate. Candice tightened her lips around his cock, and her nostrils flared has she tried to draw in enough air. Both of them were close to coming, and it was only a question of who would go first.
It was Candice. Backing off Phil's cock, she pushed her ass back into his face hard, and moaned, "I'm going to come, mommy!"
"Come for momma, Barbara, honey. Make Bob proud or you," Lisa said. She was about to jump on Phil's cock now that Candice had released him, but Bob stopped her, saying, gruffly, "I want to see Barb take it in the face." As such, Lisa only stroked Phil's cock slowly, waiting for the right moment.
The right moment came seconds later, when Candice's body was in orgasmic spasm. Phil uttered a load, guttural yelp, and thrust his cock hard in Lisa's hand. Grabbing Candice by the hair, Lisa barely had enough time to yank her head down, while saying, "Daddy's coming baby, open wide."
Another 'slip,' even worse than the Barbara*faux pas.* Lisa was implying that her daughter was sucking daddy's cock, and not her boyfriends. The whole turn around and morphing together of the different fantasies—Candice's becoming Bob and Lisa's—and the changes in the characters involved was beginning to make my head swim.
Phil's cum blast was like the last one of his I'd witnessed, only this time there was a pretty face in front on it. Candice was still in the throes of her orgasm as she took one shot after another into her open mouth. She didn't swallow. Instead, she let the continual shooting ropes of semen fill her mouth until they flowed, heavy and thick, passed her lips and down her chin.
Lisa continued to stroke Phil's cock as she watched each jet of cum fly into Candice's open mouth, all while saying in a soothing, motherly voice, "Good girl, Barbara. Mom and Dad are so proud of you."
As Candice's orgasm began to wane, she pulled Phil's softening cock fully into her mouth, and continued to suck the remnants out of him.
The fantasy wasn't over yet, there was a little matter of satisfying 'daddy.' Bob stood over Candice, and said, "I told you your mother was a good teacher. Now get up on your knees and show daddy what you can do. You too Lisa, I want both my slutty whores servicing me."
With Phil's semen still dripping from her face, Candice, who was back into an overexcited sexual state, latched onto Bob's cock and started to suck on him hard.
Bob put his hand on her forehead, and said with disappointment, "No, no, no! Did you forget what your mother just told you? Slow and easy to start. Lisa, show Barbara again how it's done."
Drawing Bob into her mouth, Lisa sucked on him slowly, repeatedly pulling him nearly all the way in and then out as she applied a little suction. After a few moments, Lisa passed him over to Candice, who copied Lisa's sucking technique.
"Faster now, Barbara sweetheart," Bob said, harshly.
Candice quickened her tempo a bit, while applying a bit more suction. At an opportune moment, Lisa took Bob back from Candice.
They continued to pass Bob back and forth. Every now and again, Bob would tell them to go, 'a little bit faster and suck a little bit harder,' and each time the ladies complied.
Toward the end of the 'mother-daughter' blowjob, both were sucking on him violently, lunging hard onto him and throwing his cock quickly to the back of their throats. Their cheeks were sunken in fully from the suction they applied, and each time they passed Bob to the other, a loud popping loud followed as they broke the seal from around their lips.
As Bob approached climax, he rasped, "Put your cheeks together and jerk it all over your slutty faces."
With their heads together, both Candice and Lisa stroked Bob's cock as he let go.
Breathing heavily, Bob said, "That's how you suck a cock, Barbara. Now, both of you lick your faces clean."
Once Lisa was cleaned, Bob pulled her up to him and they kissed. Just as they were about to sit down with the rest of the guests, Candice finally said what was on everyone's mind, "Did you know you two kept calling me Barbara. Who's Barbara?"
"No we didn't," Lisa scoffed in disbelief.
"Yes you were," everyone chimed in at once.
Mortified, Bob and Lisa turned red at the news. Lisa finally said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Candice. Barbara's...Barbara's our daughter. I can't believe we kept calling you by her name."
Most everyone laughed good-naturedly at the two of them, and passed it off as an innocent slip, but Karen and I knew differently.
Lisa quickly pulled Bob out of the circle and away from the embarrassing situation. Karen and I followed them with our eyes for a moment as they sat back down with the rest of the guests. Bob whispered something in Lisa's ear, and immediately, a weird combination of disgust and lust donned her face. A few moments later, Karen and I saw Lisa mouth, 'We'll see her later.'
Karen whispered slyly, "I think there'll be some very interesting times in the Grant home from now on."
"Holy fuck," was my only reply.
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"Pam, come into the circle and tell us your fantasy, although with your experiences, you've probably done most everything you've desired." Karen said softly.
Already being an experienced swinger, Pam didn't hesitate voicing her wants and desires, as well as her displeasures, "Believe it or not, I still have a few, unfulfilled cunt-throbbers. Oh, and just in case I forget later, tonight's been a wild time. Thank you for having me." She said that last part tongue-in-cheek—a dripping double entendre. "I don't mind telling you that I'm really not into anal sex, and pussy-ass double penetration isn't high on my list, although I have done it before."
"I'm sorry Pam," Karen said modestly, "I'm always under the wrong assumption people will like what I like."
"Don't get me wrong, it was really, really good what happened, and wouldn't mind doing it again tonight, now that I know I can take Will without getting my ass spit open. It's just not my cup of tea...close, but not quite."
"What do you mean, 'close?'"
"It was just the wrong type of doubling. For some reason the opportunity never presented itself before, but I've always wanted to see what it would be like taking two, good sized cocks in the pussy...but now that I'm staring that situation in the face, I'm not so sure I want to try." She said all this while looking between Mark and me.
Karen guessed the reasons for her reluctance, "They are quite large, aren't they? It would be a daunting task trying to fit them both into the same...place. There are other men here, not as large, but who still have a good-sized cock. Carl, for instance, and Rashid, they would fill in nicely."
Some of the other men jerked slightly and suddenly at being unintentionally slighted by Karen.
Pam responded, "No, I've always said if you're going to live, live large, and you can't get much larger than Mark and Will. I'd always kick myself later if I didn't at least, try."
"Good girl," Karen said, impressed, "Now, I know in the heat of action, things can get out of control for all parties rather quickly. So, just in case things start to go wrong, let's give you some safe words to use at a moment's notice. 'Green' will mean everything is wonderful and proceed as normal, 'yellow' will mean wait, and everything stops until you say 'green' again, and 'red' will mean, 'get your fucking dicks out of my pussy now, before I rip your balls off.'"
Everyone laughed at that last bit.
Making my way over to Pam, I asked, "Well, it's your show. How do you want us?"
She shook her head at first, while staring at our members. I'm sure Karen's phrase, 'daunting task,' was rattling around in her brain. Sliding the two ottomans away from the loungers, she put them nearly side-by-side in the center of the circle. She then said, "I guess the easiest thing to do would be for each of you guys to sit on a footstool. You know, facing each other while putting your...ah, dicks together. You know, cock to cock."
It was a bit of a squeeze for Mark and me to sit so close together. We had to spread our legs wide, and not being limber, twelve year old girls, it wasn't easy. Moreover, our knees would get in the way and continually knock together. In the end, we managed with a bit of jockeying. It helped that we could lean back, pushing our groins forward and bracing our hands against the ottoman for support.
When we had assumed the position Pam wanted us in, I heard a loud gasp from Karen. Looking over at her, I saw that her eyes were ablaze as she gazed longingly at our cocks. She worked her fingers slowly across her clit. The visual of Mark and I in contact must have rekindled her homoerotic fantasy of watching two guys getting it on.
I loudly cleared my throat, getting her attention, and gave her a hard look with a subtle headshake.
Snapping out of her trance, she stopped diddling herself and blushed. Seeing the look I gave her, and knowing its meaning, she stuck her tongue out at me, reminding me I was being a wet blanket for spoiling her fun.
Jack also made his presence known, as he knelt down close to the ottomans, recording the scene. With his face shielded by the digital camera as he looked through the viewfinder, he said, "Pam baby, don't you think you should grease those poles first, before trying to slide them in?"
An impish smile creased Pam's lips, as she said, "Always thinking ahead, aren't you Jack."
Wrapping both hands around the base of our cocks, she let a large spitball onto each of our cockheads, then chased after them with abandon. Alternating between the two of us, she took turns with slow sucks, first pulling Mark in a short way, then me, then back again, all while leaving a good amount of saliva behind.
Jack was in full 'Cecil B. Demille' mode, offering Pam direction, "That's it honey, slick those big sticks up. Now drop another spitball, and smear it all over Will's head. That's it, now take your tongue and slide it up between their poles...no, so it sticks out at me between them. Oh man, that's it! Now..."
Karen interrupted, "Jack, this is Pam's fantasy. If you wish to realize yours, you can always trade places with her."
Karen's dig brought a few chuckles from the guests. Denise's laugh was particularly loud and grating on Jack.
When Pam thought she had lubed us up enough with her spit, she took a few more moments to 'size up' the situation. She knelt low so that she could look dead-on at our equipment, sticking straight up, shaft to shaft. I almost laughed seeing the intense look on her face, appearing as a golfer lining up a tricky putt.
"Well, here goes," she finally said with trepidation.
Pam took her position facing Mark, standing between the ottomans and within the open area enclosed by our legs. Standing as she was, with her groin directly over our members, she could safely lower or raise herself as needed, and as much as pleasure or pain would allow.
I gave her behind a little squeeze and a peck to calm her, "Just go slow, Pammy."
She only responded by nodding her head. Then reaching under, she grabbed my cock first, and slowly lowered herself.
It was a good strategy, putting me in first while facing away from me. I noticed when Mark and I were cock to cock, the tip of my cockhead extended a good three inches above Mark's. Pam, I'm sure, noticed that as well. From the position she assumed, she would be able to put me in without having to worry about taking Mark at the same time. Once my fat cockhead was securely inside her, she would have an easier time working Mark in from the front.
She let out a low moan as my cock parted her labia.
Karen asked as a reminder, "What color are you at, Pam?"
"Green," she responded, her voice dripping with excitement.
She slid me all the way in at first to get used to my size. I could tell all that saliva she slathered on us before was superfluous; her cunt was well slickened and dripping with arousal.
Along with my cock, she slid two fingers inside as well, and then moved her whole body up and down. My cock slid effortlessly within her pussy.
"What color are you, Pam?" Karen asked again.
"I'm as green as fucking Ireland. Holy fuck, what a cock!"
"You're welcome," Karen giggled.
Pam was already panting heavily, and her arousal was creeping up to peak, nicely.
Stopping her slide to where I was a couple of inches inside her, Pam grabbed both our cocks and pressed them together with a hand, while keeping the two fingers of her other hand seated in her pussy.
Karen joked, "Can you really hold them both in one hand?"
"Barely, and only if I really stretch and extend my fingers," she laughed, nervously.
"What color?"
Pam laughed again before answering, "I'm so green, grass is going to start growing out of my ass at any second."
Using her two, inserted fingers as a kind of guide/pry bar, she pulled her pussy open a bit while lowering herself. When I felt Mark's cock pushing me hard into the Pam's vaginal wall, I knew he was slipping into her opening.
Pam halted for a moment, adjusting to the introduction of Mark into her pussy. Her panting and moaning went up a decibel.
Unfortunately, Mark, the impatient rouge that he is, tried to push himself in.
"Yellow!" Pam snapped, abruptly halting Mark's advance. "Oh, yellow, yellow, yellow," she continued to hiss through clenched teeth.
"Sorry," Mark said to her.
Pam panted a response, "Don't do that again."
Then she flexed her fingers at the first knuckle, bending them slightly, which pushed Mark's cock more firmly into mine. She must have been widening herself a bit, because after that, I felt Pam nudge her body a little lower. She only lowered herself a fraction of an inch before halting, but removed her fingers. Mark's cockhead was fully inside of her now.
She took her sweet time inching us the rest of the way, slowly lowering herself in short intervals, then halting her progress to adjust to our size—Mark's cock tended to widen a bit toward the base, which was causing her the most trouble, I think.
Each time she halted, she would calmly say, "Yellow," uttered more as a cautionary reminder to Mark and me not to move, rather than that she was in distress.
When I was about halfway inside her pussy, Pam lifted up all the way to where Mark's cockhead was barely inside. Looking over at Jack, who was still recording, she said, "Jack, squirt some lube on their cocks."
Jack went wide-eyed, "What?"
Pam rolled her eyes at his hesitation, and said, forcefully, "Goddamnit Jack, just put some fucking lube on them, it doesn't mean you're gay!"
Jack got the bottle of lube, but still hesitated, looking between us and the bottle, as if he was unsure how to proceed.
Finally, Denise said, exasperated, "Here, I'll do it," and snatched the bottle out of his hand.
It took Denise only a few moments to smear our exposed cocks thoroughly with the slick, heavy fluid. After which, she pushed the bottle back into Jack's hand, saying, "You're such a pansy."
Now it was Jack's turn to voice incredulity, "I'm reluctant to touch another guy's dick, and that makes me a pansy? It doesn't make sense!"
"Oh, shut up," was all Denise said further on the subject, and sat back down.
Now that we were good and greased, Pam moved her body up and down, smearing the lube further about us and within her pussy. Once she got Mark and me to the same point as before, she proceeded to inch us further in.
The lube helped, as her progress went a bit faster now; although she did halt a few more times, while panting the now, customary, "Yellow,' to us as a reminder.
The last couple of inches she lowered herself slid in the easiest. It was so erotic watching that fine, tight ass of hers finally make soft contact with my body.
*This is Tranquility Base, Houston. The Eagle has landed.*
A cheer erupted from the onlookers as Pam signaled them success by beaming a smile.
"Okay guys," she began to say, after a few moments of 'adjustment' wiggles with her ass, "No moving on your own until I say 'green,' and when I do, just go nice and easy."
By now, Mark and I were leaning back, resting on our elbows, as Pam moved her body up and down. First, by taking short, slow strokes so that her pussy stayed near the base of our cocks, but then followed by longer body glides, raising herself nearly to Mark's cockhead, then lowering to touch base once again.
I had an unobstructed view between her legs, as did Mark. I could see her inner labia, glistening with lubricant and arousal, protrude well away from her body and tightly wrapped around our cocks. A more erotic visual than that was to watch our thick tools first emerge then disappear into her cunt as she moved, slowly and smoothly, up and down—a true sight to behold.
Her arousal was fast climbing to the peak. I slowed its progress with my mind. I wanted this to last a bit longer, but it was all I was going to do on that score. The rest would be done the old-fashioned way.
She stopped raising herself when I was at about mid-shaft, and panted, "Green," then remained motionless, allowing Mark and I to do the work.
Like she asked of us, we began an easy, slow pumping action.
Now, without even a thin membrane separating us, the sensations and raw, erotic flavor were incredible, feeling Mark's cock sliding against mine, snug within her tight confines, and fully saturated by her warm slickness.
"What's your color, Pam?" I heard Karen ask, laughingly.
"Oh my god, green," she panted.
"As if I couldn't tell, seeing that utter look of ecstasy cross your face."
I felt Mark quicken his pace slightly.
Pam did too, as she blurted, "Oh green. Yes I'm green!"
I quickened my pace as well, matching Mark's.
"Oh Jesus, green!"
We began ramping up speed and force of our thrusts a little at a time, and each time our changes in tempo were met with a verbal, 'Green.'"
Mark and I had come to the point where we were pumping at a decent rate. We weren't thrusting all the way into her pussy, but we were taking longer, faster strokes. Because of our quick rate, our cocks would periodically shift about within her, trading places as it were, on either side of her cunt hole. It usually happened when Mark was pushing in. I'd feel him start to come up on one side of my cock, before it would shift over quickly to the other side, and each time we snapped over to different sides of her pussy, Pam belted out, "Green!"
Before long, Mark and I were pumping in as deep and as fast as we could. Pam was nearing that wonderful pinnacle of bliss, and all was green all the time, as she moaned and shouted different phrases of green, "Jesus it's green! Oh, I'm green! Yes, I'm green! Fuck, I'm green! Fuck me, I'm green! Fuck me green! Fuck me green! Fuck me green..." She continued shrieking 'Fuck me green,' all the way to climax.
When she found release, she fell forward hard into Mark, causing him to lie all the way back on his ottoman. Her rapid, forward slump away from me nearly snapped my dick off it her pussy. Somehow, I was able to get off my ottoman and lean over the two without pulling completely out of her. Now that I was above her and with full use of my legs, I proceeded to slam-fuck her as hard as I could, driving all the way in.
"Oh my god!" she screamed, as I continued to pound into her.
"Are you green, baby?" I asked, laughingly.
"Yes!" she screamed again.
"Still green?"
"Yes!"
"How about now?"
"Fuck yes! Yes! Yes!"
I felt another thick, warm substance envelop my cock, other than Pam's continuous ejaculate, and knew Mark found his release, as well.
When Pam's body went limp and her arms dropped from Mark's chest, hanging lifeless off the ottoman, I finally pulled out of her.
I stood there a bit, watching her suck in air like a turbine. A thick and milky mixture of cum and arousal oozed from her pussy and from around Mark's cock, which was still lodged inside of her. The same mixture coated and dripped from my still hard cock.
When I thought she rested enough, I put my dripping cock close to her mouth, spanked her firmly for attention, and commanded, "Clean us."
Clean us she did.
Sexual excitement and temperatures were running high in the spectators after watching Pam's fantasy realized. As such, Karen allowed another ten-minute break in the game to give everyone the chance to satisfy his or her bubbling urges.
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As the loud moans and heavy panting of the guests began to die down, Karen said, "Darcy, honey, take your turn in the middle of the circle,"
Darcy, being such a petite woman, looked every bit the little girl as she sat on the floor surrounded by the rest of us. If not for her ample breasts, most people would guess she were no more than a young teenager. What added to her allure of youth was her cute habit of cocking her head to the side in a child-like, inquisitive manner whenever asked a question, or when musing about a particular subject. She sat like that, now, cross-legged, her cute little head cocked to the side, as she thought about her one, deep fantasy.
Looking at her hands as she curled and knotted her fingers together in a nervous manner, she spoke, "I doubt if my fantasy will even come close to everyone else's. I feel kind of silly thinking..." She didn't finish her thought, but continued to stare at her knotting fingers as she blushed.
Karen said, soothingly, "Whatever you might think about yourself, Darcy, your fantasies have meaning to Sir and I. Never think they're too small or not intriguing enough. You're a dear friend and we love you. Anything you find meaningful is important to us."
Darcy smiled at Karen's comforting words, "Well, like Candice, this happened to me when I was very young. My dad..."
Darcy barely got the words out, before Gabby rudely blurted, "Oh God, not another daddy fetish!"
Piqued to anger at being interrupted when she was baring her soul, Darcy yelled, "Goddamn it Gabby, that's not it at all. Just let me fucking finish, before you fucking go off half-cocked!"
It was a bit comical hearing such rough language coming from someone with her petite stature and soft-spoken demeanor. After a moment's pause, Darcy continued, "Now, as I was going to say, my dad had this collection of porn videos. He had them squirreled away deep in his closet. Anyway, Dian and I found them one time when we were rummaging through his closet looking for what he got us for Christmas. He and mom used to always hide our presents there, and Dian and I would always peek before mom wrapped them."
"What did you think when you found them?" Karen asked.
"I really didn't know what to make of them at first. I mean, I knew they were movie videos, but they had pictures of naked women all over the covers. So they didn't look like the typical family movies we'd rent from the video store. They didn't show any naked guys or sex stuff on the covers, just naked women in sexy poses."
"Were they actually X-rated videos?"
Darcy blushed and became wide-eyed before answering, "Oh yeah, they were defiantly hard-core porn, as I found out a couple of weeks later."
Everyone laughed at Darcy's embarrassed reply.
"So, it's two weeks later, and it was my first, unsupervised slumber party. I had invited three of my girlfriends for a sleepover. Mom and dad thought I was old enough to be alone and take care of Dian. They were visiting friends for dinner, and wouldn't be home until late. Dian, who's a couple of years younger than me, went to bed early. So, the four of us are sprawled out in my room. We're in our PJs and wrapped up in sleeping bags, eating popcorn, talking and laughing. You know, the usual slumber party thing. Anyway, we got on the subject of Christmas presents, and I tell them about these movies I found with the naked ladies when I was looking for my presents. After I tell them this, my girlfriends ask me to go get one to show them. Now, my dad had about five or six of these movies, and I didn't know one from the other, so I just grabbed one at random. Mom and dad had a TV with a VCR in their bedroom, so we all sat on their bed and watched...and we watch...oh my, did we watch."
Karen asked, "How old were you, Darcy?"
"I don't know, probably thirteen or fourteen. I know I was out of puberty, because I was beginning to get interested in boys."
"After watching it did you...you know...experiment...play with each other?"
"Oh no, at least not together. I think we were all in shock, at first. I don't even think we watched the whole thing. Me, or maybe Cath, turned it off before the end, after this one, really weird scene. Anyway, after we talked and giggled a bit about it, I just went to sleep. I can't say what the others might have done in their sleeping bags when the lights were out. Maybe they were touching themselves, but I don't really know. All that aside, just because I didn't *do* anything right then, doesn't mean watching the porno didn't affect me."
"How so?"
"Ever since I watched that movie there's been this scene I can't get out of my head. At first it was something that captivated and repulsed me, all at the same time, but over the years, whenever I think about it, I totally saturate my panties."
Everyone hooted and howled at that.
"Carl and I even rented it when we were first married. I hadn't watched it since the slumber party, but the scene was exactly as I remembered it, pussy drenching. Carl didn't think the movie was all that great. He said it was kind of boring as far as pornos go."
Surprised by this revelation, Carl asked, "What movie was this?"
Looking at her husband, Darcy says with a hint of frustration, "You know, 'Behind the Green Door,' silly. Don't you remember the blowjob I gave you right after the movie?" Turning back to the rest of us, she explains, "I was so hot after that movie, all I could think of doing was sucking Carl's dick. I must have spent a good half hour just slow blowing and jerking him, really taking my time and doing it right. He swelled up bigger than I've ever seen, and it's all red and purple, and throbbing in my hand and mouth. I kept teasing him until he's arching his back way up in the air, way off the bed. Before I know it, he shoots a load straight up into the air, hitting the overhead light. I hear a loud, sharp sizzle right before the bulb bursts. Like when you touch a cold, wet towel to a hot bulb, it goes 'pop!' So now we have light bulb shards and hot filaments raining down on us and onto the bed, but we don't care as Carl's cum is flying everywhere and I'm pumping his cock like a bitch in heat."
There was more whooping, howling, and laughing as Darcy mimicked jerking a cock off feverishly with one hand while she's covering her eyes with her other, in a mock display of shielding them from pretend falling glass and flying cum.
Carl has a big smile on his face, as he says, "Geez, why didn't you tell me? If I'd known watching the movie did that to you, I would have bought you a Collector's Edition *and* a Director's Cut of the movie, if they have any."
Probably everyone had heard of the 'classic' porn film, although few of us, besides Darcy and Carl, had seen it—excluding our family porn expert, of course. Jackie asked, trying to be heard above the din of laughter, "Which scene Darcy, the Sapphic one, or the phallic one with the trapeze?"
Darcy blushed again before answering, "It's the all-girl scene near the beginning of the movie."
Jackie could barely contain her excitement, as she asked Karen, "Is it alright I take the lead on this, Queen Mistress?
Not knowing the particulars of the scene in question, Karen was only too happy to oblige Jackie's request; and thankful as well that we didn't have to rig up a trapeze contraption if it had been the other fantasy.
Jackie took a small cushion from the couch, and put it on the floor. She made Darcy lay on her back with her head on the cushion. Then she used one of my ties as a blindfold for Darcy. Jackie kneeled on the floor, right behind Darcy's head, softly rubbing her cheeks and smoothing her hair in a soothing manner, settling Darcy's piqued arousal. She whispered into Darcy's ear, but no one could hear what was said. Darcy blushed, smiled and sighed in response.
Still looking down at Darcy and running a gentle hand across her cheeks, Jackie said aloud, "Sorry guys, but this little fantasy is for ladies only, although I'm sure you're going to have just as much fun watching. Ladies, if you please, come into the circle...yes, all of you."
All the women except Karen knelt in a loose semi-circle surrounding Jackie and Darcy.
"All of you gather closer around Darcy, and pick an area of her body. There's probably not enough room for all of you at the same time, so some of will have to wait. Cecilia, dear, be the first to attend to her hoochie coo." Cecilia purred a yes.
Cecilia lay on her stomach, with her head between Darcy's legs. The other women, Candice, Lisa and Holly knelt along Darcy's right side, while Pam, Sara, and Raven were along her left. Gabby and Denise stayed back for the time being, although Denise sat alongside Cecilia, probably so she could be next between Darcy's legs if Cecilia needed a break.
"Nothing but slow, soft, wet kisses and tongues on your chosen areas to start ladies," Jackie said, "Our job is to make this last as long as possible."
The women started really slow, only running gentle, teasing fingers along the various parts of Darcy's body, and all of them carefully avoiding her erogenous zones at the start. Even Cecilia in the prize position started with the lightest kisses all around Darcy's groin, while avoiding her vulva.
Jackie took a more direct approach. Lying on her side, she half curled her body around Darcy's head. Propped up on an elbow, she leaned over Darcy. Her long, brunette hair was pulled to one side, and draped over the two like a curtain, covering a part of Darcy's face. The two kissed in a way that only two women can, using long, but soft, brushes and light touches of their lips. Every so often, they performed a softer embrace with their tongues, but never forcing them further into their mouths.
After a while of the soft kisses, they began to press their lips more firmly together, concealing their playful tongues within their mouths. The end of each long kiss was punctuated by a sweet, wet 'click' or a louder 'smack,' the sound created as they broke the suction from behind their lips for brief moments. Occasionally, Jackie would offer her throat to Darcy, who kissed it in the same manner as she had kissed Jackie's lips. Jackie would do the same to her, and continue kissing up Darcy's throat, then across her chin to resume the soft kissing of their lips.
Their sweet, languid kisses were the most sensuous thing I had witnessed that night, or any other, and its effect on Darcy was obvious. She sighed loudly or breathed deeply through parted lips during each, brief respite, waiting patiently for Jackie's returning embrace. Her arms were lying dormant at her sides, trapped as they were by the other women surrounding her, still her hands and fingers fidgeted wildly in the fibers or the carpet. It was the only visible sign that her arousal was ever so slowly creeping higher.
Following Jackie's soft, slow lead, the other women also took a slow track using soft kisses and gentle licks to various areas around Darcy's body. With Candice and Lisa on one side, and Pam and Sara on the other, both pairs concentrated most of their time to each of Darcy's breasts. Candice and Lisa specifically took a very Sapphic road, as each woman kissed and licked low on either side of a breast, then moved toward each other across Darcy's breast, slowly kissing and licking the whole way until they reached its crest. Once there, they continually brushed and flicked a quick tongue or lips all around the areola, or batted the hardened nipple between them. Darcy's areolas dimpled, becoming as stiff, hardened disks that noticeably stood out against the softer, surrounding mound of flesh. They repeated the whole Sapphic glide across her breast many times.
On the other side, Pam and Sara took turns drawing the nipple and areola fully inside their mouth, applying very little suction, but pressing down and licking hard with their tongue. Each time Darcy's breast was passed between them, I could see their saliva glistening against the dark rose color of Darcy's hardened nipple and areola. The saliva was used each time, licked and smeared all around the top of the breast before it was drawn back into a hungry mouth. Pam added her own special tease to Darcy when it was her turn. Every so often, she would suck on the breast hard, then quickly pull away, producing a loud popping sound as she did. She did this several times in a row before going back to more languid sucking and licking. At each 'pop,' Darcy's fingers would dig deeper into the carpet, as if the hardworking of her fingers aided in drawing out more of the sharp tingling in her breast caused by Pam's sharp popping.
It wasn't long before Sara, Candice and Lisa incorporated Pam's technique as well. Soon, the hard suck followed by the loud 'popping' became almost continuous, as did the twitching and fidgeting of Darcy's hands in the carpet.
Holly and Raven concentrated on the only major erogenous zone afforded them, as each kissed and licked Darcy, low on her abdomen, and journeyed chaotically with lips and tongues all about, from navel to mons, and along Darcy's thighs. Every so often, though, they would pause to kiss each other sweetly, then continue their circumnavigation all around Darcy's lower torso.
Most of the men's attentions were on Cecilia, who, by now, was softly kissing and biting Darcy's vulva with her lips. At first, she never parted the outer labia to attend to the more sensitive areas inside. She just used firm lips to nip at the thicker, outer flesh. A part of Darcy's inner fold was peeking out from between the outers, and on occasion, Cecilia would clamp it between firm lips and gently pull on it, or lick it in place. Other times, she would press her lips hard at a spot just above where Darcy's clitoris would be and jiggle her head, before returning to points around Darcy's outer vulva. Cecilia continued this way for quite a while, until Darcy's sparse bush was damp with her saliva, and her legs shifted about because of Cecilia's subtle teasing.
Parting the outer labia, Cecilia then applied a slow circling tongue to Darcy's hole. From there, she would shift higher, a slow traverse upward with her still circling tongue between the inner labia, inching her way to Darcy's clit. Once at the top, she would spend only a few moments circling Darcy's hardened pebble before repeating her slow traverse back down, through the groove, and ending at her cunt hole once more. Cecilia never tarried too long at either hole or clit, staying in constant motion with her slow traverse, up and down. It wasn't long before Darcy felt the urge to bring her knees up. Now, with her feet flat on the floor, she incessantly curled and dug her toes into the carpet, mimicking the fingers of her hands.
Denise wasn't going to wait for an opening. Instead, she concentrated her efforts on the only object of love and lust available to her. Positioning herself on her knees and between Cecilia's prostrate legs, she began to kiss the small of Cecilia's back in like manner as the others were doing to Darcy. She slowly made her way south, kissing and licking Cecilia's tight buttocks, and occasionally taking soft bites with her teeth to her firm flesh. Denise never parted Cecilia's cheeks, not at first, anyway, but she did run a soft tongue along the cleft before returning to Cecilia's well-rounded globes with her wet kisses.
Poor Gabby, being on the outside as she was, she looked like the proverbial runt of the litter, edged out by her stronger siblings who greedily suckled at their mother's teats.
It was obvious by now that none of the other women were going to relinquish their spots. They were too engrossed and aroused by what they were doing to Darcy to quit now. Moreover, each of them, I'm sure, could feel Darcy's slow rise to climax. All of us could, really, as her fingers and toes were in constant motion, and her legs shifted about in sensual, sexual agony. As such, all of them stayed put, desiring to be front and center for Darcy's release.
Gabby had to improvise then, and became a floater in the group, shifting from one spot to the next, kissing and licking, as an area on Darcy's body became available. If nothing opened for her, she would tease the other ladies who were kissing, sucking and licking, by running a finger between their labia, or cupping and massaging their vulvas with a flat, firm hand, and doing so for two women at a time.
By now, Jackie was up and kneeling right behind Darcy's head, but this time, between her soft kisses, she would shift forward so that her firm, full breasts hung down into Darcy's face. There, Jackie would shift to and fro, rubbing them softly across Darcy's lips and nose, or she would put Darcy's head fully between them as she moved back and forth, cause her huge tits to slide along Darcy's cheeks.
Taking hold of one of her breasts, Jackie held it firmly above Darcy's mouth, and ran the hardened nipple along Darcy's lips. Darcy pulled it into her mouth and sucked on Jackie's breast forcefully. Shifting over a bit, Jackie offered her other breast to suck. To and fro, Jackie shifted until she just let them hang into Darcy's face, allowing her to suck and tongue each to her heart's content.
Arousal was beginning to boil from all the women. You could almost smell it in the air, steeped as it was between their legs, their scent drifted out and up like a fine mist, filling the room. It took the men watching considerable effort not to plow their cocks between the inviting legs and soft rumps of the prostrate women, but that would have spoiled the fantasy. Instead, they relegated themselves to masturbating.
Karen's arousal was also piqued in the extreme, saturating her groin and the lounger beneath. She asked me to do something about it, but I told her it would be rude of me since all the other men had to go stag. She whined and pleaded again, but I still said no, and so, as with the men, she too had to resort to masturbating. She came in seconds of her first touch.
The four women who were concentrating on Darcy's breasts had brought their hands into the fray. They massaged and gripped her tits hard, and sucked on them even harder. Between hard sucks and licks, they tweaked and pinched her breasts with fingers, while softly biting at her nipples with their teeth.
At times, Darcy's was wriggling along the floor like a snake at their treatment, and at other times, she arched her back, up and down, or did both maneuvers at once. She was close. So very close, and all the women knew it, and doubled their efforts at sucking licking, pinching and kissing at their chosen areas. Goose flesh erupted chaotically across Darcy's body, dimpling here and there at a touch, or a kiss, or even from the heavy breathing of those who attended to her, as warm breath brushed across her hot skin. Her body was in constant motion now, and would stay moving until the end.
Looking back at Cecilia, I saw the reason behind the wriggling and the arching. Cecilia, with Denise's help, had Darcy's legs spread open to the max. If Darcy were upright on the floor, she would be sitting in full splits.
*Good thing she practices yoga.*
With Darcy's legs spread wide, Cecilia and Denise each rested their heads on an inner thigh. Darcy's clit, swollen and hard, and extended well away from her body by her rigid labia, proved to be an easy target for their playful tongues. They stared into each other's eyes as they lustfully batted their tongues against that easy target, and each time their tongue fully struck the mark, Darcy gasped and moaned loudly while her body flexed up and down at an even faster rate.
Jackie was running her tongue in and around Darcy's opened mouth now, occasionally clamping down on it with a hard kiss, depriving Darcy of needed oxygen for long moments of time. Sometimes she would even pinch her nose closed, intensifying the process of autoerotic asphyxiation. Each time Jackie released her, Darcy gasped mightily and her chest heaved powerfully, lifting the heads of the ladies as they continued to suck on her breasts.
Finally, when it looked like Darcy would pass out, Jackie let her go and let her breathe without restriction. That's when the wailing, shrieking, and gasping began, all interspersed with loud unintelligible gibberish, because that's when the ladies at the other end really performed their magic.
Wrapping an arm around Darcy's thigh, Denise slipped her hand down and over the top of her pussy. Then she massaged Darcy's clit using a rapid back in forth motion with the flats of all four fingers. At the same time, Cecilia slid two fingers into her pussy, rubbing them firmly against Darcy's upper inner wall.
With her back fully arched off the floor, Darcy screamed, "Oh my god," which comically sounded like, "Mm...od!"
Spasms wracked her body as she climaxed, then threw her about like a rag doll as her climax continued. Jackie held her head to the pillow, as her whole upper body would flail about causing her head to slam into the floor. Darcy's arms sprang out stiff to her sides, clipping a couple of women in the head along the way, her fingers grasping the air as they had done the carpet.
All the women except for Jackie, Cecilia and Denise, backed away. With the three of them holding down an end, Darcy's back and arms continually slammed into the floor as wave after pussy drenching wave crashed into her. How many waves and how long it went on, I couldn't guess, but Denise and Cecilia continued to finger her groin until their hands and arms were dripping with Darcy's fluids.
Eventually, Darcy lay panting, flat on her back. All the women laughed and giggled in amazement at what they had caused and seen. Cecilia and Denise kissed each other over Darcy's sopping groin for a job well done. Then rolling over on her back, Cecilia looked up at the men, and said, "Don't just stand there, one of you boys better come fuck me hard before I burst."
*Dinner is served. Come and get it boys, and come!*
It was a free-for-all fuck and suck fest, as all the men descended into the circle, alternating between fucking two, three, sometimes four of the women at once. Stacking their bottoms, one on top of the other, so they could push their cocks into four, six, or whatever number of available holes, with ease. Everyone, that is, except Carl, who laid alongside his still blindfolded and breathless wife, telling her how much he loved her, over and over, as he sweetly kissed her face and hair.
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It took things longer than usual to settle down. Some were still in the throes of raucous sexual activity when Karen summoned the next volunteer into the circle. " Only two more newbies left. Gabby, let's have you tell us your fantasy, first."
Gabby stood defiantly in the middle of the circle with her hands on her hips. "Compared to what I've seen, mine should be pretty easy," she started to say, as she dropped to her knees, "I want all you men to gather round and one-by-one or all at the same time, I'm going to service each and every one of you until you blow your cum all across my face. Come on studs. Show me what you're made of."
Just as all the men began to congregate around Gabby's kneeling form, cocks at the ready, we heard the sweet, alto voice of Sara resonating with resigned disappointment, "Son of a bitch that was my fantasy."
Stopping the men in mid-thrust into Gabby's hungry mouth, Karen said, "Hold on guys." Then, musing rhetorically as she looked over at Sara, "Well, who could have predicted that?"
"I could have," Jackie blurted, "If you'd open this thing up to those other than newbies, you'd find out it was mine as well."
"Now, now, Jackie," Karen said, laughingly, "I know this is just one of many fantasies that pass through your mind on a minute by minute basis, one as pussy dripping as the next. Let's concentrate on the newcomers, for now. How about it Gabby, care for a little company?"
Gabby answered loud, and with a bright laugh, "Hell no, I don't mind! Come on Sara darlin,' let's show these peckerwoods what we ladies can do!"
Sara knelt alongside Gabby, as the men surrounded them in a semi-circle.
Gabby took a moment to size up the task before her, and then said, "What a minute, where's Will?" Seeing me with Karen and Denise on the lounger, she called over to me, "Come on, I want that big dick of yours in my face, as well!"
"I thought as host, I should just let my guests have the fun. Besides, I'm saving myself for marriage," I joked.
Gabby whined, "My fantasy is having a bunch of cocks, big and small, spewing jizz across my face. Yours most of all!"
"Yeah, mine too, Will" Sara interjected.
"I think you should be a good host and give your guests what they want," Gabby finished.
"All right, if I have to, but only because I'm such a good host," I said with fake reluctance.
Hearing my compliance, Gabby and Sara started on the men even before I made my way over to them.
Now that Jack was an active part of the group fantasy, the camera work was being done by Pam. She was shooting the spectacle mostly from the sides, but also getting some nice 'artsy' shots from above looking down, as she stood, at times, behind Gabby and Sara.
What I saw, as I sauntered close to the group, could only be described as a feeding frenzy for both parties—for the men, as much as for the women.
To start, Gabby and Sara had three men apiece, and latched onto the first cock in front of them, sucking frenetically, while stroking the two cocks on either side with their hands. They wouldn't tarry on any one cock for too long with their mouths, quickly shifting their attention to the two cocks they held for short bursts, before returning to the one they started with. Their movements were always rapid, pulling men in about halfway, then bobbing back and forth for a brief interval, before shifting to the next man. Given their feverish pace, their saliva was freely flowing, dripping and flying, thin coats were plastered onto all standing in front of the women. For their part, the men would match the women's head bobs and stroking hands by thrusting themselves into a waiting mouth, adding to the frenzied, chaotic nature of the group blowjob.
I played 'floater' for the most part, pushing myself in when a space became available, and if my offered member wasn't stroked or sucked on immediately, I would thrust it along their faces, instead. It was such an erotically lewd scene, seeing Gabby or Sara sucking on one cock, stroking the other two close by their face so that they could shift to them quickly and fluidly without losing their rhythm or tempo, all while my own, massive tool, slid beneath their nose, or under their chin, or along their sweaty cheeks. When they felt me prodding them, both would take a quick swipe at my member with a hot tongue as I past.
Mostly, all that could be heard was a loud crescendo of moans, groans, and grunts from the men, and loud, wet sloshing and panting from the women as they sucked. Occasionally, Gabby would intone a lusty, ribald chant. Telling each of the men in turn, how hot they made her, how good they tasted, and how wonderful their stiff cocks felt sliding in her mouth or through her hands.
As the sucking orgy intensified, the men answered Gabby's slutty talk with harsh, vulgar talk of their own, calling her, and then Sara, a cock slut, and ordering them to suck on their cocks like good bitches and suck them down to their balls, all while pushing deeper into their mouths.
Things really intensified when I ordered the two women to play with themselves as they serviced the men. Immediately, they dropped their hands down, putting one hand between their legs and the other between the legs of her partner. They played with the other's pussy, as well as with their own, with the same frenzied activity they used sucking on any offered cock.
Now, with only a mouth and no hands being shared between them, the men became even more frenzied, roughly jockeying each other for the coveted hole. How rough their treatment of Gabby and Sara became could only be seen to be believed.
Each man had a good hold of a lock of either Gabby or Sara's hair, as they played a lustful version of tug-of-war. As one man momentarily gained control, he would throw either woman onto his cock. Once she clamped her lips around his shaft and started sucking, he would pull and push her head rudely and quickly along his shaft by their hair, while thrusting his cock wildly within their mouths. He would continue his rough and humiliating treatment until another man wrested control from him. Pulling the woman off his neighbor's cock, he would slam her down on his own, and continue to use her face and mouth with no more respect one would show a blow-up doll. The women had become nothing more than a great, living masturbatory device, to be used for the expressed pleasure of the men, alone.
Back and forth, the women were pulled between the men by their hair, their heads swiveling chaotically about, like a rag dolls, as they were repeatedly yanked and thrown hither and yon. Amazingly, Gabby and Sara didn't seem to mind, as their mouths were always at the ready to accept the next cock without complaint or hesitation. In fact, their faces and upper torsos were visibly flushed scarlet from their over-aroused states, as they continually taunted the men with ever increasing, lustful talk between mouthfuls of thrusting cock.
Rashid was the first to come, and who could blame him. I think Sara was giving him a bit more 'loving attention' when she could, compared to the others.
At the moment of his rapture, Rashid pulled out of Sara's mouth, and while still holding a lock of her hair as he stroked himself, barked, "Here it comes, my slutty wench! Catch me if you can!"
Sara smiled up at him before closing her eyes and opening her mouth. She took him full in the face, three forceful jets landing across her opened mouth, with each end of the strands attached between her nose and chin. The thick strands looked like loose cords ready to sew her mouth shut if tightened. At which point, she gathered the loose remnants with her tongue, drawing them into her. Rashid pushed his cock into her mouth, chasing her tongue, and letting Sara suck the remains out of him.
Rashid's climax acted almost as a signal, as the other men quickly followed with their own orgasm.
Once the others dropped out, I took my place in front of Sara. Mark and I were the only ones left, as he was being attended to by Gabby. Now that the other men had removed themselves, both Gabby and Sara dialed down on their frenzied natures, and took a more thoughtful approach to our members.
I watched Sara the whole time she sucked on me. Tilting her cum-covered face a little bit upward to look more directly at me, she returned my gaze with wide eyes, full of lust and love. As she sucked and stroked my cock using a nice, slow pace, I wrapped her long hair around my wrist, and every so often, I gently pulled her a little closer to me. I felt her arousal climb each time I did this, and she answered my slight tugs by stroking me a little faster, though keeping her sucking mouth, slow and sweet.
When I heard Mark groan in climax, emptying himself into Gabby's mouth, I allowed my own release.
I told her to drop her hands, but to keep sucking me sweetly. I warned her I was coming, but told her she wasn't to remove my cock from her mouth under any circumstance.
She was such a trooper, as she continued her slow, sweet head bob all the way through my climax. I filled her mouth quickly, and although she tried to swallow as much of my cum as she could, it was too much for her. Parting her lips slightly, she allowed most of my ejaculate to flow out of her mouth. As it did, it emerged almost in sheets as it quickly ran off her chin and fell onto her breasts and thighs below.
"It's another gusher," I heard Jack exclaim, as cell phone camera flashes went off all around the room.
As I felt my climax begin to ebb, I pulled out of her. A long stand still hung off my cock. Sara quickly snatched it with her tongue, while getting another weak jet of come shot across her lips for her trouble.
More cell phone flashes went off as she pulled me back inside, sucking and swallowing the rest of my ejaculation out of me.
Finished with their joint fantasy, and with their faces covered with semen, Gabby and Sara turned toward each other, locked their lips in a passionate embrace, and rubbed themselves into a satisfying climax. They ended their climax by cleaning what remained of the men from their faces, taking great, kissing sucks and long wipes with their tongue at each other.
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I heard Karen, "Well, I think that does it for the newcomers. Time for another..."
"Not yet," I interrupted, "There's still someone's fantasy I wish to hear."
Technically, none of us heard Raven's own fantasy, although she was included in Holly's. Karen thought that was my intent, when she started to say, "I'm sure Raven is happy with the way things turned out, and doesn't mind..."
"Not Raven," I interrupted her again. This time I took her by the hand, and led her into the middle of the circle. Gently pushing her to her knees, I said, "I wish to hear your fantasy, my mistress Queen, as, I'm sure, the others do as well."
I left her in the circle and sat back down in the lounger as the other guests cheered and egged Karen on.
Karen blushed at all the adulation. She then said, "I don't know. I'm a lot like Pam, I guess. Will and...I mean, Master and I have done so much in such a short time, I don't have too many unfulfilled fantasies left."
"There must be something," I responded, "Even Pam said she had a few 'cunt-throbbing' fantasies left unfulfilled. It doesn't have to be one of your own, either, but maybe one we've seen already. How about a double in your pussy, like Pam's, or your favorite doubling, what we did to the other ladies before, but with the gentlemen of your choice? You seemed to be eyeing Gabby and Sara's fantasy with lustful attention, I'm sure the men wouldn't mind a second or fourth go, and, of course, Darcy's fantasy seemed to get your juices flowing to overflowing. Or we could blindfold you, and have everyone do you at once."
All the guests were hooting and hollering at that last suggestion, but Karen shook her head at all my offers.
I looked at the woman I loved with sympathetic eyes. She knew my intentions. There was no longer any need for guessing between us. She stared back at me, her eyes, so full of love and hope, began to moisten. Silently, she was asking me what I most desired, as well. For the benefit of the others, I spoke my intensions and desires aloud, "What I want most is to make you happy. Tell me how."
Like most of the others before her, Karen answered me with slightly embarrassed hesitation. "I'm sure I'll disappoint most of our guests, but it's what will make me happiest. Remember how we were when all this started happening to us? Remember what we used to do together in our mornings and evenings? It was so sweet and wonderful, just the two of us as we raged for each other...remember? I want us to be like that again."
Everyone was confused by Karen's cryptic statement, except me, of course, and maybe Denise, who had shared in our recent life the most. She was asking me for one of her 'twofers.'
There were a few murmurs from the guests for Karen to explain herself, but Karen ignored them as I lay alongside of her on the floor. Karen asked Denise for a bottle of lube, and laying it on the floor for the time being, mounted me in the 'reverse cowgirl' position.
This was different from what she usually did at the start of her 'twofer,' far more sensuous and erotic for me and those watching that she mounted me backwards.
Slipping me into her pussy for the first part of her 'twofer,' she leaned well forward, taking a hold of my knees for support while pushing her legs well out to her sides, as if performing splits. I was surprised her groin muscles were as limber as Darcy's, and guessed she had practiced stretching her legs during the weeks I was training her.
I ran a soothing hand across her tight buttocks and down an outstretched leg, and teased, "I guess you were busy doing things other than cleaning the house when I was at work."
"Doing it for you, my love, and for this moment," she said, in a silky, smoky tenor that dripped lust and sexual bravado. I almost came just hearing her sultry voice. After so many years of marriage, she still had that effect on me.
Using her knees and hands as leverage, Karen started with a nice, easy rolling of her hips.
It was a lovely sight for me; because she was leaning well forward, I got a wonderfully erotic view of her groin. I watched, almost in a trance, as my cock, encased by a glistening sheen of her slick, copious arousal and wrapped tightly around by her extended inner labia, slid lewdly, in and out of her sweetness as a continuous glide.
Jack thought the scene incredibly erotic as well. He had come up close behind my head, and was capturing the visual on his camera. I gave him more of a show, and spread Karen's buttocks, and revealing everything of her sensual splendor, pussy and ass, for his camera's perusal.
Karen, feeling me holding her open, said as she panted heavily, "Work some lube up in there, baby. I'm getting close."
I put a good amount of lube on two fingers to start, and slipped them easily into her asshole. I kept them in place for a while, letting Karen's own rolling motion work them in and out of her ass, just as it worked my cock in and out of her pussy.
Jack groaned loudly at the sight of my cock and fingers sliding smoothly into their respective holes, continually driven by the sultry manipulations of Karen's rolling hips.
His groan brought those on the other side of the room to look for themselves. Soon, there was a large crowd of onlookers gathered behind us, with many of them initiating their own brand of wet sex as they continued watching our show. I thought it funny how a simple, mundane act, like a husband and wife fucking, could inspire such lust in others at this time, when so many more lustful things had occurred for their perusal that night, but maybe Karen was influencing them with her mind, as well.
Putting more lube on my fingers and around her anus, I slid a third finger into her ass.
Karen moaned sweetly, and said, "That's it baby. It feels so...so good. God, I can't get enough of your cock." She ended her sentence by voicing, 'cock,' as a high-pitched, gleeful squeal.
Until now, I had almost forgotten that phrase. She always panted those sweet words declaring insatiable desire for me, and for my member, in those early days of the elixir. Even her calling me 'baby,' instead of 'Master,' was a sign that she was, at least temporarily, transporting herself back to those sweet and wonderful times she longed for, when we 'raged for each other.'
Her arousal began to drip and run down my cock. She was so very close. I added a little pelvic push of my own, as she quickened the pace of her rolling hips.
I wasn't going to taint this sweet moment of hers, by holding her back or augment the bliss with my thoughts. She would come, naturally and on her own, just as she used to. It's what she would want. All I did was add another slickened finger to the three already inside of her. That was enough.
At the moment of her first climax, I heard her catch her breath as she held her ass high. The sudden shift of her pelvis upwards, pushed my fingers fully in her ass. She froze in that state for a long moment, as I gently rubbed her insides. Then ejaculate gushed out, bathing my groin and lower abdomen.
Karen blurted, "God, I love you and your cock!" Then she commenced to throwing her pelvis up and down, literally slamming herself hard into me. Loud slapping sounds were created as her ass continually hit the pooling ejaculate on my pubis and stomach. She climaxed a second time, and then a third. The slapping sounds became louder and sloshier, like a wet sponge being thrown against a wet counter, as more of her ejaculate continued to pool on my body.
The cheers, hoots and clapping of the spectators drowned out both the slapping sounds and Karen's shrieks through her fourth and fifth orgasm. The revelry of the guests continued, and by the end of her sixth, Karen finally sat upright on my legs as the last of her climax ebbed away.
I gave her ass a little spank to get her moving, and said, "Okay sweethness, time for the second part."
I heard Jack say, "Wait, there's more?"
Karen answered, laughingly, "That was only round one Jack, time for the real fun."
Karen turned around so that she would face me through the second half of her 'twofer.'
Locking her eyes to mine, she smiled and said, "There's my lovin' man. How've you been my lovin' man?"
"More than fine, my mistress Queen."
"I'll say," she giggled. Sitting full on my thighs, she lovingly stroked my cock as she addressed the spectators, "This is what Will and I call a 'twofer.' It was our usual morning and evening routine before I did something naughty, making Master angry with me."
"What naughty thing did you do?" Sara and Rashid asked, almost simultaneously.
"I won't say, but you can bet I'll never do it again," she said, earnestly. Then bending forward, she kissed me long and hard, breathing, "Never," over and over throughout our kiss.
Sitting back up, and as an added bit of showmanship, Karen slipped back into Queen Mistress mode for a moment. Looking at the closest female to us, she said in a commanding voice, "Grease up Master's cock, cock slave."
It was Denise, who smiled delightfully at the command. Before applying the lube, however, she took a deliciously long time sucking and licking Karen's arousal from my cock, while asking, "May I be next for a 'twofer,' Master?" Her request, calling me 'Master,' and her rank display of cleaning me, was done, I suspect, more to irritate Jack than as an actual request.
Denise got her desired effect, as Jack groaned with jealousy, and turned away from us when he heard her question. Denise twisted the knife into him one last time. As she finished applying the lube, she said, "You should have greased Master's cock. You were closer, you pansy."
Karen and some of the other women giggled.
Judging by the scarlet color of his face, Jack was livid, but he held his tongue. God only knows what we'll do later, for retribution.
*More worry, that's something I'll have to head off down the road.*
Karen had Denise hold my cock steady, as she squatted above me and slowly lowered herself. Denise then let go and sat back to watch when my cockhead was pushed fully through Karen's anus.
Even though Karen was well versed in anal sex and appropriately loosened by my fingers, it took her a while to slide me in, pausing for long stretches to adjust to my size. Eventually, however, she was able to sit down fully on my thighs. She paused for a moment, playfully wiggling her ass, before sitting back up on her knees to begin the same rolling action with her hips as before. It was such a wonderfully slow and easy glide, and she was so incredibly tight that I just closed my eyes to fully enjoy the swelling ecstasy.
Then, with my eyes still closed, I noticed something odd had just happened.
One second, I could hear a din in the living room; the low, chaotic noise of the other guests having sex while watching Karen and me. Then, in the next second, there was total silence. The contrast in sound, noise into silence from one second to the next, was so stark it made me snap my eyes open, and what I saw startled me beyond words.
The guests were gone. The room was gone. Only Karen and I remained, still fucking, but fucking on a broad, almost featureless plain, dotted sporadically with low-lying, rocky hillocks. I recognized the plain immediately. The vision of it was seared into my mind so many months ago when I last visited Beetlesmith. It was the same landscape, the same plain I saw in my hallucination.
There were no dark clouds or a red sun this time. Everything was awash in a bright light, though I couldn't see a sun. As such, the land, wherever it was in time and space, appeared more wholesome to me than it did before, wholesome, except for the eerie absence of any sound. Not even a breeze could be felt or heard.
I was frozen in place and couldn't move. Hell, I didn't want to move, fearing if I journeyed away from this spot Karen and I might be lost here, wherever 'here' might be, forever.
I looked at Karen. Her eyes were closed. She was deep into the sensual, sexual ecstasy—hypnotized—savoring the bliss my cock was imparting as she continued to roll her hips. Yet, even if her eyes were open, I doubt she would have seen anything other than a room full of guests, given that all my visions of late, were mine alone.
*Was this really just a vision, a hallucination?*
I felt the ground and the short grass against my back, they were real, the rocky hillocks were real, as was the blue sky above. It was all real enough to me. How could this just be a vision?
Then, as I was looking around at the landscape, I saw him...it...whatever the fuck it is; the veiled man from my dreams.
Staring at him, I still can't see any of his features. He's just a dark silhouette having human form, but I know it's him, the man from my dreams, the specter I saw out the corner of my eye, haunting me when I refused to act on my desires. He's standing a long distance from us, not moving, and even though I can't see his face, or eyes, I know he's watching us, because I can feel it, and we make him glad.
The gladness I felt from him imbues me, through and through, with magnificent sensations of strength, bravado, invulnerability, calm, and most assuredly, arousal. Those same feelings I've used on others to push them into performing sexual acts, he was now imparting into me.
I felt a call to a challenge. He wants to see what Karen and I can do. He wants to be entertained.
Lust floods through me, dark and rank, guttural and primal, filling me with thoughts and desires I never knew existed.
The same lustful power floods through Karen as well, as I see it imparting across her face. She keeps her eyes closed to it, but it's there, infused in the small words of desire she murmurs, in the way her succulent mouth quivers as she licks her dry lips lewdly with her hot tongue, in the way she flares her nostrils to the ever increasing dark thoughts of sexual dominion that invade both our minds, even in the very sweat as in pours off her furrowed brow.
Unbound lust, copious and tangible, filling our every pore.
I feel my cock growing even larger inside her. How large, I don't know, but Karen is screaming, and screaming louder than I ever thought humanly possible, screaming in absolute pleasure and lust. Ejaculate flows forth from her cunt like blood through a gaping wound.
Gripping her hard by her hips, quieting her movements, I repeatedly slam my cock into her. The slapping sounds made as I pound hard against her ass can even be heard over her continuous screaming. Looking between her legs, I see a thick, milky substance ooze out of her and down my great cock as it slams upward into her ass. She's in continual climax, ejaculating abundantly from both orifices.
I glance over at the shadow with pride, looking for praise and hoping my efforts please him.
He's coming closer now, slowly moving towards us with that characteristic limp. He's pleased, so very pleased.
I smile, swelling with more pride. I close my eyes to him, just before finding my release. From deep within me, and in a voice I've heard only once before, I scream, "You are mine now! Forever!"
"Yes! In all things! Yes!" Karen screams back.
My eyes open, and I almost fall, disoriented and dizzy. Karen and I are back in our living room, and I'm standing. I don't know how I came to be standing, but Karen's up with me, her legs wrapped around my waist while my cock is still seated deep in her ass.
A ravenous light is in her eyes. They glint of hard, glassy stone, black in black, the blackest of black obsidian. She's still imbued with the absolute lust that had just gripped us on the plain.
Sliding up and off me, she rasps, "I must clean my Master, or he'll be angry."
Taking my cock, she feverishly licks and sucks the milky substance, a mixture of my cum and hers, from me. As she completes her self-appointed task, her lust, arousal, and thankfully, her eyes, return to normal.
We're both momentarily spent, and sit, side by side on the floor, resting our backs against the couch. Karen clutches at my arm, as I kiss her cheek.
Everyone is on the opposite side of the room staring back at Karen and me, openmouthed, in wide-eyed amazement.
Karen and I stare back, still breathing heavily. Nothing is said by anyone for a long while, and as the silence grows, Karen and I begin to laugh at the situation. Finally, Karen says, "And that's a 'twofer.'"
"Fucking-A, I'm next," says Gabby.
"Fuck you, bitch, I'm next," says Linda.
Then all the women erupted in heated debate as to whose going to be next. I even heard Carl and Rashid say they were next, half-jokingly, of course, but only just half.
"No one's next," Karen laughed, "That's just for me." Then there was another roar of disappointment from the women. Karen tried to make herself heard over the crestfallen rabble, "I think...I think...quiet please...silence sluts! That's better. Not to worry, I have another little game at hand. Bob, Carl, if you would be so kind as to help me again."
This time, she led the two toward what looked like the garage.
Everyone looked at me for an answer, but I was just as perplexed. Along with my own curiosity at what Karen had planned, my only other thought was that the game had better be short. It had been about four hours since they ingested the spiked Sangria, and I suspect that very shortly the guests will begin to drift into unconsciousness as the elixir wore off.
Karen came back about a minute later, carrying a very large bottle of baby oil. Bob and Carl were with her, carrying what looked like a large, rolled up tarp.
Karen told everyone to push the all the furniture to one side, making a large open area in the middle of the room. After which, Bob and Carl unrolled the very large sheet of clear, heavy plastic. It nearly covered the whole floor of the living room. Karen made sure they draped the plastic over the furniture that couldn't be completely pushed out of the way.
When she was happy with the position of the tarp, Karen said, "Okay everyone, gather up all our toys...that's right, everything...even the vibrators...oh, don't forget that strap-on...yes, all three of them. Now, put all of it on the plastic...good. Okay, ladies first, group yourselves kind of in the middle and go to your knees."
The women did as told, and waited with breathless anticipation for what they could only guess would come—other than themselves, of course, pun intended.
Just as Karen brought forward the baby oil, someone asked, "What's this game called, Karen?"
"Anything goes," was her reply, as she showered all the women from tits to toes with the light oil.
Unsure of what Karen wanted them to do, they didn't move. The oil continued to run and drip sensuously off their bodies, and pooling at their knees.
Karen rolled her eyes, and said to them, "Well, what are you waiting for, go ahead and grope. Better yet, wrestle."
The younger women, like Holly, Raven and Candice, grabbed the first person at their side, and started wrestling with them. Surprised by the attack, those they grabbed were easily put on their backs, but it wasn't long before they, too, began to fight back. Loud and joyful laughter ensued, as all the women fell into a playful mood, and wrestled with each other. The older, but still adventurous women like Denise and Gabby, saw a wonderful opportunity for play, and quickly donned an available strap-on as the others tussled about.
Handholds were difficult to maintain on the oily skin, which resulted in hands slipping across, and into, more delicate and sensitive areas, or into neighboring wrestlers. It wasn't long before the wrestlers were grabbing at each other not to gain any combative advantage, but to wildly embrace and fondle their partners.
I watched one such grouping of wrestlers. Diminutive Darcy was being tag-teamed by Cecilia and Holly. Strong, as she was, Darcy was no match for the two of them, and they soon had her down on her stomach, her face and breasts sloshing around in the excess oil that had pooled. Cecilia sat on Darcy's back, immobilizing her, and was spanking her oily ass while Holly roughly tapped and massaged the smaller woman's groin.
It was then, that Gabby, in all her strap-on glory, ordered Darcy to be flipped over on her back with her legs spread wide. As soon as the strap-on entered Darcy, she wrapped her arms and legs around Gabby and the two rolled back and forth across the tarp, laughing and giggling, and all the while Gabby is madly pumping the dildo into Darcy's pussy. The two ended up with Gabby on her back. Darcy was kneeling upright on top of her, and with the strap-on still inside her, began shifting her hips back and forth, fucking Gabby.
After watching the two roll around, arousal redlined, and everyone was in a frenzy.
Cecilia clamped her mouth onto one of Gabby's oily tits, while Holly slid her fingers into Gabby's cunt, and began finger fucking her while she groped at Darcy's breasts with her other hand. Candice, while being fucked by Denise with a strap-on, latched her mouth onto Gabby's other breast.
Gabby's hands were everywhere, as she grabbed at anything and everything in her reach. She finally settled on Lisa, who came up and hung her breasts into her face. Gabby grabbed Lisa's offered tits hard, squeezing them together lustfully while sucking on them voraciously.
Being the tallest woman of the group, Linda stood in front of Darcy, and with her feet straddling Gabby, she pulled Darcy's face fully into her groin. Clamping her hands onto Linda's ass, Darcy pulled her pussy even harder against her mouth, all while she continued to shift her hips in a fucking motion.
The rest of the women joined the fray, and latched a mouth or a hand onto any available pussy or breast, or pushed their oily cunts into any available mouth.
The feeding frenzy grew, having a life of its own, as bodies, heads, arms and legs thrashed about, hither and you, always seeking a new body or erogenous zone on which to feed. The continual jostling of the women became so intense and violent that Linda's foot was accidently kicked. Given the slick, oily tarp, she lost her footing, and all of them, Linda, Darcy, Gabby, and anyone attached to them, tumbled over and onto their sides.
For a moment, the women laughed mirthfully, but the mirth quickly morphed again into insatiable desire, as mouths and hands groped and renewed their sensual play with any available body part.
Soon, the women were nothing but an interconnected, wriggling mass of oily flesh. Locked together as they were, with mouths, hands and bodies pressed against, and into, all places within reach, the group appeared as some strange, many-armed and many-legged creature from another world.
Karen now lined all the men up. Showering them with oil, as she had done to the women, she said, "Now it's time for some real fun. Have at it, guys."
The men descended on the oily mass like a pack of wolves.
Karen and I watched the spectacle in awe. I sat on one of the ottomans, a good distance away from the group, while Karen remained on the other side of the throng, watching from the edge of the couch.
The men fucked and sucked on the women with abandon, jumping from one available hole to the next, and then back again. The women who weren't momentarily attached, dug into the men with fingers, lips and mouths, many grabbing at the men's oily testicles as they swung wildly about while fucking another. Some even pressed their tongues and fingers, between the men's buttocks, rimming or probing deep as the men fucked. Contrary to what I thought would happen, the men relished this new technique, allowing the women to continue with their sensual probing with oily fingers or hot tongues.
Then it happened, that thing I always feared might happen with a large group. Now that metaphorical boulder was loosed, nothing was going to stop it until it reached the bottom.
I was watching Sara and Mark in a fevered sixty-nine. Sara was on top, rapidly and forcefully sucking on Mark's oily cock as she played with his balls, or probed his perineum with a finger. Rashid was watching her too. He was close to her and on his knees. Darcy was beneath him, sucking madly on his cock while probing his anus with a finger or two. Sara then pulled Mark out of her mouth, and said something to Rashid as she tipped Mark's cock toward him. Without hesitation, Rashid pulled Mark's cock into his mouth, and both husband and wife set about servicing Mark.
At about the same time, Bob was enthusiastically fucking Cecilia in missionary, when Denise came up behind him still wearing the strap-on. Seeing a wonderful opportunity playing out before her, she pushed the strap-on between Bob's cheeks. Bob resisted for a moment, but was soon overcome by these new sensations, and gave in to Denise. Bob returned to slamming himself into Candice as Denise did the same to him.
I looked over at Karen sharply and frowned. She knew what my look meant. Raising her right hand in a gesture of, 'God's honest truth,' she mouthed, 'I didn't do it.'
I believed her. 'Anything goes' is right; such a fitting name for the game playing out in front of me. The boulder continued to roll.
Nothing was denied by anyone now. Whatever sex was offered, it was taken, male or female, into whatever hole was available. A mouth is a mouth, and a hole, a hole, as the saying goes, and anyone's will do in a pinch. It had become one large and growing hedonistic mess, and I watched, entranced.
It was almost hypnotic watching it all unfold. So much so, I began to have a bout of tunnel vision, where the crowd of guests was in perfect focus while everything in my periphery was a blur. Adding to that was a strange sensation that I was being pulled forward, toward the guests. I was soon disoriented, and my mind dizzy, as the strong force continued pulling me in such a way that I was leaning far forward, ready to jump into the fray.
I shook my head, clearing the cobwebs away. Looking over at Karen, I understood where the strange sensations were coming from as she stared back at me with an impish grin.
I laughed at her failed attempt to draw me into the crowd, and called her over to me.
As she straddled my legs, she asked, "You can't blame a mistress Queen for trying. Are you mad?"
"No sweetheart, I understand."
"Don't you want to join in?"
"It's just not my taste, now that I'm seeing it firsthand."
"Oh, please," she whined.
I hoisted her bottom up, slipping my cock into her pussy. Then I leaned back on the ottoman, pulling her with me while kissing her deeply.
Without voice, I called Mark over to us, and without voice, I commanded him to enter her.
Karen went wide-eye in surprise, when she felt Mark's slickened cock inching deep into her ass.
I laughed at her surprised look before telling her, "This is close to a man as I'll get."
I watched her face the whole time Mark and I pounded into her, serene and angelic even when screaming in passion and covered by her own sweat. Whether in the throes of orgasm, licking my cock or just licking stamps, she was always, every bit the woman I fell in love with. My own true Helen of Troy, beautiful and captivating, and she was mine, and I would do anything to keep her. Even sail an armada across the world to bring her back to me.
"Your mine, forever," I said quietly to her, as she found violent release.
As her climax waned, she stared at me, bright-eyed, and breathed that sweet phrase from before, "Yes, in all things." Then her eyes moisten as she laid her head in my chest.
We laid such, with her resting on top of me, for a long while, until I said to her, "Sometimes when I look at you I remember this line from a movie, 'There are some women who can change men into boys, and the boys back into men. That's a woman worth fighting for.' I'll always fight for you to my dying day."
She looked up at me with a smile. "Funny, I've been thinking something similar about you lately, that there are some men who can make a woman forget her virtues, and thank God she did. You will never lose me, my sweet, sweet Sir. Never."
I was about to kiss her again when many oily arms wrapped themselves around her, and she was pulled away from me, and into the throng.
*That was ironic, God does have a sense of humor.*
They all held onto her tight, arms wrapped around various parts of her body as cocks and cunts, lips and mouths were pressed into her. She accepted it all, sucking and stroking, cock and pussy alike, as they came within reach, all while a bevy assortment of fingers and cocks were thrown sensuously into any opening at her other end.
Then from somewhere other than Karen, I again felt that strange sensation. The dizziness and tunnel vision took hold of me, and it looked like everyone was falling away, falling down through dark clouds of soot and ash. I blinked, focused, and saw that I was looking down at that same flat plain from my visions, as if I were hovering above it all, suspended by an invisible force as the others continued their slow descent towards the bottom.
I focused on Karen, trying to take my mind off that plain and the clouds, off those things that I knew weren't really there. She was still wrapped up by the many oily arms, looking as if she were bound by thick cords of rope, held tight against the many oily bodies of the guests. And, as they descended, she was pulled down along with them. Her eyes were wide as she looked back at me, her mouth stamped open in a look of surprise. Stretching out her arms toward me, she beckoned me to join her with the others—beckoning me like the dead, Captain Ahab, whose corpse, when lashed to the side of the great white whale, beckoned his crew to follow him into Perdition.
I followed, and falling into the oily mass, I opened myself up to every lustful act that can be performed under Heaven and Earth.
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It was about three in the morning when Karen and I heard the first of the guests beginning to stir. Not on the elixir ourselves, we never fell unconscious. Instead, we passed the time playing with each other while the guests slept.
It was Jack. His cock was hard, and he looked wired given his dilated pupils. He was obviously deep in the throes of 'Afterglow.'
During the night, in addition to all the fun we had together, I had brought Karen up to speed on the other side effects of the drug, the ones that I hadn't told her about earlier. I especially told her about the 'Afterglow Effect.' When she saw Jack, she decided to take her leave knowing what he was going to want. Bidding Jack a hasty goodnight, she went up to our room to take a nap for a couple of hours.
Jack looked despondent when she left.
"You're up early," I said to him.
He grunted, "Couldn't sleep. Isn't anyone else up?"
"Nope, everyone's still zonked."
"Fuck!"
"What's wrong?" I asked, playing along, though I knew the answer.
"I don't know what it is, but I'm still horny as hell, and there's no one up to fuck."
"Well, don't look at me."
He laughed weakly at my joke, and said almost to himself, "Maybe I can get Pam or Jackie up."
"You know what I usually do when I'm anxious like you; I take a long walk around the neighborhood."
He looked at me as if I'd just offered him a shit sandwich.
I continued to press him, "No really, I'll join you. I'm sure someone will be up by the time we get back. In the meantime, I can tell you my ideas about the Chevy accounts. Besides, it's cool in the early morning and we could both use the fresh air. It's kind of stuffy in here and smells like stale sex."
He finally agreed.
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It was about three hours later when I heard the others beginning to stir.
Jack had already left when Karen came down from her 'nap.' Denise was with her.
Their hair was wildly tossed about, having that 'just fucked hard' look, even more so than from the events of last night. It was obvious they had an exquisitely energetic time playing with each other.
*They're such naughty little cock slaves. I'll have so much fun with them later.*
They both kissed me a good morning.
Sitting next to me, Karen asked, "I heard the door earlier. Where did you go?"
"Oh, I took Jack for a walk around the neighborhood."
Now Denise looked at me like I'd just offered *her* a shit sandwich, and asked with distain, "Whatever for, didn't you get enough of the asshole during the party?"
I handed her my cell phone with the pictures I took a couple of hours ago. Denise gasped in horror when she saw them.
Illuminated by a bright, gibbous moon and with the help of the phones internal flash, she saw wonderfully clear shots of Jack in compromising, oral positions. I can't describe the pictures any more than that, except to say that a neighbor's male Black Labrador was available and willing.
Denise wouldn't have to worry anymore about alimony; she'd get anything and everything she asked.
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I got into work late the following Monday. I knew something was off the minute I hit my floor.
As the elevator doors opened, I could hear a loud crescendo of voices reverberating off the walls and ceiling. The office was abuzz with something. Secretaries were chattering with each other, executives wandered in and out of each other's offices or were talking in the corridors. Nothing related to company business was being done by the looks of things.
I guessed what the excitement was about the second I stepped into view of the crowd —the whole floor went dead silent, as all eyes turned toward me.
Obviously, word leaked back at what happened this weekend.
*Goddamn Jack or Candice, nobody can keep their fucking mouths shut anymore.*
I walked slowly, yet purposefully, to my office, saying my perfunctory hellos along the way, as I always did. No point in hiding it, or denying it, or being ashamed of it, it was my life, not theirs, and it was Monday morning.
*Get to work everyone!*
Yet, work was the last thing I could do. Every time I started reviewing stat reports, out of the corner of my eye I could see them wandering past my door to look in. Looking at me like I was some zoo animal caged in its makeshift, natural habitat. All that was missing were the sno-cones, soft pretzels, and iced drinks in the onlooker's grimy hands as they gawked at the exotic beast, hoping it would do something it naturally did in the wild.
*Maybe I should whip my cock out and start jerking it for the next onlooker.*
I ignored it as best I could. Ignored the stares from the women—some disgusted, some curious, and even some aroused—and those from the men—some jealous, some pious, and still more with admiration.
Getting coffee was always a strange adventure. Mostly snide comments and embarrassed giggles were dropped as I passed, but some sighs, too—maybe out of want and desire, or maybe out of exasperation at my nerve and aplomb. The only constant in my journey to the break room was that it always emptied when I entered, and that all eyes followed me to and from my office. Eventually, I went without coffee the rest of the day.
Candice was at her desk, a nervous look donning her face. I didn't talk to her. I didn't need to, her look told me it was Jack who blabbed.
*Maybe I should flash email everyone in the corporation those pictures of him with Fido.*
Poor girl, I hoped he, at least, kept her name out of his ribald tales to the other executives. This place would be hell for her if he didn't. I noticed that none of the secretaries were ogling her, so maybe her reputation was safe.
Still, I held my own. I kept ignoring, kept working, and kept talking business to the other executives under my charge when I needed to. None of them said anything about what they heard, and if they were too chicken shit to ask, I wasn't going to say. Yet, their eyes still followed me, stared at me, gawked at me as I worked, and it was beginning to piss me off.
It wasn't until Peter paid me a call around lunch that I'd finally had it with their crap.
Peter, the friend of mine who first gave me the news about Kendall getting shit-canned, came storming into my office slamming the door behind him. He lit into me with a five-minute diatribe, pissed off that I didn't invite him to the orgy. I didn't say anything back to him. I kept my cool while I let him vent his disappointment. Toward the end, he said something like, 'I thought you were my friend. Fuck you, and fuck off,' before storming back out, slamming the door behind him.
After that, I just kept the door closed and gave up on anymore work. Instead, I set about planning the next party.
*Yeah, that's right, and I'm going to have it soon, too. I'll invite all those snooty fucks on my floor and everyone else in my neighborhood. I'll even go back to Beetlesmith's for more elixir. He'll have to deliver it in a tanker trunk for the number of assholes I'll invite, and even though most will turn their pious noses up at the invite, I'm sure all of those hypocritical assholes will attend.*
I reached into the breast pocket of my suit coat for a pen, when felt stiff paper rustling against my fingertips. Pulling the papers out, I saw that they were yellowed, frayed and dog-eared at the edges, and having the faint aroma of tobacco smoke and wood mold.
It was Beetlesmith's old client list, the one I took from his store months ago. I hadn't worn this suit jacket since that time, and had completely forgotten I had his old list.
Looking at it with curiosity, I read so many names. All were former clients that could no longer obtain the elixir. Someone on that list had violated the code of silence, revealing to someone not on that list of the elixir's existence.
*What did Beetlesmith say that time? Silence is golden.*
Silence, indeed. Silence and the list were his insurance against prying eyes and exposure. Beetlesmith valued his anonymity, and the cost of violating his treasured secrets was banishment from the elixir. Not just banishment for the wrong doer, specifically, but for every single client on the list, as well.
There were more than a hundred names with corresponding addresses on three sheets of paper, all typed out in neat little rows, just like the list with my name. More than a hundred names banished from the elixir in a blink of an eye.
I wondered who squealed. Who was stupid enough to leak news of the elixir's existence to a third party, so that they, the uninvited, began snooping around Beetlesmith's shop in search of fabled potions? Just one misstep triggered Beetlesmith's reprisals, one misstep lead to banishment for them all.
As for me, I didn't care because I didn't need the elixir. I had my powers. I could make anyone do anything I wished with a thought. I could even change the inanimate, material world to a degree—digital images can be copied before being erased, all with just a thought—and I suspect I can do so much more if I try. That's why I felt secured telling Karen about the substance, even though that was a violation of Beetlesmith's code.
*I don't like keeping secrets, especially from those I love. Fuck Beetlesmith, the lying fuck of a fraud, and his fucking code of silence.*
So if by happenstance Beetlesmith should ever find out I revealed his secret to another—to my wife, no less—cutting me off of the elixir wouldn't be the punishment he deems it for me. And if by chance, one of the other miscreants on my list came looking for me for revenge because I had sent them all to banishment with my actions, then they had better be silent and quick about their retribution. If not, they *would* become known to me, and I *would* destroy them.
I continued to scan the old list with morbid curiosity, recognizing about a third of the names. Many of these were local celebrities, politicians, and the like, who were regularly written about in our local papers, or talked about on our local television news hours.
Some of the more recognizable names were known internationally, very famous movie stars, musicians, and even leaders of state in Washington and from around the globe. It was hard for me to believe that movie stars and musicians would even bother with the elixir—fame and money were strong aphrodisiacs in their own right. However, there they were on the list, former valued customers of Beetlesmith. Now, all were cut off from the drug like the rest of the poor slobs.
It was then, as I continued to peer at the list, that I noticed something unusual about the more famous names. There was an apparent commonality shared between them, and it sent a chill through me. Logging onto the internet, I did a quick search of the more famous names, and sure enough, I was correct, a common thread existed, connecting all the glitterati together.
I broadened my search to include the local celebs. Entering one name after the other, I looked through old news reports and videos. After my search, there could be no doubt. Every name I entered intersected at that same common thread.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood out. I didn't bother searching the less well-known names, it would have taken too long. Besides, I knew instinctively I would find that same common thread running through all the people.
I bolted out of my office with the list in hand. Candice called after me, asking what was wrong, but I didn't stop. I needed to get to Beetlesmith's.
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Peering through the smoky glass of the shop, I saw him sitting in the same spot I always found him. He was looking over at an older couple who were admiring a piece of bric-a-brac. He was thinking he's about to make a sale until I burst into his shop, spoiling his fun.
When he saw me, he immediately put on that same jovial face he always showed the chumps. The same smile he used just before fucking over our lives. He said, brightly, "Why Mr. Henry, It's been a long time..."
"Fuck you! Explain this!" I screamed, while holding up his old list of clients.
He didn't answer me right away, but followed the old couple with his eyes as they quickly left the store after hearing me scream.
"Well, that's a pity," he finally said, dejected, "You've ruined my sale, Mr..."
"Explain it!" I yelled, again.
He squinted and leaned forward, pretending he couldn't quite make out what I held in my hand. Finally, he said, "It looks like an old client list of mine. How did you get it?"
"Don't give me that shit, you fucking cocksucker! You know exactly what I'm talking about! Everyone on this list is dead!"
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Title: Gummy by Wolfflax
Tags: M/M, Mouse, Roleplay, Short, Vore (soft), Wolf
My name's Timothy Whiskers. I'm a mouse.
Lately I've been living with a fox named Keith. I've got a little spot in a shoebox under the couch in his apartment. It's a pretty sweet deal. I get free snacks and wifi access. And every once in a while, he'll stick me up his ass.
Sometimes he'll even clean it out first.
We also live with a wolf named Jerry. He's Keith's pet, Keith's lover, and just about the sexiest beast alive. Big gut, wide throat, unapologetic stink -- who could ask for more? These days he goes on all fours most of the time, and it suits him pretty well. He's not as shy as he used to be, but he tries to be friendly and polite.
Still, I know what he's thinking. His mouth waters every time he talks to me. Nice as he is, I know he'd eat me if the circumstances were right. It's how he lost his job and ended up a feral wolf in Keith's legal possession to begin with -- he ate one of his customers at the sandwich shop where he worked.
It was a mouse. Just like me.
We're friends and everything, but his belly doesn't know that. It just wants a second helping of rodent tartar. I've got a funny sort of feeling that I'm going to be spending my retirement in his gut between a side of fries and a milkshake.
I guess I should be horrified by all of that, but the fact is... well, I'm a sick little fuck. Living with a guy who thinks I'm snack food? That's about the hottest thing in the world. He teases me about it. I've spent a lot of time between his teeth. He'll swallow things while I watch. It's all good.
Anyway, Keith. He owns a candy shop in the mall. And not just one of those dinky little hole-in-the-wall closets or anything, no, this place is *massive*. Some of the stuff they sell comes from the usual candy distributors, but a lot of it is made on-site. They've got a huge kitchen in the back, with something like a dozen foxes all running around, making lollipops and chocolate truffles and fresh noughat and all sorts of cool stuff. And they're always coming up with new ideas for sweets and treats. They get a lot of repeat business because their recipes are rotated regularly, always coming up with something new.
And Keith likes to take his work home with him.
Jerry and I get to "beta test" all of his latest confections. My personal favorite has been the Neopolitan Sticks -- chocolate bars with a strawberry-vanilla cream filling. Jerry goes nuts over the Tiramisu Balls. He takes our feedback into account, and sometimes he'll offer us multiple versions of his newest creations, until he's absolutely certain that he's got it right. I have to admit, it's kind of neat playing such an integral part in the process.
Still, I never guessed exactly how integral I was about to become.
One night, I was sitting in my shoebox, poking around a tutorial about animating sprites for my Atari games, when I heard the WHUMPH of someone landing on the couch above me, followed by a sharp rap-rap-rap on the wall. I poked my head out and found a cheerful fox face hanging upside down, peeking under the couch's lifted skirt.
"Ah, Timothy Whiskers," he sang. "Just the gentleman I wanted to speak to. Could I ask for your attention for perhaps fifteen minutes?"
I stepped all the way out to meet him. "I guess?"
"Marvelous." Gyoink. I was pulled up by the back of the shirt and set on Keith's crossed knee, and he looked down at me, bubbling with excitement about something or other. "So. I know you're a busy mouse, so let's get down to business. I have a proposal that may interest you."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
He jabbed me backward with one claw, and I landed flat on my back. "I've had an idea for a new line of candy," he mused, rubbing my stomach up and down. "It's bold, exotic, and somewhat controversial. It speaks to the baser desires of some of our clientel, and because of this, there have been those who have argued that it should not be pursued. I'll be the first to admit that it's a bold risk to take, but I've decided that it must be done."
"Yeah?" I grinned, grabbing the finger that was rubbing me. "So what do you need me for?"
"I need you," he said with a toothy, foxy grin, "To model for it."
I blinked. "Model for it?"
"Think of it," he said, gesturing with a paw as if he could make it appear out of thin air. "Gummy Mice, in eight lucious fruit flavors. Life-size. Bite-size. Eerily realistic. Made in the image of Timothy Whiskers. A charming dessert that no fox could resist."
I laughed. "You're kidding."
"Nope," he said, fluffing up proudly. "It's one of my best ideas yet. I'm sure there's a market for it. Think of all of the raccoons and badgers and cats and dogs who would love to gobble up little mice. Well, now they could do it without hurting any innocent rodents." He gave me a broad grin. "Of course, since you're the inspiration for this idea, I thought it would be delightful if it was based on you."
I gave him an embarassed grin. How touching. It *has* always been sort of a peeve of mine. Every day, big predators gobble up little defenseless animals who *don't* want to be eaten. They're not supposed to, of course, but most of them get away with it. It was an interesting idea -- offer them a confectionery substitute.
I smirked. "I bet your mouse customers will love it."
Keith's smile vanished, and his eyes flicked to the side. "Well, therein lies the controversy. We're proud, of course, to have customers of every species at our store. Believe it or not, but we *do* get complaints from bears from time to time -- bears! -- because we stock gummy candy in their vague likeness."
I nodded. I've gone up against some grouchy bears in my time. "I believe it."
"So I can only imagine the backlash we'd receive if we started encouraging our customers to eat candies shaped like prey animals," Keith frowned. "And I'm not so sure it *wouldn't* be a step in the wrong direction. This will be a secret development, distributed through carefully selected channels, with none of the company's usual branding." He gave his tail a coy flick. "So what do you think? Would you care to be a secret candy?"
It was hard to resist the idea of giving big predators everywhere the chance to eat me. "Why not?" I shrugged.
Keith nodded, pleased. "Then we begin tomorrow!"
The next day, I went in to the kitchen with Keith. I'd been there a couple times in the past, so I had a few familiar faces to greet. I got a smug grin or two from them; they knew what I was there for. I guess I hadn't really thought about what the modeling would entail. Maybe posing for some photographs. But no.
They wanted a full-body mold.
"Most gummy candies are flat on the bottom," Keith explained. "The texture only comes through on one side. This will be a slightly more complicated mold; I want it to look as realistic as possible all the way around."
So I spent half an hour sucking air through a straw with my whole body encased in some sort of plaster, followed by a slow, slow, slow chipping as Keith opened it up. The result -- two pieces of plaster, each with a perfect indentation of half of my body -- front and back.
"We'll use this to make a model we can manipulate," Keith explained. "The ears and the tail may have to be changed just a bit so that the final product has a bit more structural integrity. Maybe something to make the limbs more articulate. Otherwise... that should do the trick."
And that was the last I heard of the project for a couple weeks. I'd actually forgotten all about it when Keith came home one evening and called for me. He'd brought home a large cardboard box, and he insisted on showing me immediately.
He opened the box on the kitchen table and set me inside. "Go ahead and take a look," he beamed, his tail whisking to and fro. "I'm very proud of how they turned out."
It was uncanny, and only slightly disturbing. Eight mice, each a different color, stretched out on their backs. Each of them had my face. Smiling pleasantly, legs slightly bent.
"These are the very first prototypes, one of each flavor," Keith explained, pointing them out. "Cherry, orange, lemon, lime, green apple, blue raspberry, grape, and pineapple. They taste like any other gummy candy, but look at the detail."
When I looked closer, I could see fine hairs etched across the surface. Individual toes on all of the paws. Yeah, the tail and ears were slightly larger, but I never would have noticed if Keith hadn't said anything about them. The whole thing looked very natural.
"And look at this!" He touched the grape one and slightly bent the legs back and forth, and then nodded the head up and down. "Just a little bit of articulation there; we picked the angles so that all of the limbs would look natural if they flopped a little, and you can bend them without tearing the gelatin."
I nodded, impressed. "That's a real work of art," I agreed. "Almost seems too nice to --"
"Oooo, are we sampling?"
A shaggy wolf paw plucked the cherry mouse by the tail. I looked up, horrified, to see it dangling over Jerry's open jaws. The tail poked out of his lips as he chewed. *Hard*. His tongue rolled out to scoop it up.
GLORP.
Down in one. The bastard never had a chance.
My knees buckled beneath me.
Jerry's ears flattened when he realized we were both looking up at him, horrified. "What?"
Keith's muzzle spread into a broad, amused grin. "Jerry. I'd like to introduce you to the latest and least avowed creation of the kitchens of Owens Chocolates." He held up the orange mouse to give Jerry a closer look. "Timothy Whiskers. Now in eight fruit flavors."
He blinked. Looked at the candy. Looked down at me. Picked up the two of us and held us side to side for a comparison, his cheeks starting to flush up. Licked his nose once.
"Well, it was good, anyway," he said, grinning sheepishly at Keith.
Keith patted Jerry on the belly, smiling smugly. "Glad to see they're a hit. You can keep the rest of the box. I'm going to go get changed." And he padded merrily off.
Jerry looked down at the orange mouse as if he was judging the trajectory to pop it in his mouth, but then he turned to look at me and seemed to think better of it.
Me, I was grinning from ear to ear. I pointed up at him. "You know what this calls for?"
His ears pricked up, surprised. "What?"
"A *roleplay*."
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It was early in the afternoon. I was in the shadow of the kitchen table, trying to fit a wobbly gummy mouse into a pair of pants as he grinned back at me, blank and stupid. Jerry had decided on grape flavor in the end. I heard a metallic grinding noise coming from the other side of the kitchen, and my heart started pounding. The electric can opener. Oh *god* this was going to be awesome!
Wolf paws approached, and Jerry set his plastic meal dish down next to me. Thing was a lot taller than I was. "Just about ready?" he asked, dropping to all fours.
I struggled a little bit with the grape mouse, trying to get him to sit up straight. I finally got the balance right, but his posture lilted slightly to one side like a rag doll. "Yep," I said. "Just give me a second."
He nodded and turned, tail swaying casually as he padded around to the other side of the island counter. Cocky swagger -- wuff knew he was getting his. "Holler when you're situated. Safety word is 'red light'."
I scrambled up on top of the short stack of coasters Jerry had brought in from the coffee table in the living room. From my perch, I had a perfect view of the entire bowl. Big mound of canned dog meat, sagging in its cylindrical shape. But not for long.
"Okay, go!" I called.
Seven hundred pounds of wolf came stalking into view. Head down and shoulders hunched. He was in full beast mode. Even though I knew we were just playing, I couldn't help getting a little shiver down my spine.
"Hey Big Guy," I called up to him cheerfully.
"Hey," he grinned, addressing the candy sat next to his food dish. "You seen Keith around lately?"
"Hmmmm... Last I saw him, he was headed for work."
"Really." THOOM. One big paw squashed the gummy mouse against the floor. I squeaked reflexively. Then he picked it up by the tail and dangled it in front of his nose. His eyes were sharply focused and his muzzle spread into a sick bastard grin.
I was already shaking. "So, ummm... Did you need him for something?" I asked.
"Nope," he purred. "Nothing going on here that he needs to be involved in."
PLUT. The sound of a grape flavored gummy mouse hitting a pile of dog food from two feet up, hard enough to leave a two-inch dent. Its little body was twisted uncomfortably, smiling off into space. Ewww. It wasn't hard to guess what it would feel like, based on the smell. My pulse was pounding.
"Hey!" I shouted. My voice was unsteady. "Gentle, I could've -- "
CHOMP. I squeaked and dodged backward instinctively, eyes wide. Half the meat was gone, but the gummy mouse was still there. He'd missed by maybe half an inch. He stared down at his bowl, cheeks bulged, molars working, tail waving back and forth.
I'd seen him like this before. Oh god oh god.
"Jerry, what are you doing?" I squeaked.
GLUNK. I could see his adam's apple chug once, and then he grinned. "It's called 'lunch'."
I cringed reflexively. "But you're not going to hurt me, right?"
CHOMP. Another bite to the other side of the candy mouse. His little island was barely larger than he was. A low growl from the wolf as he chewed. swallowed. Licked his nose.
"Right?" I squeaked.
A little smile.
Then he *yawned*.
"Ohmygod, HELP! HELP!" I screamed as he descended on the bowl. His tongue rolled out, thick and broad, and scooped up the last mouthful of meat from the bottom of the dish. And I watched myself roll along with it, watched as the jaws folded closed neatly around me. He closed his eyes and chewed. Serene. Meditative. His tail sweeping from side to side. His head tipped back, his throat worked once... And then he opened his eyes again, a shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Wow," I grinned. "I --"
His paw came down and lifted me up. I panicked briefly, suddenly concerned that he was going to take things further, but he just lifted me up and set me on the kitchen table. I was just about at his eye level. He had an enigmatic expression on his face. Before I could ask...
*He opened his mouth.*
Thick, pointed canine teeth framed my view. Thick ropes and bubbles of drool and mucus hung in the cavern. And there, in the back, cradled delicately between tongue and soft pallette, was me. Pantsless, but unhurt.
I gasped, realizing what had happened. I had to get back into character. "Oh thank god," I said, relieved. "I --"
His throat suddenly dilated, and the gummy me just... slipped inside. The back of the tongue rose again. Gluck. Just one smooth motion.
That was the last I saw of me.
My teeth were already chattering. But then he had to go and...
Oh god...
He tipped his head back. Two fingers against his adam's apple. Sloooooowly tracing the way down. I watched my own descent with wide eyes and a slack jaw. Steadily down his thick neck, steadily across his hairy chest, until finally... it came to a stop.
One paw on his gut. Stroking possessively. "Last stop, bottom floor. End of the line."
He belched. Deep. Gutteral. *Echoing*. Drew it out for two whole seconds, open wide in my face. Like the last chug of a flushing toilet.
"And that sound means we've got one less mouse to worry about."
He spit into his dog dish. A tiny pair of mouse pants.
*WOW.* I was shaking so much I couldn't talk. I couldn't think straight.
"How was I?" I squeaked out at last.
One big paw came down on me. Thud. I was flat against the table, just my legs and butt hanging out. His nose was so close that I could feel his breath, warm and moist against my ass. "Very soft," he murmured. And then came the long, thick wave of his tongue, pasting my butt, screwing me up red hot. "And *very* sweet."
My eyes watered. "Oh god, you're going to have to do that again," I squeaked.
"What, the whole thing?" he asked, surprised.
"No, no, just the lick," I assured him.
It hit me like an earthquake. It shook me to my marrows. Wound up to my breaking point and then *demolished* by his tongue, licking me over and over again until I was screaming and coming at the same time. I swear, I almost blacked out. When he lifted up again, I was sprawled out on the tabletop, panting, staring out blindly into space.
*Totally* awesome.
An amused voice drifted into my consciousness. "Take some time to recover. I'll be in the living room."
I nodded slightly, distracted.
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I lost track of time for a while. It seemed like it was hours before I felt like I could move again. But when I was ready for act two, I climbed down the table leg and stumbled into the living room.
I found Jerry stretched out on the couch, laying on his side. Belly sticking out. Look on his face like he was having his fucking *way*. Something was on TV, but he didn't seem to be paying much attention to it. He gave little notice as I climbed up onto the couch, scampered up his leg, and curled up on his belly. I dug my nose deep into his fur, closed my eyes, and savored the lingering afterglow. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so absolutely, luxuriously sated. So serene and relaxed from my nose to my toes. I stayed there for a long time, bathing in the aroma of wolf musk, slowly rising and sinking with his breath, listening to the bubbling in Jerry's stomach.
I'd been in his stomach before. On friendly terms, of course. I tried to relive those images as I listened, imagining myself in that candy mouse's place, being packed with a whole can of dog food in an organic meat processing plant. Turning into soup.
I know I'm crazy and everything, but I swear there's a sort of intimacy that goes with being swallowed alive. It's being conquered by something larger than you, but it's also... well, like they're opening up to you in a way. Showing you a part of themselves that they try to keep hidden. Laugh if you want, but it's hard not to feel some sort of connection to someone once you've been to the bottom of their stomach. You can't get much closer to someone than by being physically inside them.
"How am I doing in there?" I asked at last.
"Oh, you're all settled in," he assured me with a grin, giving me a quick glance before returning his attention to the television. "You're just sort of sitting down there in the bottom at the moment. Not quite so heavy anymore." He gave his cheeks a smug scratching. "Hate to say it, Tim, but I'll have you wiped out in about half an hour here. Nice knowing you though."
Mmmmmm. "Likewise."
He kept me updated on the situation from time to time. All together, it took about three hours for Jerry to go from completely sated to completely hollow again. I was long gone by the time Keith came home.
"Hey boys!" his voice sang from the doormat.
Jerry turned his head and gave a lazy wave. "Hey Keith."
Keith grabbed Jerry's head for a little kissyface, then he suddenly became thoughtful. "Hmmm... And where's my adorable Timothy Whiskers?"
"Haven't seen him since lunch," Jerry grinned.
"That's odd," Keith said thoughtfully, starting to scratch at Jerry's exposed belly. "He's usually so happy to see me when I get home from work. It does bring such joy to my heart to see his smiling little face."
"I'm sure he'll -- \*URP\* -- show up." Jerry grinned smugly. "'Scuse me."
I laughed and shook my head. "You assholes."
Keith gave me a brief smirk. Of course, he was in on the game too. "Well, I bought a nice present for him," Keith said, showing Jerry a tiny little giftwrapped box. "Could you let him know if you see him? I was so hoping it would lift his precious little spirit."
Jerry reached out and nabbed the little box. "I'll make sure he gets it," he grinned.
"Well, out of these work clothes then," Keith said. "I'll be right back, and then we can start dinner."
Keith padded off. Jerry looked down at me with a grin. Flicked the giftbox up, caught it like a kernel of popcorn, and swallowed.
I knew that was coming, but it was still cute. "You bastard."
Jerry folded his paws behind his head. "I aim to please."
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The next morning, I was up a little early to attend my own funeral. It was a quiet, private service, just me and Jerry. He had a nice little plot all picked out for my burial.
His *litter box*.
I'll spare you the gorey details. Suffice it to say, my gummy lookalike wasn't much of a match against fifty feet of wolf intestines.
Afterward, we adjourned to the kitchen, and I sat on the kitchen table to watch Jerry mix up some homemade waffle batter. There was a swing in his tail and an unconscious smile on his face.
I leaned back and flicked my tail. At last I decided I might as well ask. "So."
"Hmmm?"
"Do you think you ever *would*?"
I expected his reaction. He stopped whisking, his head dropped backward, and he rolled his eyes. "Why do we have to go through this again?"
"Because you give me a different answer every time," I grinned. "One of these days, you're going to slip and tell the truth. I thought that might be today."
He gave me one of those annoyed "stop being right all the time" looks, but then it looked like he was actually giving the matter some thought. He stepped away from the bowl and approached me, sizing me up. It was about a minute or two before a smile started creeping across his muzzle again.
"Okay," he sighed, looking a little embarassed. "I liked that. A lot." A paw came down on top of me. Gentle, but firm. Squeak. "I mean... *a lot* a lot. I... do like eating mice. And... yeah, I guess I think about it. And it was fun to spend the afternoon pretending that I ate you. And I'm going to do it again sometime."
His tail wagged low. Obviously wasn't the easiest thing in the world for him to admit. "But we're friends first and predator/prey second. You know that. If you weren't interested in this stuff, I'd never even bring it up. I am never, ever going to *really* eat you. All right?"
I gave one of his fingers a squeeze. "Hmmmm..."
He smirked. "So is that the answer you were looking for, or what?"
"It'll do I guess," I said. "For now."
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Title: Beetlesmith's Ch. 21
Tags: hell
*First, I would like to thank the wonderful Bella Mariposa for editing this chapter.
Synopsis: To recap the story so far, our protagonist, Will Henry, walks into an unusual curio shop owned by Bartholomew Beetlesmith. After some discussion, Beetlesmith makes him an unusual offer, a test sample of what Beetlesmith claims is the most powerful aphrodisiac ever designed, called the Elixir. Though skeptical, Henry does administer the drug to his wife and her friend. The results exceed Will's wildest imaginations in carnal delights.
Henry returns to Beetlesmith's shop to purchase more elixir. Beetlesmith agrees to sell him more, but imposes a condition, and a warning.
The condition: silence is golden. No one outside Beetlesmith's client list shall know of the elixir's existence. Breach of this one condition, by anyone, results to total banishment from the purchase of the elixir, and not just for the offending party, but banishment for all of the current clients as well. Beetlesmith is adamant about this condition, saying that he has scuttled more than a few client lists in the past when word of the elixir leaked out to the uninvited.
Beetlesmith also warns that the elixir is not without side effects, some minor, others more severe. The more one uses the elixir, the more pronounced the physical and mental side effects become.
Even with all these warnings and the strange requirement for silence, Henry accepts these conditions. Thus, his name is put on the current list, and he becomes Beetlesmith's newest client.
Almost immediately, Henry begins to experience side effects from using the drug, but they are not the ones Beetlesmith talked about. Among many other things, Henry developed the ability to read minds, as well as developing a form of psychokinesis, where he can manipulate people and things around him. Fearing irreparable damage to his brain, Henry attempts to discontinue using the elixir. However, even without using the elixir, Henry's superhuman abilities continue to grow.
Though these side effects are unsettling to Will, eventually he realizes his newfound powers allow him to do all the things the elixir can do, by only using his mind.
Just when things seem to be working out well, Will discovers an unsettling truth about Beetlesmith. That he isn't the jolly, benign inventor and antique dealer he's always claimed to be—his motives being far more nefarious and dangerous.
In the last chapter, Henry confronts Beetlesmith, having discovered that his past clients were not just banished from access to the elixir, but they were all, in fact, murdered. We pick up the story as Will Henry is going to 'deal' with Beetlesmith once and for all.*
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*"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—of cabbages—and of kings..."*
—The Walrus and the Carpenter *from* Through the Looking-Glass and what Alice Found There; Lewis Carroll.
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Beetlesmith stared back at me, wide-eyed. Obviously, he hadn't counted on me finding out his secret. I guess I finally surprised the old fuck.
I didn't wait for his response. Instead, I folded his old list back into my breast pocket and set about securing the entrance and pulling down the shades to his shop.
I had murder on my mind...
No, that isn't entirely true. I did plan to kill Beetlesmith, but I didn't see it as premeditated murder—thinking it closer to self-defense.
It was apparent that over the course of a few weeks Beetlesmith had killed well over one-hundred people. How long before he decides those on his current list, specifically me, are also in need of extinction? I do not intend to find out, and to paraphrase Dylan Thomas, 'I was not going to go gentle into that good night.' I'm going to kill the old fuck before he kills me.
My only question now: would I do it with my bare hands, or just shrivel his brain with a thought?
Beetlesmith must have guessed my mind, saying to me as I pulled down the last shade, "Perhaps we should talk about this first, Mr. Henry, before you do anything rash."
"What is there to talk about? You get your kicks administering a drug that fucks with our minds. Then you kill us."
"Let me assure you, I killed no one."
I thought he was lying to save himself. I ask, suspiciously, "If not you, who? One thing's for sure, everyone on this list is dead, and they all didn't die of natural causes."
"Well, not everyone, but we can get into that a little later after we talk a bit. As for who, let's just call him my benefactor."
Now I was confused. The old cocksucker sounded sincere. I asked, "Benefactor? I suppose he knows of us? Of the list?"
Beetlesmith laughed at my absurd question. "Of course. You don't think I'd have any dealings with you reprobate dolts without having a little...muscle as a safeguard. I told you, Mr. Henry, the list is my insurance, and my Benefactor will ensure the policy is carried out to the last name, if and when the time comes, and even if I'm extant or not."
After finding out that bit of information, I resigned myself to hear what he had to say. Mostly, I wanted to humor him long enough to figure out if his Benefactor was real, and whether I could dispose of him and Beetlesmith. "You said you wanted to talk. I'm listening."
"Good, good. A cooler head is to your benefit, Mr. Henry. First, I must commend you on your astuteness. Rarely do any of my clients catch wind that anything's amiss."
"Spare me your compliments, and get on with it."
"Then allow me the opportunity to compliment myself." He paused for a long moment, staring at me as if I were a great work of art that first needs to be admired with utmost thoughtfulness before commenting. "From the moment I first saw you, I had a feeling you were the one. I felt it in my gut. Right down in my bones, as it were. However, life is so fluid and unpredictable. Given the mercurial nature of events, there's so much one can't be sure of, particularly at the beginning of things. There were others such as yourself, to be sure. Many others over the millennia that held promise at the start, but who tragically failed in the end. As such, I was never positive about you. Hopeful, yes, but never positive. That is until you told me all that was happening the last time you were here. It was then that I knew, unequivocally."
"Knew, what?" I ask, frustrated. As always, he wasn't coming to the point.
"That you are the one. That you are the apple of his eye, and he has taken a very personal interest in you."
"Speak plainly for once. Who is this *he* you're talking about?"
Beetlesmith playfully put a finger to his lips, and said, "Hush Mr. Henry, we mustn't say their names aloud. They prefer to work anonymously from the shadows. But to answer your question, he is my benefactor of whom I spoke of earlier. He is my Master...or I should say, our Master now. If you need a name, then call him the redoubtable Mr. A."
"Very well Mr. Beetlesmith. Go on. Why am I so special to this...Mr. A?"
I stayed quiet from then on, as Beetlesmith began his explanation. What he told me is just too fantastical for me to relay in any kind of detail, except to say it was a strange mixture of theological mysticism adulterated with an unhealthy amount of science fiction, or so it seemed to me. I didn't understand half of what he said and the other half I found hard to believe.
It seems there has been an ongoing 'conflict' between two factions, who Beetlesmith calls the 'Cruel Ones' and the 'Bright Ones.' The conflict has been going on for thousands of millennia, ever since our ancestors began walking upright at Olduvai. The factions have been influencing us, pulling human beings in one direction or another, to meet their contentious goals. Beetlesmith was unclear on the specifics of each factions' ambitions, but he did make it clear that a final reckoning is occurring. An event that will put an end to the war once and for all, and somehow, I'm at the center of it all. The prize of victory was nothing less than the disposition of all sentient life—life, not just on Earth, but throughout the whole universe.
'Not just our world, but a whole universe of worlds.' These were Beetlesmith's exact words, and they struck me as comically insane. Feigning interest in his nonsense, I asked, "Why this world when there are supposedly so many that could hold their attentions? What makes us so special?"
"Because we *are* that special. They've traveled a universe and find us singularly unique in it all. Of all the species they've encountered, no other is as malleable; and no other is as imbued in the universal contradiction of existence. The dichotomy of good and evil coexists within us, unfettered and without hindrance, and because of this, we are the fulcrum that holds the universe in balance. Tip us in one direction or the other, and *everything* slides either into the cool, familiar darkness or into the stark, warm light." He grimaced when he said 'light,' as if pronouncing the word filled his mouth with ash. Regaining his composure, he finished, "It's because of our uniqueness that it is here they've decided to put everything to a final test."
I ask, incredulously, "And this prize you speak of, what do you mean by, 'disposition?'"
"It's hard to explain without a common frame of reference, Mr. Henry."
"Try. So far you've told me nothing I find pertinent or believable, and I'm fast losing patience with your bullshit."
"Given my situation and your intentions, I'm sorry for your lack of patience, Mr. Henry. Truly I am. However, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted. Just take my word that all will be revealed to you in time."
I laughed in his face. "What good is your word? You've done nothing but lie to me ever since I first entered your shop."
"If you're talking about the elixir, then yes, I lied to you. They were lies of necessity, though. Lies more of omission rather than commission. I hope you understand."
"I don't understand any of this. Just speak plainly for once. Why lie about..." Then it hit me in midsentence, "Why lie unless the elixir isn't really an aphrodisiac."
"Ah. Very good, Mr. Henry. You finally have clarity." Beetlesmith underscored his praise by vigorously nodding his head in affirmation. Then he continued, matter-of-factly, "To answer your first question, the lie is an old magician's deception. Get the audience watching one hand as you set the trick up with the other. I wanted you thinking...believing the elixir imparts some biochemical change in the participants. I wanted your mind focused on *that* possibility, rather than what was actually occurring."
"What do you mean? What is actually occurring? I don't understand..."
"You see, lack of a common reference," he said, cutting me off.
"Then you need to bring me up to speed so there is a common reference. You're going to find a way to explain it to me in one minute, or I *will* burn a hole in your brain, this mysterious Mr. A notwithstanding! What is it?"
"It is many things, Mr. Henry. A portal, a beacon...an insidious corruptor, among its many, most wonderful properties. In this regard, its functionality makes it a universal Swiss army knife for the depraved. All that aside, its main purpose is to act like flypaper."
"So far, you're making less sense than before, and that's saying something. You have thirty seconds. What does this, so called, flypaper catch?"
"Souls, Mr. Henry, it catches souls."
"Souls? You mean as in our spiritual souls, forever and ever, everlasting?"
"Exactly, Mr. Henry, the spiritual self."
"My soul?" I asked, rhetorically.
"Of course. You don't see any other miscreant in the store, do you?" I must have given Beetlesmith an odd look, because he paused for a moment before continuing, "I was under the impression from our first meeting you didn't believe in such things; thus, my remark about lacking a common reference."
"As a matter of fact, I don't."
Beetlesmith smiled suspiciously before responding, "If you say so, Mr. Henry. The look you just gave tells a different story. However, if not, then you had better start believing. You're already wading hip deep in the beyond: slipped almost precariously through the mercurial plane that exists outside our own reality. We can't see it, of course, although we do feel it on occasion...in our souls, to be precise. Start believing, Mr. Henry, it's only a matter of time before you're totally submerged."
I ignored his cryptic message about 'submerging in the beyond,' asking, instead, "What do you mean by 'portal?'"
"Just what it implies, it acts as a doorway between our two planes. Ordinarily, their power over us is ephemeral and amounting to no more than mere whispers of influence; though they can be powerful whispers, if given at the right moment in a person's life. The elixir, on the other hand, allows for actual contact between the 'Others' and we mortals."
"You're talking about...possession," I said it as a declaration, but it sounded like a question.
"It doesn't really work that way. You've been watching too many Hollywood movies, Mr. Henry. Oh, accidents do happen. Sometimes the incubus or succubus slips through the plane and into the mortal. Causes a terrible mess for all concerned, and the host usually dies as the Other claws its way back into its own realm, but this is a rare occurrence. Ordinarily, when contact is achieved, the Others treat us as finger puppets, manipulating us, this way and that, but nothing more. "
"Oh, please," I scoffed.
Beetlesmith was becoming annoyed. "Mr. Henry, if you are going to sneer in disbelief at everything I tell you, then we are at an impasse..."
"Listen to the serial liar, outraged at not being believed. All right, I'll bite. If what you say is true, how is it that I'm the only one with special powers? I can only assume my powers are derived from using the elixir, allowing these Others to have their way with me. Yet according to you, they manipulate everyone that has been given the elixir. So, why doesn't everyone have these powers?" I didn't tell him about Karen, who was also developing the same powers, wanting to keep any mention of my wife as far away from him as possible.
"I told you, the Master has taken a personal interest in you. In all my dealings with him, I've never seen this type of enthusiasm for a client. It's unprecedented."
"Which means what, exactly?"
"The Master is very esoteric, to say the least, but one thing I do know, he doesn't like to get too involved in...oh, how should I say it...involved in the day-to-day operations of contact and control. He lets his minions do the dirty work, allowing them their fun with us. Usually, he only watches us as his minions play; though, he may visit us in our dreams on occasion, but nothing more. His corrupting force is powerful enough from the shadows. This time, it's different."
He looked at me with a smug expression, as if that should have settled the matter—'Question asked and answered, Mr. Henry, you dolt.'
Of course, I was still in the dark as to what he was talking about, although his mentioning, 'visits to our dreams,' sent a chill down my spine. To say I wanted to punch that smug look off his face would be an understatement. "I still don't understand. What does any of this have to do with my powers?"
He smiled that little smile that now so inflames my heart with rage and hate. "As I've said, it's obvious from everything you've told me that he has taken a personal interest in you. He's manipulating you directly. And every time a part of him crosses over and makes contact with you, a little bit of him is left behind. Your powers have grown exceptionally strong, indeed, Mr. Henry." He chuckled to himself before finishing, "You've become a regular, chip off the old block, as they say, though you don't exercise your powers as much as you could."
Beetlesmith continued, rhetorically, "Do you know how rare you are, Mr. Henry? A virtuous man...or as virtuous as any man can be in this day of pervasive and cheap pornography and even cheaper virtues...full of such love and devotion to a barren wife, who, and let's be honest, isn't the most faithful spouse a man can have. Yet, you love her in spite of all her carnal flaws, a love bordering on saintly devotion. However, what makes you the true prize, a real plum, is that virginal friend of yours."
He paused for a long moment, allowing that last revelation to sink in. "Miss Resik is her name, isn't it? Gloria Resik? Do you know how many forty-plus virgins there are in the modern world? Very few that can still have normal children. Yes, such a prize, you are."
I was taken aback at hearing Gloria's name. I hadn't talked to her in months, and I know I've never mentioned her to Beetlesmith by name. Now, hearing her spoken about so prominently by him, and in such reverent tones, was unsettling. How could he know about her, and know the other details of my life—a barren wife who committed adultery? A virginal friend?
Regaining my composure, I said to him, slowly, as a warning, "Leave them out of this."
"Why, Mr. Henry? It's the reason you are here."
I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he kept talking and talking in a way that was taunting me. Poking me, like an idiot tourist who pokes at a bear with a stick, trying to elicit a response for his camera.
"She loves you, you know. Gloria. She loves you almost as much as you love your wife. Haven't you ever seen how she looked at you over these many years? Always pining after you with her eyes, so full of love and lust, laughing at all your silly witticisms, always feigning great interest in even the most insignificant and mundane thing you have to say. Her love for you is deep, so deep that she was saving herself for you and you alone. She wanted to tell you these things, and almost did a few times over the years, but her love and friendship to your wife precluded it. So, she stayed a virgin, suffering in silence. Suffering, at least, until those glorious nights when you used the elixir and she could finally have you without guilt or remorse because her friend, your wife, gave her permission."
Now, he was making things up. I was about to scoff at him, again, when I remembered something that happened.
It was the first time I administered the elixir to everyone, myself included. It occurred late in the evening, just before I passed out. Karen and Jackie had their fight, leaving Gloria and I coupled by ourselves as the other two worked through their differences.
It was a slow, romantic fuck, and one Gloria specifically requested. What I remember most was how she looked up at me, holding my head lovingly in her hands as I laid on top of her. It wasn't a look of lust, which I saw often from all the women that evening, but a sweet, innocent look of love, hope, and longing. Then, just before I fell unconscious, she said something to me. I couldn't hear what she said, but I read her lips clear enough, 'I've always loved you.'
When I woke up the next day, I didn't give her words much importance, thinking her feelings were due to the effects of the elixir. Now, in light of what Beetlesmith just told me...
"How can you know these things?"
"It's my job. I've been granted certain powers of prescience as keeper of the elixir. I'll tell you what else I know, Mr. Henry. Your friend was pregnant."
"What?"
"We sometimes forget the little details; details, such as self-imposed celibates and their lack for needing birth control. It was an error on our part, and shouldn't have happened so soon. It has since been corrected. The time for that wasn't yet ripe, but it's ripening."
The anger was rising in me, soon to become rage if he kept up his smug taunts. "You sick fuck. Not another word about her."
"I know it hurts, Mr. Henry. Losing a child can be painful. Take heart, though, it will all work out for the better in the end. The Master will see to that."
"I said shut the fuck up about it!"
Not heeding, or caring about the danger he was in from my growing anger, he continued to mock, "You're a fool, and your indignant ingratitude is distressing. You've been privy to things most men would suffer the fires of Hell for, but like the fool that you are, you spit it back in our face. I'll tell you something else that I know, Mr. Henry. You should be thanking us."
Seeing my look of incredulity, he reiterated, "Oh yes, thanking us. What with the powers granted to you, you were finally able to bring that rabid slut, bitch of a wife to heel. Did you really think Kendall was her first, or that the first time she did that Mr. Cope fellow was at that supercilious party of yours? Your wife's been quite the democratic drawbridge throughout your marriage, going down for just about anyone who crossed her path. And I do mean going down."
He smiled sanctimoniously, and then continued, "Would you like to hear about one of her more lascivious exploits? It was that time you went on business to Seattle. Remember?"
He waited for me to respond. When I didn't, he continued, "You two were beginning to have your problems, and she was developing that itch your pedestrian lifestyle could never scratch. You weren't gone for more than a day when feeling even randier than usual, all foot-loose and fancy-free because she was finally free and on her own, tarted herself up in the tightest spandex skirt she had, pantiless of course, and went trolling.
He must have noticed me balling my hands into fists and paused. He smiled sanctimoniously again when I didn't make a move toward him. "Anyway, she didn't have to search for long, ending up at that bar located just outside of your hometown. You know the place. Pepper's. All greasy biker types that smell of burnt motor oil, stale beer, and even staler whiskey. You know the type. When they're not vomiting out a fifth of Jack in the open cesspool they call a latrine, they're engaged with low-rent strippers who charge twenty dollars for a back ally blowjob. Ten for a hand job. Very entrepreneurial, those twats."
He winked at me, and I felt the blood rushing to my head. "Surprised? Anything to add? No? Very well, it took her no more than five minutes to invite four of the larger fellows to the rat-trap motel across the street. They fucked her in every orifice, mouth, cunt, and ass. Most times all three at once as she jacked off the odd man out. Who knows how much semen she ingested? Probably enough to impregnate a small country. Young, dumb, and full of cum, those fellows, and your slut-whore of a wife was more than willing to indulge in all of their debauched fantasies. She's truly insatiable. One time, she even talked to you on her cell phone as she took it up the ass from one of them. They all had a great laugh about that. Can you picture it, Mr. Henry? The drunken sod pounding away into your wife's already semen-coated ass as she's talking to you, and them laughing their sick asses off afterwards."
I really didn't believe a word he was saying, but his words still stabbed me deeply, wounding my pride.
It's funny, though, after all the crap I know this asshole's heaped onto Karen and me, it's his smug taunts that finally send me over the edge.
As quick as a cobra strike, I leaped over the counter with the intent of beating him to death with my bare hands. Damn the police and damn prison. I was going to make it personal, and I was going to make it hurt.
Beetlesmith went wide-eyed in surprise and quickly turned to run from me.
Then, just as I was about to lay my hands on him, I was assaulted by a stench that sent me reeling backward and putting me on my knees.
It was a stench worse than anything I could ever imagine, let alone encounter. Not even a thousand corpses rotting days in the summer sun could produce such a reek. So overwhelming to my senses, I vomited right there on the floor. It wafted around me like a heavy fog, encasing me in a shroud of putrid death. I was certain I could feel it oozing into my every pore, weakening me...corrupting me. I dared not breathe it in, and vainly forced air back out my nostrils and against the invading stink. I vomited again, and shut my eyes to it, less its corrupting force would somehow leave me blind.
Then, as quickly as it came, I felt it leave. At the same moment, I sensed a sudden change in the sounds and atmosphere around me.
I took a quick breath through my mouth. I could tell the air was more wholesome again, although a bit stale. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in Beetlesmith's shop.
I recognized where I was immediately. I stood, weak-kneed, in the cavernous room from my dreams.
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Everything was the same, save for the two chairs that were usually occupied by Karen and Gloria, but now, stood vacant beneath the two lights. The room felt cold and damp, and I still had no sense of walls or a ceiling, though I knew they existed. There was no sound at first, except for a slow drip of water. Against the chill, I wrapped my arms around myself, and waited, alone, for whatever was to come next.
Then above the sound of dripping water, I began to hear soft murmurs coming from somewhere in the darkness of the hall.
I followed these new sounds, and as I drew nearer, the murmurs became louder and more rancorous.
I continued walking toward the sounds.
A lighter shade of black, surrounded by the deeper darkness of the room, formed and grew in front of me. I recognized it as an opening to the cavernous hall.
I quickened my pace.
As I neared the opening, the more discernible to my ears the rancorous noise became. There could be no doubt as I stood at the threshold; it was the human sound of monumental hopelessness, pain, misery, and horror. It filled the air as I stepped out of the room.
There, before me lay the same flat plain dotted with craggy outcroppings that I saw outside of Beetlesmith's months ago. This was no vision, however. The look, smell, and feel of it all assaulted my senses. It was all too real, and filled me with monumental dread.
On the opposite side of that narrow, fetid river from my visions, I saw the reason for the horror-filled voices.
Two great beasts stalked the far bank. Each was twice as big as a man, walking upright as we do. Their bodies carried by two, long, muscular legs. Great, powerful arms hung down low below their knees, like an ape's, their knuckles nearly touching the ground.
A thick neck supported a massive, triangular-shaped skull, wide at the brow, but narrowing to a point at the chin. A row of small horns rimmed the top of their foreheads, given them the appearance of wearing a bony crown.
They swiveled their massive heads constantly as if seeking hidden prey, and sending thick stands of putrid drool in all directions. Wide mouths housed rows of sharp fangs, which they bared often in a horrific display. When not overtly displaying them, their teeth were concealed by fat, liver-colored lips, which bestow to their faces an almost slothful and gluttonous look.
I couldn't discern a nose or snout to speak of, just two small opens just above their fat lips.
Their large, unblinking eyes were amorphous with no pupil or iris, appearing to be made of a solid piece of stone rather than anything organic—hard as steel and black as coal.
Carrying kukri—long, scythe-like forward bending blades in their claws—they incessantly paced back and forth like caged dogs in front of a large throng of people, grunting and screeching in some unknown tongue while waving their blades wildly above their massive heads, and keeping the people herded into a tight group like animals.
The people were reminiscent of those from a mortal life. All were adults, male and female alike, each having a head, body, two arms and legs. However, they possessed an odd, yet warm, internal luminescence that glowed brightly, and often sparked briefly whenever they moved—appearing as if they shimmered reflected sunlight off the rippling waters of a pond.
I can only assume I was seeing the eternal manifestation of the soul of those recently departed from our mortal plane.
Using a free claw, one of the beasts grabbed a male spirit by his neck. Lifting him from the group as one may pluck a flower, the one beast pressed the man into a heavy post that was jutting out of the ground. As the beast held him up against the plank, the other one hammered a spike through the upper part of the man's chest, just below his collarbone, securing him to the post.
There, left dangling from the spike, the man writhed and screamed in agony. Moreover, and adding to the nightmare I was witnessing, with his full weight bearing him down against the heavy spike, I could hear the discernible sounds of bone cracking and splintering above his screams.
Flanking the crucified man, the beasts touched the tip of their kukri high on either side of his chest. Although they didn't draw their blades across his body, they cut nonetheless. Two, long gashes formed from where the tips of their blade touched his sides, extending to his breastbone, and splitting him open to expose the muscle and sinew beneath.
The soul emitted a high-pitched screech, more animal-like than human, as he thrashed his arms and legs anew against the pain the beasts had just inflicted.
Many in the captive throng tried to run at that point, turning their bodies opposite to the tortured man in an attempt at a quick dash.
There was no escape, however. Even that small desire to step a smidgen away from the eternal carnage was denied them, as some unseen force froze their feet to the ground. Nor could they close their eyes, or turn their heads, or even cover their ears against the tormented soul's animal screams. They were made to stand, and watch, and listen to the horror unfolding in front of them. The horror they, themselves, will soon experience.
Grabbing what could only be a loose flap of skin hanging from the newly formed gash, one of the beasts pulled it down, ripping a long panel of flesh away from the tortured man's body. The other beast did the same from the other gash.
Over and over the beasts took turns cutting, then ripping the man's flesh away from head to heel. They skinned him, leaving his hide in a tattered mound piled up at the base of the post.
His screams... Oh the screams, loud and incessant and defiantly unearthly, they tore into the other waiting souls like a dull knife that rips flesh rather than cuts. I could see his screams stamped on their faces, the looks of great suffering, as each of them reacted to the infinite depth of pain and helplessness the tortured man was inflicted by.
Drool dripped profusely from the fangs of the beasts as they howled and hooted uproariously in laughter. The soul's writhing agony was providing them great sport as they continued to flay.
And each time they ripped a piece of him away, the man's internal luminescence dimmed, slowly but inexorably, until appearing no more than weak candlelight behind thick, smoky glass. Finally, as the last tattered piece of skin was torn away, even that feeble light winked out into darkness.
Their fun momentarily ended, the beasts quartered what remained of the man's carcass, throwing the pieces and limbs along the banks of the river. Pulling the spike out of the post, they tossed the torso along the bank with the rest of him, and with a loud grunt, they kicked the gathered pile of skin there as well.
They then went back to pacing in front of the throng of souls, barking, and hooting, deciding who will be next for the post.
One of them grabbed a smallish woman nearby.
Her internal luminescence sparked and pulsed as she fought vainly against its grip.
Its lips curled into what I could only construe as a twisted smile before he put her whole head fully into its mouth. Then it bit down ripping her head from her torso.
Just as her head was severed, a brilliant flash of light emitted from deep within her, casting shadows everywhere. And just as quickly as her essence flashed of light, everything went black, as if a light bulb had burst, momentarily bathing everything in a warm luminescence before the filament quickly grows dark and cold.
In the shadow play caused by that brief luminescence, I saw the other beast dance and howl a pagan rite of delight, and then capping off its merriment by throwing its kukri hither and yon into the group, and haphazardly slashing, stabbing, and gutting everyone in its wake.
The beast with the woman threw her torso toward the river bank. It continued to roll her head around in its mouth like a child sucking on a jawbreaker before spitting it out at her lifeless carcass. The head was covered with a thick, putrid drool that sizzled and smoked, eating away and corrupting what little flesh still remained on the skull.
I turned my eyes away, looking down at the bank of the river, hoping beyond hope that I had seen the worst of it.
It was then that I saw the gnome-like creatures from my dreams emerging from the reeds. They went about picking up the scattered pieces of the soul that was flayed alive earlier, and placed them together in close proximity along the bank.
Then, I saw the pieces of him moving...reattaching. Arms and legs, bits of flesh and skin recombined back into something barely resembling a human form. Even the soul's internal light was back, though greatly diminished from before.
Yes, he was recombined, but it was all done imperfectly. Everything about him was skewed. Nothing on him matched to what used to be. No limb placed in its proper position or orientation. Even his skin was haphazardly arranged so that it bunched in great fleshy knots in some places, and in other places none occurred at all. He was recreated. Yes, forever recreated into a bent, twisted, crippled, disfigured and misshapen, manifestation of his former self.
The soul briefly and silently looked at the others before trudging off across the plain, as if some silent command beckoned him to go. The headless woman followed, also bent and crippled, her near fleshless skull was attached somewhere close to the base of her spine.
I heard another scream and more wailing. The beasts had chosen another soul to torment, nailing them to their cross in preparation for skinning. I didn't watch. My eyes followed the ones who just left.
In front of them, and at some distance, I saw another crippled soul, and then another further along the plain. There was a whole line of them, some walking on misshapen and mismatched limbs, others slithering because they had no limbs at all, and all making for the same destination. And there, where the line of souls ended, I could see the opening of a great cave.
My heart froze as fear gripped me. I could feel unspeakable evil residing in that place. An evil manifestation so dreadful and horrific, it made everything I had seen so far pale in comparison. Cruel and calculating evil, forever feasting on the misery it inflicts on both the living and the dead.
I knew above all else, I did not want to meet what resided in that cave.
I turned to run back to the room where I first found myself, and nearly ran into a pair of tall stakes sticking out of the ground. I followed the stakes up to their ends. There, towering above me at the top of each pike, was a human head.
The blood still dripped from their severed necks and off the reedy tendons and torn flesh that hung down from where they were severed. Their eyes were still open, but devoid of the spark of life, appearing milky, without color or definition—blank, pale, lifeless orbs. I saw their twisted faces, frozen in their last horrid moments of living; frozen except for their mouths, which continued moving in some grizzly prayer, as if their heads were ripped off as they pleaded for mercy.
It was Karen and Gloria.
I couldn't take anymore horror, so I closed my eyes to it all and screamed.
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I was still screaming moments later when I felt the texture of the atmosphere change once again.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in Beetlesmith's shop, still kneeling on the floor and looking down into a large puddle of my vomit.
Disoriented, my head still reeling over what I had just seen, I heard Beetlesmith chuckling softly beside me as he sat in his accustomed stool.
Not daring to look at him, I gathered up as much courage as I could, and asked, "What just happened to me?"
Beetlesmith answered, almost in a whisper, "A common frame of reference at last. You are blessed, Mr. Henry. Yes, blessed. It's not every day a man sees his final destination, and lives to tell about it."
Suddenly, all the sights and sounds that I had just experienced played over again in my mind. Just as real as before, I saw it all with crystal clarity. I even felt every drop of pain and horror from all those souls. Their sufferings stab me in an instant, deep within, as their screams filled my head, and knocking all the wind out of me.
It was a quick and casual reminder from the dark powers that everything I witnessed was real, and it would stay freshly imprinted in my mind from then on in order to keep me compliant.
Beetlesmith added a little insurance just in case I didn't get their message. "Did you see your wife and friend?"
Being too sick and weak at the moment, I just nodded my head.
"That was just a warning. Do what we say, or that and worse will happen to them right before your eyes. Make no mistake, Mr. Henry, we play hard ball and we play it for eternity."
Gasping for breath, I asked, "Those people...all those people...so much agony... What was that place?"
"Come, come, Mr. Henry, you're being purposefully obtuse, now. You know its name."
Yes, I knew what I saw, but lacked the guts to say it aloud. I panted, "Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Goddamn it, now you're being obtuse. You know what I mean. Why me? What have I done?"
"You have broken laws, and have committed great sins against humanity when you administered the elixir to the unwitting. So stop all of these childish, 'Whys,'" he mocked, "Your final destination is Hell, Mr. Henry. Get used to that fact."
I yelled at first. Isn't that what the guilty do to feign innocence? They yell. "What laws? There are no laws! Show me these laws."
"Come now, Mr. Henry. Does it really matter?"
"Yes, it matters! How can I break laws I don't know even exist..."
"Oh, they exist, Mr. Henry. They are the universal laws that bind everyone...everything in the cosmos. Even the Cruel Ones and Bright Ones are bound by them."
"Bullshit! How can I be punished for things I don't even know exist?"
He chuckled before answering, "My first reply to that is, "Ignorantia juris non excusat."
"I don't understand Greek, you fuck!"
"Latin."
"Fuck you!"
"Ignorance of the law is no excuse," Beetlesmith translated.
"That's a fucking lawyer's dodge."
"Judge's really, but don't play the babe in the woods now. You knew what you were doing was wrong, and do you know why?" He briefly touched his head and then his chest while saying, "You felt it here and here, each time you administered the elixir. Those were pangs of conscience. Everyone has one, Mr. Henry, even you. It's your very own tell-tale heart. The conscience is issued to us at birth, along with our hearts and our kidneys, and it is in direct connection to those universal laws you say don't exist. All you had to do is listen to your conscience to stay out of trouble. It will never steer you wrong."
"And that's it? I'm destined for Hell for ignoring my conscience?"
"No, Mr. Henry, you fell in league with the dark forces, the Cruel Ones, and that's why you're going to Hell. Come now, you could feel the taint of us on that pathway you chose during our first conversation and many subsequent, yet you ignored all the warning signs from your conscience. You *are* going to Hell, and have no one to blame but yourself."
"I refuse it!"
"I refuse it," he mocked with a laugh. "You can't. And no amount of prayer, or pleading, or good deeds can alter your fate. The die is cast, as they say. What's done cannot be undone. However, you still have choices. Yes, choices, Mr. Henry. When you enter Hell it can either be as a hero to a hero's welcome or as a leper who is destined, forever, to absorb the full wrath of all those who rule there."
"What kind of a choice is that?"
"The only one left you."
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Title: Catfood Ep. 15 - Sealing The Deal by Nameless
Tags: F/solo, Human, Mild Bondage, Nudity, Rat
Catfood
Catfood - Episode 15 - Sealing The Deal
© 2004, 2005 Nameless
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I felt good when I woke up the next morning. I had slept soundly and felt full of energy. Somehow it seemed as if I slept a lot better if I'd had sex the previous day. In hindsight the events of the previous evening seemed a lot less scary and unpleasant than they had while I had to go through them, and seemed much more exciting and arousing. Even the scent of sex that clung to my fur did nothing to dampen my positive mood. I got up, stretched and went to get that long-awaited shower. I almost forgot to put on my bathrobe before I left my room. Again and again the collar reminded me that I was now a slave. Officially I was an indentured servant, of course, but I thought of myself as a slave. Even that did not dampen my mood very much, as much as it reminded me about the fact that I would have to agree to be somebody's plaything, it also reminded me that I would soon be able start the cancer treatment. And I realized that I had not minded being Nate's plaything yesterday. Even the things Angela had done to me had been mostly pleasant, even if I felt a certain disgust at getting to intimate with another femme.
I finished brushing my fur and put on my clothes, then I headed for the kitchen. My mother was already up and she had prepared breakfast for us. "Good morning, daughter. How are you?" She pawed me a mug. I gave her a big smile and a hug "Thank you. I feel great." She searched my face. "You really look good." "I slept very well." We chatted a bit and soon Jen and Kaye joined us as well. Breakfast was over way too quickly.
As soon as I reached the bus stop, I became very much aware of the collar encircling my neck. Several people were waiting for the bus and they all seemed to stare at it. For a moment I considered taking it off, but I rejected the idea quickly. Given the fact that the collar contained all kinds of sensors, I had no hope of concealing the act from Tammy. It was less the fear of punishment that decided me, but the realization that I did not want to disappoint her. I did not want to face her and tell her that I had disobeyed such a simple command.
It seemed that Tammy had already been busy that morning. As soon as I entered the shop, my boss called me to his office. He stared at my collar for a moment and had me confirm the authenticity of Tammy's mail before he handed me the form to terminate my employment. I was taken more than a little aback at the pace at which everything happened, but I recovered quickly. Tammy had warned me that this would happen, only I had not thought that things would move so fast. My boss told me that he was sorry to see me leave, that he would be happy to hire me again and we parted on good terms. I packed my things and said goodbye to my coworkers.
It did take a while to process everything and it was just before lunchtime when I exited the bus and made my way to Tammy's office. I stopped just outside the door. It was the first time I would enter that building as a slave, not as a free person. I wondered how many times I would do that, how long it would take until I would walk out as a free fur. A long time. I sighed and entered.
"Hello, Tammy." "Lisa! Already finished?" "Yes. I handed in my notice, I'm all yours." "Good." Her look sent a shiver down my spine, but then I saw that she was grinning. "Have a seat." "Thanks." I sat down on the couch. Tammy looked at the clock and picked up the phone. "Hello, this is Tamara Nadir." [...] "This is about Lisa." [...] "Yes. When can she see your doctor?" [...] "That's perfect. Thank you, Don." [...] "Bye." Tammy put down the receiver and grinned at me. "What was that about?" She gave me a mysterious smile but didn't say anything, she got up, picked up her purse and said "Let's have lunch." I shrugged my shoulders, got up and joined her. I realized that I would have to get used to just obeying orders without knowing the reasons for them. She clipped a leash to my collar, then we left her office and walked towards the cafeteria. After a few moments Tammy let me off the hook. "The insurance company has their own doctor and you have to go and see him before they accept you. You go to see him right after lunch." For a second I was taken aback by the tone of finality in Tammy's voice. She had not even given me an order, she had simply stated it as a fact. And I knew that I would make it so, there was no question about it. "Another examination?" "From what I understand this is just a formality. They do have your whole medical file and all the results from the checkup, so this should not take long." "Ok." Tammy led me to the cafeteria. We had lunch. There were quite a few people about, but even though my nudity bothered me less than I would have thought possible a few days ago, I still blushed a lot, it seemed that almost everybody kept looking at me. Otherwise it was not too bad, a time or two I even managed to come up with a good reply to the teases that came my way. There were only a few other slaves around. Tammy told me that at other times there would be more, but that since they were currently a little short on available slaves most of them were out, serving their customers. Quite a few people asked if I was available. I was glad that Tammy told them that I was unlikely to have much time in the near future, but that she might be able to slip in one or two people between my other appointments. Tammy led me to my locker. She told me that from now on I was not allowed to put on any underwear, unless the weather really necessitated it. I put on my dress and nothing else. Tammy gave me an ID card, checked my looks and sent me off with a playful swat on the rump.
As I walked down the stairs and over to the bus stop, I became uncomfortably aware of how draughty my bottom felt. The dress was long enough (halfway to my knees) that nobody should be able to see that I didn't wear panties, but I could not stop thinking about this. When a man looked me up and down and gave me a lusty grin, I became aware that without a bra my nipples were, if not blatantly obvious, but at least plainly visible to someone who looked for them. The embarrassment that realization caused me only made things worse and made my nipples perk up even more. I had to force myself to breathe slowly and to keep my arms at my side. Somehow I made it onto the bus where I found a single seat that gave me at least a minimum of privacy.
Twenty minutes later I handed the receptionist at the insurance company the ID card. She directed me to the doctor's office. A short wait later I entered his office. The doctor, a human male in his fifties, looked up at me and said "Hello, Miss..." He looked down again to find my name on the file "Lisa?" "Yes, Sir. Pleased to meet you." "Pleased to meet you, Lisa. Have a seat." "Thank you, Sir." The examination was pleasantly short. He looked through my files and asked a few questions. Then I had to take off my dress and he gave me a perfunctory examination. "All finished, you can put your clothes back on." "Thank you, Sir." I did, then I sat down again. "Everything appears to be in order." I breathed a sigh of relief. I had to wait a few minutes while he typed up a short report, then we both signed it, both the electronic and the paper versions. I put two copies of the latter into my purse, one for me and one for Tammy. He got up and held out his hand "That's it, Miss Lisa. It was a pleasure to see you. Good bye." I shook his hand "Good bye, Doctor." I couldn't help winking at him "I should hope that it was a pleasure to see me." He blushed rather prettily at that. I giggled, gave him another wink and left. I felt good, another step closer to getting cured. I didn't even mind the looks I got on my way back to Tammy's office, suddenly the attention the males paid to me pleased me much more than it embarrassed me.
I kneeled and opened my locker, then I took off my dress. Taking off my clothes in front of other people hardly seemed special or especially embarrassing any more. In a weird way it almost felt perfectly natural. "*Give it another three weeks and I'll have to be careful not to forget to put my clothes back on before I leave.*" As I rode the elevator up to Tammy's office, I reflected on this. One thing that certainly helped a lot was that the people here treated me really nice. That someone went nude was nothing special to them. Sure, most males (and quite a few of the females) who looked at me obviously enjoyed the view my nakedness provided them, but even when the pleasure, even lust, in their eyes was readily apparent, their gaze was... pleasant, appreciative, not denigrating. They didn't look down at me. "*Well, in a way they do, but...*" I knocked at the door to Tammy's office and entered when she bid me. "Hello, Lisa. That was quick. How did it go?" "Fine. Hello, Tammy." I sat down and pawed her the paper the doctor had given me. "Here." She scanned it, then she smiled at me "That's it, Lisa. You're in. I have to finish the paperwork, but that shouldn't take too long, then I'll call your doctor and tell him that they can begin with your cancer treatment." " **Yes!**" Before I really knew what I was doing, I was out of my chair, jumped over the table and hugged her. "Thank you, Tammy. Thank you." Tears of joy ran filled my eyes. Tammy held me for a minute, then she commanded "Get back to your chair!" Her voice was hard, but the smile on her lips said that she was not at all angry. "Yes, Mistress." I returned to my chair. "All right. You're forgiven." She looked at the clock "Go down to the gym. Angela will give a yoga lesson in half an hour or so. I think it would be good for you to attend." "Yes, Mistress." "When you are done, come back here." "Yes, Mistress." "Wait in the hall outside the gym for Angela, like you did yesterday with Pam." "Yes, Mistress. May I go to the girl's room first?" "Sure, just don't dawdle too long." "Thank you, Mistress." I got up and left her office.
I got down on my knees, assumed the position and waited. It got boring rather quickly, but I resisted the temptation to cheat. After a few minutes my knees began to hurt a bit. A group of people came in from the outdoor sporting area and passed me on their way to the showers. Two of them wore clothes, the other three were nude. They all ignored me. "Hello, are you waiting for the yoga lesson?" I looked up at the woman. She was a slave and like me she wore only a collar. She had black hair and fair skin. Her figure was feminine enough if a little on the boyish side. My eyes were drawn to her sex, her generous black public hair had been trimmed so that it framed her lower lips and made them really stand out. I blushed a bit and answered "Yes." I moment later her scent hit me and I realized why her lower lips were so darkly colored. I began to blush furiously, even more when I noticed the male scent that clung to her. And the way her sex glistened wetly. "Good." She considered me and began to grin, then she kneeled next to me. After a few moments she turned to look at me and said "Pleased to meet you, my name is Candy." "Ummm... hello... I'm Lisa." "Does it make you uncomfortable that I've just gotten laid?" She asked "Should I wait somewhere else?" "Ummm... It's... it's ok." I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves "I'm just not used to this yet. Guess I'd better get used to all this quickly." "Yeah. You're new here?" "Yes. Actually, I signed up only yesterday." "Oh. That would explain it." "And you?" "I started almost two years ago. I have about another year and a half to go." "I see." I studied Candy's face. She was smiling. "How is it? Everything, I mean?" "Being a slave?" "Yes." She gave me a big grin and drawled "Absolutely... Horrible... I have no idea how I can stand it." "Really?" "Yeah. Well, I've just gotten laid and I'm feeling pretty good right now. You may have noticed..." I grinned back at her "No. I never would have imagined." Candy giggled and went on "The rest of the time it's... survivable. Pretty good at times. My last master was a little unpleasant and cruel... even sadistic at times. Still, I had fun every now and then and he gave me a really nice bonus. Even so I was glad that the three months are finally over. I'll live." "Oh." "My previous master was a lot more fun... I would not have minded staying with him indefinitely, if you get my drift..." "I see..." "Well, it's better than flipping burgers and it pays a lot better, so I'm not complaining..." We could hear several people approach and Candy fell silent. It turned out to be Angela, another clothed woman and several nude slaves, two males and five females. The two who had played tennis the day before were among them. Angela asked "Are you two waiting for us?" "Yes." "Good. Go in, I'll be with you in a few minutes." "Yes, Angela." We got up and followed the other slaves into one of the smaller exercise rooms. They kneeled in a loose semicircle and I took my place next to Candy. Since none of them said anything, I remained silent as well. A few minutes later Angela and the other woman joined us. Angela had changed into a swimsuit similar to the one she had worn yesterday, the other woman wore a T-shirt and short pants. They sat down facing us and assumed a lotus position. The woman looked at me and smiled "Hello, my name's Laura." "Pleased to meet you, I'm Lisa." Angela asked "Lisa, you don't practice yoga, do you?" "No. Well, not yet." "Ok. Try to follow our exercises as much as you can. Stop when it gets uncomfortable, I don't want you to pull a muscle. Don't worry if you are not flexible enough to do everything, that will come with practice. Ok?" "Ok."
"OK, that's it for today." Angela got up. We all got up (I followed the lead of the others) and bowed to her. "Lisa, wait a minute." "Ok." I waited while the others filed out. "Yes, Angela?" "I just wanted to know how you are doing..." "I'm fine." I answered, completely truthfully. "I feel really good. The exercises really helped me relax. And... it didn't bother me at all that I was nude." "I'm glad to hear that." Her eyes dropped to my chest and then further down "Want to help me shower?" " **Eeep!**" I stared at her and began to blush "Ummm... Tammy said I should come back directly after the yoga lesson." "Really?" "Well... I... she did say I should come back when I was done..." "And if I tell you to come with me?" "I... I guess I'd have to come." "But you don't want to?" I was scared, practically paralyzed by the thought of what would happen if I followed her into the shower, still it was hard to turn her down, knowing that she really wanted me to join her. "I'd prefer not to." "Well..." For a moment her grin turned decidedly evil, but then she seemed to change her mind "Well, I won't make you come. I would greatly appreciate it if you did, however." She licked her lips lustily "And you can take that whichever way you want..." "Is... is it ok if I pass... today at least?" "But you'll say yes another time?" "Yes." "Promise?" "Yes." "Ok. I'll hold you to it." Angela started towards the shower area and I followed her. She opened the door and turned to me "You sure?" "Yes." "Well, bye then. Oh, and don't forget to tell Tammy about this promise." "Oh." A shiver ran down my spine at that. "Good bye, Angela." I waited until the door closed behind her, then I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. "*Why can't I bring myself to loosen up with another female? I know she won't hurt me...*" Suddenly I remembered the spanking Angela had given me and blushed deeply "*Well... not too much at any rate. I... I'm quite sure I'll end up enjoying it, so why can't I just say '\_yes*'?\_" I wondered. When I stopped in front of Tammy's office, I was still searching for an answer.
"Come in." I entered "Hello, Tammy." "Hi, Lisa. Have a seat." She watched me as I sat down. "How was it?" "Nice. I feel great." "Good. Did you shower?" "No. Should I have?" "It was up to you... I'm just wondering why you didn't..." The smile on her lips was pretty unmistakable. "Well, Angela asked me to join her... But you said I should return here, so..." "And you are so sorry you had to turn her down..." "Well... Yes... I don't know..." "Just so you know, I did not tell you that you had to come back right away, I only said that you should come back when you were 'done', so it was up to you. It would have been find with me either way. Just remember that you might need a favor from Angela at some point." "Ok. Well, I did promise that I'd help her shower some other time." We fell silent and considered each other. I was this close to asking her to help me get over my aversion to getting intimate with other female, but in the end I didn't. I'm quite sure Tammy knew what I was thinking about, but she didn't say anything either. After a minute she sighed and produced a file. "Here, Lisa. I need your signatures on a few papers for the insurance. We need these to start your treatment." "Ok." I picked up the papers and scanned them. There were various release forms, saying that I agreed to the therapy, that I acknowledged that it was a risky procedure and waived certain patient's rights. I signed them, no doctor would start treating me if I didn't. "Here you are." "Thank you." Tammy sorted through the papers and handed me a few of them "These are your copies." "Thanks." I put them in my purse, which I had left in her office. "Until further notice you will stay in room 605 while you are here. If you want you can sleep there. If not, you stay there until six, then you may go home. Until further notice I want to see you here in my office at nine in the morning. If I am not here for any reason, report to Angela instead. I'll tell you what to do and inform you of any changes in your schedule. Whenever you don't have anything else to do, you will stay in your room. Check the computer, you will find a list of things I want you to do, information about the times at which you are allowed to go to the cafeteria or exercise and so on." "Ok." "I have a few stories I want you to read, you'll find them on the computer. We have finished your profile site, you may want to check it out. You'll find the pictures Nate took and other interesting stuff." She leered at me "The pics came out really well, I'm sure that we'll get several bids as soon as you become available for hire. Which, unfortunately, won't be until your therapy is finished. Well, maybe we can get in a few small assignments." She fell silent for a moment, then she commanded "Go now!" "Yes, Mistress." I got up and bowed. "Good evening, Tammy." "Bye, Lisa. Remember, you have to stay in your room until six and I want to see you tomorrow morning at nine." "Yes." I was almost to the door when Tammy stopped me once more "One more thing, since you didn't want to shower earlier, I figure you'd prefer to do that when you're back home." "Oh. Ok." I shrugged, I had wanted to shower once I got to the room, but now Tammy had effectively forbidden it. "Bye, Tammy." "Bye."
I kneeled and pressed my collar to the sensor set next to the door of my room. After a second a confirming beep sounded and the door clicked open. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. The room looked pretty much like any middle class hotel room would, except that it was a little more spacious than usual. There was a double bed, a desk, a computer, a several dressers and a mini bar. A door led to the bathroom and a second one to a walk-in closet. When I opened one of the drawers, I found it full of bondage gear. There was a wide variety of leather straps, gags and blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators and whips and other items of unknown purpose. I stared at the toy collection for a long moment, then I quickly closed the drawer. I went to the bathroom and used the toilet, then I got a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it. I laid down on the bed to relax a little. But my eyes kept wandering to the drawer full of toys. They scared me a little, but they also excited me quite a bit. I examined the room a little more and found that the bed could be folded away. I also found several partially concealed eyebolts spread all over the room in strategic locations. It didn't take a whole lot of imagination to figure out what they were for.
After a few minutes I got up again and turned on the computer. The first thing that came up was a list of things to do. There were only two items, one was a list of three stories that I was supposed to read, the other was to look at the profile site that would advertise me to potential customers. I sat down and clicked on the link to my site. The first item was a summary page of personal information about me. There were three nude pictures, one frontal, one from the side and one in which I kneeled in what I thought of as the '*Slave position*'. Even though the background had been removed, I recognized the pictures as ones that Nate had taken the day before. The text gave an overview of my physical attributes and a short review of my behavior as a slave up to now. I was relieved to find out that there was no information on why I served here or any other information of my past. I went to the photo gallery first. There were dozens of pictures of me, showing me in a wide variety of poses and activities. Some of the pictures were intimate enough to fit into a gynecological treatise on the female half of my species. Interestingly enough, Nate's face had been replaced with a different one in all the pictures in which he appeared while Tammy and Angie's faces had not. Try as I might, I could not see any signs that the pictures had been modified. I gasped in shock and excitement when I saw myself laid across Nate's lap, his hand and my glowing ass. Suddenly my rump and sex felt a lot warmer than before. Then I had another shock. Even though Nate had not been present (as far as I knew), there were pictures of me and the others in the showers and at the pool. "*Do they have cameras all over the place or what?*" Given the various angles from which the pictures had been taken, they could not have been shot with a single camera. I blushed hotly, somehow being filmed after the official "photo session" was over embarrassed me profusely. Then it got even worse, apparently the whole session had been filmed as well and was available for viewing. As in the photos, Nate's face had been modified, as had his voice. Using a computer simulation, it was possible to view the action from any viewpoint, including some rather unusual ones. Looking out from the base of my tail to watch the spanking was more than a little unsettling. After a few minutes I closed the site.
I clicked on the list of stories. The first one was titled "Interrogation" and I selected it. My eyes widened considerably as I took in the information on the next screen. It did not give me any information on the story, it only said that once I went any further, I would have to finish reading the story. The only information was an estimated reading time, one that would give me a little extra time until I was allowed to go home. I checked the other stories and found that the second one was a lot shorter and the third one was quite a bit longer. With more than a little apprehension I selected the first story. The next screen said that to increase my enjoyment of the story I was supposed to do several things before I started. The first instruction was a reminder to use the toilet as I would not be able to do so until I was finished with the story. I went to the bathroom and when I was done I clicked the button to acknowledge that I was finished with this step. Next I was instructed to gather several items from the toy drawers: Four clamps and a remote control. A penis gag, a vibrator, a belt and a thin leather strap. The items were identified by pictures and part numbers. I collected them and put them on the table. My breathing sped up as I handled the items, there was not a lot of question on how I was supposed to use them. Next were the instructions on what to do with them. First I had to put the gag into my muzzle and strap it in place. I was shivering in excitement and anxiety as I followed the instructions. Then the belt went around my waist and I tightened it until it rested snugly against my hip bones. Next came the vibrator. I noticed that there were no controls, so it was most likely remotely controlled. I was instructed to use plenty of lubrication, either my own or from one of the tubes from the drawer. I opted for the artificial lubrication. I shivered and moaned into the gag as I slid the toy into my sex. Then I gasped in shock when it suddenly came to life. I was pretty disappointed when it stopped after only a few seconds. I threaded the leather strap through the ring at the base of the vibrator and attached it to the belt. Now the vibrating toy was firmly lodged in my sex. Once more the vibrator came to life for a few seconds, apparently as a reward for obeying the instructions. Then I attached the clamps to the chair. Tiny grooves made sure that I would not be able to move them as much as a millimeter until they were properly unlocked once more. As with the other items, there was no keyhole or other release. Two of the clamps attached to the front legs of the chair, the other two to the arm rests. I attached the remote control to the right armrest. I sat down. I took a deep breath and then I was committed. I shivered as the first clamp clicked shut around my left ankle. I gasped and moaned when I was rewarded with a short but intense burst from the vibrator. My right ankle followed. This left me sitting with my legs spread a little. I sat still for a long moment, then I continued with my left wrist. My right wrist was last. Each time a slightly longer and more intense burst of vibrations sent shivers of excitement up my spine. I was nowhere close to coming, but my breathing was already more than a little labored. When I tried the bonds, I found them totally unyielding. The chair did not even creak. My total helplessness excited me. For a moment, my right paw rested above the remote control, then I clicked the button and began to read the story.
Like most of the stories Tammy has given me to read, it was written in first person. This story began with the "*heroine*" breaking into an office building to retrieve (or steal) some important documents. There was no information what the documents were about, or if she had any "*good*" reason for wanting them, only that it was vitally important for her to obtain them. I squealed into the gag when she narrowly avoided one of the guards and the vibrator in my sex suddenly kicked in for a second. I had to stop reading, for a minute I all I could do was sit in my chair and pant. The experience had scared and excited me deeply. When I had myself under control again, I went on reading. After several more close, scary and exciting encounters, the inevitable happened and she was caught. By then I was so immersed in the story, my heart almost stopped when strong hands suddenly grabbed her from behind (and the toy in my cunt went into overdrive for a moment). The guards took her to a holding cell and began to question her. But she refused to give them any information, even when they began to slap her. After a while one of the guards suggested a change of tactics. They ripped off her clothes and tied her to the table. Then one of the guards proceeded to rape her. As the scene played out, toy in my sex teased me mercilessly. But then it was over before I could come, the guard shot his load into the struggling heroine's sex and the vibrator in my cunt shut off, leaving me frustratingly unsatisfied. The woman from the story sagged in her bonds, hurt, humiliated and exhausted. But also excited, aroused and unsatisfied. The guards let her rest for a moment, then they questioned her once more. When she was still unwilling to cooperate, the next guard dropped his pants and began to rape her. Again the vibrator in my sex let me share her experience first handed. And once again he finished before she (or I) could come, leaving both of us unsatisfied. By now she was much more excited than horrified by the experience. And more than a little angry that he had stopped before she could climax. Again they questioned her, this time while they played teasingly with her body. Her, to her mind, frustratingly cooperative body. Soon she was moaning in pleasure and frustration, but again she resisted. The third guard began to fuck her. By then her body (if not her mind) were so willing, that I couldn't think of it as rape any more. He took much more time then the previous men and teased her, and me, mercilessly. He even stopped at one point and told her that he'd let her come if she told them what she had been looking for and who she was working for. I groaned into my gag and prayed "*Please say '\_Yes*'!\_" because the vibrator in my hot and dripping wet sex had fallen silent once more. But she held tough, as I had known she would, and we were both treated to more torturous teasing as the male finished up without giving either of us the satisfaction of release. They teased her some more before the last guard began his assault on her by now desperately willing body. He dragged it out unbearably, again and again he paused and told her that he'd let her orgasm if she spilled her guts. And that they could keep it up all night if she didn't. My fur was dripping with sweat, my paws clenched and unclenched and I had to fight to keep on reading. I was so close to coming... And then she finally gave up and shouted out some pieces of information that didn't register on my mind at all.
"He said 'Good girl.' and began to thrust in earnest. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her body, each one higher than the previous. Suddenly his throbbing manhood began to shoot a stream of hot jism into the depths of her cunt. Her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed him in a vice-like grip as the final vast wave washed over her. She howled, she screamed a male name, his name, as she finally orgasmed..."
The vibrator in my sex went into overdrive and a few moment later I came. I howled into the gag and trashed around in my bonds. I don't know how long it took, but it was a very intense and lasting orgasm, one of the best I ever had. Even after it was over, it took me a few minutes to get myself together before I could continue to read. There was only a short closing paragraph. They untied her and helped her to her feet. The story ended with her hugging the guard who had finally let her come, leaving me wondering if the whole episode had not just been a game to them.
I sat still for a few seconds, still breathing heavily. I nearly jumped out of my fur when the clamps suddenly opened. After a long moment of surprise I stood up. I looked at the screen and there was one instruction, to clean all the items I had used (including the chair) and to return them. When I looked down, I saw that the chair really needed cleaning, there was a sizeable puddle where I had sat. I sincerely hoped that Tammy would allow me to shower before I went home. Suddenly I realized how long I had been sitting and reading and that I really needed to used the toilet. I hurried into the bathroom. I quickly untied the leather strap that secured the vibrator in my sex and dropped it into the basin. The vibrator came out with a wet plop and a final burst of vibrations that left me feeling uncomfortably empty. I dropped it into the basin as well before I hurried to the toilet. I didn't remove the belt and the gag until I was done. I wiped the belt with a damp towel, then I cleaned the other items with soap and warm water. After drying them off, I carried them back to the main room and stored them in the drawer. I finished the water bottle, I was really thirsty. Then I removed the clamps from the chair and wiped them before putting them away. I finished up by cleaning the chair with a wet towel. I was just about to dump the soiled towel in the laundry basket when the screen came to life again. I squeaked in surprise and jumped into the air when Tammy's wickedly grinning face appeared. "Hello, Lisa! I hope you enjoyed the story!" She licked her lips "You certainly looked as if you did..." In a teasing tone she asked "Did you enjoy it?" "I..." My muzzle felt hot enough to melt lead. For several seconds I could do nothing but try to force at least a little air into my lungs. When I was finally able to speak again, I asked "You watched me the whole time?" "Sure." Tammy seemed to find my mortification quite amusing "Don't worry about it, Lisa. You did just fine. It was a real pleasure to watch you." She grinned and her eyes seemed to drop to my crotch "It still is." "I..." I stared at her for a long moment "Will..." "Will I watch you all the time?" "Yes?" "No." I breathed a sigh of relief. A short lived one " Not all the time. But I'll look in every now and then and other people will look in as well. Don't expect to get any privacy as long as you are our slave. You will certainly be filmed all the time you are here and a lot of people can tune in to watch. Or to review the tapes." "Lots of people?" "Many of our employees do, certainly everybody who handles your case will tune in every now and then. As can all your customers and, to a limited degree, anybody else who is interested to hire you. Actually, today's recording will be posted on your site." I blushed deeply at that. I asked in a small voice "Who else watched me today?" "I don't know for sure, I don't know who does, but I'm quite certain that both Angela and Jeff did. Or at least that they'll watch the tape once they find time to do so. I wouldn't be surprised if Nate looks at it at some point as well." "Oh." I closed my eyes in shame. "Lisa!" I jumped up "Yes, Mistress?" "You didn't answer my question. Did you enjoy the story?" "Ummm..." My muzzle burned "Yes, Mistress, I did." After a moment I went on "It was really intense. I almost felt as if it was happening to me. The... Ummm... teasing was pretty bad... but it was worth it. I felt really good afterwards. I... I still feel good..." "Very good. I'm glad you enjoyed it." "Thank you, Mistress." Suddenly Tammy changed back to her 'friends' voice "I have some good news for you." "Really?" "Yes. You don't have to report to me tomorrow morning. The cancer specialist who'll treat you has a free slot tomorrow morning. He's expecting you at ten in the morning." " **Thank you!**" I felt incredibly happy. Things were suddenly happening so fast, I almost felt dizzy, but I was incredibly glad. "Thank you, Tammy." "You're welcome. Here's the address." An address appeared on the screen and a few moments later a paper copy dropped from the printer slot. "Report to me when he is done with you." "Yes, Tammy. Thank you." "All right." She paused for a moment. "If there's nothing else, then have a good night and bye." "Good bye, Tammy." Just in time before she cut the connection I remembered one more thing " **Wait!**" "Yes?" "Am... am I allowed to shower before I go home?" "Well..." She grinned at me, quite obviously trying to imagine what a spectacle I would make if I went home in my current state. " **Please!**" "All right, you may." "Thank you, Tammy!" "It's ok. Just remember that I may not allow you to do it every day. Or that I may ask for something in return. Or..." Tammy began to grin "I'll allow you to ask Angie for permission." "Oh." I stared at her for a long moment "Ok." "Good night." With that she cut the connection.
I stared at the dark screen for a long moment, then I dumped the soiled towel. I put the paper with the doctor's address into my purse and went back to the bathroom. The shower felt heavenly, especially cleaning my thighs and my crotch. I was sorely tempted to do more than clean the still very sensitive areas thoroughly, but the knowledge that Tammy would almost certainly find out and punish me for it stopped me. Somewhat reluctantly I turned off the water and began to dry myself off. I felt extraordinarily good. The last echoes of the afterglow still warmed my body and the crushing weight of my fear of dying from the cancer had finally been lifted from me. I had no doubt that I would be cured. I felt on top of the world. Even my fur felt great, the shampoo they had here was a lot better than the cheap one I used at home. I finished brushing my fur, then I cleaned the bathroom up a bit. Tammy had told me that this would be my room for the near future, but I did not think it was a good idea to leave it in a less than pristine condition. I checked the main room to make sure everything was clean and tidy, then I picked up my purse and left.
"Going home?" I stopped cold and turned to the receptionist. "Yes." I answered. After a moment I added "Master." I did not try to cover my nudity at all. I felt a little self-conscious as I stood there while he let his eyes roam up and down my body. He was a rather good looking male human in his early thirties (or so I judged him, at least). He obviously enjoyed the view and I could feel myself get a little aroused by his interest. I wondered if he would call me over and feel me out or something. But then he just gave me a lewd grin and said "Too bad. Go ahead, girl." "Thank you, Master." I bowed and turned back to the scanner. I kneeled down to touch my collar to the scanner. Without actually thinking about it, I kept my rump unusually high to give him a better view. "Nice." I giggled, pleased by the tone of his voice. I entered the changing area and opened my locker. I put on a little show for him as I wiggled into my dress. I felt hardly any shame and the happy smile on his lips pleased me quite a bit. I closed the locker, picked up my purse and turned to leave.
I heard one of the elevator doors open behind me. "Lisa!" " **Tammy!**" Before I knew it, I was running towards her. I barely slowed down enough not to bowl her over as I enfolded her in a big hug. " **Thank you!** Thank you." She returned the hug for a long moment before she gently pushed me away. I released her, a little reluctantly, but I did. She grinned down at me "What a surprise meeting you here..." "Yeah, right. What a coincidence..." I grinned back at her. "I don't mind, I'm just so happy to see you. I don't know how to thank you for everything." "Don't thank me now, Lisa. If you can still bring yourself to thank me once you have paid off your debt... Then I will be happy to accept..." "Ummm..." I looked down at my feet for a moment before I looked back at her "Please accept my thanks now. I know that I'll still thank you for all that you'll have done for me when I'll be done. I don't know how I know, but I am sure that I will. I just know." "Ok." "It's... well... I mean, how bad can it be? Without this it's quite likely that I wouldn't be alive at the time when I'm done paying this off. Being your slave can't be any worse that being dead, can it?" "I guess you have a point here, Lisa." She searched my face for a long moment, then she asked "Want me to drive you home?" "Sure." I waited for her to lead the way, but she just stood there and looked at me expectantly. I realized that she wanted something from me, but for the moment I couldn't figure it out. Her eyes traveled down my body and a slight frown appeared on her face. Suddenly I realized what the problem was "*My clothes!*" It didn't take me more than a moment to decide on my course of action. I held out my purse to her and asked "Could you hold that for a moment?" Tammy accepted the purse and gave me a pleased grin. I blushed a little as I removed my dress in front of several other people (a group had just exited one of the other elevators) and folded it up. Tammy returned the purse, licking her grinning lips as she did so. I asked "Better?" "Much better. Let's go." She grabbed my paw and headed for the staircase.
"Lisa?" I turned to her and asked "Yes, Tammy?" "It won't really be a '*Tryout Day*' any more, considering that you're already signed up, but since we already have accepted this customer's bid, we'll go ahead with it." "Ok." "I don't think this customer will go any harder on you than he would have otherwise, but this will now be considered a real assignment." "Ok. How does that change things?" "Normally you would still be a free person at that point, so our customer's contract would have been with you. And that contract has some specific clauses that he has to go easy on you. Now you are our slave and our customer's contract is only with us. And it'll be a standard contract for your services. Which means that he can do to you whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't permanently harm you. You won't get paid any more than you'd get otherwise, however." "Oh. Ow." A small shiver of apprehension ran down my spine at that. "I do know this customer pretty well, however. After all, he is one of the relatively few who may bid on '*Tryout Day*' contracts. I am pretty sure that he won't abuse this. He told me that he'll treat you the same way he would have done otherwise." "Ok." This reassured me a lot. "You trust him?" "Yes." "That's good enough for me." I gave her a tight smile and shook my breasts at her "I'll have to make sure to thank him for this." "That's the spirit, girl." We had to stop at a traffic light. Up to now nobody seemed to have noticed my attire (or lack thereof), but this time we stopped right next to a big SUV. The driver turned to look at our car and noticed me. Suddenly his eyes went wide and seemed to continue to grow as he stared at me. I felt myself blush in embarrassment. It took a conscious effort not to cover my naughty bits (not that they really showed, since I wasn't particularly aroused they were almost completely hidden by my fur), but then I forced myself to relax. When I grinned up at the male, he blushed deeply and looked away quickly. Tammy giggled and after a moment I joined in. A moment later the light turned green and we sped off. The SUV didn't move and moments later the honks started. We were almost to the next block when he finally got his car into gear. "I couldn't see his face, Lisa... Did he enjoy the view?" "I think so." I giggled "I don't think I have ever seen a human's eyes get that big." "Oh." We fell silent. A block later Tammy asked "Lisa?" "Is it ok if I accept a few bids for your services? Only short-term assignments, of course. In addition to your date with Jeff, that is." "What would I have to do?" "These would be short sessions, usually for one to three hours. You'd have a romp in the bed, usually with a little bondage play or spanking or something. Nothing hard-core." "Would I have to serve both males and females?" "Mostly males. There might be a female or two as well. It is also possible that a couple could hire you for a threesome. Or someone might hire you and another slave for a threesome." "Ummm... what if I don't agree?" "Well, basically since you are my slave, I don't have to ask for your permission, I could just tell you to do it. But because of your situation, I don't want to force you to do this before your treatment is over. I am giving you the choice to do this or not. But if you agree you won't have any choice on whom to serve or when." "But you could change your mind on that at any time? That is to set up an assignment for me even if I decline now. And there wouldn't be anything I could do?" "Yes. I could do that. And there wouldn't be anything you could do about it. Well, you could complain to my boss that I am treating you unfairly, but..." She fell silent for a moment before she went on "You cancer treatment comes first, of course. And I'll cancel all assignments if you don't feel well." "I see." I thought about it for only a few moments before I made up my mind. And, well, the stories I had been reading and the memories of the photo session made me quite curious and eager. The extra money certainly wouldn't hurt either. "All right, Tammy. I... I'd... Ummm... be grateful if you... didn't... pick any females." "I'll see what I can do about that. I won't make any promises, however. At some point you'll have to get over your aversion to sex with women, you know." "I know." I said, a little morosely. "But..." "Have it your way." "How often would I have to do this?" "I'll probably give you one assignment per day. I have plenty of interested people, I could easily keep your" She turned to me and gave me a lewd grin "little rodent cunt full all day for a few weeks, but I want to go easy on you for now." I blushed at the mental image. "I may not give you an assignment after the '*Tryout Day*' and the date with Jeff." "Why?" "It's quite possible that you'd be too sore. From what I know of the people involved, it is quite possible that you'll walk more than a little funny after those assignments." "Oh." I blushed even more. I closed my eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths. "Ok, sign me up. I guess I'll have to learn to walk funny sooner or later anyhow." "Right."
Tammy killed the engine and turned to me. "You may put on your dress now." "Thank you, Mistress." I shook out the dress and began to wriggle into it. My small size helped considerably in the confined space of Tammy's car. Getting out and putting it on afterwards was not really an option (unless Tammy commanded me to do it this way) since there were quite a few people around. I finished the task, picked up my purse and turned to her. "Good night, Tammy." "Good night, Lisa." She continued just before I could open the door. "One more thing. You'll sleep in your room at our company tomorrow." I stared at her for a long moment, then I said "Yes, Mistress." I wondered why I had to do that, but after thinking about it, I decided not to ask. If the mysterious grin on her lips was anything to go by, then she wouldn't tell me. When she didn't add anything, I repeated the greeting and left her car. I smoothed down my dress and began the short walk home. Tammy didn't start the car until I was out of sight.
I told my Mother, Jen and Kaye about the day's events. I didn't go into a lot of detail about all of them, but I couldn't prevent talking about the story I had read and about my reactions to it. Jen seemed particularly interested, so much actually, that she was embarrassing me with her repeated requests for additional details. She also seemed rather pleased that I had finally "*Signed away my soul*" as she put it. Her overbearing interest concerned me a bit. A little before eight my mother left to spend the night at her old home as she intended to spend most of the next day packing up her things. After a while the way Jen seemed to size me up made me a little uneasy and I excused myself and retired to my room.
**End of Episode 15**
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A Koi Request “Are you sure?” She asked shyly.
He thumbed through the book carefully. “I don’t see why not. The book is clear enough. I think I can manage.”
She bit lightly into her lip, worrying. “I…”
“I can turn around, if that’s going to bother you.” He didn’t wait for her response, he just turned around and sat down cross legged on the wooden platform.
She struggled a bit with her anxiety, wondering if this was really the right choice. But the lure of the promise pulled at her. She had asked him, after all. Slowly the blouse buttons came undone, the fabric slipping off her soft shoulders. The bra followed, both it and the shirt dropping to the deck with barely a whisper against the subtle burbling of the pumps. Her skirt followed, along with a lacy pink pair of panties. Her shoes already lay discarded, her socks neatly tucked into them just beyond the gazebo that stood overlooking the small pond.
Barely a pool really. But the glitter in it of the golds, orange and white fish that smoothly slipped along under the surface. She shivered a little, not just from the light breeze, but also because she was afraid that this was going to work. She both wanted and feared what would come. He’d promised, but she’d never asked if he could undo the spell. Already she could hear him chanting, the long slow syllables in a language long since dead echoing around her.
What would she feel? Would she know? She slipped down to a crouch, slowly lowering one foot, then the other into the water, watching the ripples roll outward. The brightly colored fish, her father’s prized possessions, darted away. Maybe she would be more to him now? She wasn’t sure, but she loved the fish. So calm, so peaceful. She envied their existence.
Chen’s voice rose slowly, edging into her consciousness. She let herself slide into the weave of the sound, her body almost swaying with his cadence. She could feel her feet still stirring the water, but it no longer felt cold. Her hands ran down her hips, feeling small shifts in her skin, places where a sudden roughness formed, hard yet still supple. It was too late to change her mind now. Already her legs were fusing, her hips shifting, forcing her back into a leaning posture.
She tried not to look, just to feel. Her eyes closed as she felt things inside her move and shift. The twisting that accompanied the merging of her feet, and the slow spreading of her caudal fin.
A small tickle crossed her lips, and she reached up to feel the small barbels that sprouted on either side of her mouth. She wondered if they looked cute, but the thought drifted away, lost, as she felt her fingers grow sticky. Stretching them only to feel her fingers pull against each other as small bits of skin grew between each digit. Ah, so that was part of it, she had wondered how she would swim.
The chanting was slowing now, and she could feel the mass that had been her legs pressing over the edge of the dock uncomfortably. Her tail tip barely submerged, swishing back and forth.
She opened her eyes even as she feared he might turn to see her. Her breath becoming short. She gazed down, feeling the shift in her lungs as they rose and fell, burning slightly. Only briefly did she ponder that there, below her small pert breasts lay the shimmering tail, a beautiful mix of gold and orange, with hints of black. It was stunning, but her breath was burning now, and she slid herself into the water, completely at ease in the shallow depths. The liquid refreshed her as it cascaded across her new gills, letting her feel the freedom from society. She slid back letting her powerful tail gyrate in the water, holding her level with the surface. She couldn’t hear him now. She was all but underwater. Lifting her head, she stared up at the surface, barely inches above her. Realization dawned on her that the cloud of her hair had turned a fiery orange, tipped with black.
Above the surface she could see his boots on the dock, his body a shadow under the trees. She didn’t want to be seen naked, and she crossed her arms to hid her small breasts, only then rising to the surface to meet his dark gaze.
She tried to talk, but no words came. Her voice lay lost without air. But he seemed to understand all the same. She thanked him. He nodded, solemnly, or perhaps sadly. He could see her beauty, inhuman now though it was. Around her darted the prized fish that she now mirrored in her own scaly form, save for that beautiful face that beckoned from amidst the strands of hair.
He said nothing, and she asked for nothing. It was complete. Perhaps now, her father would value her more than his precious koi. But perhaps, she had lost something of value that she had never realized she’d had.
She slid back under the water, a few bubbles showing where she sank down into the deepest parts of the pool. With her gone Chen turned and strode away. He never had the heart to tell her that her request was permanent. He only wanted to give her whatever she wanted. Even if it wasn’t ever going to be him. Glancing back at the pool one last time he wondered if he’d ever come back.
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Title: Leo the Lifter - The New Neighbor by Tredain
Tags: Gay, Human, Lion, Male, Muscle, hypnotism, reality altering, toon
Leo the Lifter - The New Neighbor
I've never been a big fan of toons. Now, don't get me wrong, I was a little kid once too and used to like seeing them perform on the street or watching them every Saturday morning. But the older I get the more I see them as a nuisance. They're always pulling their gags on unsuspecting people and getting in the way. I started up a small juice shop near the university so I get a lot of student customers but they're always talking about toons or bringing one in. I haven't enforced a 'no toon' policy yet but I'm getting close; it's been tiresome pulling toon money out of the till and watch it dance off the counter and out the door.
Then the gym moved in next door. Well, I say moved in but it was always a gym. It was great business for all the big guys that came in wanting protein shakes and fruit smoothies. I even started carrying supplements just for them. But it wasn't always a toon gym. I pulled into work one morning and there it was with a brand new sign. "Leo the Lifter's Gym" it read in big garish letters with a cartoon lion next to them, flexing one arm and grinning wide. I had to admit, it looked pretty good. Most toons were simplistic and... well, toony. This one looked bigger, more defined. I quickly got to see just how defined as the lion himself stepped out while I was admiring the sign.
He was big. Bigger than big, really. That same grin from the sign matched the one on his muzzle perfectly. He towered a solid foot over me and I'm already a pretty tall guy at 6'3". He was wide too; I wasn't sure I'd even be able to get my arms all the way around him. Not that I wanted to, I mean. I was about pec height with him so I got a face full of chest as he stepped into the air. Every muscle on him was firm and curved like it'd been shaped with a... well, I guess being a toon it was correct to say an artist's brush. He'd been drawn that way. Or something. I'd never really been up on how toons were made. But this one had been made well. Not that I was into that sort of thing, mind you. I've had a few on-again off-again girlfriends.
I just couldn't help but notice every perfectly drawn line on him. His pecs were big and bulging, his abs flat and packed, and his arms were as thick as tree trunks. He wore nothing but a pair of tight shapeless speedos that were pretty typical for any muscle toon. He looked like he'd be right at home at a beach or a weight lifting competition. Well, I say shapeless. But I could swear I saw something of a bulge in the front of those things. That wasn't right for a toon, they were all sexless. Just ken-doll style, no bits and maybe a butt crack. I shook myself away from the thought, I mean who needs to think about toons and genitals, and looked up at him, trying to get a good grimace going that never seemed to reach my face.
"Hello," I said, just to be polite. The big lion never quit grinning. He turned his head just so until I could hear an audible pop from his neck then set his hands to his broad hips.
"G'morning, Ah'm Leo tha Lifter," he said with pleasant rumble. He seemed to take a breath and swell just a bit bigger. Was he trying to intimidate me? No no. That would've been silly. Toons didn't do that. "How're ya'll doin' today?"
"Just. J-just fine," I said. I paused. Did I just stutter? I never stuttered. I shook the thought away again and continued with "Yourself?"
Leo's grin widened and he took another deep breath through his nose as he leaned back. Another loud -pop- came from his back. His two golden eyes stared down at me and I swear he was sizing me up like someone sizes up a meal. He even licked his lips softly and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Doin fahne, just fahne," he rumbled with a long, slow drawl. His grin turned to a smirk as he reached an immense paw out and clapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Just lookin over mah new establishment," he said with a purr. I tried not to buckle under the light touch. Even from the light pat I could feel the strength hidden in those muscles. Those big, ripped muscles. He could probably have squished me like a bug if he chose. But toons didn't do that! No one ever died of a toon. It was all fun and games and silliness.
"What happened to Mr. Groves?" I asked after a moment. He was the owner of the gym and a... well I hesitate to say nice guy. He had a mouth fouler than a sailor's and had a pretty short fuse. Kind of a scary guy in fact but he always tipped well and never started problems in my shop.
"Oh, tha fellah that kept saying all them dirty words? He's decahded to put his gym under new management, take it in new dahrections" the lion smirked again and took another deep breath. I felt like I was in the shadow of a mountain standing before him, even with the morning sun shining bright on the both of us. It was a bit disquieting and I couldn't look him in the eyes, just down at his big pecs and the pert nipples. Wait.. nipples? Toons usually didn't have those. But each rigid mound had a perfect pink circle poking out from the golden fur. The chest flexed once and I just about jumped.
"Uh, directions?" I asked. The big lion grinned again, he was really good at that, and slid his massive arms up behind his head while he leaned against the building. I half expected the building to start leaning.
"Ayup. More toon clientele, for one," he purred softly. Those big pecs flexed again and the whole broad body tensed up. "Ah like to make toons bigger. Ya'll like big things, don'tcha?" That melodic purr rumbled from his chest again and this time I was absolutely sure I saw the front of his speedo twitch. What had been a smooth, flat surface was now definitely full and conforming to some big goodies. I mean, his groin. I looked away quickly, my face turning red, and made sure no one had seen me staring at some toon's crotch.
"Hmmm?" he purred again, though this time it seemed nearly a growl. I snapped up and looked him in the eye. At least, I thought I tried to but ended up back at those big pink nipples again. Try as I might my eyes never quite reached his eyes.
"Y-yeah. Who doesn't like big things?" came out of my mouth. It wasn't exactly what I'd intended to say but then, I'm not sure what I had intended to say. Maybe that was it afterall? The lion took another long, slow, very deliberate, breath and watched me with those predatory eyes.
"That's what Ah say. Bigger tha better," he purred and just relaxed against his new building. Well, as relaxed as all those big hard muscles could get. My eyes went down to that shapely bulge again. It was ridiculous! Especially on a toon. Seeing all those flat groins so often you just grew used to it. Maybe bigger was better, I thought. The red speedo twitched and, I think, throbbed. It was so thick and full and starting to stretch. He had to be huge. I mean, the rest of him was huge. That didn't really mean much for a human but a toon....
I shook my head again and tried to look up in his eyes again. Got to about his chin that time, anyway, and tried to stammer something about having to open my shop.
"Ah, o'course. Ah shouldn't keep ya from yer business. Though Ah was thinking ya'll might come by sometime, I'd like to give you a nahce, thick protein shake," Leo's grin literally sparkled in the morning light. The big cat stood up slowly and again I felt as if I was in the shadow of some colossus, like looking up at a an office building towering over you. My whole face was red and my knees knocked together. Part of me, a part that had started at the back of my head and was becoming more and more pronounced the longer I stood near Leo, wanted to drop to my knees. Wanted to see what was hiding in that toony speedo. Wanted to get bigger and be big with the lion.
His big hand clapped down on my shoulder and those thoughts evaporated as quickly as they had come. I took a deep breath and was able to look him in the eye. That shadowed feeling was gone now, he even seemed shorter now. He smiled pleasantly.
"Ya'll best get going. Ya'll have a good morning, ya?" he purred happily and patted my shoulder. I blinked a bit and wondered why the last few minutes seemed to be kind of blurry. For some reason I risked a glance down at his crotch only to find your typical toon flatness. That was right. Toons didn't have dicks or the like. Why would they? We gave each other a light smile and nod before I turned toward my shop. Maybe a toon gym next door wouldn't be so bad. It was a pretty good laugh when the money would dance off the counter.
I pulled my keys out and started to unlock the door. I looked up over at Leo, who gave me another grin, and ducked back into his new gym. For a fleeting moment I could swear I saw those speedos tented up something fierce. The last thing I saw of him was that perfectly toned ass, a red string just up between the cheeks, and the whipflick of his tail before he was inside. I clicked the key in the lock and just laughed to myself. Toons weren't sexy, that was just ridiculous. Though maybe a visit to the gym wouldn't be a bad idea
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Title: Role Reversal, Col's POV by WaterSinger
Tags: Bestiality, Blackmail, Dog, Domination/Submission, Human, Incest, M/F, M/M/F, Public, Rape
Col sat, his eyes fixed firmly upon his Mistress, the one that the humans called Lia. Her hand stroking his head made his stump wag, and his head tilt into the canine equivilant of bliss. Within moments though, his nose twitched, and he wriggled closer, resting his head upon her thigh, and sniffing secretively at her panty covered slit, his doggy nose having already caught the scent of heavy arousal.
He whined softly when she rose, and stood with her, his nose lifting up to try and reach inbetween her thighs. However, she ordered him to lay, and so lay he did, his head gazing at her as though she was his lifeline. While he lay there, his short black fur gleaming healthily. He knew just what he was, and where his place was and because of this he was, luckily, well adjusted.
As the other human, whose territory they were sharing walked through, he threw to Col what was a tasty treat, but one which he ate cleanly. Licking his paws clearly of the crumbs from the dry biscuit, the Dobarman stretched out a little, weighing just a touch under 100 pounds he was a massive creature, muscled and strong. Col knew that he was the largest dog like him he had ever seen, since he was slightly larger than normal, a full 32 inches tall.
He knew his mistress loved him, she proved it to him day and night, she didn't care that he didn't conform to the standards set by some humans far away. Col was intelligent, maybe more so that some dogs simply because of the time he had had lavished upon him and training that he had been through. Eventually Col drifted off to sleep, not realising when the Alpha male human came rushig downstairs, smelling odd, or when his mistress got out the shower, his ears only perking when she started down the stairs.
He waited with barely suppressed excitement, sat underneath the tail, his head resting on his mistress' thighs, his nose dipped in between them just about as far as was possible for him to still be able to breath in the delicious scent he could still smell there. As his mistress stood, so did he, bouncing friskily around her legs, having eaten this morning and been out before she had sat and eaten herself. He followed her upstairs, and into the room they had been co-inhabiting, and there Col changed...
Col growled, lunging at Lia, his teeth shining as they snatched, and latched onto her t-shirt, tearing a large hole in the thin cotton. He wasn't happy with her, and here, he was the one in control. He used the hold he had on the thin, and useless, bit of cotton still clutched in his teeth, and growled, the sound very low, before Lia lowered her head, and slowly, so as not to anger him further, sat down on the floor.
As soon as he saw his mistress sit on the floor, the dog licked at her face, and inside her mouth, his raspy tongue catching the roof of her mouth, her teeth and then the underneath of her tongue as she brought it up to meet his. He tasted from her mouth for a few minutes, until he felt a hand gently brushing against his side, and then nudge against his hip. Slowly tugging his muzzle away, Col relaxed onto his side, his left hindleg lifted up as he growled commandingly.
He only ceased the nasty noise when the human girl stroked her hand along his belly, before brushing, just a tantalising brush, over his sensitive, and already bulging sheath. When she pulled her hand away, Col began to growl, the sound rumbling in his chest, and his lips slowly lifting into a very pissed off snarl. It died into a somewhat strangled whimper as he felt what could only be her mouth, and her hair, brushing against his sensitive belly. He waited, shivering impatietly, before humping upwards instinctively, lodging his cock deep inside her throat, uncaring at how she gagged.
She pulled back a little, and took a deep breath, angling her throat just as Col humped again, faster and harder, his whole length disappearing between her lips. Col concentrated on the bliss caused by his rapid and almost savage humping, knowing his mistress would soon be getting a lovely warm drink, which would leave him open to indulge in his favorite past time. Both Lia and the doberman could feel th swollen lump of muscle swelling right at the base of his cock, and almost in a desparate fury, Col twisted, managing to get his paws onto Lia's shoulders, and he really humped fast, finally managing to get some sort of release, as Lia grasped his knot in one hand, wobbling and unsteadily, and squuezed it. Almost immediately, Col yipped, and shot his cum deep into her belly, in long scalding spurts.
Tugging away, he panted, bending to lick at himself, and then nosed at the coughing Lia, his nose travelling up her thighs to the cleft of her ass, and nudging impatiently. He growled, and then lightly bit into Lia's thigh, his teeth just drawing blood, but making her spread her legs a little as she jumped. He growled again, but this time he managed to drag his raspy tongue right inside her slit, his whole body shuddering at the heavenly taste that was better than toilet water and stolen food together. He continued to feast on the juices his msitress had secreted, though as usual, the more he licked the more eeped copiously down and onto his muzzle.
He continued to lick, even through her muffled breathy moans and whines of lust. He finally began to actually dig his tongue inside her, the rboad muscle slipping inside just to rasp gently alongside her inner wall, before being pushed out by a shudder. Col kept pushing it in, scraping a littke more roughly against a hard bump of what he took to be nerves. His thought was right as his mistressed convulsed as though electrocuted, and his muzzle was suddenly flooded with even more of the juices he had so eagerly anticipated.
Their evenings together were different here, more experimental.and somehow more meaningful. tugging back, he thoughtfully lapped at the small puddle of juices, before growling, and mounting onto what would be, if only for this short time, his bitch, his mate, his mistress. Resting his heavy body against her back, however caused her to collapse as the orgasms she had just had had exhausted her. Col growled, nipping her ass to get her up, only for her to collapse on her belly across the futon bed.
He no longer cared who was human who was dog, he just saw what he wanted and he went for it. Col reared up, and settled his hips against Lia's, and carefully gripped her shoulder with his muzzle, humping wildly against her in hopes that he would soon be enclosed inside her hot, wet depths. His stump wagged slowly as he felt the tapered tip of his cock slide inside her, and he froze for a second, before adjusting himself, shifting his bite onto her neck, and his forelegs in front of her hips.
He thrust so hard, that he almost managed to hilt himself completely. The hot silken heat literally drove him wild, and he began to savagely thrust deep within the human below him, causing her to grunt a little. He used his forelegs to draw her in against her thrusts, further wettening her passage with his own copiously spurting pe. He was determined to make her his, once again. His hips sped up a little as his knot grew, and began to tug at her as he thrust, until it got stuck on the outside, causing him to whimper in frustration. He withdrew until just his tip remained inside, before slamming his hips forward, and jerking her backwards with his forelags and the bite to her throat, squeezing the knot inside her, and making her muffle a scream by biting the cover. He continued to pump his hips, though more leisurely, he was determined to make sure that he claimed her properly.
It was while he was moving his hips that the human male walked in, and Col wagged his tail, before speeding up once again, only to completely stop and snarl, his balls tightening to his body as he spurted inside her, his knot tying them together for the few minutes Col took to finish. When he turned around, he pulled his mistress to her feet, and tugger, whimpering a little as his knot was tugged out, followed by the rush of their mixed juices. He moved away, and began to lick at himself, only looking up when he noticed the older human male mating with his msitress. He was interested, so got up, hearing the grunts and moans of both humans, and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was only when his mistress screamed, that he began licking at her, and upon tasting her juices, mixed with his and another flavor, one that he had found different, that he dragged his coarse tongue over the human male, cleaning him up to.
Once his curiosity was satisfied, he leapt onto the bed, eyeing Lia with the same hunger in his eyes he had shown earlier, his lust not even abated after the rough mating he had just given her. After all, now was breeding time for the wolves, and being so close to the woods, even he had been tempted to force himself upon a bitch or two, not wolves, just strays who were always teasing. He shook his head, and then yawned, suddenly too tired out to think about another mating.
When he woke up, his mistress was beside him, though now with a collar on that matched his, and leashes were attached to both. The human male came in, rattling his keys, and Col leapt off the bed, eager to go for a car ride, and wondering just where they'd end up. The only thing that gave him pause for thought was how his mistress was treated. When she got on the backseat, the human male tied her leash to the other day handle, and then slapped her ass, whilst calling Col. Col leapt up, and without any preliminary licks, began to dry hump against her, getting himself worked up. The male human laughed as he did so, and began to drive, leaving Col to do as he wanted.
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Title: Behind Locked Doors | Part 7 by Rivard
Tags: Police, Story Progression, Story Series, undercover
I stood on the bus with my left paw holding onto the cool railing above my head. The motions of the bus swayed me back and forth as the bus moved along the downtown streets. My eyes fixed on the floor below me covered in dirt, gum, and scrap pieces of paper left my other passengers. My mind wandered as I contemplated what I was doing. I was starting to scare myself. My right paw remained in my pocket holding onto the piece of paper. Had all of this turned me into some sort of amateur vigilante? About four times I decided to throw the number away and let Bosh and the police take care of it. Each time I thought of that, I thought about the "what if's" like what if they can't solve it? What if Kyle is attacked again? What if I could have done something about it?
The latter question was the one that kept my mind set on my mission. I was going to do everything that I could to end this. Nervousness started to take over my body and I needed to clear my head a bit. Riding the bus wasn't helping so when the bus came to a halt; I stepped off of the bus along with a couple other people. The bus rolled away as I looked at my surroundings. I was at a part of town that was unfamiliar to me. I had never seen any of these buildings.
I started walking with no destination in mind. My footpaws wandered along the concrete sidewalk. I thought about Kyle. I thought about that night in his basement when he told me that he was gay and then I when told him that I was gay. That led me to think of our first kiss.
A smile formed across my muzzle. I couldn't help it. The thought of Kyle that night was overwhelmingly happy and it took my mind off of the present for a moment.
Off in the distance, I heard laughter and it broke me out of my daze. I was walking by a playground in a small park. I walked towards one of the nearby benches facing the playground and watched.
The sight of the cubs running around playing some sort of game was oddly comforting. Maybe it was their innocence that got to me. Nothing mattered to them except for what was happening at that moment. It made me think that I was like that not that long ago. Just a few months ago, the only thing that worried me was coming out to John. Now that I think about it, it seemed stupid to worry about it. Things changed so much since then. Now I'm meeting up with an undercover agent doing God knows what. After all that Kyle and I have gone through, I wasn't sure when things would go back to the way they were. Then Kyle and I could live in a somewhat normal relationship.
That brought my thoughts back to Kyle and the images of him hugging his younger brother. The bond that they shared was as strong as brotherly bonding could be. That also led me to think of their past, how terrible their early childhood was and of their father. Then the thought of their father raping Kyle and sending people to kill him and Cole came. It was then that I realized that my paws were clenched into fists and that I was shaking a bit. I knew right then what I had to do.
I pulled out the piece of paper at last and pulled out my phone. I unraveled the paper with the phone number and the other notes I scribbled down and stared at them. This was it, now or never. I made sure to dial in the \*69 before putting in the number so that it showed up as a restricted number. I typed in the number exactly how I wrote it earlier. I paused over the send button on my phone.
*Is this the right thing to do? Am I making a mistake?* Those thoughts ran through my head as I backed away from the send button. Then the images of Kyle in the alleyway and of him telling his past overshadowed the doubts. I pressed the send key and put the phone to my ear, holding my breath.
I heard a ring, then a second, then a third. A part of me wanted the number to be a dud and another part wondered why no one was answering.
The ringing stopped, but no voicemail instructions came up. It was just scilence. I moved my phone away from my ear and looked at my screen. My phone indicated that the call was still going on. I put the phone back to my ear and I hear breathing. It was faint, but I could still hear it. Whoever was on the other end of the line was waiting for me to make the first move, and I knew I had to do it. I looked at the paper with the number on it and looked at the other notes I made wondering what I should say.
"Zig?" I asked cautiously. I wasn't sure whether to call him Zig or Officer Johnson, but I chose the first one. I waited to hear a response or an indication of the other guy hanging up the phone.
"Codeword," I heard on the other side of the line. It wasn't in the form of a question, it was demanding. I hastily looked at the paper, forgetting what the codeword was.
"Everest." I answered.
Zig's tone changed. "How did you get this number?"
I had not thought about this until he said something. What was I suppose to say? My heart picked up speed as I thought of something to say, "Detective Bosh gave it to me. He said that I should call you." I held my breath and waited to see if he had found me out or not.
"Hm, I thought that he was going to let me choose the guy. That fucking stallion doesn't trust me I guess," Zig said in a disgusted tone.
I didn't say anything after that because I didn't want to say the wrong thing. I just waited for Zig to start the conversation back up again.
Zig continued, "Well it's too late to change anything. Well I need to meet up with you to discuss everything that's going down. Meet me behind Giard's bar at ten tonight. Make sure no one follows you. I need to recognize you, what are you going to wear?"
I hesitated for a moment as I thought of something discrete that I could wear. "Uh, white shirt, black jacket, and jeans."
"Mhm," Zig said, "When you go behind the bar, I wanted you to stand next to the back door and lean up against the wall. Bring out a cigarette and a lighter. Flick the lighter three times and then light it. That way I'll know it's you."
"Okay," I said. I started to get a weird sensation in the pit of my stomach because I couldn't believe this was working.
Zig spoke up again, "Don't call this number again. I'll see you at Giard's. Don't be late." With that, Zig hung up with a click.
I put my own phone back in my pocket. The nerves picked up again as I thought about what I had just done. I was actually doing this. There was no turning back now. I passed the line of no return and now the only direction is forward.
I continued on my walk, reminiscing on my thoughts, unsure of my direction. By some miracle, by the time, I came back to my senses, I noticed that I was on campus again, but from the opposite side of my dorm room. I walked around the buildings as students with bags walked around, none of them acknowledging me. I continued to make my way towards my dorm when something caught my eye.
It was a tree sitting by itself, with most of its leaves still on the branches. It was the tree that I sat at when I came out to Mike. I remember sitting there close to tears and scared out of my mind that I was going to lose a friend. What a stupid thought that was. If only I had known then how much of a friend I had and how lucky I was. I sat down at the base of the tree just like I did that one day and took a deep breath.
The sounds of campus flooded my ears as I sat back and closed my eyes for a bit to focus on my surroundings. After all that had happened, it seemed like I was in constant motion. I needed to take a break from everything, but sadly, I knew that this wasn't the time for it.
I blinked as I slowly opened my eyes again and out of the corner of my eye, I saw an otter walking with a group of friends. My eyes came into full focus as I turned my head to the Kyle. My tail thwacked against the tree behind me. Once I got a better look, I saw that it wasn't Kyle. It didn't look like him at all now that I got a good glimpse of him.
My tail stopped wagging as I slumped back down. I pulled out my phone and dialed Kyle's number. I put the phone to my ear and hear the phone ringing. After two rings it occurred to me that I had no idea why I called him.
"Hey Allen," Kyle said cheerfully on the other end of the line.
God it felt good to hear his voice again. "Hey Kyle," I answered.
"What's up?"
"Oh, it's a," I started but then stopped, "it's nothing. I just needed to hear your voice."
"Oh," Kyle's tone became concerned, "I'm glad I could help, what's wrong?"
"Well, a lot's been going on lately, and I guess it's just the stress that's getting to me."
"Do you need me to come over?" Kyle asked.
"No," I said a little too quickly, "I'm not in my dorm right now and I wont be tonight."
"Allen, what's going on?" The question was less concerning and more demanding.
"I," I began without knowing where the sentence will end, "I can't say. I promise that it's nothing to worry about. I'll tell about it later."
"Okay," Kyle said a little defeated.
I felt terrible hearing Kyle like that, I didn't want to become that person that pushed away the ones he loved.
"Look Kyle," I said, "I don't want to keep you in the dark, but there's something that I have to do and I can't tell you right now. I love you so much Kyle. You're the best thing that has happened to me. I want you to remember that."
There was a pause at the other end of the line. After a moment of no response, Kyle said, "I love you too Allen."
I hit the end call button and put my cell phone away. I stood up from the tree and headed back to my dorm room to get ready for tonight.
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I checked the clock on my wall. The time showed that it was nine o'clock; one hour before the set meeting time. I went straight to my closet and opened it up. I pulled out a pair of jeans and put my footpaws through them I pulled the waistband up to my hips and fasten the button in the back above the hole for my tail to go through. Once I had my pants on, I went to my drawer with all of my shirts and I dug through them to find a plain white shirt. I found one and inspected it to see if it had anything on it. I had nothing on it, so I pulled the shirt over my head. I then grabbed my black jacket that my dad gave to me. It was a simple jacket with pockets at the chest, mainly there for design, and a couple of pockets at the bottom at either side of the zipper that ran down the center of it.
I walked over to the sink in my dorm room and ran some water. I put my paw under the flowing water and then put it to the top of my head. I flattened my fur up there. After straightening my headfur, I inspected myself in the mirror. I was glad I did because I looked like a greaser in the 50s. Chuckling a bit, I brought my paws up to my head and ruffled up the fur. I looked more like I belonged in a back alley or on the streets if that makes any sense.
Checking the time again, I headed out of my room, locking it behind me, and headed out of my dorm. I stepped outside and noticed that it had gotten a little chillier. I made my way up to the nearest drugstore.
I pushed the door open and a little bell ringed as I stepped inside. The ram behind the counter didn't seem to notice me walk in. I went straight to the counter when the ram finally acknowledged my existence and stood behind the register.
"What can I do for ya?" he asked.
"A pack of Flaming Wolf cigarettes," I said in a dull tone trying to make it seem that I bought cigarettes all the time, "and a lighter."
The ram turned around and headed to the stash of cigarettes behind him and grabbed a pack of the cigarettes that I asked for and grabbed a small lighter. He came back to the register and punched in the items.
"That will be five seventy-two and I'll need to see some I.D." he droned in his monotone voice.
I fished my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out the money and my driver's license. I handed them to the ram together and he grabbed them. He only took a quick glance at my license probably because he was required to. He handed my pack my identification and put the money into the register.
"Twenty-eight cents is your change." He said handing me the coins, "Have a nice night."
I put the coins in my pocket and grabbed my things from the counter. Pocketing them, I headed for the door when I remembered that I wasn't sure where the bar was. I turned back around and went to the register again.
"Excuse me," I said. The ram didn't move his head from the magazine he was reading, but his eyes looked up at me. "How can I get to Giard's bar from here?"
He moved his hoof under his chin and looked up towards the ceiling in thought, "It's not too far from here," he said and he turned his gaze to me again, "go five blocks to your left as you leave, turn left, and then it will be two blocks from there. You should see a sign hanging above the sidewalk."
"Thanks," I said as I headed out towards the door. The bell chimed again when I opened the door and entered into the night.
Just as the ram instructed me, I turned left and headed in that direction. Downtown was different at night. I didn't have a lot of crime, but it still gave me that uneasy feeling inside of me. I walked past a couple of furs walking, paying no attention to me. About three blocks down, I saw a couple in front of me wearing nice evening attire. When I walked past them, I could have sworn I saw the lady put both of her paws on her purse as I came close. It was a good sign to me because at least I knew that my outfit was somewhat convincing.
Once I got to the end of the fifth block, I rounded the corner and headed down the last couple of blocks to my destination. There wasn't a lot of commotion happening outside on the sidewalks with the exception of a group of college students, obviously intoxicated, walking ahead of me laughing loudly at their own stupid jokes. They opened a door and all walked in together.
I looked above the door to see a sign above the door sticking out perpendicular to the sidewalk with a small light shining on it that read GIARD'S. As I approached the sign and the front door, I could hear a lot of commotion coming from inside. I peaked in and it was the typical people in a bar, the group of loud people, the alcoholics at the bar sitting by themselves, and some other random people trying to find a date. I looked at the clock that hung over the bar. It read a few minutes until ten.
There was a narrow alley to the left of the bar wide enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder. I hesitated before walking into the alley. Flashbacks of that mugging came into my head, but I shook them out. I stepped into the alley. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness put not long after I entered the alley; there was another that ran behind the bar. This alley's only light source was a light above the back door to the bar. I walked to the door and stopped right next to it. I leaned against the rough brick structure with my shoulders and upper back. I put my right footpaw against the wall and reached into my pocket for the pack of cigarettes and lighter. I pulled one out and pocketed the rest of the pack. I put one end into my muzzle and held out my lighter.
Remembering what Zig instructed me to do, I clicked the lighter once, twice, thrice, and then lit the flame on the lighter. I brought the lighter to the end of the cigarette in my muzzle and sucked in a bit to get the flame going. I had never smoked before then, and now I knew why. It was disgusting. As soon as I took a whiff of the cigarette, I coughed immediately and pulled the cigarette with my paw out of my muzzle and let the smoke escape.
I looked to my left and to my right. Nothing. I knew I was at the right place at the right time. I looked at my cigarette once again and attempted to take another inhale of the stuff. I didn't feel addicted to it after seven seconds like I was told, I wanted to never touch the stuff again, but I decided that I needed to act natural. I sucked in the smoke again. I was a bit more bearable than the first time, but I still let out a small cough.
The movement of the small rocks on the ground caught my attention, as a black wolf approached me. He was dressed in black pants and a grey jacket. His hands were in his pocket. I stood about six inched taller than me.
"I'm Detective Johnson," the wolf said, "but call me Zig."
He stuck out his paw and I shook while saying, "Allen."
Zig immediately spoke, "First of all, I'm going to refer to you as Cobb when we enter the house."
"The house?" I asked.
He gave me a confused look, "Don't you know what's going down?"
"Bosh told me that you'd inform me tonight." I responded quickly.
"Christ," Zig said putting a paw to his face and shaking his head, "That stallion is losing his shit."
I said nothing to this. I just wanted to know what was going on before Zig found out that Bosh never sent me.
"Okay, I'll tell you everything," Zig said, "First of all, while Franz was incarcerated, he made a few friends in his cell block. About nine months ago, he along with a bunch of other inmates started a prison riot and during the riot, him and a few other inmates escaped. The police caught a couple of them, but Franz never was caught. I was already undercover for another case when the guy I was after told me that I needed to help out Franz so I became part of his inner circle. He said he came here because of some 'unfinished business.' I didn't know what he was talking about until after he sent two people after an otter named Kyle and kill him, but they were stopped by a couple of students passing by."
I tried to act like I didn't know that last part. After all, he had no idea that I was one of those two students. It was pretty easy because I wanted to learn more.
He continued, "One of the furs, a panther, apparently cracked and told police that he was sent by Franz. So now Franz is now laying low. It was after then that I found out that it was his own son and he said it was because of his son that Franz ended up incarcerated. He needs someone to get close to him and kill him. He trusted me to find the person to do it. You're the guy that he's going to think will kill the otter. I told him that I found someone and he wants to meet you tonight."
"Tonight?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, "Don't worry about it, I'll be there too. He just wants to inspect you and see if you're cut out for the job."
I gave a slight nod as I thought about actually coming face to face with Kyle's father. Not only that, but I would have to listen to him and act like I don't want to rip his throat out.
I then heard steps coming from the darkness beyond the range that the light gave. A figure came into full view and I was that it was a stallion. It was Bosh.
He wore an overcoat over some casual clothes. Bosh didn't look at me immediately, but once he got close he glanced at me and then to Zig.
"Is this the guy?" Bosh asked Zig.
"Of course it is," Zig answered, "you chose the guy."
Bosh put on a confused look, "No I didn't, I told you to chose the guy."
They both looked at me and I felt scared. I saw Bosh's eyes widen as he recognized me.
"Allen?" he said, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"You know him?" Zig asked.
Bosh ignored Zig's question. He stood there giving me a stern look. Inside, I felt guilty, like a child when he or she knows they're in trouble, but I didn't show it. I looked back at Bosh with a look that showed that I wasn't backing down.
"We have to get someone else," Bosh said, "he's too involved for this."
"Well who do ya reckon we get?" Zig asked, "I've already told him everything and I can't get someone this late, Franz is relocating tomorrow and I don't know where. Sorry Bosh, but we have to use him."
Bosh never took his eyes off of me. He looked really pissed off, but then it subsided as he knew that Zig was right.
"Fine," he said, "but you need to keep close to him." Bosh then took a few steps toward me and lowered his head level with mine leaving only a few inches between us, "And you better not pull any stunts cause if you mess this up, Franz gets away."
I continued staring right back into his eyes, my expression unchanging, but I understood what he said. Bosh stood up straight and took a few steps back.
"Alright," he said, "let's not waste any more time."
Zig nodded and turned his attention back to me, "As I said before, your alias is going to be Cobb. We are going to walk into the house together. Someone will be waiting for us at the entry and he'll pat you down, so we're not going to wire you or give you any weapons. Once he knows that you're clean he'll let you in. You'll see Franz inside and he will give his little inspection. Don't worry about it, he just wants to be sure that you ain't a cop. Don't speak to him unless he speaks to you. When he asks how we met, tell him we met here at Giard's after you got in a fight with another fur. Once he's sure that you're not undercover, he will more than likely tell you what you need to do. He'll give you the basic details about his son, so be aware of that. While we are in there, we are going to have units wait discretely outside to move in. When I feel like the timing is right, I'm going to signal for the units to come in. As soon as you hear officers come into the room, don't run, just get down on the floor. The officers will be aware of who you are so don't worry about that."
I nodded at this and asked, "When do we do this?"
"In a few hours," Zig answered, "Franz only does business at night so he asks that we meet at the place at three in the morning. You'll stay with us until then."
"This is it," Bosh said, "If all goes well, this will all be over by sunrise."
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Title: Meeting Daddy in the Past Pt. 05
Tags: daddy, daughter, father/daughter, mother/son, son, mommy, incest
My future son is trying to change the past!
Every time he changes something, the new memory pops into my head.
I get out of my bed and grab my keys. I have to stop him, but how can I?
I could get to the lab. Go back. Stop him from doing what the devious guy is obviously planning.
I run out the front door and hop into my car, but before I can start the engine, another memory hits.
*I stare up at the stranger that strongly resembles my beloved daddy. "Nice to meet you, Seth!" I shout excitedly over the pumping music of the party. "Are you a senior?"
He smiles proudly. "Yeah." He has a calm presence like he's not nervous around me at all. He's so cool! He seems to remember something. "What about you?" His head ducks closer to mine so he can hear me.
"Oh, I'm a sophomore. Physics major."
"Law for me," he says.
"Oh, that's just like my dad!" I tell him happily.
Seth's eyes narrow.
"Oh. Sorry. I guess it's creepy for a girl to compare you to her father right away. It's just... you look like him too." The two drinks I've had are making my tongue loose.
"I really don't want to hear that," he growls.
I stare up at him, shocked. Jeeze, did I blow it, or what? My cheeks get super hot. "Sorry. I guess I'll just..." I look back at my friends, who are watching encouragingly.
He grabs my arm, gently. "No, I'm sorry. Don't take offense, mo—I mean... Danielle. It's a pride thing."
His hand is really warm. Wonderful, really. Saving myself for the one I love has been a hard trial. And it's not like I'll ever get to be with him anyway, right? I mean, what normal girl gets a crush on her dad, the one person on Earth that she can't have? Stupid fantasy.
"Hey," Seth says. "You want to go somewhere a little quieter?"
I smile at him. I guess I didn't blow it after all. He really is good-looking with his dark eyes and curly brown hair. Better looking than dad, even. "Sure!"*
I pull myself out of the memory. He's getting to her. Me. Past me. This is bad. I pull out of the driveway and head toward the lab.
Seth doesn't realize what he's doing. What if he succeeds? If he changes too much, maybe I won't yearn after my dad anymore and maybe I won't go find him when I use the time machine for the first time.
And if that happens, daddy won't fuck me. And if daddy doesn't fuck me, Seth won't even exist.
And if he doesn't exist, who stops me from going after daddy?
It's making my head spin. I just know that it's going to be bad.
I have to get back there and tell him that my dad is his dad.
I just hope to God that evil bitch Dr. Samuels is in the lab.
I fly into the lab parking lot and spot the doctor's car. I pull in crookedly beside it and get out, running for the door.
I suddenly realize how dad must have felt when I went back into his past. He knew I was changing things, but didn't know how to stop me.
At least I have a plan.
I step into the lobby and flash my volunteer ID. I rush down the sterile hallway. Then, so vividly, it makes me dizzy, I have another memory and crash into the wall.
*Seth and I wander out, past drunken partiers and onto the frat lawn. "There's a park not far from here," I tell him. "I'd never go there at night, usually, but..." I check him out. "I think you'll be able to protect me."
He flashes straight, white teeth in a grin. "I won't let anyone touch you, I swear."
I believe him. "How tall are you?"
"Six three."
"Wow."
"And you're five five."
I laugh. "Good guess."
"Right," he murmurs, grinning.
I blush, happy to have his attention. "Oh, you think you're pretty cute, huh?"
"I know you think so." He moves closer so we walk side by side.
How surprisingly sexy. "How do you know that? Am I drooling?"
He laughs. It's a rich, wonderful sound. "You've told me before."
"What, like, once upon a dream?" I ask wryly.
He laughs again! "Sure mo—I mean Danielle."
"What's with that?"
"What?"
"Do you have a girlfriend named Monica or something? You keep trying to call me something else."
He chuckles lightly, taking in my expression. "You're jealous." He sounds surprised and pleased.
I open my mouth to retort, but nothing witty comes to mind. "Maybe a little."
"I promise I don't have a girlfriend. That make you feel better?"
I giggle. "It makes this a little more interesting. It means your options are open."
"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?" His dark eyes watch me intently.
I shiver at his gaze. I think he's attracted to me. Like, really into me. It feels amazing. "For example, you wouldn't be opposed to kissing me."
He stops walking. The park is only a few yards away, but I stop with him.
I realize I've just said something very forward and I feel kind of shocked that I basically just offered to kiss a stranger. Nervously, I look up at him.
His lips are parted, his breath is deep and steady. And his eyes stare down into mine, somehow gentle and fierce at the same time. It looks a little like love. I know that's crazy.
He chuckles. "I wouldn't be opposed, no."
My breath escapes me. So cute! I wouldn't mind at all if he kissed me. And that's odd for me. I can usually only compare men to my dad and they all fall short. But that comparison isn't nagging me now.
I tug on his hand. "Come on. Let's go sit on the swings."
He smiles indulgently. "Okay... Danielle."
Even though I basically told him he could kiss me, he's not rushing me. I lead him through the park and to the swings. The fact that he's not pushing just makes me want to kiss him more.
We sit in the swings and he rocks himself back and forth with his long legs.
"What's your last name?" I ask him, letting my legs swing.
His eyes dart to mine, suspiciously. "Why?"
"Well," I say grinning devilishly. "If I'm going to give you my first kiss, I should at least know your last name."
"Your first kiss?" He sounds surprised, maybe even confused.
Oh damn. What an embarrassing thing to admit. Logic will lead him to realize I'm a virgin. Well done, Danielle. Truly. "Yes."
He looks off in the direction of campus for a second. "Crowley."
"Seth Crowley. That's pretty nice. You know, I've always liked the name Seth."
"Really?" he asks, grinning. It's like he has a secret.
"Yeah. There was this boy in kindergarten who used to bully me. His name was Billy."
"Billy the bully," Seth says, knowingly.
"Yeah! That's how I always think of him. Anyway, Billy used to chase me around and pull my hair."
"What an asshole."
I giggle. "He was pretty awful. But there was this cute boy with blonde hair. He was tiny, you know? But he stood up for me. He told Billy that you can't hurt a pretty girl." I grin. "That was Seth."
"Did you like him?"
"Well, not really. I had a hard time being interested in boys even then."
"Why?"
I glance over at him. His head rests against the chain of the swing. His whole attention is on me. His eyes are dark but focused. His face framed by unruly curly black hair. And suddenly I realize that I'm turned on. Fully aroused by him and I hardly noticed it coming on. "Just waiting for someone special, I guess."
He nudges his swing into mine. "I'll take that kiss now."*
I struggle to free myself from the memory and find that I'm sitting on the cold floor of the lab hallway. Nineteen years of not giving in to lust and my own son is making me waver? I don't want to see what comes next but it pulls me powerfully back.
*His lips brush against mine, slowly and carefully. Tingles rush down the back of my neck. My nipples harden. His hands circle my waist, warm and welcome.
"Mmm," I murmur, then blush at the sound of my voice.
He breaks the kiss and lets himself swing back into place.
My fingers run across my bottom lip.
"How was it?" he asks.
I stare at him. "It was perfect."
He bites his lip to stop himself from grinning, but it doesn't really work. Cute! "It's late. Let me walk you to your dorm."
I don't want to stop hanging out with him, though. Feeling a bit bold, I say, "Maybe we can go back to your place for a while?"
His eyes jerk to mine and I can see that he's started breathing hard. Almost as though he doesn't want to, he lets his eyes drop to my breasts, then my legs. They snap back to mine. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"
"Afraid? No."
"Don't you want to take it slow, though? I mean, I want to keep you."
"Keep me?"
"I don't kiss just anyone."
That makes me grin. "So, do you want to take me back to your place or not?"
He smiles. "More than anything."*
"Danielle!" I hear a firm voice call. "She's coming out of it now, but you still better come."
I pull myself out of the memory. Dr. Samuels is staring down at me, her cell phone at her ear. "Good, the sooner the better." She ends the call. "That was your dad. What's the matter with you?" she asks.
"Someone's trying to change the past," I tell her. "My past. I can feel it happening."
She helps me to my feet. "But who?"
"My son."
She stares at me. "What?"
"It's a long story, doctor. Right now I need you to let me use the machine."
"It can't take you back into your own past. It's not ready for pin-point time travel yet," she protests, trying to stop me from barging into her lab.
I scurry by her and barge in anyway. "Where is it?" My eyes scan the room but there's no time machine. "What did you do with it?" I demand.
She frowns. "My colleagues had some... disputes about the ethical implications of my machine. I've had to secure it to another location."
"Where?" I yell. "Where..." I stumble.
*I follow Seth up to the second floor of the dorm building. He hesitates at a door. "I just, uh, changed rooms, so it's pretty bare."
As he says, when he opens the door, there's only the bed and desk that's in all the dorms and a bag on the floor. Nothing else. "Why'd you have to change rooms?" I ask curiously. "Evil roommate?"
"I wanted to be... closer to campus."
I nod. But it's too quiet. "Do you have an I-Pod or something?"
"Something like that." He digs in his bag and pulls out what looks like a compact. He unfolds it to reveal speakers and a touch screen. A moment later, a calm, folky song pours out of it. The sound is rich but not too loud.
"Cool! Where'd you get that?"
"My friend made it for me," he says quickly.
Some friend.
He sets the player on the desk and turns to me. "We don't have to do anything—"
But I've already convinced myself. I step closer and wrap my arms around his chest. "I know it's quick, and I definitely don't do this kind of thing. Ever. But I just feel like it's right. Just be gentle, okay?"
I hear him swallow, feel his hands run tentatively down my arms. His sigh sounds relieved. "But Danielle, don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Huh? No."
"Do you have someone waiting for you back home, then?" He sounds confused.
I think of daddy for a moment. Fantasy. "No. There's no one."
He steps back from me and turns. His eyes are wide. "Nine months," he mumbles. He blinks at me. "You said I look like your dad."
"Uh. Well, yeah. You do. A lot."
"Holeee shit," he mumbles to himself. "The old pervert's my dad."
"What? Seth you're kinda freaking me out. Are you okay?"
"Not really," he groans. "If I stop you from going, what will happen to me?"
"Stop me?" My stomach turns. "Maybe I should go."
His wild eyes watch me as I back toward the door.*
I pull out of the memory and find myself clutching Dr. Samuels' shoulders. I pant with relief. Seth's realized that my dad is his dad. He's not going to go through with it. He realizes his existence would be in danger.
How did he get the dorm, though? How far back did he travel? How long was he preparing?
"You need to sit down," the doctor says, pushing me into a chair. "Your dad should be here any second."
*"Oh, fuck it," Seth says, approaching me, looking reckless. "As long as I don't disappear until after."
His mouth presses greedily to mine. His arms pull me in. His hands rub roughly over my back. His eyes are tightly shut and a moan of pure pleasure drags out of him.
The sound calls to something inside me and my indecision fades. I let my hands wander inside the back of his shirt. The muscles of his back twitch as I touch his skin with my nails.
"Mmm," he murmurs. He pulls back and dark eyes stare into mine.
He's really into this. It's so fucking hot!
He pulls me to the narrow bed and I sit. I watch curiously as his hands grab the bottom of his t shirt and pull it over his head. His firm muscles call me and I allow my hand to run up his chest.
He shivers.
I pull my knees under me so I can kneel and I place a kiss on his stomach.
"Yes," he whispers.
I'm turning him on so bad. It's a wonderful feeling. I want to do more, make him even more crazy for me. "Seth," I call softly.
He meets my eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Licking my lips at my daring, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up, wriggling to get it over my head.
"Oh," he moans, watching my breasts bounce in my bra.
My breath speeds. This is so dirty of me. "Watch me."
He nods.
I reach back and unhook my bra as he watches intently. And when the bra falls away, he groans. "Beautiful. So fucking perfect."
My back straightens. "Touch them," I order.
He gasps, shaking his head. But still, his hands reach out.
They land softly on my breasts and his breath comes out in a hiss. His fingers slide smoothly over my skin, his fingertips swiping at my nipples.
"Come closer," I whisper. It's not enough. I want him against me. My pussy is aching.
"Yes." He joins me on the bed and I snuggle close to him rubbing my breasts against his chest.
It feels so good! I want more. "More," I demand.
"Oh, God, yes." He pulls me tightly to him. "You feel so good, mom."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry," he moans, rubbing his stubbly cheek against my smooth one.
What's with that? Does he have a thing for his mom? Kinda like I have for daddy? "It's okay. I don't mind."
"I can call you mom?" His fingers run through my hair and down my back, making my skin tingle.
"Sure. If that's what you like."
"Oh, it's what I like, mom," he growls. He pushes me onto my back and slides on top of me, nudging my legs apart. His warm skin rasps across my stomach and breasts. "It's what I've always liked."
Oh. He's really freaky. Hearing his pervy fantasy is making me so wet, though. "You love your mommy?" I ask.
His breath huffs out. "Oh god. Stop or you'll make me cum." I feel his erection digging between my legs.
I pant. Talking like his mom makes him lose his mind. Naughty! "What does she call you? Baby?"
He shakes his head. His mouth hesitantly kisses my nipple. It feels so good! I squirm under him.
"Darling?"
His mouth falls open, his eyes stare into mine, hungry but vulnerable.
That's it, isn't it? "You're making me feel so good, darling."
"Ah. You don't know what you're saying," he moans, grinding against me.
"Let mommy make you feel good," I croon, pulling his head to mine. His kiss is frantic, rushed with lust. He wants me so bad!
His hand fights with the button of my pants. I should tell him to slow down, but I don't want to. I share something kindred with this man and I want to let him have me. I'm dying to let him have me.
"Mom?"
I look down at him. He's waiting with his hands on the waist of my pants. Waiting for my consent.
"Oh, yes, darling. You can have me."
His eyes close, relishing the words. Then, fiercely, he pulls my pants and panties away. His eyes gaze at my bare pussy and his face turns white. A veil drops over his eyes making them appear black and crazed, and his mouth drops to my pussy.
My eyes fly open as his tongue drags from my pussy to my clit. He licks at me like it tastes wonderful. And he moans, "mmm," as though it feels just as good for him as for me. I can't speak as he laps at me. I've never felt such intense pleasure in all my life.
My hips rock, trying to get his mouth on my clit again. His eyes meet mine knowingly and his mouth closes around my clit. Spasms jerk my legs. My fingers run into his dark curly hair and claw at his scalp. "Oh, God!" I yell, shocked. "I'm cumming! Seth!"
Surprise fills his eyes and he quickly sticks his long middle finger into my pussy. A shock of pain twists through my orgasm. "Ah!" I cry, but the wonderful throbbing continues. His finger twitches in me and I pulse around it.
That was so fast. I've never even made myself cum that fast.
"It felt so good," I murmur.*
"What felt good?"
I blink. I'm in my dad's car. Rolling down the street toward home.
"What's happening to you, Danielle?" dad asks. Our house comes into view and we pull up the drive.
"Oh, dad, I don't think I can tell you."
He gets out and comes around to my side. "You're scaring me, baby." He lifts me out of the car and carries me inside. "You keep staring off into the distance." He takes me to my room and sets me on my bed. "Now tell me."
I sigh heavily. "First of all, I'm pregnant."
His eyes narrow. "What?"
"Pregnant. You made me pregnant."
"We've only had sex a few times."
"You've cum, right up against my womb, four times, dad."
For some reason he grins. "Four times, huh?"
I nod. "Yes, daddy."
"But still, how do you know? It takes time to know whether—"
"We'll have a son," I interrupt hastily. I feel something at the back of my mind. Another memory is coming, I know it. "And he's in my past, changing things. He wants me and I don't know who he is back then. He's licked me." I blush hard. "His finger was in me. I'm sorry, daddy."
He grimaces, hard jealousy raging in his eyes. "My son is trying to fuck you?"
"Yes, daddy. Our son. And I can't stop him."
His eyes hard, my father tears the button of my shorts open.
"What?" I cry out. "What are you doing? Didn't you just hear-?"
"Quiet," he growls, roughly. "Don't think of him fucking you. You're going to think of me, Danielle."
But I can't fight the pull of the past.
*Seth slides his finger out of me and smiles happily, proudly. "You came."
"Yes." I murmur. "It felt so good." I sit up and pull him to me. He so deserves a reward. My hands clumsily work at opening his pants. I can feel his eyes boring into me intensely. I glance up shyly. "You'd better hurry before I change my mind."
Seth's eyebrows rise. He shoves off his pants and boxers and I lean back, admiring his naked form. His cock, long and stiff, stands proud and beautiful.*
Daddy jostles me, pulling my shorts around my ankles. He pulls off his suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt. He loosens his tie. Then, looking into my eyes, he drops his pants. His cock, long and thick, bobs lewdly.
"Daddy," I say through a dry mouth.
"Has he started fucking you, baby?" He climbs onto my bed, his shirt and tie still loose on his big, hard body.
"Not yet. He's about to." My mouth gets dryer at the thought.
"Do you want him to?" he demands harshly.
"Oh, yes, daddy." I moan, unable to contain myself.
My dad growls, pushing my shirt and bra roughly off my tits. His hands squeeze and kneed—
*Seth's mouth finds mine hungrily. He writhes against me, his cockhead slithering against my wet folds. "Oh, mom," he moans. "Is it really okay?"
My pussy clenches. He's such a twisted guy. "Oh, yes, darling," I assure him, wanting his worry for me and his hesitation to vanish in the wake of selfish lust.
Seth's arms wrap around me, under me. "Mom," he utters, and forces his dick into—*
Daddy forces his dick into me. I gasp, almost sitting up from the shock. "Daddy!" I protest.
"I told you," he growls, fucking into me madly. "He's not going to take you from me, baby."
This feels so good, but I want to go back. I want to know!
*Seth squirms, fucking into me madly. "Oh, mommy. Mommy." His eyes senseless with lust. Yes!
His back arches and his mouth locks onto my nipple. He sucks firmly.*
I gasp!
"What's he doing to you Danielle?" dad demands, ramming his cock into me, hitting deep.
"Fucking meee! Sucking my titteee!" I keen wildly.
"No!" he roars, slapping my tit with his hand.
The pain brings my focus directly to daddy's dick as I clench around it.
"You're mine," daddy utters, squeezing my breasts, yanking them. "He's not taking you, Danielle!"
"But daddy, he's fucking me, too! It feels so good!"
My eyes lose focus, as for a glorious moment, the memory overlaps the present.
*Seth fucks helplessly.*
Daddy fucks roughly.
*His mouth sucks and pulls at my nipple, each pull sending a shock to my clit.*
His fingers twist my nipples, the pain causes my cunt to throb. "Yes, baby," daddy grunts. "Squeeze daddy's cock!"
*His mouth pulls off my nipple with a pop and he rises up, curly black hair in his eyes, the lust making him crazy. "I'm gonna cum in you, mommy."
I whimper. "Don't stop!"*
Daddy grins. "I won't baby."
His dick pounds me. He's never been this rough before. His eyes are determined slits and his tongue slides over my collarbone and neck.
*I gasp harshly. "If you cum inside, I'll get pregnant! You can't make me pregnant, darling!"
"Yes!" he argues. "It's my turn to cum in you, mom. I'm gonna make sure you can't think of any man but me."*
Daddy slows his fucking, he pulls out and I whine. He grins darkly. "I know just what you like, baby."
He drags his fat cock up over my clit, and circles it with his cockhead.
"Oh, yes, daddy!" I wiggle. "That's gonna make me—"
*"Oh, darling, you're so naughty. You can't cum in your own mother." The power of this game has gotten to my head and I can't stop. "But I want it, Seth. I want—"
A guttural moan bursts from his chest and his dick jerks.
I can feel him cumming in me! My God! My hand slips helplessly to my clit and when I touch it—"
OH GOD*
Daddy's dick plunges back inside me. "Oh yes, baby, cum on me," Daddy demands. My orgasm swells to a maddening height.
*I cum hard around him.*
I throb on and on, whimpering
*Wriggling*
Writhing.
Daddy's mouth meets mine. His dark eyes proud. "That was—" His eyes widen. "Danielle?"
I blink. Daddy's face is getting fuzzy.
He clutches at my shoulders, I feel his cock still in me, but the room is getting dark.
Daddy fucked me.
I went back in time and made daddy fall for me. I have to remember.
I...
"Danielle," Seth murmurs. "You okay?"
I swallow. "Yes. Hell yes. I'm excellent."
He laughs happily, pulling out of me. "Where'd you go just now?"
"I don't know!" I exclaim, pulling him into a hug. "I've never cum like that before. I went out of my head for a second."
His toothy grin makes me smile back. "I guess you liked it, then."
I giggle, giddy from my orgasm. "Yeah. You could say that. Is sex always like that?"
His mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out.
I sit up to stare at him. "What is it?"
"I don't know if it's always like that." He looks away. "That was my first time."
I shake my head. "No way."
"Yeah."
I laugh. I can't help it, I feel so happy.
Seth looks down at his hands as if he's surprised to see them. "I'm still here."
I giggle more. "Oh yeah? Me too."
He stares at me, unfathomable confusion in his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
He grins, baring his white teeth. "Yeah, I'm fantastic."
**One month later:**
"Don't worry, my dad will love you, I know it."
Seth clutches my steering wheel as he drives us into town. "Don't count on it. He'll feel like I'm taking you away from him."
"Well, he'll just have to deal with it. You're my boyfriend—"
"Fiancé," he corrects, grinning evilly.
I swallow. How does he make engagement sound so damn naughty? "Fiancé," I agree. "And I love you, so—"
"Say it again," he says, eyes dark. He always does this.
"I love you, darling," I tell him indulgently.
He sighs with satisfaction.
He's such a weirdo.
I watch out the window as my hometown rambles by. "Oh, pull up over here! I want to stop at the lab."
He does so without hesitation.
We step into Dr. Samuels' lab and she grins. "Is this your older brother, Danielle?" she asks, taking Seth in.
"Um, no, doctor. This is my... fiancé, Seth."
She shakes his hand. "Congratulations!" She turns to me. "I'm really glad you're here. I have something to show you."
A time machine? Dr. Samuels is pretty amazing.
Seth is intrigued as well. "What happens if someone goes back and changes something?" he asks the doctor.
"Well, see that's interesting. Paradoxes abound."
"Like the Grandfather paradox?"
"Exactly. If you go back and kill your grandfather, will you be born?" Dr. Samuels looks a bit like a mad scientist right now. "I can only theorize myself, mind you."
Seth nods.
"There has to be a way, or the universe would cease to be. The time machine works, I know, so the very existence of the machine allows me to believe such paradoxes are somehow corrected."
"But how?"
She laughs. "Perhaps each instance of possibility is shunted off into another timeline. For example if you did go back and kill your grandfather, the reality splits into two: one where he lives and you're never born and one where he dies and you continue to live."
We both squint at the doctor and she smiles. "Just a theory, of course."
"So a person wouldn't just disappear if he messes with his ancestors?"
She laughs. "Maybe you'd like to be the first person to try it."
A really weird expression crosses his face, like he wants to laugh and freak out at the same time. "That's okay."
"What about you, Danielle? Want to go back in time?"
Seth watches me curiously.
"That's okay, doc. Maybe some other time," I tell her.
When we arrive at my house, my dad meets us at the door. He pulls me into a warm hug. "Oh, I've missed you, Danielle."
"Me too, daddy." I pull back and gesture to Seth. "Dad, this is my fiancé, Seth."
They eye each other for a long moment. "Nice to meet you, sir," Seth says, sticking out his hand.
Dad takes it. Their forearms flex and I suspect they're trying to crush each other's hands.
"Okay," I say, gently pulling their hands apart. "That's enough handshaking."
"So," dad says. "I hear you're in law, like me."
"Yes sir. Though, I'm thinking I might start my own business instead."
"Seth has amazing ideas, daddy," I say. "They're awesome and futuristic. He already has a bunch of patents."
"Hmm," dad says. "I bet your parents are proud of you."
Seth hides his mouth.
"Daddy!" I gasp. "I told you, Seth is an orphan."
"Ah. Sorry, son."
Thankfully, Seth smiles. "Don't worry about it."
"Well, come on in. I bet you're hungry."
Seth grins, grabbing my hand. "Starved."
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*I shake off the bout of dizziness. Dad's still here. Still inside me, thick and stiff.
"Baby," he murmurs. "You really scared me for a second."
"Mmm," I'm still throbbing from my orgasm. "That was amazing, daddy."
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet." His thick cock nudges against my cervix, proving his point.
"You're so bad, daddy, fucking your daughter like this."
"I don't give a damn if it's bad," he grunts, swinging his hips. "It feels fucking amazing."
"Yes."
"You're mine, Danielle," he growls. "Only mine."
"Oh, yess, daddy."
He falls on me, squeezing into me, and his cock pulses. He jerks, his hot cum pouring into my pussy. "So good."
"How good?" I demand greedily.
"Better than anything in the universe, baby."*
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Title: Down by the Lake Ch. 04
Tags: auburn hair, group, threesome
I was lying in my bed, flowing auburn hair on my right shoulder, close cut, rumpled brown on my left. My arms around women I loved more every minute. Jeannie eased up on my chest, laying kisses around my left nipple. Playfully smiling at Madge, she semi-whispered, "It's his turn now, any suggestions?"
"Mm mm, his cock is hard, I want him in you. I want to watch him love you. No waiting, do it now."
Jeannie turned her hazel eyes to me, "What do you want, shall I tease you more? Maybe hold you on the edge for a while?"
"Jeannie, I've been on the edge since you jumped in my arms. Do you want bottom or top, that's all that matters now?"
"Extend your arms over your head...now keep them there."
She rolled onto my chest, lifted a little, and guided my cock to her pussy. Taking several swipes with the head through the juices flowing freely, positioning me at her entrance, she sat straight up, looked down at me, over at Madge, and then slid slowly down, fully engulfing my cock. Closing her eyes, smiling, her pussy clamping and releasing she said to Madge, "This is nice. I love you. I love Madge; I even love that crazy dog of yours. Please, don't let this be a onetime thing."
I thrust upwards, spurring Jeannie into responding. Her hands dropped to my chest, fingers clenching skin as she lifted and fell, accelerating until she was bucking and quivering, crying out in a wordless shout. As she reached her peak, I hit mine. I thrust up, hands pulling her hips down, grinding us together, shooting cum that had been building in me all day. She slumped forward, my hands slipping down to cup her ass, holding her to me. Jeannie gasped for air, then took a deep breathe, and looked over at Madge. "How was that?"
"Beautiful. You have me all turned on again, but I didn't want to move, I didn't want to miss a moment."
"Give me a minute, we'll fix that."
Slowly Jeannie slid off, to Madge. Once again they started kissing, Jeannie's right hand seeking Madge's pussy, sliding between the lips, drawing a moan from her. Madge guided Jeannie's breasts to her waiting mouth, the tongue extended, searching for the nipples. As I watched, Jeannie dug her fingers into her lover's pussy forcefully, causing Madge to answer with a now signature guttural moan. Frozen in place, Madge and Jeannie kissed, panted, babbled incoherently and finally crashed back to the bed, spent.
Totally worn, I crawled out of bed, reeled into the shower, and just stood under the hot water. When I was refreshed I looked in on the girls. They again loved each other, Jeannie on her stomach, Madge kneeling over her thighs, caressing her from neck to buttocks, following her hands with kisses. Jeannie's face, turned toward me, glowing in the joy she felt. Her eyes focused on me enough that she could give me a small smile, and then lost focus again.
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Down stairs I poured myself a shot of scotch and sat on the deck. Bogart put his chin on my lap, wanting his ears rubbed.
Have you ever had times when you just sit, no thoughts, letting events flow? That was me until the girls finally came out an hour later. They were holding hands, freshly showered, bare as could be. We sat looking out over the meadow, no one wanting to break the spell.
Bogart rose; moved to Madge, put his chin on her lap, wanting an ear rub. "That dog really likes you." observed Jeannie.
"Honey, you have no idea."
Jeannie seemed overpowered by events, so I asked what she was thinking.
"Well...contrary to what happened today, I don't fuck on a first date, I've never had sex with a woman...I've never been in a three way...I've never been in love with woman. And those are just what I can think of right now. I know I talk a great game, but really, I've only been with two guys, and I married the second one."
"I'm a stay-at-home mom, well, except for work. This is my first time away from the kids since before my divorce. When I told my folks of your offer, you know, me coming up for a couple days, they thought it would do me good. Boy! Little did they know! Now, I wonder, did I just blow up everything that I've been repressing? Or is this real?"
Tears were welling in Madge's eyes, "Honey, I can only hope it's real, but if it's a one-time, than I will hold it to my heart. You showed me something rare, and I can't lose it."
"Jeannie, Madge, time will show how real this is. I suggest we get dressed. We'll go into town, hit Jerry's Pizza for dinner, and then come back in time for sunset."
We dressed, I made sure Bogart had food and water, and jumped into the pickup.
In town, it was the usual Monday evening quiet; a few people hitting the grocery, someone gassing up, the last of the Postal customers coming out. Jerry's is busy on Friday night and all day on the weekends or holidays, so he'll have a waitress or two. But the rest of the week, it's just Jerry. Now, I've known him, and the rest of the town, more than twenty years. They knew Naomi in the good times, and helped me during the tough ones. Occasionally someone would tease me that I should find another 'Good Woman'.
I parked at the curb, just in front of Jerry's, walked around to the passenger side, held the door open, extended my hand. Did I mention the girls were dressed in shorts and light blouses? Well...they were. The first pair of legs to slide out were Jennie's, she stepped to the side, and I helped Madge step out. In the corner of my eye, the two guys at the gas station had frozen in place, and Mrs. Jepson, the Postmistress, was fumbling at her lock. With just a little swagger in my step, I led my two beauties inside.
Jerry was behind the counter, busy at the oven and not even looking up, shouted he'd be with us. I sat Madge and Jeannie at a table near a window, ambled over to the counter.
"Hey Jerry, how about cooking up a family combo for me? I'll have it here."
"Murph, when did you last need that big an order? Did you bring in an army?"
"Well, sorta. And we'll need three beers. We're over at the window." And I waved towards the table.
"Jesus," he whispered, "are they with you?"
"As they say in Maine - ayep. Come on over, I'll introduce you."
I had barely gotten to the table when Jerry brought the beers, a smile from ear to ear, looking at the girls eagerly. I introduced everyone, explained to the girls how long I had known him, the way he and his wife had helped, generally made him into such a nice guy that he was glowering at me.
"Thanks for nothing."
Then I told him Madge was staying with me, and Jeannie was our guest for a couple days.
About then he had to hustle back to get our order in the oven. "Why didn't you tell him about us?"
"Madge darlin', look at his left ear. He's hooked to his phone, lets him work and take calls. I'll bet he's already telling his wife everything we said. If he keeps glancing over, she's asking what you look like, and he's filling in every detail. By seven tonight, everyone in town will know you two gorgeous pieces of feminine art are with me. Then the real fun will begin."
"What do you mean?"
"Obviously I'm too old for you guys, so there'll be all kinds of speculation. It's entirely possible they'll have you as my nieces, or granddaughters even. I may have fun with this. Oops, hold on here comes Marie Jepson."
Mrs. Jepson was looking around as she came through the door. She spotted us and came over smiling, "hello, Mr. Murphy, how nice to see you."
"Mr. Murphy? When did I become Mr.? Let me introduce Marjorie and Jeannie. Marjorie is staying with me, Jeannie is visiting. This is Marie Jepson, our Postmistress, and a very good friend. When Naomi was dying, and then after she passed, Marie and several of the other women in town made sure I ate, and stayed clean, and generally just made it through that time. Honestly, I think they saved me."
"Oh go on. We only did what any neighbor would do."
"Neighbor? Marie you live, what eight, ten miles from me?"
"That's nothing. Neighbor isn't measured by miles, just like friendship can't be limited. And besides, look how often you visit my Carl."
"Carl," I told the girls, "had been exposed to Agent Orange in 'Nam. It's giving him problems."
"He was a Marine." Marie proudly told them.
"Tell him I'll swing by later in the week. He should restock his lies. Jarheads can't remember but three stories at a time."
Laughing, she left, saying over her shoulder, "I'll tell him."
"Darlin's, I just saved you from a major cross-examination. And...here comes Jerry."
"Pizza's here. Piping hot, be careful and enjoy."
"Did you get Sandy all filled in?"
"Huh...what...what?"
"Come on, Jerry, it's me. How many times have I sat over there at the counter while you told Sandy who was here, who they were with?"
The girls were holding back laughter, but it was clearly a losing battle. Jerry soo wanted to pump me, but there was no way he could try now. He slouched back to the counter, hand to ear. I suspected Sandy was on the phone again. I just raised an eye brow at Madge and Jeannie, and they let it all out! They were leaning against each other, tears running down, trying to not embarrass Jerry.
We dove into the pizza, I fetched a couple more beers, and I gave them more background on Fairfax. I explained it was once a coal mining company town, but once the coal ran out, the town almost died. They tried logging for a while, then that faded. The town had only half a dozen businesses now, and no one was getting rich, but they all wanted to stay.
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Near seven, we piled back into the truck, heading up the hill. The girls were in a cheerful mood, giggling about their reception in town. At the house, they ran in, shedding clothes, giggling, telling me to hurry. Quickly putting the truck in the barn, I joined them on the deck, clothes in a line behind me. Madge had a bottle of wine and glasses waiting, Jeannie was pulling two chaise together, and Bogart was off to the side watching all this, head cocked.
When we had settled in for the nightly show, Madge asked if Naomi and I had ever found someone up here.
"What're we talking about?"
"Oh, I forgot you didn't know...Josh and Naomi developed an idea they could have lovers."
"Sure, swinging."
"No, he says it's different. Josh will you explain?"
So I gave Jeannie a short version of our discoveries. Then I addressed Madge's question, "We did find someone. Well actually, two, a couple; Claire and Wally. We loved them for close to ten years. Until he was offered a VP slot in his company. They had to move to Houston and it broke our hearts, but it was just too good an offer for them."
"Did you live together?"
"Technically, no. We maintained separate residences, but we were in one house or the other continuously, sometimes all together, others as couples."
"So, you were lovers?"
"Jeannie, we were more than that. It was as if we had a bond between the four of us. Naomi loved Claire as much as Wally."
"What about you and Wally? Did you play with his willy?"
"Damn, no puns!...Yes." I thought back to my time with them. "Occasionally Wally and I would be together. Not as much as Naomi and Claire, they were inseparable at times. But yes, every now and then we needed to make love."
"Where are they now?"
"Still in Houston. He's CEO now. They came up for Naomi's funeral, and we spent some time reminiscing, but we had all changed over the years."
Jeannie looked toward the sunset, thinking. "So you got all this out of two books?"
"Oh no. Many books. Some philosophy, some religious, even some science-fiction. Heinlein posited cultures of multi-family lines over generations. Virtually all the books and magazines are still in the den. You can read any of them. Oh, and don't forget Loving more, it's a magazine in there."
"So...you guys really researched it before you did it."
"We probably spent twenty hours rehearsing to every hour reading."
"Rehearsing?"
"As I told Madge, We did a lot of mental work on it. Picturing scenarios, then working through our reactions. After a while, the thought of Naomi with a man, didn't cause me pain, it brought joy."
"Joy?"
"Em hmm. There is a term that has reached prominence in the poly community, it's 'compersion'.The opposite of jealousy. We had that feeling long before we knew the word."
"Poly community?"
"Yeah, it's estimated there are as many as three million people in this country, practicing polyamory, the open loving of more than one."
"Are they all one man two women?"
"No, every combination imaginable."
"Whew...you've given me a lot to think about, and now I'm sleepy."
"It is late, let's shut down; we can talk more tomorrow if you want."
We trooped to bed after the evening routine of putting things away, turning off lights. Madge of course joined me, Jeannie went to her room. I had barely cuddled to Madge's back when there was a knock, and Jeannie standing in the door, nude, asking if she could join us. Never one to turn a lady down, I rolled onto my back, waving her in. We settled into a cozy group; Madge, sleepily welcoming Jeannie, then drifting off, she tucking into my right side, breasts pressing into me, kissing me good night, and me deciding I didn't want to wake from this dream.
Later I had to go to the bathroom. Coming back, they had moved around, Madge in the middle of the bed, Jeannie spooned to her back. Shrugging my shoulders, I slipped in, pressing my butt against Madge, and back to sleep.
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The morning sun had me stirring, Madge's breasts pressing into my back, her arms around me, breathing lightly in my ear. She began to stir, rubbing my chest, sliding a hand toward my cock. My cock, twitching in response, anticipating her hand...
*"JESUS! What was that?"*
I jumped. Madge's hand clenched on my cock. Without even turning Madge asked, "Was it cold?"
"Yes, what was that?"
"In your butt?"
"Yeah, wha..."
Giggling, "That was Bogart. Welcome to the family."
We were laughing so hard now; all thought of sex had passed. I stumbled out of bed, Madge behind me. Bogart was at the door, head cocked, tongue hanging out, "huh, huh, huh"
Jeannie sat in the middle of the bed, sheet clutched around her, staring at the dog.
"You put him up to that, didn't you?"
"Not me. Did you, honey?"
"Nope. I should tell you he got me the other day. You've been officially 'nosed' into the family."
Giggling, Madge led the way to the kitchen, Jeannie following me, her head turned, one eye on the dog. In the kitchen, the girls sat at the counter, facing the room. Both keeping wary eyes on Bogart. I guess he had made his 'point' as he ignored them, coming to me for attention. Checking her phone, Madge said she had a text from Dave, "He says he's outside SF (I guess that's San Francisco) and has a job. More details later. That's good to see."
We decided a brisk walk after breakfast would do us some good. Madge had seen some parts of the property, Jeannie less, so we did the tour. In the barn I pointed out the Mustang and my Spitfire under wraps, the bikes hanging on the wall, and the canoe hanging from the rafters. Madge thought we should start using the bikes, 'to get you into shape'. Jeannie was captivated by the canoe, "I always wanted to learn how to use one."
"Perhaps next time you come up."
"That'd be great, but it might be a while, I don't think my folks are going to go for this every week. Oh, and Friday is the Fourth of July. We're having a major sale at the store. Mrs. Patrick needs me Monday for inventory."
"How about you bring the boys the week after? They'd love it, and your folks will get a break."
Coming back to the house, I teased the girls they still hadn't delivered on the fashion show.
"Buster, you go park on the deck. We'll give you a show."
"Yeah, and you may want to shed those shorts; things might get tight, you know."
Pulling a beer from the refrigerator, I made myself comfortable. Taking Jeannie's advice, I shucked all my clothing and stretched on a chaise, waiting, letting the sun warm my skin. Bogart flopped to the deck beside me. Life was good.
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I'm not sure how long I waited on the deck, it seemed forever, and yet just a moment, when music came from the den. A giggling, squeaking, voice announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen! I am proud to offer for your viewing pleasure...*Miss Marjorie!*"
The curtains parted and an auburn haired vision stepped onto the deck. Her hair had been brushed to a high sheen; her makeup accented the color of her eyes and the shape of her mouth. But it's what she was wearing that held my gaze. White heels to accent her tanned legs, led my eye up to lacy white panties, extending from her navel down over her pussy, the auburn color just showing through. My eye traveled up, over her softly rounded belly to her globular breasts, encased in a lacy bra to match her panties. As she approached me she did a slow turn, allowing a chance to appreciate the curves of her legs, and the way the panties clung to her cheeks, revealing, yet covering still. As she strode back to the curtain, I admired the sway of her hips. I was frozen in awe.
Behind the curtain I heard whispering, then a feminine voice, "And now, the sleek, sexy, *Lady Jeannie!*"
Out stepped Jeannie, wearing black heels, black cling top nylons, a narrow wedge of black panties, and a matching semi-sheer, vest like top, her small, conical breasts pushing proudly against the material. She stopped directly in front of me, her eyes half-closed, watching me as she did a slow turn, her shapely cheeks separated by a thin band of material. Truly, a gorgeous sight. And I told her so as she cat walked back to the curtain.
Several minutes passed, then both stepped out in matching sets; black bras and panties that just concealed nipples and pussies. They strode toward me, did a pair of slow turns, then back behind the curtain.
Again a pause. Once again Jeannie stepped out, the sun shining off her skin and the filmy pink bra encasing her lovely tits, her pussy just covered by a tiny piece of pink material, pulled tightly against her lips, cupping them as if to say 'here they are'. She turned, revealing the thinnest strip, materializing from between her cheeks. All I could do was whisper she was beautiful. She smiled over her shoulder saying, "Thank you sir."
Behind the curtain I could hear excited whisperings, though not what was said. I took a deep drink of my nearly forgotten beer, eagerly awaiting the next presentation. Again I heard Jeannie's voice announcing, "And now Sir, our finale, the lovely, the lovable, the delicious, *"MARJORIE!"*
It was the filmy green number from the shop. In the sunlight the gauzy material was no more than a brush stroke of color over her breasts. She stepped to me, slowly turning, allowing me a view of all. Her ass, round and toned, encased in the same green brush of color, then, as she turned more, her pussy, pushing against the wisp of material, her lips visible, yet not. Standing before me, her legs spread, hands on hips, she gave me plenty of time to admire her. Finally she pivoted on the balls of her feet once again, then walked in the exaggerated manner of a model, behind the curtain.
Totally stunned, I sat for a minute or more (They must have been awaiting my reaction). Suddenly I jumped up, applauding, calling them out, and when they appeared, raved how beautiful they were. Their smiles were priceless. I swept them into my arms, kissing one, then the other, telling each how beautiful she was, how enticing.
Hands encompassed my cock. I hadn't even realized how hard I'd become, but once I did, I couldn't keep my hands from them. Guiding my beauties to adjoining chaise, I removed each thin piece of clothing carefully, laying a trail of kisses. I moved from Madge to Jeannie, Jeannie to Madge, relishing the differences in shape, color, taste, in their tits, bellies, pussies. I buried my face in labia, licking, sucking, biting. Drawing clits in with a suctioning move, then, when fully extended, thrumming with my tongue. First Madge, then Jeannie climaxed, each with her distinctive cry, one low and guttural, the other higher, keening.
Exhausted, they lay before me. Opening her legs, I slid into Jeannie, stroking slowly, deeply. Minutes later I moved to Madge, sliding into that wonderful silken caress, thrusting slowly while she lifted her knees, clasping me to her. We danced like this for several minutes, then, leaning down, I kissed her, whispering 'I will be back', and moved to Jeannie again. She was ready for me, encircling my waist, locking her ankles behind my back, telling me I wasn't leaving 'til she had come. Now driving into her, building speed and force, we neared climax, Jeannie finally crashing over, hips lifting, legs clamping tightly. How I held back I'm not sure. I only knew Madge was waiting. Slowly, Jeannie released her grip, her legs splaying out. I moved back to Madge, who had watched the last few minutes rubbing her clit furiously. Now on her ragged edge, she pulled me into her, locking her legs, thrusting upward, ensuring full penetration. All I could do now was hang on for the ride. She was a mad woman, lifting, clasping, groaning, mumbling, urging me, "Harder, more, yes, deeper, again, again, oh gawd, I'm coming, hold me, hold me."
We came together. Murmuring words of love we slowly returned to here, now. I called Jeannie to us, pulling her into our embrace. Madge and I kissed her, whispering words of endearment, caressing her arms, shoulders, urging her to be one with us.
As we returned to the present, we realized clouds had swept in, covering the sun, cooling us. Smelling the rain coming, I ushered the two lovelies in the house, then picked up the cushions and wisps of clothing scattered about the deck. The girls had gone to shower, I chose to sit and contemplate my new life, something I seemed to be doing quite often of late.
Their return to the den shook me from my reverie. Smiling, I announced my turn for a shower, asking they make lunch. "And please, no salad. I need my strength!"
Laughter echoing in my ears, I was off to a long, well deserved shower.
Rain was falling as we ate. Madge was asking more about Jeannie's kids, her parents, how it was living with them. I sat quietly, listening. A pattern was emerging, and I sensed where this would lead. Determined not to act hastily (riight), I waited for the question I knew would eventually come. To buy myself a few days, I suggested once again Jeannie should bring the kids next time.
"You know that will cut back on our sex?"
"Yes, but those kids are an important part of you; I'd like to know them."
Later in the day, Jeannie had to go. She kissed me tenderly, saying she would miss me. I returned the kiss and the comments, I really would miss her. She moved into Madge's arms. They kissed, whispering to each other, tears on their cheeks.
Then she got in her car and drove down the hill.
Bogart sat on the porch, whining, as her car disappeared.
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literotica
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Title: Hotwife Seduction
Tags: hotwife, heels, hotel, shortskirt, husband, wife, cum inside, skirt, no panties, cheating
A few weeks ago I got an email. I didn't recognize the sender's name. It was from someone named Kirk.
The email said, "Hi, I've read some of your stories on "Literotica" and I really have enjoyed them. I saw the link to your email and decided to contact you. I see that you live in Arkansas. My wife and I live in Florida but I travel to your area for business a few times a year. I've attached a few pictures of my wife. I'd love to get your thoughts on her."
Attached to the email were three pictures. I opened the first picture to find a very attractive woman in her late thirties. She was attractive but conservatively dressed. It was a picture of her standing out on a balcony. She was dressed very stylish with a nice top, tight jeans that rolled at the ankle, and booties. She was a brunette and had a slim, fit body. His wife had the look of a "PTO" mom whose husband made a good amount of money to afford her the latest in fashion trends. I was immediately attracted to the innocence of her appearance. Her smile was simply beautiful.
The second picture was similar to the first. It was a picture of the wife and another woman sitting at a restaurant table. It looked like maybe Kirk took the picture while sitting across from them. She was once again conservatively dressed with a beautiful, innocent smile.
The third picture was different than the first two. The third picture was of his wife in a black cocktail dress. The dress was sleeveless and was long. It was floor length. The dress had a slit going up one of the legs to her mid to upper thigh. She had on black heels. Her hair was down, and she was wearing an amazing diamond necklace. She was standing next to a table and I could see people in the background. It appeared to be a charity event or gala of some sort. She looked good in the first two pictures, but this picture was sexy. Her leg came out from the long slit in the dress and you could see how amazing her body was. She looked good in those sexy black heels with an ankle strap.
My email back said, "Hi, thanks for the email and kind words on my stories. I looked at the pictures of your wife, and she is very beautiful. I'm not sure what type of feedback you are looking for but I find her very attractive."
I checked my email a few times that day after I replied. I didn't get a response back that night. I checked it again the next day and still no response. I looked back at her pictures many times over those two days, I found her incredibly sexy. She had this innocent, yet sexy look.
Two weeks went by and I still had not heard anything back. I had meant to try to reach out and email again but just got busy with work and life. It puzzled me why he would send me pictures of his wife, mention he visits the area but not reply.
Finally, three weeks after that first email, I received a second email. It was Kirk again.
His email said, "Sorry on the delay responding, my last few weeks have been very busy. I'm glad you find my wife to be attractive. Based on your stories, it sounds like you are an attractive man. I think my wife would be very attracted to you. Would you be interested in meeting her?"
My email back to Kirk said, "No problem on the delay. I understand things in life come up, and we all get busy. Yes, I find your wife very attractive. Yes, I'd love to meet her. Can you tell me a little about what you have in mind?"
Kirk responded with, "What I really want, to be frank, it for you to seduce my wife when we come to town next week. We fly in Sunday night. I have meetings all weeklong. We have a room at a nice hotel. My wife's name is Kari. I want you to seduce her and give her a hot sexual experience. We started dating when we were in high school. We got married at nineteen. She has never been with another man. Last week, I told her about my fantasies of her being a "Hotwife". I think it upset her at first but near the end of the conversation she seemed more interested than upset. I think she just doesn't want to hurt my feelings. You saw the picture I emailed of her in the cocktail dress. This was at an out-of-town charity event about six months ago. Normally, my wife dresses very conservatively. She dresses fashionable but still modest. That night, well, you saw the dress. The slit on that dress got every guy at the event coming on to her. I could tell she enjoyed the attention. That night, when we got home from the event, we had the best sex we have ever had. The next day she went shopping and started buying more revealing clothing. I thought all the signs were there. When I told her about how much I wanted her to be a "Hotwife" I was expecting her to be completely on board with the idea. Instead, she was reserved. But I did sense a glimmer of hope. I think she was coming around near the end of the conversation. So this is what brings me to you. You are a stranger. Not someone from our town that she might run into again. You might be able to seduce it out of her. Would you be interested in pursuing this more?"
My email back said, "Yes, I'm interested. Let me know more on the details of how you would like this to happen. Next week my schedule is open."
Kirk emailed back, "Let's plan for Monday night. I'll ask Kari to meet me in the hotel bar for drinks after I get off from my work meetings. Instead of me meeting her at the bar, you will be meeting her at the bar. I'll tell her you are a coworker and will keep her company until I get there. How does that sound?"
I emailed back, "I like the idea, email me the specifics on the hotel and what time. I will be there."
It was about 5:30 on Monday, and I was finishing up work. I received an email from Kirk. The email had a picture attached. The email said, "Kari is trying on outfits. She just sent me a text with a picture of one of them. Here is what she sent. I told her I wanted a fun night out and asked her to spice things up a little. She is out shopping right now for a new outfit."
I looked at the picture attached. Kari looked good. She was in her hotel room and was dressed in a pair of tight, black pants, a sleeveless dress shirt and black heeled boots. I thought she looked rather sexy in what she was wearing but since Kirk told her to spice things up a little, I wasn't going to say much back. My reply to Kirk said, "She looks good, but I agree, you don't always get a night away, spice things up. I'm ready to head to the hotel soon. I'm just waiting on you for the green light."
Five minutes later I got a reply. Kirk said "I think you will like the picture attached. Kari picked out this tight little black skirt and top. I really like the heels too. She has never worn anything this provocative before. She was hesitant, but I talked her into it. My wife is driving back to the hotel right now. My wife said she would meet me in the hotel bar at 6:30. I'll email you again at 6:30 to confirm."
I looked at the picture attached and Kari had on a very tight black skirt. It was very short. She had on a black, tight top, and some black high heels. I replied to Kirk "she looks sexy! I'm heading to the hotel. I'll wait for your confirmation before moving in."
I arrived at the hotel about 6:15 and waited in my car. I received an email from Kirk about 6:25. The email said, "Kari went from worried about the skirt to excited about the skirt. She has great legs. She is having fun with this. I told her I was still at work but hoped to be off soon. I told her to go ahead and go down to the bar. She is heading there now. How about you go in and have a seat at the bar or somewhere close to her. I'll take it from there. I'll email back more very soon."
I emailed back, "Sounds like a plan, I'm heading in. I'll wait for your next email."
When I walked into the hotel bar I immediately saw Kari sitting off to the side at a table. She had ordered a drink and was holding it in her hand. She looked excited, she looked very sexy. We made eye contact. She smiled and I smiled back. I sat at a table close to the bar where I could see both Kari and the front door. My angle gave me a perfect view of Kari as her skirt was so short. Her legs looked amazing. Her heels were so sexy on her. They were black with an ankle strap. I'd say about five inch heels. She had her legs crossed as she sat at the table and sipped on her drink. The hotel bar was mostly empty. This helped with getting Kari's attention. She looked over a few times. Each time I held the glance a little while. Enough to show I was in interested without staring too long. Kari played with her hair immediately after exchanging a glance. She also uncrossed and crossed her legs so that she was sitting at a better angle to face me. She knew I was interested in her.
I saw Kari look at her phone and then type in a text message. I then looked at my phone and saw an email from Kirk. The email said, "I just told Kari I was running late. I asked her if she was flirting with anyone at the bar. She replied with a smiley face."
I emailed back, "She is here. I'm sitting close to her. She looks very sexy. We have made some eye contact and exchanged some glances."
I watched Kari as she again got a text, and she replied. She looked a little upset.
I got an email from Kirk, "I told Kari that a coworker will be joining us for drinks. She wasn't too happy with that idea, but I have a plan. I told her my coworker's name was Jason, and he should be there at any minute. I told her I would get there as soon as I could. Hold tight a few more moments."
I replied, "OK, I'll hold tight, but she might think it is me that is meeting you two. There are not many people in here."
I watched as Kari sent a text on her phone. She appeared to be having a conversation. A few times she would glance over at me.
I received another email from Kirk, "I just told her my coworker is in the bar already and keeps talking about this very sexy woman in a little black skirt. I told her that I told you the woman he was looking at was my wife. I told her you didn't believe me and you were about to blow us off to go pick her up. She confirmed there was a guy in the bar with her that she was exchanging looks with but wasn't sure if it was you."
I looked up from reading my email on my phone and saw Kari sending a text on her phone. I replied to Kirk, "She really is into her phone right now. You seem to have her flustered."
Kirk emailed back, "OK, so Kari seems confused about what is going on. Maybe she thinks I'm joking with her. She sent a text back saying that there is a guy at the bar and described you. I told her that I was going to text you and tell you not to pick her up that you were my wife. I also told her that you still don't believe she is my wife and you continue to say how hot her legs are. I told her I would tell you to just go say hi. So now is go time to make your move!"
I stood up from the table and approached Kari. "Hi, are you by any chance Kari?" I asked.
"Yes, you are Jason?" Kari asked as she stood and shook my hand.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so embarrassed." I told her. "I believe I just acted really stupid to your husband."
"Don't be embarrassed. Everything is OK. Would you like to sit?" Kari asked.
I pulled out a chair and sat down next to Kari.
"So you work with Kirk?" Kari asked.
"Yes. Well we worked on a project last year. He never mentioned having such a beautiful wife. I mentioned to him an attractive woman here at the bar and, well, it turned out to be you. So I'm slightly embarrassed." I told her.
"Kirk didn't mention you until five minutes ago. I thought we were going to have a night out just the two of us. As you can see, I even dressed more for a date night than meeting one of Kirk's coworkers." Kari said as she referenced her short skirt. "I'm the one who is embarrassed."
"No, you can't tell it's that short. No need to be embarrassed. You look good. I wish I had a wife looking that good for me on a date night." I told her.
Kari's phone lit up with a text. She looked at her phone and read the text message. "It looks Kirk will be a little late. He asked me to entertain you until he gets here."
"Entertain? Really? That's interesting, do you juggle?" I joked.
"Exactly. What does he expect me to do? He just said to entertain you until he gets here. So how can I entertain you?" Kari joked back.
Kari's phone lit up again. She looked at the message. "I guess he is serious, he says you are high up in the company and it's important that I keep you entertained until he gets here."
"I'm sorry, when Kirk wanted a little of my time to discuss a new project he was working on, I just assumed he could meet tonight. Yes, I am higher up in our company and my time is valuable but I shouldn't have just assumed Kirk was available to discuss work tonight. This is my fault. I should excuse myself so you two can have fun and enjoy your date night." I told Kari.
"Wait, let me ask Kirk. I'll send him a text right now. He's replying. So I guess he really wants to meet with you. He is insisting that I do whatever it takes to keep you here until he gets here." Kari told me.
"OK, I'll stick around a little longer, but only if you agree to have a little fun. Let's get a bottle of wine." I told Kari.
"Wine? I thought you said fun. Let's do shots!" Kari said.
"I'm game for shots!" I told Kari as I motioned for the waitress to come over to take the order.
"I have to warn you though, I get wild when I'm drinking!" Kari said.
"Really, I love wild." I told her.
"Well both times I got drunk I got wild." Kari said smiling.
"Both times?" I asked.
"I don't drink a lot." Kari said. "You know what, I need a fun night out."
Kari downed that first shot and I ordered another round. Kari quickly downed the second one. It didn't take long until she was feeling a buzz. I think those two shots brought out a naughty side of her.
"So tell me about you Kari. I know you are married. Do you have any kids?" I asked.
"Yes, I've been married for seventeen years. Kirk and I were high school sweethearts. We have a son, he is fifteen. I have a very safe, very boring life." Kari answered.
"High school sweethearts? No way? Really?" I asked.
"Yes, high school sweethearts. It's hard for me to believe we have been together seventeen years." Kari said.
"So just one guy? Seventeen years?" I asked.
"Yes, just the one guy!" Kari said back smiling.
"Interesting. Is that why you dressed so sexy for date night. Trying to make things less boring?" I asked her looking down at her sexy short skirt and heels.
"Thanks, I just feel like I'm showing a little more than I should." Kari said.
"No, you look good. You look sexy!" I told her.
"You think I look sexy in this?" Kari asked.
"Yes I do!" I answered.
"Kirk likes it when I dress up like this. I guess it does make things less boring." Kari said.
"Kirk likes it when you dress up? And what do you think about it? Do you like it?" I asked.
Kari paused in answering.
"Be honest?" I said.
"Maybe" Kari replied.
"Maybe? Why just maybe? Honestly, do you like it." I asked again.
"OK, yes. I do like it." Kari said.
"Why do you like it? You like the guys looking?" I asked.
"Looking and touching." Kari said.
"Touching?" I asked.
"Yes. OK, I'm not saying anymore. I've been drinking and said way too much." Kari said.
"Well you started it. I want to hear more. Or, I guess I could leave and tell Kirk you weren't entertaining me." I told her. I was mostly joking but I said it in a way that was just serious enough to get her to open up more.
"You won't leave." Kari told me.
"I will, unless you finish your story." I told her.
"OK, fine. So about six months ago Kirk and I went to a charity event. I wore a very sexy cocktail dress. At the event I had a very attractive man touch me from behind." Kari said.
"Touch you from behind? Like how?" I asked.
"Well I was in the hallway waiting for Kirk to get a silent auction item and a handsome man approached me, and we chatted for a minute. While we were talking I became turned on by him. Suddenly a woman next to me dropped a plate of food. I turned to look and took a step back. I stepped right back into this gentleman." Kari explained.
"Interesting. So how did he touch you then?" I asked.
"Well, while we were watching one of the workers clean up the plate I stood there with my back to him. I felt him grab my waist. I leaned back into him so my ass was against him. He was, you know, turned on. His hand left my waist and down to the slit in my dress that was on my upper thigh. Just as he put his fingers into the slit and I felt him touch my skin, I saw Kirk. I immediately pulled away. Kirk got to us and I took him right up to our hotel room.
"That doesn't sound too bad." I told her.
"Well, I felt bad because I'm married." Kari said.
"It wasn't your fault. He touched you? Right?" I asked.
"Yes, but I liked it." Kari said.
"OK, I see now. It sounds like harmless flirting to me. Did you tell Kirk?" I asked.
"Not really. Well, he knew something was going on." Kari explained.
"What makes you think he knew?" I asked.
"I'm sure he could tell. I'm sure I was blushing." Kari explained.
"Maybe he likes you dressing like this because he knows you like the attention." I told Kari.
"That makes sense, but what would he get out of it? I mean, other guys checking me out? Why would he want that?" Kari asked confused.
"Well, what happened that night of the gala?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Kari asked.
"The night of the gala, what happened after the guy touched you and you left?" I asked in more detail.
Kari's eyes got bigger when she thought of the answer to that question. "OK, interesting?"
"What's interesting? Did something happen?" I asked.
"Yes. We went straight to our room, and he was more turned on than I have ever seen him before."
"Really? So you were at an event, you were looking sexy, and he caught you flirting with another guy?" I asked.
"Yes." Kari replied.
"And his reaction when you got up to the hotel room was that he was extremely turned on?" I asked.
"Yes. God, we had the best sex of our marriage." She said.
"Sounds like a win for everyone to me. You get to look good and flirt with other guys. You both get turned on and the result is great sex." I told her.
"I guess when you put it like that it sounds really good. I have found I really like the attention I get from men." Kari said.
"You have a great body to show off." I told her.
"Thank you. I think the bartender likes it as well. Or maybe he is just trying to look up my skirt. He hasn't stopped looking since I sat down." Kari said.
"Ha, can you blame him. I'm doing everything I can to maintain eye contact with you and not look down at your legs too." I joked with her.
"I'm fairly certain I've flashed him a number of times on accident since we have been sitting here. I guess that's my fault for wearing hot pink panties." Kari said a big sexy smile.
"Wait, you are wearing hot pink panties?" I asked.
"OK, no I'm not. But if I were to be doing some fun flashing, I would imagine hot pink would be the way to go." Kari said.
"With that black skirt, yep, hot pink would be the way to go." I said.
"So, do you think Kirk would be turned on by me flashing the bartender?" Kari asked.
"I don't know, but I do know a way to find out." I told her.
"Oh yeah, how is that?" She asked.
"Text him and tell him." I said.
"Text him what? That I flashed the bartender." Kari asked.
"Yes, exactly that." I said.
"OK." Kari said as she picked up her phone and started to text. She read aloud as she typed. "Are you almost done with work yet? This skirt I have on is way too short. I am pretty sure I've flashed the bartender."
"Let's see what he says." I said to her.
"He is texting back. OK, his reply says just one word, sexy. Wait, he is typing more. He says he is still stuck at work. That he is sorry and asked if you were still here. OK, I'm telling him you are still here." Kari said.
"So his reply to you flashing the bartender was basically that he thought it was sexy." I stated.
"Wait, he is texting more. I can't believe he just asked that." Kari said.
"What did he ask?" I asked her.
"He asked if I were wearing panties?" Kari said.
"Don't answer. Let me see your phone." I told Kari.
"Why, what are you going to do?" Kari asked.
"Just let me see it. I'm just having fun. I'll let you read it before I hit send." I told her.
"OK, but I'm reading it before you send it." Kari told me with a firm look.
"I promise!" I said to her as she gave me her phone.
I looked down at her phone and thought for a moment. Then I typed, "Of course I'm wearing panties but I told your friend Jason what you asked and now he has asked me to take them off. Are you OK with that?" I handed the phone back to Kari without hitting the send button.
Kari looked at the text, "I can't send this. He will be upset. That's taking it too far."
"He won't be upset. It's just fun. I bet he is game to play around." I said.
"No, he will get upset. I can't ask him if I can take my panties off while having drinks at a bar with one of his coworkers. I'm feeling good after those two shots but I'm not that drunk." Kari said.
"OK, how about this. You send the text and if he gets upset I'll take the heat for it. I'll tell him I took your phone and sent the message. I'll also let you go back up to your room and I'll wait on him to get here to tell me about the new project he wants to do. But, if he doesn't, well then, you have to take them off. Deal?" I asked Kari.
Kari paused for a moment. "OK, deal."
"Then hit send." I told her.
Kari hit send on her phone. We both were quite for a moment after she sent it. I was certain he would say yes, but
I wanted Kari so bad I was nervous he might back out.
"It's taking him a while to answer, I guess." I said.
"See, he is mad. I bet he went right to his car and is driving here." Kari said panicking.
"Give him a minute." I told her while placing my hand on her hand trying to calm her down.
Kari's phone then lit up. "It's him." She said.
"Well, what did he say?" I asked.
Kari paused for a moment while reading the text. She looked up at me and then back down to her phone. She took a deep breath, "He said he would like for me to take them off. He also wants me to text him and tell him if I go through with it."
"See, he was OK with it." I told her as a squeezed on her hand to reassure her.
"I'm shocked." Kari said.
"Well, no time to be shocked. It's time to take those panties off." I said smiling.
"I can't." Kari said.
"Why not? It's just fun." I told her.
"I can't believe he said it was OK." Kari said.
"Maybe you aren't giving him enough credit for being fun." I told Kari as I looked around the room. "OK, now is a good time. The waitress is in the back and the bartender has his back turned."
"What? Wait, what are you saying?" Kari asked.
"I said now is a good time to take them off." I told her.
"Wait. You want me to take them off here at the table. I was thinking more along the lines of excusing myself to the ladies room." Kari said.
"No, I was thinking here at the table." I told her.
"That's too hard, people will see." Kari said.
"Kari, there's only four other people in here. The couple at that back table who isn't paying any attention to us, the waitress who has spent most of the time in the kitchen and the bartender. It's not that hard to slide them off without anyone noticing."
"I don't know." Kari said hesitating.
"A deal was a deal. How about we ask Kirk. We will let him decide. The bathroom or at the table." I told her.
"OK, let's do that. Hold on, let me send him a text." Kari said.
Kari kept looking around. Her mind was working. She sent the text to Kirk.
The waitress came back out to check on our table. Kari was reading Kirk's reply. Kari looked up from her phone and asked the waitress for two more shots.
"Two more shots?" I said smiling. "I'm guessing he said take them off at the table."
"Your guess is correct. I can't believe it. It's like he is enjoying this." Kari said.
The shots came and Kari downed hers. After the shot she took a quick look around the room and went right to taking off her panties. She didn't make eye contact with me. She rose up just a little out of her seat and went in the sides of her skirt and quickly pulled her panties off.
"I can't believe I just did that. This is so not like me at all." Kari said as she made eye contact with me for the first time since taking off her panties.
"You have never gone without panties before?" I asked.
"I have, just never took them off in public." Kari said.
"Can I have them?" I asked.
"My panties?" Kari asked.
"Yes, can I have them?" I asked again.
"Why do you want them?" Kari asked.
"I'm curious as to what type you wear." I told her.
"They are a black lace g-string. There isn't much to them. They are my sexy lingerie type panties. They match my bra." Kari said holding them in her hand without yet handing them to me.
"OK, can I see them? I'll give them back." I said.
"OK." Kari said as she handed them to me.
I took her panties in my hand. I held them low down by the table to not bring attention to them. I looked them over and handed them back.
"Nice. Thank you." I told her.
"So did you get what you were looking for?" Kari asked looking somewhat puzzled.
"Yes I did." I told her.
"So did you like them? Find them sexy? Did they turn you on?" Kari asked.
"Yes, I found them sexy. Yes, they turned me on. I also noticed that they were very wet." I told her.
Kari's eyes got big. She started feeling her panties to see how wet they were.
"It's OK that they are wet. I'm flattered." I told her.
"Well, I don't know what to say to this. Yes, they are wet." Kari said.
"Are you turned on?" I asked her.
"Yes." Kari answered almost surrendering to the fact that she couldn't hide her being turned on.
"I'm turned on too." I told Kari.
Kari looked at the table. She grabbed for a glass of water. She took a drink. I could tell she was conflicted. She was turned on and liked it. Her husband knew about it and was allowing it. She didn't seem to know how to act.
I leaned in to Kari and whispered to her "I want to see you take more off."
"OK." Was all she said.
"I want to see you take off your top. I want to see you take off your bra. I want to see you take off your skirt. But I want you to leave on those sexy heels." I whispered to her.
"OK." Was all Kari said again.
"Will you do that for me?" I asked her.
"I'm so turned on right now, but I can't." Kari said.
"Let me see your phone?" I asked Kari.
"OK, why?" Kari said as she handed her phone to me.
I opened the phone and typed out a text. I then hit the send button.
"What did you just do?" Kari asked as she grabbed her phone to look at the text.
"I texted Kirk telling him that you took your panties off and handed them to me. I then said I noticed how wet they were and how turned on you are. I then asked him if it would be OK if we go to your room and fuck." I told her as she read the text for herself.
Kari looked at her phone and was breathing deeply. She didn't move. Her phone lit up with a text response from Kirk. Kari read the response and then stood up. "You have ten seconds to get to the elevator before I back out."
I got up, dropped some cash on the table for the drinks, and walked with Kari to the elevator. Without a word we rode the elevator to the third floor and walked down the hall to their room. Kari opened the door and we entered.
"You want me to take my top off, right?" Kari said as she took off her top.
"Yes." I replied.
"You want me to take my bra off, right?" Kari said as she took off her bra exposing her perfect breasts.
"Yes." I replied.
"And you want me to take off my skirt, right?" Kari said as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall down to the floor.
"Yes." I replied.
"But you want me to leave my heels on, right?" Kari said standing in front of me in nothing but her five inch black heels.
"Yes." I replied.
"Well you got what you wanted. Now for what we want. Kirk wants you to fuck me, and I want the same. So I want you to unzip your pants, pull out your hard cock, and come over here and fuck me hard." Kari said.
I quickly started pulling off all my clothes. My shirt, my pants, everything was flying to the floor. I was finally completely naked in front of her with my cock as hard as it has ever been.
Kari walked up to me, she kissed me, and grabbed my cock with her hand. We kissed as she stroked my cock.
"Your cock is fucking huge!" Kari said. "I want you inside me!"
Kari pushed me on the bed so I was on my back. She climbed on top of me still wearing her heels. She straddled me. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. She lowered herself down on me. She was incredibly wet. She put her hands on my chest and started riding me. Our eyes were locked. My hands felt her breasts. I then reached down and grabbed her ass. Her body was amazing.
I flipped both of us over at the same time putting me on top of her. I pounded her over and over with my hard cock. Her head was up against the headrest. I could feel her about to cum.
"Oh fuck. You are going to make me cum." Kari said.
I kept pounding Kari hard. Her nails cut into my back as she started to cum. She started breathing fast. She squeezed her legs around me.
"Fuck, I'm cumming. Oh, oh, oh god. Fuck!!" Kari started screaming. Her body was shaking.
I slowed up for a second as Kari had an orgasm. Then I continued to pound her some more.
"I want to taste your shaved pussy." I told her as I got off her.
I stood up next to the bed. I grabbed Kari by the ankles and pulled her over to the edge of the bed next to me. I then spun her around so her head was at my cock, and she was on her back. Kari opened her mouth and took my cock. Her head was off the bed as she was on her back sucking me off. I played with her breasts as she continued to suck my cock. I was so hard watching her lay there on the bed in those sexy heels sucking me off. I could see my cock moving in her throat. I was getting close to cumming and needed to change things up. I laid down next to her on the bed. We were in the 69 position, and she went back to sucking my cock while I got to finally taste her pussy. My hands were holding her ass as my tongue licked her. She started shaking again.
"OK, fuck. I'm cumming!" Kari yelled out as she came from me licking her pussy.
After Kari finished her orgasm I got back off the bed.
"OK, now it's my turn!" I told her.
"How do you want me?" Kari asked.
"Face down, ass up!" I told her.
Kari rolled over and and got face down. She looked back over her shoulder as she put her ass out for me to have. I climbed on the bed, got behind her and slowly put my hard cock inside her pussy.
"Fuck, this feels good!" I told Kari.
"Oh god, it does to me too!" Kari moaned back.
I continued to pound Kari from behind as my cock got to a point where it was throbbing. I was on the verge of cumming.
"Can I cum in you?" I asked.
"Please, god please. I want you to cum inside me." Kari yelled as her body started to shake again as she was having her third orgasm.
I grabbed her waist tightly and gave it two more thrusts. On the second thrust, I came deep inside her.
"Oh fuck!!" Kari yelled as I came inside her. "Oh god, that feels so good."
Kari laid on the bed exhausted. I got up and looked for Kari's phone.
"What are you doing with my phone?" Kari asked as I took a picture of her naked on the bed with my cum leaking out of her.
"I'm sending Kirk a picture." I told her as I hit send on the text.
Kari was too tired to say much more. I got dressed as Kari laid on the bed.
"Thank you for a wonderful, exciting evening. Unfortunately for me, my night is over." I told Kari.
"Well thank you too. Why does the evening have to end?" Kari asked.
"For me it does, but not for you. You still have more excitement coming." I told her.
"What do you mean?" Kari asked.
"Read your text. You have a husband who is more turned on than he has ever been, and he is heading this way to fuck you even more! This was just round one for you. You still have round two coming." I told her as I walked to the door and exited.
As I left the hotel I passed Kirk entering the hotel. He didn't see me. He was focused on getting up to his wife in that room. I wonder that between the three of us, who had the best sex that night.
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It was probably the stupidest thing he’d ever done, but then again, it was entirely his choice to do so, so it was probably fine. For years he’d heard about that challenge, and for years he wondered whether he should just buckle up, give up trying to come up with excuses, and just do it. Granted, there was a good reason not to, given his unfortunate tendency to go completely out of control whenever he was dumb enough to deny himself, but what was life without some measure of risk? What would his existence be if he didn’t deliberately throw in a few monkey wrenches into the machine, hoping it would cause enough chaos that it would lead to the whole thing falling apart within moments?
At least, that’s what he kept telling himself when he woke up on the first and decided that it would be a fantastic idea to flip the proverbial switch and undergo a long, arduous, and potentially hyper-destructive period of orgasm denial, purely to celebrate the festivity of a month which he wasn’t even certain of the origins of. Trent knew, and not even on a particularly deep level, that doing this was beyond idiotic; he was built to cum, and to do so on a very regular basis, to the point where merely willing himself not to do so almost immediately caused intense discomfort before it melted away into a kind of half-formed pleasure mixed with a sense of overbearing pressure.
Still, it was early enough that he could afford not to think too much about it, nevermind the fact that even on getting out of bed, the Lycanroc could already feel a slight difference; it wasn’t enough to be noticeable for other people, or indeed enough for it to be visible, but he knew. He knew his body better than anyone else, and the second he decided he was going to use his considerable willpower to keep himself from cumming for an entire month, that’s when his balls began overproducing, his cock started to stretch out, and his entire body decided to pack on additional mass. The best part of it all, however, was that it was slow… at first, at least. This allowed the Lycanroc to carry on with the polite fiction that everything was fine, that he could just go around his house doing chores all day while nothing interesting at all took place; meanwhile, his body was busy dialing up the decimals (or millesimals, as the case may be) while the clock ticking down to midnight carried on with its inexorable advance.
It was an interesting state of affairs, especially since, by the time he reached lunch, Trent was already obviously larger than before: his head was closer to the tops of doorframes in his home, and the weight he had slung between his legs was… somewhat harder to ignore, for lack of a better definition. Yet, still he carried on; despite the very clear evidence that he wouldn’t get past a day, much less an entire month, Trent insisted that he at least give it a good try. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t gone wild a couple of times before, enough that he knew exactly when to stop if he ever needed to; not that he felt like he did, what with the sense of power overwhelming making it supremely difficult to turn around and say no when his libido began demanding he go further and further with how far his “line” was drawn.
It got to the point where, effectively, there was no line; he would do whatever he damn well wanted, with no excuses, no reasoning, no nothing beyond how good it felt at any given time, even when he became so large that it was genuinely impeditive to him functioning on a daily basis. This was, ultimately, his cross to bear; just after he was done with lunch, getting up from his chair was quite a bit harder than before, enough so that he had to anchor one hand on the wall and another on the table, nearly tipping the latter with how much force he was putting into it. He couldn’t help himself though; it was either do that, or remain seated for the rest of the day, what with how complicated it was to walk around with a pair of weights like his nuts to make his day so much worse (better?).
He didn’t even try to make out how large they were already, figuring that going around nude the whole day was the best option; Trent believed, not without reason, that looking down would only do more bad than good, that he should keep his mind focused on going forward, rather than whatever was happening just below his peripheral vision; that this caused significant distress to his libido was entirely unimportant. It only mattered that he kept going, and if at any point he stopped, no matter how good it felt, it was doubtful that he’d ever be able to keep moving again. Not that he was immobilized… yet, at least. It would happen eventually, that much he knew, but as he did his best to get comfortable on the couch, spreading his legs wide after making sure all that creaking wasn’t going to destroy the springs, it almost felt like he could just… be.
Even when his body’s weight was such that the upholstery loudly complained about being forced to handle him, even when he had to keep his legs as far apart as possible just to prevent them from rubbing against a pair of oversized nuts begging for release and stimulation, it was still possible for him to pretend like he wasn’t on the cusp of losing it entirely. That much was for midnight, he kept fooling himself, that much was for his more bestial self, not the civilized and polite young Lycanroc who happened to be watching television while completely naked, slowly growing out to fill his couch, one hand perpetually stuck in midair as it subconsciously fought against its own desire to grab onto Trent’s cock to give it exactly what it wanted and needed.
He wasn’t even aware of this; he only noticed when his arm grew tired and attracted his eyes, at which point he was left perplexed as to why part of him would move like that without him noticing or ordering it to. Shrugging, he fought off the instinctive reaction to know that it was entirely wrong and shouldn’t have happened, believing it to be better, safer that way; if he kept pretending that everything was fine, that he wasn’t slowly becoming a monstrous version of himself that would most likely bring the whole house down, then he could enjoy some quality television, even if he had no idea what was actually on. It was, after all, difficult to think about anything when most of his brain’s processing power was being used up in the ungodly amount of pleasure he was receiving from just about everywhere on him, with the rest of it being spent masking this state of affairs and maintaining Trent’s insistence of normality and self-deception.
No, he wasn’t edging on the brink of orgasm now that he’d pushed past six meters in height with a cock large enough to serve as a body pillow and a pair of nuts that could compete with a beanbag for size; he was absolutely fine, and not at all just a second or two away from completely losing control of himself, his urges, his motor control, and whatever else passed for his ability to restrain his more primal impulses. Worse yet, there would be no reprieve; there was no “thankfully” anything, on account of his condition only having one way to go now that he had set his mind on his course: worse.
He would only get bigger, he would only get fuller, he would only get more productive, and the longer he carried on with this foolish desire to deny himself a release that he was biologically programmed to require, the more disastrous the consequences were going to be. Yet, as he felt his body begin to stretch in earnest, his frame expanding in every direction as a result of his complete lack of regard for his own safety, Trent couldn’t help but feel like this was a wonderful idea; that somehow, against all logic and good sense, forcing himself to not cum for a whole month wasn’t entirely stupid and pointless, but a desirable outcome, even if reality very violently disagreed. His precum alone would already put most males to shame, and he wasn’t even trying; Trent, above all others, knew very well just how much he could output when his body got serious about things, so for him, looking on as his cock produced a wave of spunk with each twitch, where each heartbeat resulted in enough pre being spurted out that it smeared against the wall in front of him, was nothing if not… well, not normal, per se, but mundane, expectable in fact.
It was nothing if not the direct result of his actions, nothing if not his just comeuppance after he decided to do something as nonsensical as not cumming for the sake of a challenge no one truly cared about beyond internet brownie points. And yet, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it, something that made it worth the time, if not necessarily the effort; it was likely just his other self, the midnight form already taking shape as night approached and Trent’s body was prepared for the change. That beast never knew when to give up, and would sooner find itself dead or dying over a roasting fire than giving up a chance at rapturous pleasure if one was offered.
The Lycanroc had seldom felt his other side impose itself in such a manner outside of its active hours; indeed, he was genuinely somewhat scared that he was falling prey to those impulses without necessarily being in his altered state… at least, for a few seconds. The pleasure highs were getting harder to ignore as time passed and his body continuously improved, again and again, with the serotonin hits reaching levels that weren’t technically possible, yet his brain insisted on providing regardless. It made it all-but impossible for him to think about anything other than how to best improve each and every “hit”, how to make the enjoyment last longer, be more powerful, affect more of him; before long, he was openly growling, his tongue lolling out of a mouth that hadn’t been closed in a good hour, with a trickle of drool running over neckbulk so well-defined that it was less a support strut for his head and more a gargantuan tree trunk keeping his braincase nice and perched atop it.
All the way down, of course, to a set of pecs of such heft that one could probably use them as a shelf, and it was only the start; the rest of him was about as buff, but Trent more than others knew than this was only step one. These sorts of sizes were only the beginning, as he normally developed them as his midnight self regardless of how much growth he had undergone already; for him to be that big and that strong before his body switched over to its truly animalistic state, well… one could only imagine how things would be like.
Not that it would have to remain within the halls of imagination for much longer; night was fast approaching, and with it, his descent into complete and utter madness, into the sort of breeding and growth potential that only someone as blessed by genetics as he was could truly experience. None knew what it was like… but, given what sort of process he was undergoing, Trent was certain he was about to make everyone else find out, whether they liked to or not. Just as soon as he flipped, of course; no point waiting for his regular form to do something it wasn’t (yet) capable of. Of course, he wasn’t that far off; just a couple of hours at most, if even that much, before his body reached the threshold and went flying right past it; he could see it already, as clear in his mind’s eye as it would be in reality, when he finally transformed into a shape that was at once so much more powerful, yet so much more primal than the one he already had.
It almost felt unthinkable for that to be the case; with him already as muscular as he was, and his package having engorged to the point where it was doubtful he’d be capable of moving around even if he wanted to, the idea that he might get even bigger was, if nothing else, downright fantasy. Yet, Trent knew this wasn’t the case; no matter how outlandish it seemed, he knew full well that the moment he flipped, even his already-prodigious size would look downright puny in comparison to what he was capable of, a terrifying thought to be sure… but one that left him trembling at the possibilities, knowing as he did that it was only the start. He was, at the end of the day, naught but a biological machine; everyone was, to some extent, but it just so happened that his mechanisms were far more fine-tuned than most.
While the vast majority of males had to contend with a body that produced only as much as it technically “needed”, for a given meaning of that word, the Lycanroc’s biology knew no such limitations; not only did it just keep going, but it increased the rate of production itself as time went along, placing Trent very much between a rock and a hard place: he either achieved climax, releasing his pent-up seed but renouncing the challenge and his exercise in willpower… or he kept going, only making the situation worse. Such was the issue with exponentials: even if they started out small, they had a way of building up over time, such that even a point-oh-oh-one percent addition over time eventually turned itself into something with a similar number of digits, yet none of the decimals.
Indeed, Trent was already seeing it happen right in front of him: not only was his dick about as thick as he was wide (quite the feat considering the width of his shoulders), but it was longer than he was tall, an accomplishment mirrored only by the positively gargantuan set of cumtanks he had underneath him, which had effectively outsized his couch already… each. He couldn’t even see the television anymore; there was a great big wall of fur and taut skin in between himself and the monitor, one that rumbled and grumbled and roiled and slorshed with the impossible amounts of spunk it was hiding just beneath the surface, with the pressure being so much that his precum alone far surpassed the full release of even the biggest of hypers.
It was his burden to bear though, no one else’s, though “burden” might be overdoing it slightly; it wasn’t as if Trent in any way disliked going through the experience (far from it, actually), but more so a realization that no one else on the planet had this level of productivity at their beck and call. It wasn’t outright impossible for other hypers to experience temporary spurts that would lead to them potentially outstripping him in raw productivity, but these were just that: temporary. Usually, they required ample amounts of chemicals being pumped through their veins, as well as a frankly absurd amount of secondary requirements, such as the right genetic sequence or the correct manifestation of specific mutations; it was always a transformation that others had to work for, rather than simply being gifted with it like Trent was… and Trent was very much aware of this, and dangerously proud of this fact.
So much so that, when the tip of his cock bumped against the ceiling, and the shaft had to start bending over ever so slightly, thus leading to him being bathed in his own pre, the Lycanroc did nothing to stop it; even when he saw the moon rising through his window, heralding the start of his transformation into his midnight form, he didn’t lift a single finger to make the whole thing even remotely safe or sane. By then, all he could think of was how to maximize his enjoyment, how to feel more pleasure and in ever greater and more powerful quantities, and if that meant abusing his kind’s transformative abilities in order to give himself additional size…
… then that was just what had to happen.
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Title: Hooves: Pt.1 Final Step by Dimn
Tags: Bad Language, Bondage, Bukkake, Captivity, Horse, Inflation, M/solo, Machine, Transformation
Hey guys, this is my first story on Yiffstar, but don't mistake it for some noob stuff. Literature is my thing; even if I do tend to make mistakes I always push myself to do better. So vote and give feedback so I can no how I did, and hopefully do better in part two. Also as a side note, I have intentionally left the character's description out until the next chapter.
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Warning: this story contains spoogey stuff such as, well, spooge. It also contains inflation, captivity, over stimulation, transformation, a sex machine thingy, and much more. If you aren't into this stuff then notify the person holding the gun to your head and beg him not to shoot you for refusing to read it. Also if you're under 18 or not allowed to read material like this then you have been warned.
Hooves: Pt. 1 Final Step
"Why are you doing this to me?!" yelled Cade as he as the forceful arms of his captors dragged him to his new home. He could only hope his stay their wasn't permanent. "I just want to go home!" he sobbed, tears running down from his eyes.
The ones carrying him might as well have been deaf, as his pleas went unnoticed. They flung him into the confines of his cell and laughed as he fell flat on his face. "You better learn how to walk on those soon 'coz we wont be luggin' your ass back here tomorrow horse-boi." And with those parting words they callously flung the cell door closed. Leaving Cade to ponder his fate.
Cade stared down at his feet...hooves. He was unaffected by the fact that his limbs where no longer his. He had been here for moths had had grown to accept the idea of being an inhuman freak show. But he still cried every night, sobbing over his lost humanity, unable to stop it, or even control his own body. This was what he was going to be, and it was inevitable.
He tried to stand on his new hooves. It was like walking in high heels without the heel. He could feel pressure all through his calves while he wobbled around the straw filled space. When he first saw it he had thought about why someone would fill what appeared to be a lab with the contents of a stable, their where even wooden masts like that of a barn that led all the way to the ceiling. Only now did he realize that it was all their to make him feel 'at home'. It was humiliating, and every time he thought about what his family or friends would say if they saw him living like this he would feel his skin crawl, he hoped that he would never be seen in public again.
Slowly he got used to using his new appendages and became tired from the days ordeals, he wobbled over to the biggest pile of fresh hay and flopped down onto it. The straw no longer felt course and brittle as it did when he first arrived. Now, because of his fur, it was warm and comforting, like a giant pillow. Now comfortable he curled up onto his bed and pondered what would happen the next day.
Once one of his handlers had told him that as soon as they were done with him he would be dissected. Cade had almost lost his mind from fear of loosing the only thing he had left to himself, until a few weeks later other personnel heard of the handlers cruel joke and decided to calm Cade down. "Poor little creature" one of the scientists had called him, "Why would waste all this effort just to cut you open?"
He wasn't given any other reason to doubt his handler, so he was left dreading the next time he was to wake up. Whimpering, he curled into a tighter ball on his side and started playing with his mane, trying to distract himself. Slowly he drifted off to sleep. Dreaming of farms and his zoology class...
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"Wake up bitch!" The cell door swung open revealing two of a multitude of handlers; the one speaking had been the same one to tell him what his fate might be. He walked up to Cade before he had a chance to stand up. "You ready for the big show pony-boi?" Had he not been scared shitless he might have laughed at the reference to "The Greasers", he highly doubted the big fucker would have gotten it. Instead Cade just stared ahead while he was yanked up to his hooves. They made their way to the other handler at the door then made their way down the long path towards the processing chamber.
As they made their way down Cade looked around, not having the chance prior to this, as they usually blindfolded him. There were cells everywhere! The place was lined with hundreds no millions of them, each one different than the other from the outside. He could only wonder what they looked like on the inside, or what they contained. He even saw one that looked like a giant fish tank from the outside, however it was too high up for him to see its contents.
They finally made it to the laboratory that he had grown to hate. As they walked in he was shocked to discover that the entire cell was completely different, the cold leather chair that had once been its only occupant was now replaced with a large metal table, which looked like a giant slab of steel. There was a large dome shaped object that hung from the ceiling with a plethora of tubes hanging from it. The whole scene reminded Cade of a scene from a sci-fi movie.
He was led to the table and strapped down, this was starting to freak Cade out, and they had never done anything like this before. Usually they would only inject him with something and leave him to writhe on the floor until the process was complete. He tugged at his restraints trying to see around the room. One of the scientists was coming in, he was wearing a standard lab coat. He walked up to Cade and grabbed a muzzle-like device from the machine that hung overhead. He brought it towards Cade's face. "W-what's going on?! W-wh-gack!!!" He had the muzzle secured around his snout, a tube inside of it going down his throat to fit snugly inside his esophagus. His eyes started to well up with tears as he tried not to throw up. 'Oh God, there really going to kill me!' he thought as the scientist reached up for a large tube about the size of Cade's wrist and brought it down between his legs.
Cade couldn't see where the tube had gone, and his thoughts turned back toward the pipe threatening to suffocate him. Then he felt something wet squirt on his bum. 'What the fuck are they doing to my ass?!' He screamed in his head. He thrashed at his restraints. Trying to find a way to get away from the pending penetration, but he was pinned. The doctor pressed down on Cade's stomach forcing him to lie still and accept the device that was to be used to seal Cade's fate and make the process permanent.
Slowly the artificial phallic device made it's way between Cade's round, fuzzy ass cheeks, and continued to spew a seemingly endless amount lubricant. Cade continued to struggle while this was occurring. Then he felt the tube in his mouth start to vibrate, his eyes shot open and he watched as a translucent blue fluid flowed down, straight into his stomach. At that same moment the doctor took the tube that was in his hand and shoved it hard into Cade's tight anal chute. "Gurghaggh" was all Cade could get out around the mouthpiece as he felt the pain of loosing his virginity shot up his spine sending messages of pure agony. The doctor didn't even bother with his subject well being, he just continued to ram the hose deeper into Cade's sore pucker. Cade continued to gurgle into the muzzle device even after he no longer felt the tube trying to force its way past his sphincter. He could feel the fluid collecting in his stomach stretching his slender frame to accommodate what would later be used to complete his transformation.
The tube in his ass started to vibrate like the first one was, and Cade could feel it rubbing against something deep in his bowls that he'd never felt before, it caused a new sensation to pulse through his body, alongside the pain, something he had almost forgotten existed while he was trapped here. He started to feel pleasure snake its way towards his crotch. 'This can't be happening, I'm not a fag!' he clenched his eyes shut trying to forget about the feeling coursing through his body, urging him to enjoy every second of what was once torture. The stretching that was affecting his stomach was now going through his bowls as well, forcing more pleasure on his sensitive prostate. His penis began to respond to what his mind was fighting to ignore. 'Oh, please God no.' the begged his member to go back down, but it was too late. The scientist took the simi-erect dick and stuffed it into another device that began methodically sucking and vibrating on Cade's traitor of a cock. Waves of pleasure soared through his body. For the smallest of moments Cade was in heaven, but a moment was all that he needed. He let go of his fears of being discriminated against for enjoying this and gave in to the endless feeling of joy vibrating throughout his whole being.
Cade began trusting into the pump attached to his throbbing cock, urging it to finish the job quickly, while the remaining attachments finished introducing the chemicals that would steal what was left of his humanity. His stomach was bloated, so much so that he couldn't even see his own dick, which was quickly being worked to the point of orgasm; he only needed one more push to reach the edge. The push he received was entirely unexpected as the scientist placed Cade's stomach and started to rub. He never felt this good from being rubbed before, it was like all of his nerves had moved to that one spot and his entire being was in that one had resting upon his abdomen.
Moaning in sheer ecstasy he came into the pump releasing that pent up energy as pint after pint of his seemingly endless supply of his spunk was greedily sucked up with a vacuum like force that pulled and tugged on his throbbing pole extracting more of his seed with every suck, removing what was left of his human seed and preventing him from ever copulating as his body processed a sterile fluid to replace it. He was completely drained, but the machine kept sucking, sending his body in to tremors of pleasure/pain as his over sensitive sex was ceaselessly tormented. He started to scream through the now empty tube lodged in his throat.
After only a few seconds that seemed like an eternity for poor Cade, the hose was removed followed by the two other devices. The scientist left the room and shortly after the two handlers returned into view, unbuckling Cade and pulling him so that he was left sitting up on the steel slab. He looked down at his distended belly; he looked and felt like he was pregnant with twins. He played with his belly button, which popped and looked like what its name was intended to suggest. He moaned out in pleasure as he cupped his large tummy and tried to stand. If walking on his hooves was hard at first this was nearly impossible, but somehow he made it. And slowly made his way back to his cell. Wobbling towards a fresh pile of hay he flopped down, and passed out. As he drifted off he wondered how long his tummy would stay like that, then went out like a light. As he slept he dreamed of babies and being a mother.
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Title: From the Ashes: Part 9, Matchmaker- part 2 by Blatzvack
Tags: Alien, Canine, Feline, M/F
Hey, all 5 of my readers. I finally motivated enough to post part 2. I told you I'd make up for the total lack of yiffiness in my last post. So, without further Adeu: part 9/2
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From the Ashes: Part 9- Matchmaker pt. 2
Fuse sat at a table at the café. She was a little giddy. She had no idea what Zach looked like. It was only after that he had signed off with his message "I'll be there" that she realized that they had no idea what one another looked like, and therefore, how to find each other. As if sensing her thoughts, Veronica put a hand on her friend's back. "It's gonna be alright." "Seriously, chill." Jared added as he watched Fuse down her third cup of coffee-flavored cream and sugar, not at all helping her nerves.
Jared and Veronica had accompanied Fuse for 'moral support' as Jared had put it. In truth, Jared had wanted to make sure no incidents happened, such as Fuse letting something too odd slip as to her true identity. True, Jared knew that they would have to tell this Zach, but he didn't want a crisis on his hands.
Fuse couldn't chill. She could be meeting her lifelong mate today, not something to be taken lightly. True, Fuse still harbored feelings for Jared, but had come to terms with the fact that Jared did not love her. And who knows, Fuse might spark a connection with this Zach. Maybe Jared and Veronica were right; maybe she didn't ever really love Jared, but rather felt strong attraction to Earthlings. Dammit, why was love so complicated?
It was 12:10, and still no sign of Zach. Fuse sighed; telling herself that this was all just a fantasy. She shifted in her seat, taking another sip of her sugar-rush-inspiring coffee, she just could not sit still. Something distracted her from her musings, though. Off the street from the general direction of the hotel came in a man dressed in casual clothes. Baggy blue jeans with more pockets than should be on one pair of pants adorned his lower half, and a black shirt that was obviously too big for him as it hung off of him like a circus tent adorned his top. On his shirt was an odd symbol, or rather, four odd symbols inside of each other. In the center of the shirt, there was a peculiar white arrow. Outside of that, there was a red heart. Outside of that, there was a white clover. Outside of that was a red diamond.
Fuse could not figure out what was up with this new character, her thoughts of being stood up by Zach pushed back into her mind. What were those strange symbols? Runes of some sort? But humans haven't even found out about the Aether, let alone how to manipulate it. By Confederation estimates, that technology would be eons away...
Once more, Fuse was drawn back out of her own mind. The newcomer walked over to a family of three. A man, a woman, and a cub. No, a kid, Earthlings didn't have cubs. Fuse watched him eagerly. His steps seemed calm, a wide smile on his face. The man first approached the father, whom the man proceeded to whisper something into the father's ear. With a nod of approval to the man, the newcomer knelt down beside the girl, who seemed a little unnerved. He looked her in the eyes and continued to smile. "What's your favorite color?" Unsure, the girl replied, "Pink." Rolling up imaginary sleeves (his shirt was short -sleeved) the man produced a bright pink flower into his cupped hands. He presented it to the little girl as the patrons of the café started clapping. "Thank you, thank you. I do have something to ask everyone. Is there a Fuse in the audience?"
Fuse froze. How did this guy know her name? She knew she should have spoken up, but for some reason, her voice would not come.
\*\*\*\*\* Aww, man. Fuse was gonna blow it. Jared couldn't let that happen. Fuse was shy in public without him. She wouldn't even come to the café if she knew that Jared and Veronica wouldn't be there. Jared suspected that Earthlings kinda intimidated her since Jared was the only one she's ever seen, and Earth was quite literally packed with them. Jared "Right over here, guy." Jared watched as the newcomer whom he suspected was Zach turn toward him. Jared laughed as he saw the shock come over Zach's face as he turned to the masculine voice and saw Jared standing up. Jared hoped to avoid sending Zach running away by pointing to Fuse. Jared smiled inwardly as he watched the sigh of relief cross his face.
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Fuse was infinitely glad that Jared and Veronica were sitting in the table right behind her. And she was glad that Jared had found her voice for her.
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Zach came down from his performance high. He sat down in front of Fuse, the girl he had met yesterday on a new dating site he had decided to try. He saw her profile, and messaged her on a whim. They talked and talked and Jared had found out that by some strange coincidence, that she was in the same state, same town, and the very same hotel. On another whim, he had asked to meet.
It was when he woke up that he had no idea what this Fuse character looked like, for her profile only seemed to depict her fursona, not the actual her. Zach had thought this a little bold, but he had gone along with it anyway. But, it didn't help him now that he had forgotten to ask what she looked like.
Luckily, Zach had been hit with an idea. Zach could've just asked the crowd of people at the café, but he didn't want to seem like a dumbass. So, he was faced with the problem with subtly getting all attention on him. Which wasn't as an insurmountable task as one would expect, for Zach was an amateur magician. Loving to amaze people on the streets, Zach could control almost any crowd. He knew that a standard conjuring trick would suffice to bring eyes on him, and then he could ask if Fuse was there.
Well, she didn't speak up, but his plan had worked, he had found her. She was cute. She was wearing a light red blouse over a slightly darker red skirt. He looked her up and down, from her warm and inviting brown eyes and supple lips, he moved his eyes down her neck, over her shoulders, down her generous bosom, her slim tummy, and that she was sitting perpendicular to Zach's direction allowed him a look at her long legs. For some reason, though, she was sitting sort of sidesaddle, leaning to the left. Zach guessed it was just more comfortable that way for her.
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Fuse watched as the man sat down. "Z-Zach?" He gave her a warm smile. "It seems that I wasn't the only one nervous about today." She let out a small laugh. "So, Fuse, friend of yours?" Zach said, gesturing toward Jared, who was engaged in conversation with Veronica. "Oh, yeah. Moral support." "And insurance?" "What?" "Insurance, in case I turned out to be a stalker psycho-killer person." "Oh." Fuse said with a laugh. "No. Just to lend assistance, I really am foreign. Although, I think I could handle myself, should you turn out to be." Fuse teased. "And here's me, without any form of protection against you..." Zach teased back. "Are you worried?" "Should I be?"
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"I think they're hitting it off well." Jared said. "He better not hit her. I'd kill him." Veronica seethed, shooting a dirty look over her shoulder toward Zach and Fuse. "No. No. No. It's a term to mean, they look like they're getting along." Jared was aware that Veronica felt protective of Fuse, and was honestly a little afraid for Zach the way Veronica was looking at him. "What? Oh, yeah. They look to be doing good." The couple continued to watch their friend and her new potential mate.
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"I see you like some taste to your coffee." Zach commented, watching Fuse dump the fourth half-and-half cup into her coffee. "Yeah, Jared asks me if I would like any coffee with my cream and sugar." "Hehe, well if that's how you take it, so be it. To each his own. Or, in your case, her own. Not a big coffee drinker myself, prefer Root Beer." "Cool." Said Fuse, remembering Root Beer from among the sodas Jared had let them try. "Well, then, why not order some?" "I don't think this is the kind of place that sells Root Beer, its not exactly a café type drink." "Well, then, shall we adjourn to elsewhere?" "Well, the lady has not finished her cream and sugar." "The lady is finished when she says she is." Fuse said with a smirk. "And one would not want to argue with the lady, would he?" Jared smirked back. "Not one bit." The two left the café laughing, Jared and Veronica not long after.
"What is that black thing in your ear?" Fuse asked. "It's a wireless earpiece. I listen to music on it when I perform, it calms my nerves." "Don't other people hear it." "No, it goes deep into my ear to vibrate my eardrum directly, so only I can hear it." "Intriguing. Why have it." "Dunno, the music kinda gets my blood flowing for the performance and it helps me, well, perform." "This magic is interesting." It was to Fuse, who had not detected the slightest form of Aether manipulation on his part.
They walked on to find another restaurant with tables on a deck so the pair could, once again, sit outside. The whole time Jared was drinking his beverage, and Fuse her coffee, she was trying to get him to spill about magic. "A magician never reveals his secrets." Zach said for the fifth time. "I bet is has something to do with the thing in your ear." Fuse challenged. "You think? You wanna try?" "You're on."
Fuse had slipped the peace in her ear while Zach fumbled with a small remote in his pocket.
A scream filled the air. Fuse writhed on the ground, clutching at her head. "Fuse!" Zach ripped his earpiece out of Fuse who almost immediately settled down.
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"Dammit dammit dammit dammit, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Jared said as he ran toward the restaurant where Fuse and Zach were. "What happened?" asked Veronica, running along side her mate. "Zach gave her an earpiece. Those things vibrate the eardrum directly, and they're made for human eardrums, imagine Fuse, a dog, who has more sensitive ears!" "Drek. We need to get there." Jared and Veronica sprinted across traffic, reaching a befuddled Zach cradling a whimpering Fuse.
Jared ran beside Fuse. "Did you take the earpiece out?" "Yes." Zach replied. "You better hope she's alright." Zach saw Veronica for the first time. Of course, he couldn't see the feline side of her, but something in her glaring eyes reminded him of a tiger getting ready to pounce. "It's a reaction to the earpiece. I know it. I just don't know HOW." Said Zach, still confused.
"Never you mind. We just need to get her somewhere quiet." Said Jared, not wanting to put the stress of all the people and the engines and electrical buzz of the city on Fuse ears. "I know just the place." Zach insisted on carrying Fuse all the way to the beach, which was just a couple blocks over. Jared had refrained from taking her to the hospital. With a discreet scan by Veronica's hopper bracelet, they knew that Fuse would be alright.
Jared and Veronica made a pretense of leaving the beach, but stayed within eyeshot of the beach, ever vigilant over their friend.
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Fuse rested on the beach, her migraine ebbing away. "I'm so sorry." Zach said quietly, sitting beside her running his hands along her side. His hand felt so good massaging her shoulder, then her side, then her thigh, then her tail. Wait...HER TAIL!?
As if sensing her thoughts, Zach said, "Yes, I know you're not human." "I'm sorry." "Why? Being different is not something to be sorry for. Hell, I should be sorry for letting you take heavy metal to the eardrum." Zach said, looking from Fuse out to the sea. "You're not scared away?" "Hell, no. I was a bit shocked when I pulled the earpiece out, to find that your skin felt like fur. I was wondering if you were going to tell me." "I would have." "I would have though that a nice girl like you would not have hidden something, although now I can see why. Other people."
Fuse affirmed his suspicions with a slight nod. "Yeah. So I guess it works out that I'm a furry, eh?" Zach said, his usual humor coming back. "So, you don't find me unattractive?" "Hmmm. Well, how can I know if I can't see you?" "What are you talking about? You can see my just f-oh."
Fuse concentrated on the Aether generating device, making it form her image around Zach's visual patterns. "You're beautiful." He leaned down and gave Fuse a light kiss on the lips.
Fuse drew him in closer, deepening their kiss until their tongues were locked in a tender embrace.
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"I do think that that is our cue to split, love." Jared said to his mate as they watched the pair making out. "Hmm, she seems to be enjoying that." "We'll just have to see." "Or, we can try it ourselves." "I like your idea better."
Jared and Veronica left back to the hotel room.
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"We really shouldn't be doing this." Zach said. Fuse looked into his eyes. She had heard Jared say that, and it didn't have good consequences. "Alright, if you don't want to." "No. No. No. You have me all wrong, I'm all for it, but we kind can't very well be doing this in public." "So, you want to go someplace private." "I would expect that those other two would have gone back to the privacy of their room, but mine's free." "You read my mind."
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Jared and Veronica burst through the hotel door in each other's arms. Veronica nearly threw Jared on the bed. "Wow, it seems someone's missed this more than I have." Jared said with a grin. "Well, with Fuse here, I didn't want to make her jealous by mating you right in front of her." "But, she's not here now." "Nope."
Veronica ripped her blouse off and slid her skirt off. She nearly ripped Jared's clothes off of him. Jared was at first confused as to why she didn't wear underwear, but she had no need to, clothes made her feel stuffy, and the thought just aroused Jared even more.
Veronica lay back on the bed, dragging Jared on top of her. She kissed him. "I love you." Jared said as he leaned back. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid in. "Mmmmmmmm." Veronica moaned as she felt Jared's shaft enter her, filling her like no other.
Jared thrust up until he was hilted, pulled back out, then did it all over again. His rhythmic thrusting was matched by Veronica's moans every time he buried himself in her, reaffirming their Bond.
Jared leaned onto his love. He rolled his tongue over her exposed breasts. He palmed her left breast while suckling on her right, both sending ripples of pleasure through his lover. "Ahhhhh." Veronica let out a small scream as her body was stimulated all over.
Jared rolled over, pulling Veronica on top of him. He pushed her up, only to let gravity sliiiiiiiide her back down to his base. "Yes." He heard her whisper over and over again as she took him again and again, each new thrust adding new pleasure to the old, building and building.
Pulling out, Jared turned Veronica so she was facing away. He sat up and then let her slide one last time to his base. "S-ohh!-something new, my love?" "Yes." Moving her tail out of the way, he put his hands under her thighs. He lifted her to his cocktip, then pushed her onto it. He rocked his hips so that he was pushing against her while she sank, pushing deeper into her. He let go of his love's thighs and reached around her front. Using his legs, he splayed hers; and in reaching around Veronica's middle, he had her arms trapped behind her back.
He continued rocking his hips, and she started to grind against him. Jared could tell by her panting that she was getting close. With his hands in front of her, he fingered her clit with one hand, and her nipple with another. "ah, Ahhh, Ahhh!" Veronica screamed as she came, her juices running all over Jared's hands and legs.
Jared realized that he had just overdone it. Still, he wished he could have finished. "Naughty, naughty. Trying to get past me?" Jared could tell Veronica was spent, but he knew better than to argue with her. Jared lay back, letting Veronica do whatever she wanted.
That whatever was her positioning herself laying between Jared's legs. She wrapped her catlike mouth around Jared's member, tasting his pre as well as her own orgasm. She wrapped her slightly bumpy tongue.
If one would imagine a long slide down a soft, wet, warm banister, each miniscule bump a flicker of pleasure in all the right places, one would know why that Jared was coming in no time. "I'm about to go, love. Where do you want it?" Jared said, looking at Veronica.
Veronica looked up into Jared's eyes, a slight grin in her eyes, as her mouth was still wrapped around his member. With a slight slurp of her tongue and a jerk of her neck upward, Jared was coming in her mouth.
Veronica moaned softly as she held her mouth open for Jared to see himself squirting into her waiting mouth. Each spurt washed new warmth in her mouth. Veronica showed it to Jared on her tongue before swallowing it, once again opening her mouth to show that it was indeed gone.
"It seems someone was enjoying herself." Jared said as he faded into sleep, still laying on his back, spent from his tense orgasm. "Indeed, love, indeed." Veronica said, finally letting her afterglow drowsiness soothe her into sleep, her head still resting on Jared's crotch as a pillow.
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Fuse and Zach opened the door, and silently shut it, they didn't want to wake anybody up. Zach jumped on the bed, and was soon joined by Fuse. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Zach asked, not wanting to pressure his new girlfriend. "Yes. Although, I don't usually do it this soon." said Fuse, a guilty look on her face.
"Neither do I, but I am a firm believer in following your heart. And, something about it, I dunno. But it just feels...right." Zach said, looking into Fuse's eyes, but not laying a hand on her, wanting her to make the first move. "You feel it, too?" "Yes."
Fuse drew Zach back into their deep embrace. Zach maneuvered his hands over Fuse's body, exploring her soft fur. She did have a thick coat, but it only aroused Zach even more to imagine himself buried in her coat, eternally warming him. Fuse slid Zach's shirt off, then his pants, then his boxers.
Once the last piece of clothing was discarded on the floor, Fuse jumped onto her belly, and stuck her rump into the air. "Well, we'll see if it feels right after all." Zach was at first a little unnerved by Fuse's enthusiasm. However, once he shook, it off, it proved to be more of a turn on.
Zach mounted Fuse, pushing himself in gently. He heard Fuse give off a slight moan, and he was encouraged to push in farther. Once he was all the way in, he started thrusting with his hips. Fuse pushed her own rocking hips back against Zach, pushing him even deeper.
Zach ran his hands all over Fuse, acquainting himself with her body. He ran his hands over her back, her stomach, her shoulders. He reached her head and stroked down her neck. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder as Zach pumped even harder.
Fuse was enjoying herself, Zach's smooth body was a contrast of her own, and each different sensation added to her pleasure, and she moaned even louder as Zach rubbed every spot on her body, pleasuring everything. Once he reached her neck, she turned to look at him. She saw his fingers in the crook of her shoulders and neck. She picked them up and started sucking on them, moaning onto them as Zach continued to piston more pleasure into her growing-hotter-by-the-moment sex. She let his fingers go and closed her eyes as an orgasm washed over her. She buried her face into the sheets and moaned into the bed as Jared continued to thrust.
Jared felt her contractions almost send him over the edge, but a history of stubbornness and a strong will kept him from coming. He continued to thrust, seeing how much Fuse was enjoying it. He saw her turn her eyes away and bury her face into the bedspread as he felt her come all over his member. He watched as Fuse arched her back up, pushing hard against him as she came again. This time, Zach's formidable willpower failed him as Fuse's lovely sex milked him for all of his seed. He shot deep inside his furry lover, coating her insides with a flood of white warmth. Fuse collapsed all the way onto the bed, Zach not far behind her.
Fuse turned so she was facing Zach. "Zach, I think I love you." "I know I love you." Zach replied a smile on his face. Fuse drew him in to a tight hug. "Now, me too." Fuse whispered into her lover's ear as they both let the comfort of sleep wash over them in their post-orgasmic bliss.
The next morning, Fuse and Zach joined Jared and Veronica downstairs in the common room. "Good morning." Veronica said toward the couple. Fuse giggled and Zach waved. "It seems someone enjoyed their night together, I think I heard a few moans that we didn't do, love." Jared said to Veronica, well aware that the other two could hear him.
"Well, Fuse, it seems I heard a commotion downstairs. I wonder who could have caused it..." Zach retorted.
"Well, if everyone is done with the sexual innuendo." Said a smiling turtle as he joined the group. "Auldron!" the girls exclaimed, jumping up to give the turtle a hug. "Where ya been?" "Around." "Around? Around where?" "Just around."
Auldron sat down without a word more, and the girls knew better than to try and wrest the information out of him.
The rest of the morning was quite uneventful. Jared, Veronica, and Fuse had told their tales to Zach. Zach readily agreed to go back to Trillious Prime, his family really didn't care about each other until Christmas, when the annual family reunion took place. Fuse was all for returning to Earth whenever Zach's reunion was.
About midday, a police officer came toward their group. "Yes, officer?" Jared spoke up, the group having gone silent. "Are you, Jared Price?" "Yes." "Would you follow me, sir."
Jared got up and followed the officer, and his friends did likewise. They stepped into the security room of the hotel. Jared froze in the doorway. Luckily, it was a double doorway so everyone else could get through.
Aside from the police officers and the group, there was one other person. He looked exactly like Jared. "Steven." Jared all but spat. "Jared!" Steven said. "It's been so long, how the fuck ya doin?"
Veronica looked at Jared. "Love, who is this?"
"My cousin."
To be continued...
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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Prose that Blows 2 - Summer Fun (2010), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Most Original Story, Prose that Blows Winner: Best Story
Text: "Two Puffers coming up!" Sofia smiled as she cooked. Get the dough, inject the filling, deep fry, listen to the ooohs as the filling puffed up, spray powered sugar and another heart attack ready to go. As the family walked off she leaned forward and sighed. The job wasn't horrible, but working an amusement park food stand was not a career. She never got bored at any rate; people seemed to love those fried dough balls, although Sofia suspected they liked seeing them puff up more then the taste. She had tried them and blarg, probably gained weight just by being near the fryers. Not that she ever had to worry much about that, her figure was slender without having to try, while her Hispanic roots gave her some slight curves.
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"Sofia!" Snapped out of her daze, she jumped back, hitting her butt on the counter's edge. "Um, yes sir?" she quavered, trying to ignore the pain and her glaring boss.
"Don't just sit there! Say the script, get people in line and buying!" Sofia's shoulders slumped, a bit distracted by a worrying tingle from her hips.
"I feel so dumb when I do that, and besides, lots of people come here..."
"Doesn't matter, if you're not selling then you should be calling out!" his eyes moved up and down her body. "And you know we have limit on employees eating the merchandise!"
"But...I don't eat any!" Sofia was worried now; she must have hit a nerve. It felt like her whole torso had fallen asleep.
"Remember, you only get one uniform for free, if you outgrow that, it'll be coming out of your pay!" Her boss said as he walked away.
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As soon as he was out of sight, Sofia twisted around to look at herself and let out a whimper as she saw the filling injector jammed into her hip, pumping away as her butt swelled, filling her pants. Looking down, her chest was definitely sticking out more, not to mention her belly, formerly flat was now sticking out with a small round dome. "Crap! What's happening to me?" Yanking out the injector, Sofia tried to calm down. It could be worse, her butt looked good and a few extra cup sizes were always welcome...Sofia was shaken out of her worry by another group of customers arriving at the stand. Adjusting her tight clothing as best she could, she put on a smile.
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Later, Sofia was dripping. It had to be 110 degrees in this booth and getting hotter. Leaning back to get another drink of water, she felt something press against her butt. Looking back, her butt was squishing against the counter, and her pants seemed tighter than before. Sofia twisted back to the customer, glanced down at the register, and paused. Her cleavage was stretching forward, blocking off some the counter from view. "Oh no..." She could see her cleavage slowly growing outwards, her buttons beginning to pull apart and strain. Glancing up at the customer, a guy staring at her growing cleavage as well, she quickly shouted out that the stand was closed, and shut the window, pulling down the blinds. Alone in the hot and cramped room Sofia tried to stay calm, which was proved to be difficult as a button from her shirt pinged off, and pain from her waist said that her pants were going to be next. She couldn't just leave, she was ready to burst out of her clothes, but if she stayed, she'd keep getting bigger. A second ping made the decision for her as her pants button burst off, her huge body swelling and stretching the stitching of her clothes with a creaking noise. "Can't leave now...have to wait till the park's closed." Her body kept swelling as she waited, buttons bursting off with regularity, her massive thighs tearing open her pants as she grew, until just her stretched bra and panties covering the mass of curves that she had become. It was hard to walk, but Sofia paced as best she could, wobbling back and forth, her body squishing against the counters, the filling inside of her wobbling softly. Glancing at a window, she let out a sob as she saw her reflection; her body was a massive cartoony image of a woman, round, huge breasts, a massive jiggling butt and fat, wiggling arms and legs. Looking at the clock, it was only 20 minutes till the park closed for the night, figure another hour for the rest of the employees to go home, then a waddle back to her car...Thank god she had a roomy one. If she had a compact, she didn't know what she would've done.
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A hour later, Sofia couldn't wait any longer. It was getting harder and harder to move, sometimes she could swear she felt her body touch the ground when she took a waddling step, and if she outgrew her feet...that was just unthinkable. Opening the double doors in the back and squeezing through, she waddled away, her body wiggling softly with every step.
"At least it's cooler now. I'm not swelling anymore, just have to get to my car, get home and hope that this will...go away somehow." Her murmuring turned to a cry as she stepped on something, her foot slipping from under her and her new body tilted backwards, hitting the ground with a thud. Her round body lay in the moonlight, wiggling from side to side as she desperately tried to upright herself. Groaning in defeat, Sofia stopped struggling and tried to calm down. Someone would be here in the morning, then...She'd get taken somewhere and this would get worked out. "At least I stopped..." Sofia's one bright side came crashing down as she felt the hot asphalt beneath her warming her round body, the filling inside of her beginning to swell again. "I hate this job...I wonder if I can get workers comp for turning into a puffball..."
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Title: Let it Snow by KajiAldewolf
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*Oh the weather outside is frightful\~*
*But the fire is so delightful\~*
Music echoed through the hallways of the expansive, and yet rather odd house, that two hybrids resided in. The sound just loud enough to cause the wolger to shift in his bed, his tail flicking against the covers like an agitated feline. He let out a low grunt as he pulled his pillow over his head. "I'm going to pull his wings off when he gets home..."
The covers were tossed to the side, crumpling on the ground as the striped hybrid swing his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched up high, his arms popping at the shoulders before he lets out a soft content little sigh. As his hearing came into focus, he heard the song once more.
*It doesn't show sings of stopping\~*
*And I've brought some corn for popping\~*
Quickly he was reminded as to why he got up at this ungodly hour of ... he blinked for a moment before he looked at the clock. "What?!" He stared at the clock as it stared back with the time being nearly eleven in the afternoon. "How the hell I'd sleep in so long..." He got up out of bed and started to stroll through the house.
A yawn split his muzzle before he rubbed at the back of his head, running his hand through his striped russet fur. Then a peculiar smell caught his nose, and he blinked a bit as his ears perked up. Wandering towards it, his tail started to sway before he looked around. The draolf had to be around here somewhere. But, he was no where to be seen. Or heard. "Hm... wonder where he went..."
As he reached the expansive kitchen, Tsuchi had laid his eyes on the biggest cake he'd probably seen in a long while. His eyes widened as he tried to take it all in. He mumbled the words as he read the icing aloud. "Happy birthday, ya old mutt. Hope ya have fun." He blinked a bit... "Old mutt?" A brow quirked before he clicked his tongue a bit. "He's gonna get it when he gets back."
But there was one thing to do first before anything was done to the draolf. The cake begged to be eaten. Devoured. Or at least tasted. A lick of his lips, and he dragged his finger all the way across the full expanse of the cake; producing a glob of the coating at least as big as his nose. A soft mmn came from the wolger as he tasted the frosting.
A shiver ran up his spine, causing his fur to fluff up just a bit before he shook himself out. "Damn, Kaji must've gone all out with this! It tastes amazing!" He took another good sized glob of frosting onto a finger, and stuck it into his maw. He let out a soft giggle as he smiled around his finger, not noticing that the counter was getting just a bit father away from him.
But what he did notice was the sensation of getting heavier, and he blinked a bit. "Oh... that damn dirty draolf..." He looked down, first noticing that he was higher off of the ground as the light fixture above the cake was now eye level. The second thing that he noticed that his sac was getting heavier, and all he could do was raise a brow with a soft sigh.
"I should've known that he'd pull something like this." A warm shiver ran up his spine, making him arch his back with a soft purr. "But... he doesn't know how to make it feel nice." Giggling softly as a warm grin spread over his muzzle, the wolger knelt down and scooped the cake up in his growing paws. He nearly choked on a bite of it when he felt himself come in contact with the rather chilling floor.
"That's a new feeling." With less grace than a tripping cheetah; he scarfed down the rest of the cake. He licked his hackles free of crumbs and frosting as he started to make his way to the outside. The double doors swung open with a light push of a hand, and the hybrid crawled out on his hands and knees.
A blast of smog came from Tsuchi's maw as he stumbled forward; rolling over his head as he pulled his nearly too big foot from the door. An erf and a grunt as he landed on his back, and his still growing junk hit the ground as well. "And that is as well." He lay there, blinking up at the grey sky for a few moments; a rumbling purr rolling through his growing body as every inch of his being turned into a foot; sprouting into a yard soon after!
A slight giddy giggle came from him as he sat up; looking down at his form as he tilted his head with a grin. Running a hand over his body noticed that he was getting more toned, his claws poking out a bit to run against his skin with a soft purr. He closed his eyes with a soft moan as his legs shifted, letting more of himself spread against the ground as he continued to grow and grow.
Soon he was taller than the house, and still getting bigger! The wolger looked around, in the back of his mind he was slightly worried at how big he was going to get. But the rest of his mind was too busy looking at the shrinking surroundings. His ears perked up a bit as he looked forward; a tingling sensation ran through him as his sheath and balls had come into contact with power lines! Instead of electrocuting him; which would've happened at his smaller size, the shock was arousing him.
A loll of his tongue, and another blast of smog from his maw; the wolger leaned against the house behind him. Nearly crushing the house if it weren't for the ingenious structural support that the two hybrids had come up with, Tsuchi had let his hands play along his growing shaft. Coaxing it out more and more into the frigid December air as he let out soft whines. Growing bigger made him come in contact with more power lines, which covered more of his sac, which made him more aroused! It was getting to be too much to keep quiet about.
"God... damn." He panted heavily as he looked at what was growing out of him, it was nearly as long as he was tall! And nearly as thick as his arms! Even the slightest touch brought him closer to the edge, and grazing his own claws down the length of it made him nearly go insane with pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut before he felt another surge of growth rise up through him. He lay on the ground next to the house; his legs nearly circling his sac as his pride was pointed skywards.
With such a grand expanse of obsidian flesh open to the elements, Mother Nature took no time in doing what she does best in winter. Causing cold winds to roll across the world. As those winds collided and caressed the wolger's shaft; he let out a growl as he tried to hold himself back. Globules of pre rolling down the massive length as his teeth clenched shut. His hands holding onto the knot, his claws slightly pricking at it as he let out a hard pant.
Another wind rolled over him and he let out a low whine. He knew the draolf had to be behind this wind! No one else knew just how to make him go insane like this! Pre started to pool onto his stomach and roll down between his balls as another wind just delicately touched itself to his shaft. And he couldn't hold himself back as he felt a giant load just geyser itself up high into the sky.
Massive load after load of sizzling spunk rocketed itself up into the sky. It took nearly several minutes to completely empty himself, and even afterwards there were trickles oozing themselves down onto his torso. His eyes closed as he felt himself shrink down, ever part of him being caressed by that cold wind; causing him to orgasm just a bit more as he clenched at the bite of the chill.
As he reached the normal size for the wolger that he was this morning, his hearing; through his haze, caught the sound of someone whistling. To the tune of the song that he heard this morning. As he looked over in the direction of it; snowflakes started to fall and he blushed as one of them landed on his nose.
"Let it snow\~ Let it snow\~ Let it snow\~" Hummed the draolf as he strolled over towards Tsuchi. A devious grin was being worn on the draolf's muzzle as he leaned down and kissed Tsuchi's forehead a bit. "Happy Brithday, ya old mutt." He grinned wide, sticking his tongue out as a snowflake landed on that. "Seems ya liked the cake," giggled the draolf as he stood back up and started to head inside. Leaving Tsuchi blushing like a madman and scrambling after him; yelling his name and other colorful words.
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Title: Drachenherz Teil 34 by Surasshu
Tags: Cat, Dragon, Fight, Fox, German Language, Human, Magic, Other, Raptor, Story Series, Violence
Die Sonne strahlte, die Vögel zwitscherten, es war Zeit für eine Mission!
Zusammen mit Shadow, Alice und Shiba begab sich Surasshu auf eine Mission.Es war eine Jagd-Mission, an der auch zwei weitere Clans teilnahmen."Man, was bin ich gespannt auf diese Mission!", jubelte Surasshu glücklich.Auch die andere waren froh, wieder mit dem „alten" Surasshu auf eine Mission zu gehen."Man, du bist ja richtig aufgeregt, Surasshu!", kommentierte Shiba Surasshus Verhalten.
"Es ist eine Jagd-Mission, da bin ich immer aufgeregt!Vor allem, da man da auf andere Clans trifft.Mal sehen, wer es dieses mal ist."Da rollte Alice mit den Augen und meinte:"Wahrscheinlich hat er mal wieder den Teil, in dem die anderen Clans erwähnt werden überflogen."Shadow hingegen hatte da eine andere Theorie:"Oder er es mit Absicht nicht gelesen.Kann doch auch sein oder?"Sie zuckte nur mit den Achseln und ging dann weiter.
Am Abend erreichte die Gruppe dann den Treffpunkt, der von den Mitgliedern des ersten Clans, dem Clan „Blattspecht" ausgemacht wurde.Von diesem Clan wurden drei Mitglieder, ein Fuchs und zwei Katzen entsandt.Der Fuchs winkte sie zu sich und begrüßte sie höflich.An ihrer Kleidung konnte man sofort erkennen, dass die Spezialität ihres Clans Jagd-Missionen waren, da sie alle einen Bogen und mehrere Messer mit sich trugen.
Jedoch wirkten sie recht verschlafen, da sie immer zu gähnten.Mein Name ist Frank.Die zwei hier heißen Elleara und Valaia. Wir sind vom Clan....Blattspecht und begrüßen euch.", stellte er sich und seine Kameradinnen mehrmals gähnend vor."Wir sind Surasshu, Shadow, Alice und Shiba...ääh ich meine Mr. Stern vom Clan Drachenherz.", stellte Surasshu sich und seine Gruppe vor.
"Der andere Clan, der auch diesen Auftrag ausgestellt hat befindet sich bereits in der Nähe des Gebietes, in dem wir dieses Mission erledigen werden.", erklärte Frank ihnen."Und wo soll das genau sein?", fragte Shadow neugierig."In der Eiswüste, südwestlich der nördlichen Gebirge.", antwortete Elleara. In den Eiswüsten?Für Surasshu war dieser Ort nichts unbekanntes, jedoch musste er zugeben, dass er dort noch kein einziges mal war.
"Es gibt Gerüchte, dass dort sogenannte „Eisgiganten": riesige, Echsen-artigee Tiere, mit einem knapp sieben Meter langem Schwanz, gewaltigen Reiszähnen, die alleszerreißenn könnten, hätten aber ein so weißes Schuppenkleid, dass es beinah zu Schade wäre, sie zu töten."Dieses Jahr soll ihre Population eine gefährliche Zahl erreichen, daher bekommen viele Clans den Auftrag, einige zu erlegen.", erzählte Frank.
"Zur Zeit sind es rund eintausend Tiere, von denen mindestens dreihundert erlegt werden müssen."Dreihundert?Bei dieser Zahl fragte Surasshu sich, wie viele Clans wohl mit dieser Mission beschäftigt sein müssen."Wir wollen dann auch mal keine Zeit verlieren.Der nächste Zug in Richtung Eiswüste fährt in etwa einer Stunde.Danach sind es noch drei Stunden Fußmarsch bis zur Wüste.", erklärte Frank ihnen und zeigte ihnen den Weg.
„Ach übrigens: Alice, richtig?Du solltest dir was wärmeres anziehen.Das wird nämlich ganz schön kalt da oben."Alice schaute ihn nur lächelnd an und erwiderte dann:"Kein Problem."Sofort zückte sie, wie aus dem nichts eine Winterjacke und den dazu passenden Schal."Ok, ich bin von Rieder gewöhnt, dass er aus seinen Taschen irgendwelche Sachen ziehen kann aber du, Alice?", fragte Surasshu verwundert.
"Ich hab halt ein paar Extra-Taschen.Da passt halt viel rein.", erklärte sie sich und steckte die Jacke wieder weg.Der Fuchs lächelte nur und meinte, dass er sich jetzt keine Sorgen mehr um sie machen müsse."Warum ist Khad oder Rockwell nicht mitgekommen?Das wäre doch eigentlich was für die oder?", fragte Shiba interessiert."Soweit ich weis sind die beiden mit Sylvia ebenfalls auf einer Jagd-Mission.", erzählte Surasshu.
"Es ist ja auch Jagd-Saison!Da wird man mit solchen Missionen quasi überschüttet!", meinte Valaia, die neben Surasshu herging.Ihr Fell war kastanienbraun mit einigen schwarzen Streifen.Sie hatte einen leichten Gang, scheinbar um weniger Energie zu verschwenden.Sie machte einen freundlichen Eindruck, auch wenn sie etwas verschlafen wirkte.
"Die Jagd-Saison beginnt zwei Monate vor der Ausgrabungsmission in Pytha.", erklärte sie zusammengefasst da man ihr ansah, dass die ganze Erklärung deutlich zu lang wäre."Da vorne ist der Bahnhof!", zeigte Frank mit dem Finger auf einen gut beleuchteten Bahnhof.Sie gingen in den Bahnhof, begaben sich zum Gleis und stiegen dann auch sofort in den Zug ein.
Der nächste Tag brach heran. Surasshu wachte auf, blinzelte etwas und sah dann aus dem Fenster.Zuerst konnte er wegen dem hellem Licht nicht viel erkennen, dann sah er den weißen Schnee und fühlte sich schon wieder Zuhause.Auch die anderen staunten nicht schlecht, als sie die weiße Landschaft erblickten."Ist ja cool.", meinte Shadow.
"Ist echt schön hier.", fügte Alice hinzu."Glaubt mir, dass ändert sich bald.Spätestens wenn wir einem Eisgiganten gegenüber stehen.", meinte Frank, der gerade in ihr Abteil kam."Wir sind gleich da, macht euch bereit zum abreisen."Alle nickten nur und packten ihre Sachen zusammen.Mit dem anhalten des Zuges stiegen die beiden Clans aus und machten sich auf den Weg.
Es war ein weiter, beschwerlicher und vor allem kalter Weg zu dem dritten und letztem Clan, der an dieser Mission teilnahm."Ist d-d-doch etwas kälter hier oben.", stotterte Shadow leicht während des Marsches."I-In der T-T-Tat.", stammelte Shiba zurück."Hört auf hier so rum zu jammern!", beschwerte Alice sich, der bereits der Rotz aus der Nase lief.Dazu hingegen war Surasshu froh, seine vertraute Kälte um sich zu haben.
Dann hörten sie von weiten ein lautes Brüllen.Es war so laut, dass sogar der Schnee am Boden leicht aufsprang.Als es dann wieder aufhörte fragte Surasshu:"Was war das?"Valaia schaute ihn an und antwortete:"Das, Surasshu war ein Eisgigant."
Erschüttert weiteren sich seine Augen.Dieses Brüllen, dieses Mark erschütternde Brüllen soll von einem Eisgiganten stammen?Er dachte sich, dass wenn allein sein brüllen schon so furcheinflößend sei, wie ist es dann wohl, ihm gegenüber zu stehen?
Dann erreichten sie eine Art „Camp" das vom dritten und letztem Clan aufgebaut sein worden muss."Hallo, ist da jemand!", rief Surasshu hinein und wartete auf eine Antwort.Wenig später kamen sie zum Vorschein: die Mitglieder des Clans „Wolkenpendel".Es war ein Ziegenbock, ein Menschenjunge und ein Raptor."Da seid ihr ja endlich!Freut mich, euch kennen zu lernen.Mein Name ist Alon.", stellte sich der Ziegenbock zuerst vor.
Er hatte ein graues Fell, trug eine Jeansjacke, eine braune Wanderhose und schwarze Wanderstiefel."Ich heiße Dwayn, freut mich.", stellte sich der Mensch vor.Er hatte weinrote Haare, trug am linken Ohr einen Feder-förmigen Ohrring.Seine Kleidung bestand aus einer weißen Winterjacke, braunen Jeans und schwarze Mokassins."Und mein Name ist Tolei.", stellte sich der Raptor vor.
Er trug einen blauen Mantel, darunter ein weißes Hemd, eine graue Cordhose und braune Wanderschuhe."Ein nettes Lager habt ihr hier aufgeschlagen.", kommentierte Surasshu das Lager, dass die drei aufgeschlagen hatten. Alon schaute Surasshu an und stimmte ihm nur zu."Wir sind schon seit gestern hier und haben auch schon zwei Eisgiganten gesehen.", erzählte er.
"Wir haben vorhin einen gehört.", erzählte Shadow stolz."War ganz schon furchterregend muss ich sagen."Dwayn lachte nur und meinte, dass das ganz normal sei, beim ersten mal jedoch."Glaub mir, wenn du schon bei einem Angst bekommst dann will ich nicht wissen was du machst, wenn hier zehn oder mehr von denen brüllen!", meinte er nur lachend.Verdutzt schaute Shadow den Jungen an und musste dann selber kurz lachen.
"Ich werde mir schon nichts ins Hemd machen, schließlich bin ich Wolf!Das wäre doch gelacht, wenn ich vor so was Angst hätte!", erwiderte er mit stolz gestreckter Brust.
Am Abend saßen dann alle um ein Lagerfeuer versammelt und erzählten sich voneinander.Dabei kam heraus, dass die beiden Clans, mit denen Surasshus Gruppe hier war sich bereits für die Ausgrabungsmission angemeldet hatte."Wir sind da jedes Jahr; da findet man immer die coolsten Sachen!", jubelte Frank aufgeregt, als könnte er es gar nicht mehr abwarten dort hinzu gehen.
"Das stimmt.Allein letztes Jahr fanden wir eine alte Statue die jetzt den Garten unseres Clans schmückt.Sie sieht aus wie ein weißer Tiger und ist dazu in einem recht gutem Zustand.", erzählte Tolei von ihrem Fund damals."Das muss ja richtig coole Sache sein da mit zumachen.", meinte Shiba interessiert."Das ist es auch.Ich meine, alles, was nicht dem dies jährigem Ziel der Suche gilt darf man behalten!Dafür gibt es zwar keine Bezahlung aber hey; finde was cooles und vergiss die Bezahlung!"
Als er diesen Satz hörte wusste Surasshu, wo er als nächstes unbedingt hin will: auf die Ausgrabungsmission!
Später lagen sie dann alle in verschiedenen Zelten; nur Surasshu nicht.Er saß draußen und schauten in den Himmel.Er mochte diese Kälte, beinah hatte er vergesse wie sehr.Es war schön ruhig, nur ein paar schwache Lichter erhellten zwei Zelte."Wie ich das vermisst habe.", dachte er sich und streifte sich dabei durch die weißen Haare.Dann stand er auf, zog sein Schwert und hielt es vor sich.Es fühlte sich nicht mehr so schwer, wie an dem Tag, an dem er es herstellte.Dann schwang er es mehrere Male, in verschiedene Richtungen.
Mit jedem Hieb wurde es leichter, genauer.Er stellte sich vor, dass vor ihm eine Holzfigur, die er genau treffen musste damit zu sie zerfiel stand.Er schloss die Augen, konzentrierte sich auf diese Figur.Dann schlug er zu, einmal von links, dreimal von oben und einmal stach er.Dann machte er einen Schritt zurück und sah, wie die Figur vor seinen Augen zerfiel.
"Ich bin gut.", sagte er sich lächelnd und steckte sein Schwert weg.Er schlich sich vorsichtig ins Zelt, legte sich auf die Matratze neben dem bereits schlafendem Shadow und schlief dann auch sofort ein.
Der nächste morgen brach heran; Surasshu sprang auf, streckte sich ausgiebig und verlies das Zelt.Seine Stiefel machten ein stampfendes Geräusch im Schnee während Dwayn, Valaia und Elleara ein Feuer machten."Wo habt ihr das Holz her?", fragte er sie."Wir haben immer Holz dabei.Für den Fall, dass wir einen neuen Bogen oder Pfeile brauchen.", antwortete Elleara und warf noch ein Stück Holz auf das Feuer.
"Verstehe.", meinte Surasshu halblaut und ging wieder weg.Er ging zu Alon, der mit dem Blick hinaus auf die weite Eiswüste vor dem Camp stand."Morgen.", begrüßte er ihn. Alon grüßte zurück und wurde dann gefragt, was er hoffe zu sehen."Ich hoffe, dass ich einen Eisgiganten sehe und ihm mal so richtig das Maul stopfen kann.", antwortete er unruhig.
"Woah, du scheinst die ja richtig zu mögen.", meinte Surasshu sarkastisch.Da lachte Alon leicht."Ich mag sie, wirklich, vor allem da einer dieser Bastarde die letzte Gruppe, mit der ich hier war getötet hat."Schockiert schaute Surasshu den Bock an.Er fragte ihn noch einmal was er da gerade gesagt hatte."Vor drei Jahren war ich schon mal hier.Zusammen mit vier anderen sollten wir einen Eisgiganten erlegen.Etwas lief schief und der Gigant hat sie alle außer mich getötet.Und damit ich weis, welcher es war hab ich ihm eine schöne Narbe in den Arm geschnitten kurz bevor er verschwand."
Alon drehte sich zu Surasshu und sagte, dass er nur hier ist, um diesen einen Giganten zu erlegen."Deswegen schaue ich hinaus in die Wüste: damit ich ihn finden und mich an ihm rächen kann!"Alon ging wieder zurück ins Camp und setzte sich ans Feuer. Surasshu blieb stehen und musste über das, was Alon gerade sagte nach denken.Er fragte sich, ob ihm dasselbe widerfahren würde; ob Alice, Shadow und Shiba auch sterben würden."Nein.", sagte er sich und schüttelte den Kopf."Das lasse ich nicht zu!"
Gegen Mittag, nach einem großem Mittagessen begaben sich alle auf den Weg in die Wüste in der Hoffnung, einen Eisgiganten zu finden und ihn zu erlegen.Weit weg von ihrem Lager erblickte Frank eine große, weiße, sich bewegende Masse.Er holte aus seiner Tasche ein Fernrohr, schaute hindurch und atmete erstaunt auf."Da ist einer!", rief er aufgeregt.Die anderen schauten den Fuchs an und fragten, was da genau war.
"Da vorne ist ein Eisgigant!", antwortete er und versetzte alle dadurch in helle Aufregung."Na dann los!Tun wir das, wofür wir hier sind!", meinte Surasshu und lief als erster los.
Der Eisgigant, welcher immer näher kam wirkte mit jedem näher kommendem Meter größer und größer, bis sie vor einem knapp zehn Meter hohem Ungetüm standen.Sie zogen ihre Waffen, machten sich kampfbereit und wurden dann von Frank in den Kampf geschickt.
Surasshu rannte neben Shadow her, der wie er sein Schwert zog."Also dann, Surasshu!Auf geht's!", schrie er nur.Der Gigant bemerkte sie erst gar nicht, erst als Shadow sein Schwert in dessen Bein rammte und dieses dann als Kletter-Hilfe nahm wurde er langsam unruhig.Auch Surasshu nutzte diese Idee und folgte dem Wolf nach oben.Vor dem Tier stehend begann Alice leicht zu zittern. Shiba reichte ihr seine Hand und fragte sie:"Soll ich dich mitnehmen?"
Sie schaute in sein Gesicht, nickte nur und kletterte auf seinen Schoß.Danach sprang er, wie eine Rakete nach oben an den beiden Kletterern vorbei."Angeber!", rief Shadow ihm noch hinterher. Shiba lächelte kurz und sprang dann weiter hinauf.Währenddessen bezogen Frank, Valaia und Elleara mit ihren Bögen in einem gewissen Abstand zum Giganten Schützenstellung.
"Wir müssen auf seine Arme zielen.", schlug Frank vor."Du bist der Boss, Frank", erwiderte Valaia und legte den Pfeil an.In Windeseile schnellten drei Pfeile von den Sehnen ihrer Bögen direkt in das linke Bein des Eisgiganten.Dieser knurrte nur etwas, schaute zu den eher mickrigen Pfeilen an seinem Bein und ging einfach weiter.
Auf dem Rücken ihres Ziels angekommen mussten Alice und Shiba feststellen, dass der Rücken des Giganten einem Kamm ähnelte."Ziemlich cool", meinte Shiba lässig.Verwundert und mit einem verwirrtem Blick dachte Alice sich nur ihren Teil dabei und fragte ihren Kollegen dann, was sie als nächstes machen sollen. Shiba schaute sich um und zuckte nur mit den Achseln.
"Keine Ahnung.", meinte er nur.Alice schaute ihn an, wollte etwas sagen als Shadow und Surasshu ankamen."Fangen wir an!", rief Surasshu und schaute sich um."Lasst uns dieses Vieh so schnell wie möglich kalt machen!""Und wie sollen wir das anstellen?", fragte Alice. Surasshu schaute sich um und wurde dann auf einige offene Stellen, scheinbar noch nicht verheilte Wunden auf dem Rücken des Giganten aufmerksam.
"Fangen wir mit denen an!", rief er und rannte zu einer Wunde.Er zog sein Schwert, rammte es in die Wunde und drehte es ein paar mal am Griff.Noch keine Reaktion.Dann ging Shadow zu einer Wunde und tat dasselbe.Immer noch keine Reaktion. Shiba rannte zu einer weiteren Wunde in der Nähe der Hüfte, zog seine Pistolen und schoss mehrere Male in die Wunde.
Das Blut spritzte ihm dabei einige male auf die Hose, aber das war´s ihm wert.Leider immer noch keine Reaktion seitens des Giganten.Dann war Alices Zug: sie zückte ihren Pinsel, tunkte in einen Becher mit grüner Farbe und strich damit über die Wunde in der Nähe der rechten Schulter."Säuremalerei."Die Farbe brannte sich förmlich in das Fleisch des Tieres, was es sofort bemerkte und stoppte.
Frank, Valaia, Elleara, Alon, Dwayn und Tolei sahen zu, wieder Gigant begann, sich wild zu schütteln, als würde etwas ihn kratzen.Dann brüllte er sogar, sehr laut sogar.
Shiba rannte sofort hinüber zu Alice, als diese gerade ihren Halt verlor und drohte hinab zufallen.Er schaffte es, sie an einer Hand zu packen und zu halten."Alice!", rief er angestrengt.Er konnte so kaum noch halten, der Gigant bewegte sich so hastig, dass er beinah selber hinab fiel."Shiba!", rief jemand von unten.Er schaute an Alice vorbei und sah Dwayne unten stehen.
"Lass sie fallen ich fang sie auf!", schrie er."Das werde ich ganz bestimmt nicht!", weigerte er sich."Jetzt mach schon!Ich schwöre dir, dass ich sie auffangen werde!", schwor er."Wenn du sie nicht fallen lässt fällst du am Ende selber runter!"Zögerlich schaute Shiba zuerst Alice, dann Dwayne an.Er sah nicht so aus, als könnte er sie so einfach auffangen.
Doch er hatte Recht: wenn er sie noch länger halten würde, würde er mit hinunterfallen."Ich vertraue dir, Dwayne!"Er lies sie los, hörte wie sie herunterfiel."Also dann.", meinte Dwayne und schlug die Hände zusammen."Zeig dich: Nachtschmetterling!"Der Schnee unter ihm färbte sich schwarz.Ein zwei mal zwei Meter großer schwarzer Schmetterling erhob sich mit ihm auf sich hinauf zu der fallenden Alice.
Als er hoch genug war fing er sie einfach auf und lächelte sie an.Danach schaute er zu Shiba hoch und rief:"Nur damit du es weist: ich halte meine Versprechen!""Freut mich zu hören, danke!", bedankte Shiba sich und widmete sich wieder dem festen Stand auf dem Rücken des Ungetüms."Wir müssen zusehen, dass er sich nicht mehr bewegen kann!", rief Surasshu den beiden zu.
"Ist gut!Ich übernehme sein linkes Bein!", antwortete Shadow."Und ich sein rechtes!", fügte Shiba hinzu."Gut, dann übernehme ich die Arme!", rief Surasshu und rannte hinauf.
Während die drei Mitglieder des Clans Blattspecht damit beschäftigt waren, den riesigen Eisgiganten mit Hilfe ihrer Pfeile zu Fall zu bringen machten sich Tolei und Alon bereit, sich ihm entgegen zu stellen.Dazu nahm jeder der beiden ein Schwert, dass in seiner Größe jedoch alles übertraf: der Griff war knapp zwei Meter lang, die Klinge etwa einen Meter achtzig lang.
Mit diesen schwer wirkenden Waffen gingen die beiden ziemlich gelassen vor den Giganten und warteten scheinbar nur darauf, zu zuschlagen.
Zur selben Zeit kamen die drei Mitglieder des Clans Drachenherz an ihren jeweiligen Zielen an: Shadow am rechten, Shiba m linken Bein und Surasshu an den beiden Armen."Dann wollen wir mal anfangen!", rief Shiba, zog seine Waffen und schoss dann mehrere male in die Haut des Tieres.Wenig später konnte das Tier sich auf dem Bein nicht mehr halten und fiel in diesem Bereich zu Boden.
"Hach, ich liebe meinen Job.", meinte er nur gelassen und stellte seine Brille dabei wieder etwas hoch. Shadow stand da, holte erst einmal tief Luft bevor er sein Schwert so stark es ging in das Bein rammte.Dann noch einmal, noch einmal bis die gesamte Klinge im Fleisch verschwunden war."Also dann will ich dich mal ein wenig Musik kosten lassen!Schallbrecher!", meinte er lachend.
Man hörte es zwar nur dumpf, aber allein durch die Vibrationen, die diese Schallwelle auslöste wurde der Knochen des anderen Beines so stark gebrochen, dass er auch diesem nicht mehr stehen konnte.Jetzt blieb nur noch Surasshu übrig.Er wollte gerade zum linken Bein rennen, als Alon ihm zurief, dass sie das übernehmen würden.Erst jetzt bemerkte er, was für Waffen die beiden in den Händen hielten.
Sie rannten los, hielten nicht an und schliffen ihre Schwerter hinter sich.Selbst das laute, hasserfüllte Brüllen des Giganten konnte sie jetzt nicht mehr aufhalten.Kurz vor ihm hielten sie an, holten aus und schwangen ihre Schwerter.Mit einer unglaublichen, fast schon perfekten Genauigkeit schlugen die beiden aneinander vorbei und durchschlugen beide Arme des Eisgiganten.
Danach spritzte das Blut in einer einzigen Fontäne; die Arme des Giganten fielen einfach ab und landeten im Schnee.In diesem Moment verlor Surasshu seinen Halt und war für einen kurzen Moment schwerelos.Doch das brachte ihn nicht aus der Fassung; er nahm sein Schwert, zielte auf den Kopf des Giganten und rammte sein Schwert so tief er nur konnte hinein.Dem folgte ein letzter, verzweifelter Brüller des Eisgiganten, bevor er dann immer stiller werdender zusammenbrach.
Minuten später standen dann alle vor dem erlegtem Tier und sahen es an."Das war ein Kampf.", meinte Surasshu leise.Er schaute das Tier an und konnte nicht glauben das er es war, der ihm den Gnadenstoß gab.Er schloss die Augen und sprach innerlich ein Gebet:"Ruhe in Frieden."Danach verbrannten sie die Leiche des Tieres und sahen ihm dabei zu."Es sind noch mindestens fünf weitere, die wir erlegen müssen.", meinte Alon schließlich."Heute jedoch nicht mehr.Morgen.", entgegnete Surasshu ihm bestimmend.Der Bock sah ihn an, nickte und folgte seiner Bitte.
Und obwohl sie bereit waren, diese fünf Eisgiganten zu erlegen wussten sie nicht, auf wen sie noch treffen würden.
Fortsetzung folgt.....
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Title: A Bad Boy's Love Ch. 02
Tags: roommate, college love, japanese-american, revenge
*My first erotic fiction, actually. Thanks for all the comments on this story. It's a good ego-booster. Constructive criticism is fine by me, too. I once saw something a Literotica author posted; an author's only reward is feedback, so if you like the story, go ahead and give a holler. Enjoy. ;)*
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Kei was naked, his tight ass waving in front of my eyes. I spread those lovely cheeks apart, exposing his small, puckered hole. "Don't tease me, Jake. *Hayaku!*" He begged wantonly, his voice heavy-laden with lust.
My hand reached below to stroke his erect cock, already wet with need while I leaned forward and murmured in his ear. "You like that, Kei baby? I'm going to take you right to nirvana and beyond." I lubed up my own swollen cock, as I prepared to plunge into him...and woke up drenched in my own sweat. No wonder that line was so corny.
"Fuck!!" I ran a hand through my sweat-slicked hair, and tried to calm my racing heart, absent-mindedly adjusting my very erect cock in my shorts. I was starting to get weary of these dreams, no, nightmares, which never failed to pursue me relentlessly night after night ever since "the incident". (Refer to Ch. 01)
I looked down at The Man and scowled. "I'd thought you'd have reacted to some hot chick instead. NOT some hot dude, who isn't hot at all, in my opinion."
I love girls. I really do. Innocent-looking schoolgirl ones, Asian ones, biker chicks with D-cup boobs...I love them all. So far, I have never reacted to any man, for any reason. Sure, there were the couple of times in bathrooms where I've snuck peeks at a guy's dick before, just to compare sizes (Note: mine is usually bigger and better) but nothing sexual.
In fact, I was pretty much sure I was a hetero since I'd never even thought of anything remotely gay like checking out some guy's ass. Huge problem now, though. I think I'm not so sure of myself anymore.
Classes were boring. I wish I'd skipped them. One of my favorite hideouts to escape pesky lecturers is the library. No one but nerds go there, and no nerd in his right frame of mind would ever try to awaken me from my slumber. Unless he has a death wish, of course.
Planning to skip the following class, I headed to the library. Coincidentally, Keisuke was there, reading quietly at a table with a pile of thick research-looking books. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Studious." I smiled graciously and pulled up a chair beside him.
He glanced up in surprise, then resumed reading his book on Marsupial Life, but not before I'd managed to catch a tinge of fear behind those dark, stormy eyes. Aha. So he does know that I'll be having sweet revenge for what he did to my poor, battered ego the other night.
"What brings you out here, so far from your usual domain, O Great One?" His neutral voice dripped sarcasm.
I sighed dramatically. "Not much. I'd caught a whiff of some pretty boy, and my nose had insisted I follow the scent so..." I shrugged and spread out my arms. "Here I am. Your Prince Charming, about to save you from the boredom of your Marsupials."
Kei snorted in disgust. "Right. If *you're* Prince Charming, then I'm Brad Pitt."
I smirked. "Can't you take a joke, Kei? Sheez. Loosen up, dude. Don't get your panties in a knot."
He glared at me and stood up, turning to leave. I grabbed his arm before he wandered off too far. "Alright, alright. No more panty jokes for you. Sit. Chat with me."
Kei resumed his just-vacated chair and looked at me. "Chat? I wonder what sort of topics we have in common." For some reason, his intense gaze unnerved me. I could take his glares and scowls, but this? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
"The common topics. Like, how many siblings do you have, what's your favorite color, favorite food, uhh...favorite subject..." I ticked off an absurd list of what I actually wanted to know about him. Besides other secret secrets, of course.
Silence hung in the air for awhile. He assessed me at first to see if I was making fun of him, and then when he'd decided that I wasn't, he actually started answering them. "No siblings, I'm an only child. My dad is Japanese and my mom's American. Color. Hmm. Probably shades of blue. I hate *sashimi*. If you didn't know, it's a Japanese delicacy. It's raw seafood like slices of tuna, salmon and such. I like fish and chips with tartar sauce. I never get sick of it. I live for art. Painting's a stress-reliever. Your turn."
That was quite interesting. It was a tad strange to feel no animosity at all between us for once, but I was in the mood to be even weirder. I raised an eyebrow. "So this is like a two-way street? Kay. I'm an orphan, so I don't have siblings or anyone whom I'd consider as one. Favorite sub? Math, because there is only one answer for everything. I like the color black, as it suits my jaded personality and Italian pasta. God. Thinking of *spaghetti carbonara* now is making me drool." I rolled my eyes up to the heavens mockingly.
That was when I saw it. It started with a small smile, then a chuckle and it blossomed into a full-blown laugh, complete with a show of white teeth. It was at that moment when I knew that I'd fallen in love. His head thrown back, the corded muscles visible at his neck made him look so, so sexy, not to mention that deep, throaty laugh. I'd never seen him laugh that way before, with his little buddies.
"Shhh! Quiet, please. This is the library, young man." The plump librarian lady hushed us up.
We looked at each other and snickered. "Whoops. My bad. Looks like I'm bad influence, eh?" I grinned at Kei's amused expression.
"Seems that way." His smile faded for a moment and he turned pensive. "So you're an orphan? Sorry to hear that. Must have been tough growing up." He shot me a sympathetic glance.
Pity. That was one of the things I loathed most in the world, and I hate to be looked upon like some sad, pathetic case, especially by someone who knows nothing about me.
I shrugged. "It's all in the past. Growing up on the streets isn't as bad as what other people make it out to be. What you have to do is make a name for yourself. For me, I was pretty good at street fights, so whenever some guy needed help, he'd sort of hire me. That's how I get paid."
I'd lied. A little. It still affected me sometimes, knowing that I was an unwanted child. Looking at families chatting animatedly and laughing together makes my heart ache still. It's the feeling of being so completely alone, that there is no one who'd care even if you were killed, that turned me into the cynic that I am today.
Kei looked at me for awhile. There are those who say that eyes are like windows to the soul. I hoped that the person who created that quote was a big, fat liar. Scratching his chin thoughtfully, he said "I see."
That was all he said after I'd laid bare my painful past to him. Just as I was about to put an end to the discussion, and probably his snotty little high-life, he looked away and asked, "You remember that day when we met in the locker room?"
"Yeah. What about it?" I answered in a clipped tone, feeling not too generous right now.
He looked down at the table. "I was on the phone with my dad. I hate him, which explains why I got so mad when you made fun of me then."
I wasn't too sure of what to feel with this strange turn of events. Here he was, baring his secret to me and I was just sitting there dumbfounded, like a dork. I managed an apology, even though I only half-meant it. "Sorry. It's just that I could tell that you...well. You're not being yourself, to put it in polite terms. It's probably not obvious, except to me, so I suppose you don't have to worry."
He looked so cute sitting there, fidgeting and shooting nervous looks at me to gauge my reaction. By now, I'd come to terms with my gay-ish thoughts of him.
Kei swallowed. "This is my first time actually talking to someone about this. Honestly, I'd never thought it'd be you. You're right, though. *Otou-san wa...*I mean, my dad, has high expectations of me. I have to keep my grades up and report my progress in clubs as well to him. He shows me off like some piece of chattel to his friends at parties, and keeps telling me that I have to uphold the family name since I'll be taking over the family business in the future."
I whistled. "Whoa. Sounds tough. No wonder you opted to live out here."
Scoffing, he retorted, "Tough? It was a hell-hole, that's what it was. It's like, you don't have a say in anything and you're his personal slave."
"Well. What a way to put it. Can I have you as my slave?" I batted my eyelashes at him flirtatiously.
"In your dreams." He playfully smacked my head, not knowing he already was a sex slave in my dreams. Just then, the bell rang and we said our goodbyes. Things had changed for the better, and we'd made plans for dinner. I think it had slipped his mind that he still had a debt to pay, and I wanted it cleared by tonight.
By six, our classes had ended and we headed out to Italiano Restauranté. It was a sight to behold for some of our acquaintances to see the sun and the moon chatting together like old buddies. I picked a secluded corner of the restaurant, and was pleased to note that the table cloths, as expected, draped all the way down to the floor. I chose to sit next to him on the booth.
As Kei flipped through the menu, I slid my hand under the white table cloth and right on top of his crotch. He jumped in shock and looked at me with disbelief and betrayal. "Why don't you order, Kei? Let's not keep this nice waitress waiting, shall we? *Spaghetti Alio Olio with Portobello* and a glass of orange juice for me, please." I flashed her a smile and proceeded to unzip his fly, massaging his growing erection over his boxers.
His face turned pale as he tried to focus on the menu, finally choking out a "*Bolognaise* for me and water." He didn't dare push my hand away, not whilst the waitress was here without making it too obvious as to what we were doing.
When she left, Kei hissed at me in anger. "What the HELL are you doing, Jake? Take your fucking hand out right NOW before I–" He gasped when my hand delved inside, pulling out his cock from within his boxers.
I smiled as I stroked his cock with slow, steady strokes, rubbing the sensitive tip with my thumb. "Try not to make too much noise, Kei baby. You don't want to be caught with your cock sticking out like that, do you?" I liked the look of fear in his eyes. He was so turned on in anticipation of what I was going to do to him, yet afraid of the consequences. I wonder if that made me a sadist.
"Relax. I won't hurt you. It's just to call it even, you know. You know that you deserve this for how you treated me then, don't you?"
Kei squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, a visible muscle ticking at his jaw. "Feeling aroused much? See how wet you are? Maybe you've an exhibitionist streak in you after all." I drawled, enjoying the expressions of want and desire on his face.
Just when I launched into a full-blown hand job, making him sputter and gasp and even occasionally moan, the waitress arrived with our meals and drinks. He bit his lip hard when I didn't stop my hand movements, clenching his hands into fists at the table and struggling to steady his hips.
The waitress took one look at his perspiring, pain-twisted expression and assumed it for something else. "Sir? Are you feeling alright? Do you feel ill anywhere?" She must have been the most dense homosapien alive.
With her attention fully focused on Kei, he started to panic. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. I ju...just need to rest for awhile. That's all. Thanks."
I smiled at her. "Thanks for worrying about my good friend here." I continued to stroke his cock, building a faster rhythm.
Her name was Alice on her name tag. "You're welcome, sir. Please enjoy your meals." She smiled and left. Another wicked thought entered my mind.
I glanced at Kei. The moment the waitress disappeared from our sight, his hips moved of its own accord, sliding his cock in and out of my closed hand as he stifled his groans with the back of his hand. "St...stop. Please, Jake. *Yameru yo. Tanomu zo*."
"You know, I don't understand much of the Japanese that you're spouting. So I won't even pretend to. Since you've obeyed my wishes so far, I'll give you a nice reward." I took my hand off his straining erection, and I heard a small sound of protest. He looked disappointed and relieved. Eyes glazed over with lust, tousled dark hair and slightly parted lips; he was the epitome of an exotic-looking sex siren, and he was beyond what Pamela Anderson could ever be.
Simply irresistible. I leaned over, gave him a peck on the lips, surveyed my surroundings quickly and disappeared beneath the silky table cloth. Before Kei could even digest the fact that I'd kissed him, I was already enjoying the view and taste of him.
It was quite a juicy-looking cock, about seven inches long and slightly curved. It twitched in response when I traced a finger down its length teasingly.
By now, I'd noticed that all of Kei's protests had died down to heavy breathing, as he felt me smear his precum all over the rounded tip of his cock, though I doubted that he'd thank me for this when he was back to his normal self.
I bent my head over his cock and ran my tongue around the rim of his knob, eliciting a low groan from him. Encouraged, I dragged my tongue over the entire underside of his erection, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and worked my way down, feeling him shudder as my lips closed around the base of his shaft.
Almost desperately, Kei thrust his cock repeatedly into my warm mouth, using short, quick movements of his hips. I started bobbing my head up and down his erection, coating it with my saliva. If anyone at all had been looking his way, they'd know what was going on underneath those white sheets because he was starting to make muffled noises and obvious shifts in his seat. Too bad that noises from the other tables drowned out his and people were too busy minding their own businesses than to mind ours.
It was pretty tough not to gag sometimes when Keisuke's cock plunged right to the back of my throat, but sucking cock came very naturally to me from the experience of so many girls going down on me. I knew what felt good for me, at least, and used that to my advantage. I continued my assault on him, loving the sounds of whimpers and muffled moans which escaped him.
There was no way I was going to make it out of the restaurant alive if I didn't take care of little ole' me down there as well. I stroked myself to the same rhythm of my lips on him, and then I felt him tense and mutter some Japanese words again which sounded something like "*Mou...dame! Iku zo! Mou...iku!!*"
I couldn't describe the feeling of exhilaration when Kei came in my mouth. I think I came at the same time, just by imagining how hot he looked at our table. I cleaned myself off with a paper napkin and sucked the remaining juices off of his cock. It wasn't an addictive taste, since it was slightly bitter. It's probably an acquired taste, and I was startled to find myself liking that and many other things about him.
Lifting an edge of the table cloth, I made a quick check around me and resumed my place beside him. "So, Kei baby. Was that hot, or was that *hot*?" I smirked victoriously at him. He looked worn-out and sated, with heavy-lidded eyes.
"I am so exhausted; mentally, emotionally, and physically. I'll hit you tomorrow, that's for certain." He looked down at his spaghetti. "And my food's cold." He shot me an accusing look.
"We can switch if you like." I offered him spaghetti which was just as cold as his was. We finished our meal in silence.
It was dark by the time we'd reached our room. As I prepared for sleep, I glanced over to his bed where he was already tucked in, his shirtless back facing me. No doubt he was still pissed at me.
"Hey. Kei."
"No, you're not forgiven even if you beg." Okay. I deserved that.
"I think I'm falling for you."
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Japanese terms:
*Hayaku! :* Faster! or Hurry up!
*Otou-san wa... :* My father is...
*Yameru yo. Tanomu zo. :* Please stop. I'm begging you.
*Mou...dame! Iku zo! Mou...iku!! :* Enough...stop! I'm cumming! I can't...I'm cumming!!
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Title: How it Began Ch. 02
Tags: submissive, submissive men, submissive boy, cum eater, strong woman, sorority sisters, creampie, snowball
Saturday
I woke Saturday morning to an empty bed and lust filled memories
I staggered to my room and threw on gym shorts and a tee shirt and heading to the kitchen where I heard El banging and scraping around with pots and pans.
She turned and smiled and said hello. She was wearing PJ pants, a tee shirt and a light short robe. She was covered and that was fine. She was still cute as could be and just being in the same room with her was having an effect.
She said "Breakfast?"
"Yes please."
A whole bunch of small talk started over eggs and toast and a way too strong pot of coffee I brewed. When we were done we went to the back patio to drink more coffee and read the paper. Yea, the parents are very cute with the paper delivery still.
My cloths from last night were still scattered about the ground. I looked at them and at El and started to get another erection. It was obvious to her what was happening.
"Take those shorts off would you?" she said.
Off they came, I sat down and my erection grew.
"Let's talk for a bit about last night OK?" she said, and then continued.
"Listen, we are not boy friend and girl friend, OK. We are step brother and sister. That doesn't mean we're not going to know each other in a carnal way, because we have and we will. But I have a couple of "boyfriends" at State and I'm happy with that. You OK with all of that so far?" she asked.
I said, "Yup that is just fine with me. I must say I'm a little confused about what happened last night, why I did what you asked and why it was such a turn on."
El said, "I'm not confused at all. I know that my mom and my dad had a special type of relationship. They loved and respected each other, no matter the physical part of the relationship, they supported each other and that was fine. I never really knew what that special physical relationship was, but I knew it may be kinky and private. When my mom first talked with me about marrying your dad, she said your dad and she had that same type of special relationship."
"Well how did you learn it was female led?" I asked.
"That happened a little later. Right before I left for State mom said she had been a member of a sorority there. Mom got quiet for a second and then just went on in a rush. The sorority only takes members who are the smartest and most aggressive and self assured woman on campus. Dominant woman on campus she said. At the time I thought the term odd. She told me the sorority sisters cultivate a cadre of young men to cater to their needs and the needs of the house. No one takes on a boy friend until their senior year at the earliest. The boys are available to the house and serve the sisters in anyway they see fit. It could be as simple as helping out around the house, like with maintenance, building shelves, cutting the lawn, that sort of thing. Things that took time and effort and things men would be proud to do to please a woman. Sounds silly I know, but really, it's not. She then went on to explain that some of the boys were "used" in a sexual fashion. I was shocked as she went on to explain that the boys were chosen because they were submissive and once they embrace their submissiveness, they are taught to serve the woman of the house."
I asked, "Did she say she sought out a submissive man to marry after college?"
"My father was one of the sorority boys, and then my mom's boyfriend and then of course they got married." El said.
"Did you pledge that house your freshman year?" I asked.
"I did." she said. "Last year we brought on 12 new boys who learned everything there was to know about each sister and how to please them. They were available to us after 8PM and on Friday and Saturday nights. The boys have to work out and stay in great shape. They have to maintain a 3.8 grade point average so we leave them to study until 8PM. We also tutor them in academics if they need help. It's funny, one of the guys told me when he takes a physics exam or quiz he gets a hard on. His physic sorority sister tutor gives the best blow jobs in the sorority house and rewards "A's" in a special way. The boys are also tutored in what each sister likes sexually. The boys have to be discrete and not talk about any of the girls or the house in general. We expect them to be gentlemen on campus and boy toys in the house. Of course they are checked for any sexual diseases before they set foot in the house. We have special contacts and privileges at the campus medical center."
"Wow, El, you mean they are sex slaves?" I asked.
"No, I wouldn't say that, I would say they are slaves to sex. Once they realize the benefits of being sexually subservient and submissive they really enjoy making sure we all are happy. But don't forget, they do get to cum a lot. That said, we do have an orgasm denial week where the girls are pleasured as usual and the guys have to wait until Saturday night to cum. It's really amazing what 25 or so crazy horny boys will do."
"I though you said 12", I asked.
"Yea, I did, five are boyfriends of seniors and the rest are hold over's. The boyfriends are not usually in the general mix of boy toys, but they can be if their girlfriends like and during orgasm denial week, everyone is in play. Of course the girls are totally free to do what they want with whomever they like, boyfriend or not. All of the boys, boyfriends or boy toys do what the sorority sisters tell them to do. By the way, when you have a house full of sexually liberated woman and sexually obedient men there are a lot of orgasms happening all the time. There are rules though, the Sorority Boys are limited to sex with the sorority sisters. That is a pledge they have to take. The boyfriends are usually limited to their girlfriends but there is a lot of sharing and the Sorority Sisters can do whatever they want.
By this time my hard on was back and straining more than just a bit.
Looking at my cock she said, "We need to shave you. All the boys are shaved, we like the clean bald cock look. Except the guys that are really hairy, we just clip them close. It looks odd to have a bald space when you are furry. We'll do that later"
I looked down and wondered what my cock would look like shaved, how I would ever go to a gym again, why was I was getting even harder with the thought of being shaved by this woman. I think I was loosing control of my dick to this girl. I looked up at her. She too was gazing at my bobbing cock. She knew exactly what was going on. Finally she spoke.
"John, I think for the next 8 days or so you need to totally let yourself go into my care. Do whatever I ask of you whenever I ask it of you. Don't think about it, don't worry about it, just do it. I'll teach you how to bring me pleasure and you will learn a lot about a woman's body. In that same time I think you will learn a lot about yourself. About what pleases you and what turns you on. I think you will realize you may have some unusual needs but also find some easy solutions to fulfilling those needs. I know from the boyfriends, the guys who have been around the sorority for four years that their attitude toward life, success and happiness is very peaceful, joy filled but still aggressive and manly. Being submissive to a woman you like and eventually may love doesn't make you weaker, it actually makes you stronger. It's not just about you, it's about who ever you are with, it's not about "cumming", it's about sharing joy and pleasure. Giving pleasure turns into your pleasure. Giving up control is a gift not a sacrifice. Control in the hands of the right woman is liberating."
She got on her knees, spread my legs and rested her forearms on my thighs, looking at me.
"The sisters call them newbies, the guys that are found on campus and brought to the sorority to be potential sorority men. The boyfriends also play a role in finding the right guys. Some are chosen out of the locker rooms because they have huge cocks. They usually don't work out. Most are chosen because of their intelligence and curiosity. There is a system that works pretty well. As you would guess most of the boys are not submissive and go about their lives. Of those who are, only a small percent can accept the beauty of it and get totally into the headspace. Those who do end up having remarkably active sex lives with lots of beautiful and smart woman. They learn to embrace who they are as the sisters lead them to further accept their submission and service. Sometimes it's beautiful lovemaking and other times it raw and bawdy sex, just hard cocks and dripping pussies, but either way, it is a lots of fun. From the look of that cock, you have potential" she said with a laugh.
We both looked down at my cock. It was doing the cock head beating against my stomach thing again.
She went on, "You have already passed one of the biggest tests and one that is finite, it is the only total eliminator for joining the sorority." She paused and look me in the eyes.
"You didn't resist at all when I told you I was going to snowball you." she said.
I flushed red with embarrassment and looked down. El of course saw I was uncomfortable.
She said, "John look at me."
I did but it was hard to not look away. I forced myself to just look at her beautiful face no matter how embarrassed I was.
She spoke. "John, you're a natural cum eater. From my perspective and the perspective of the sorority, that is a good thing. In fact, if you were not a cum eater we would not be having this conversation right now. It's a requirement to be a sorority boy. Our logic is this, if men expect woman to swallow their sperm, we expect men to swallow sperm too. What's good for the gander is good for the goose, to crumple a metaphor. This usually is what disqualifies potential sorority boys. They just can't bring themselves to do it. I'm glad to see you are a realist and not homophobic in a heterosexual way. We look at it as a sign of respect by the men toward the sorority sisters. Kind of, I will do for you all that I ask you to do for me, or put another way, I will do whatever you ask of me and learn to enjoy it. It's a test and a sign of respect and you should be proud not embarrassed that you wanted to please me so much you swallowed your cum when asked. By the way, you will be swallowing all of your cum from every orgasm you have with me, all my boys do. It turns me on when a guy does it. Being such a willing cum eater also confirms for me that you are naturally submissive. This is an exciting thing for you to know about yourself. You submission also empowers me and that makes me feel strong and sexy and confident," she said.
I obviously was still very embarrassed and I must have looked quite uncomfortable. I was having a very hard time holding eye contact and I kept glancing away and tilting my head down. I felt like I had been caught doing something very bad.
El said, "There is a poster on the back of every sister's door that has these words on it. We all have these words memorized as will you.
"Submission is not about being used, submission is about being of use." "Submission is not thinking less of yourself, submission is thinking of yourself less." "Submission is not about what is done to you, submission is what you can do for her."
I want you to know that I think being a submissive young man is not a bad thing at all. I think you too will find being a submissive young man with a hard bobbing cock has its advantages," she said.
I was still feeling a little light headed and off center. But I was still hard.
El said, "Let's get a move on. We can take care of your cock later; right now let's take care of the three "S's", poop, shower and then a nice clean shave for you. Breakfast dishes first, then some private time for reflection and catching up on the news, emails and such, than I'll meet you in the shower. OK?"
I looked down at my throbbing cock. "He has to wait?" I asked.
El said. "Just for a while, my guess is you will never make it through the shaving and yes, get use to him being hard and not cumming. As long as you are playing with me, with the sorority, not only will you swallow all of your cum, you will only cum when we want you to cum", she said with a smile. "Girls rule, subs drool. In your case, drip" as a constant stream of pre-cum coated my cock and a stand hung from the end.
El said, "One other thing I like is when a guy asks permission to cum. I usually say yes, but every once in a while I need more time to catch up...or I want the lust to last a little longer. Sometimes I feel like playing with orgasm denial a bit. But it also turns me on to be in control of a man's orgasm, so remember to ask, please."
El went on, "And while we are on the topic of cumming, you will be able to jerk off but never without permission. You can use your hand to keep yourself hard and on the edge, but your orgasms belong to me and soon the sorority. I will have you jerk off for me sometimes right after an orgasm with me. I like watching a good cock beating now and again. Otherwise if you are away from us and you "need" to cum, you will have to call one of us for permission. Don't' worry, we usually just say sure, sometime we will want you to sign onto a live video sites so we can watch. The hard part, sorry for the pun, the hard part for you, we still insist on you swallowing your ejaculate, and that is difficult to do alone. That is why having us watch, works, we are there to encourage you. OK?"
I was at a loss for words but the thought of not controlling my own orgasms intrigued and excited me. My cock strained. I flushed red with embarrassment as we stood and she took my hand. She was calling me a cum eater and I had just given all control of my orgasms to an 18 year old girl. And my cock was as hard as it has ever been. I don't know where this is going, but I'm defiantly along for the ride.
As we started our walk into the house my straining cock and the crazy situation, my nudity, she was clothed; it was going to be too much. My cock bounced and I felt it building. I was going to cum.
I pulled back on her hand and stopped. I looked at her. "El, I'm not going to make it. Can I please have permission to cum?" I said.
She stopped and turned with a confused look. She saw my cock straining and my body tremble. "Don't touch yourself. If you cum without touching yourself, I'm OK with that, in fact it's a very nice compliment to a girl," she said.
She smiled and looked at my straining cock. And that is all it took. I convulsed and squirted sperm up to my neck and covering my chest. I bobbed and came a few more squirts, but not touching my cock did nothing to relieve my intense hornieness.
El just watched, wide eyed, hand over her mouth to suppress a laugh and finally said, "Oh my goodness. That was amazing."
She stepped to me and with the side of her index finger scooped a fair amount of sperm from my stomach and chest and brought her hand to my mouth. She looked at me with a wicked smile and a twinkle in her eye.
Only one word was said, "Open."
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Title: Down The Road Ch. 02
Tags: party, punishment, non-consent, reluctance
*I want to give thanks to Choronzonxx for editing and making my story a better-written story. Plus thanks to one of my fans who wants to remain anonymous for their input into the story.*
As we started out of the driveway, began to tell me which mall we were heading to before Jake interrupted.
"Turn at the next light," he laughed.
"Sir I thought I was picking the mall?" Karen protested.
Bob was laughing now. "Yeah right. you thought wrong!"
I made the turn and started towards downtown, before Bob suddenly turned towards the women.
"Get those bras off now!" He ordered.
May and Karen just looked at Bob and Jake. They couldn't believe what he was saying. Jake was sitting next to May by the door, and he turned to look at the nervous MILFS.
Jake wasn't smiling, and he pulled his hand back and slapped May hard across the face. Then he leaned past May to smack Karen in the back of the head. "Look, you two cunts. When we say to do something do it. No questions, no hesitation."
"Now give me the bras."
Both women were dressed in their running outfits that they had worn to the garage. They were dressed in tank tops, sports bras, running shorts and running shoes. The girls slowly took off the tank tops and then the sports bras, exposing their tits to all in the car. They quickly replaced their tops before handing the bras to Bob, leaving their tits dangerously close to being exposed. Both May and Karen were embarrassed that their bodies were betraying them as their nipples were threatening to poke holes in the tops.
"Maybe we should take the panties too." Jake suggested.
"No!" May and Karen gasped. "We can't walk around almost naked in public."
"I'm getting tired of you two being disrespectful. When we tell you to do something ,you will do it. Looks like I may have to send a picture of you two fucking us to your sons." Jake yelled.
"Sirs please don't, we're trying to do as you asked," Pleaded May.
"Please don't send the pictures; we're just afraid we might be arrested if we show too much." added Karen.
"What do you think, Jack?" Asked Bob
"I think we can give them another chance." I answered, surprised by the question. "But don't expect that I will always be so nice," I said to the girls. My cock started to rise from the power that washed over me in controlling the beautiful MILFs.
"All right then, we'll let the new guy on the team call this one." Bob replied and he looked at Jake who seemed unhappy with that decision.
I looked at May and Karen in the mirror, who nervously sat waiting to see if I was going to make them strip even further. I noticed Jake's expression and decided not to overstep my bounds. "You can leave the panties on for now."
Both women breathed a sigh of relief at my answer. Even though I was enjoying the control, I still couldn't quite pull the trigger to expose my friend's mothers to the world just yet.
"Turn left at the next street," Bob said.
We entered a section of town that was noticeably seedier with dive bars, and homeless men were loitering on the corners. "Pull into the parking lot by the red building over there on the right."
As I approached the building I noticed it was a plain red brick building with blackened windows, with bars and grates over the door and windows. A neon sign overhead flashing "ADULT".
As Karen and May walked toward the door from the car, Karen looked at May nervously. Her tits were bouncing and her nipples were sticking out in plain view threatening to burst through the thin material of her top. The sides of her tits were in plain view from the large arm holes in the tank top. She couldn't believe she was in this situation, almost topless on the street walking into an adult store with young boys her son's ages in charge of her life.
As they entered the store, both of the ladies were relieved to see it wasn't busy. I followed closely behind, watching their reaction as they looked around the store. Just inside the entrance was a display of every size imaginable dildo and vibrators, followed by a large display of BDSM whips, chains shackles and clamps.
I watched Jake reach over and grab May's ass and say "I can't wait to use these on you!"
May yelped and tried to spin away, but Jake held on tightly to her ass.
"Don't you resist me, slut!" May quickly quieted down while looking at the floor, humiliated at everything around her.
Suddenly, I saw Mrs. Smith, my old English teacher. I was in her class last year. She was the hottest teacher in school. She was every boy's wet dream, especially after Christmas break last year. She had recently started to wear sexier clothes to school. Always in skirts and tight tops, and they had seemed to get shorter as the year went on.
Right before she left after spring break you could tell she wasn't wearing bras any longer, and the skirts were so short you could see her ass when she bent over. All the guys would rush to get to class to get a front row seat, especially in front of her desk as she sat on her desk at least part of every period. Every guy in class always had a hard on that wouldn't quit.
After spring break we suddenly had a new teacher, and Mrs Smith never came back. It was rumored that she had an affair with a student and the school board had received a video of it, but it was kept pretty quit.
Now there she was in front of me at an adult store dressed in an extremely short skirt that barely covered her ass and cunt. With a white button down transparent top that was so tight her tits seemed ready to burst out at any moment. If I wasn't hard enough already after being around our two MILF's, my cock was about to burst out of my pants by now.
And then Mrs. Smith walked up to Jake .
"Sir, I see you have two new sluts with you today," she said.
Jake grabbed her and pulled her to him and gave her a big kiss. "Yes we do, and I need you set them up with what we talked about last night. You do have everything ready?" said Jake. "I want them to have the proper slut wear when they are with us."
"Yes sir I do, I just need to make sure I have the correct sizes for them. Why is Jack with you?"
"He is now one of us. From now on you will also call him Sir."
As I approached them Jake said, "Jack this is Pam, and she is one of our sluts. Go ahead and cop a feel."
This was like a dream come true. My sexy English teacher, the one I had beat off to so many times, standing in front of me waiting for me to maul her tits. I reached out putting my hands on her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.
I was lost in my fantasy when Bob walked over with the two women. "Okay Jack. You can have fun with Pam later, but right now we need her to take care of these two."
"Follow me," Pam said, looking at the two women.
May and Karen looked at each other nervously and then followed the ex-teacher. She led the women to the back of the store where she had a couple of bags ready on a table.
I couldn't help but I follow them and watch the three beautiful and sexy women walk down the aisle in front of me. I wanted to see what Bob and Pam had planned for them. I kept a little distance but I was close enough to hear them talk.
Pam Smith looked at the two women. "I remember you two. You're Dave's and Tim's Mothers, aren't you?"
"Yes we are." replied May as she looked at the ex-teacher and wondered what happened to her to end up here.
"I don't know how you got involved with these two assholes, but believe me you, don't want to piss them off. They can be very nice, but once you piss them off you're in trouble and you will feel pain."
May was smiling and trying to be confident.
"We're just having fun right now," she said. "They got the biggest cocks we've ever had. I don't think they would do anything. I'm sure they're all talk and no action."
"I'm just going to tell you this once, and you better listen up ladies. Those two are not just talk. I made a foolish mistake. When I saw their cocks I became infatuated with them, and it has cost me everything. It took control of my life."
May and Karen rolled their eyes at Pam's last statement.
"It started slowly at first," continued Pam, "like wearing only skirts to school. But then they became more demanding. Every time I would resist they would eliminate something I would be allowed to wear, or force me to wear shorter skirts, or forbid me to wear bras or panties. And if I really refused to obey they would discipline me with spankings, whippings, clamps, bondage. Eventually I had to succumb and give into their demands."
"Oh, my!!" Karen yelped.
Pam just looked at her. "All the while I was a sex toy for them or anyone they wanted to share me with. The school couldn't help but notice how I dressed. Hell by the time spring break arrived I was almost teaching my classes naked. Then I resisted one time too many. They sent the school board one of their videos they had of me. That was how they got me fired from my teaching job. The Friday before break I was called into the office and fired."
"What assholes!" May broke in sarcastically.
"I'm just lucky my husband understands and didn't leave me," Pam said. "He realizes that if he interferes I could go to jail. Sometimes they even invite him over to their parties to watch and participate in fucking me and their other sluts. They also got me this job last summer. I'm telling you: don't piss them off. I don't think you know what you have gotten yourselves into."
I watched as Karen and May looked at each other with a little apprehension on their faces. Karen quickly recovered and said "Don't worry about us. We'll be okay." All the while thinking, that slut teacher shouldn't have fucked her students. We don't have that problem we aren't teachers.
I turned and walked back to the front of the store with Jake and Bob. My mind was reeling with all the possibilities of what is to come. My cock was slowly taking control of my mind. I was becoming intoxicated at the thoughts of complete control of the two MILFs and my ex-teacher.
The reluctance of humiliating the two women was quickly evaporating. I chuckled to myself as I thought, "my cock runs over, and I can't wait to run it all over these three women."
About 30 minutes later Pam walked over to Jake. "Sir, we're done," she said. "As always, I will make sure it's all paid for. I take it you haven't broken them in yet."
Jake smiled and looked at the sexy teacher. "Their training is just starting; those two bitches are going to get a rude awaking real soon. Now, I want you to give Jack a blowjob. Go on. Make his day."
"Yes, sir." The slut teacher said.
Pam walked over to me dropped to her knees. I looked down at her as she unzipped my jeans, and her skirt rode up high above her cunt. I could see she wasn't wearing any panties as she spread her legs. I could see her labia wet with her arousal. She pulled out my cock and started to lick the head and down the shaft. The feeling was intoxicating. After it was wet from her saliva she took the head into her mouth and started to suck on my cock.
I don't think I have ever been as aroused as I was at that moment. I struggled to keep from blasting my sperm into her as she continued sucking more and more of my cock. But I couldn't wait any longer; I put my hands behind her head and started to fuck her month with a vengeance. As I felt my cum start boiling nuts I looked up and saw May and Karen watching.
May was reaching into her top and pinching her nipples and Karen had moved her hand inside her shorts. She was slowly moving her fingers over her clit as she was watching Pam take all of my cock down her throat. Looking at all three of them, I exploded into an intense orgasm blasting my entire load down her throat.
Then I heard Bob say, "See how well she obeys? You two better get into the program, or else."
May and Karen didn't reply but they quickly removed their hands from their clothes as Jake walked behind them and smacked them both hard on their ass. They both jumped. "Yes sir."
It didn't take me long to get my cock put away as I looked at Pam. She was still on her knees stroking her clit and working herself to a climax. As we departed the store I looked at Karen and May who were still aroused but both had a look of apprehension as neither of them was certain what they had gotten themselves into.
We jumped into the SUV and went back to the garage. When we arrived, Bob had the two women put the bags into the garage. Pam had confirmed their sizes and the ladies watched as she had gathered several outfits from the racks in the store but didn't show the clothes to the new sluts. What else was in there they didn't know?
Jake said with a firm voice, "remember sluts, keep your cell phones with you at all times. When we call or text you, you will answer or respond immediately. Understand?"
Both women nodded their heads. "That's all for now sluts, get out of here. We'll text you later."
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The next morning I get a text from Bob that said "get over here fast. May did not answer a text last night. Jake finally got a hold of her and she will be here at 9."
All I could think of was what Pam had told the sluts yesterday. As I was thinking that I noticed that the two women were no longer my friend's mothers; they were our sluts. Sluts to be used for our pleasure and used in any way we wanted.
I knew Bob and Jake were going to punish her and all of the possibilities were going through my head. I got dressed in record time. My cock was already getting hard just thinking about what was about to happen. I quickly ran over to the garage, making sure to get there before 9. Bob and Jake were waiting when I got there.
Jake said looking at me, "glad you're here, we want you to see what we do when one of the bitches don't follow the rules. We have been nice to these two and it hasn't worked. After today they will be obedient, though."
I looked around the garage and noticed on one side there was a bench with cuffs attached to each leg. On the pool table was a couple of paddles a riding crop, and a 4 foot long cane. Off to the side were the bags the cunts brought back from the store yesterday.
I then heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it and May was standing there looking very nervous. She was again wearing and outfit similar to what she wore yesterday, shorts, tee shirt, bra and panties. I guess she uses running as an excuse to get out of the house.
As she entered the garage, she saw Jake and Bob looking very pissed and she took a step back and gasped.
The two of them didn't beat around the bush making their displeasure known. "You seem to have a problem following instructions, don't you bitch? You didn't answer our text last night," Jake snapped.
"I'm sorry sir, my husband was home and I couldn't come here then," May apologized. "We had just finished dinner and couldn't get away to answer you. Time just got away and I forgot about your text until much later. I don't mean to cause trouble."
"Wow, this cunt thinks we care about her husband," Snarled Bob. "You seem to be the troublemaker out of the two of you. Pam told us what you said yesterday. I guess you didn't listen to what she said and noticed how she obeyed. One would think by now you'd have learned there are consequences for not following our demands, but we intend to drive that point home today."
"Did you think we would just forget and forgive?" Jake yelled. "You were told to answer all text and calls immediately! If you can't make it you tell us why and we will decide if is a good enough excuse, but in this case we've encountered a problem!"
"No, no, no, no, no!!" screamed May. "Please." was all she got out when Jake grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over the area where the bench was.
It was only a little over foot wide and four feet long. He bent her over the bench and Bob took her hands and cuffed one to each leg on one end of the bench. Jake ripped her clothes right off her. May was now almost in a panic. She was naked and cuffed to the bench with her ass and cunt completely exposed as her legs straddled the bench.
She looked up at Bob in front of her and begged, "Please Sir! I won't let it happen again. Please don't punish me. I promise to do better."
Bob just looked down at her with a wicked smile and said "after we're done here I guarantee you won't disobey us again!"
"You do remember the rules?" Demanded Jake. He walked up behind the cuffed and helpless slut and slapped her ass.
"Yes sir. I remember what you told us" May quietly answered.
"I think you are just saying that, or you think we're stupid. Remember Pam told us everything you all talked about."
"No sir, I don't think you're stupid."
Jake took the paddle that Bob had handed him. "After each time I smack your ass, you're to say 'thank you sir can I have another!' You understand?"
"Yes sir."
Jake pulled back the paddle and brought it down hard on May's left ass cheek. May jumped and screamed as the pain shot through her body "OH MY GOD," she gasped, then quickly added "thank you sir, can I have another?"
Jake smiled as he took careful aim and then pounded the next shot on the other cheek. May screamed again but did as she was told and thanked him and asked for another.
Jake looked at both us then and started to really pound May's ass. May was crying uncontrollably as the pain reverberated thru her body and straight to her cunt. Bob kept it up smacking her ass with her asking for another one each time.
May was in another world. She was so confused. Her ass was screaming at her in pain, but something else was happening. She was becoming increasingly aroused. Her pussy was wetter that she had ever experienced. Her juice was leaking out in copious amounts. The bench upon which she lay had a puddle of her juices. Each time Bob smacked her ass with the paddle the pain shot to her brain and excitement shot to her cunt. And each time he smacked her ass, she found herself begging for another.
After about 30 whacks, Jake stopped. May was crying uncontrollably, hopeful it was over. Then Bob who was still in front of her watched as Jake grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Her hands and cuffs raised up the legs of the bench as she was pulled so her tits were now off the table.
Bob reached out with both hands and started to pinch her nipples and twist them until she yelled out in pain. May cried out as the pain in her nipples began to overtake the pain from her ass.
She thought she might climax when Jake let go of her hair and she fell back down on the bench, her tits mashed underneath her.
I watched her as she lay there crying and rubbing her crotch against the bench. Begging to do anything to please her new masters, if only they would stop the punishment and let her cum.
Looking at me Bob said, "it's your turn. Grab something from the table and let her know who the boss is."
I walked to the table and grabbed the riding crop and walked behind her.
"Please stop," she moaned .
I didn't hit her as hard as Jake, but my strike was more precise and right on the puckered rose of her ass. May's body went totally rigid when the shot landed. The pain was concentrated in a very small area that the paddle hadn't touched. Her eyes were like saucers and her breathing became labored. Then we heard a guttural moan that came from deep within her soul. But she didn't thank me, or ask for another.
"Slut, that one didn't count. You didn't ask for another!"
May quickly started apologizing and begged to be hit again but I just bent down next to her ear and said, "The punishment will continue until we are certain you will never disobey again. Slut."
I watched as her body slumped against the bench totally defeated. All the fight was gone. The next swat was directly on her cunt. May's body again went rigid but this time she screamed "Thank you sir, may I have another!"
I continued stroking her body again and again concentrating on her ass and cunt. After the first ten of so strikes May's ass started to rise up to meet my strikes. My cock was so hard it was threatening to burst out of my shorts. I wanted to shove it into her and fuck her right then and there.
I knew if I didn't stop now I would cum without even touching my cock. I stopped and looked down on her. May was a mess. Her entire body had a sheen from sweat. Her ass was a dark red color and I knew she wouldn't be able to sit for a few days. Her cunt was an angry red and was leaking profusely from her arousal. Her face was red and splotched from her crying, and her hair was matted around her face.
I stepped away from her and Jake took my place behind her, who grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her up. Bob again pulled and twisted her nipples but this time I helped as he pulled her nipples away from her body I smacked her tits with the crop. May didn't offer any resistance. Although I knew it hurt she only whimpered and asked for another. I think by then she was having an out of body experience. Her only thoughts were to obey without question.
Then it was Bobs turn. But he had something else planned. He looked at us and told us to release her from the bench. We quickly released the cuffs and led her over to Bob.
Bob was busy on his phone when we got to him. He looked at May who just looked at him with fear in her eyes and started pleading with him to have mercy. Bob made her wait until finished with his phone and smiled at her, reached up and grabbed a bar hanging from the rafters of the garage. We raised her hands to the bar and re-cuffed her to it. Then Jake walked over to the garage wall and pulled on a rope and raised the bar. He continued to raise it until she was only standing on her tip toes.
"I just sent a text to Karen for her to get over here now." Bob scowled. "I told her to bring some extra shorts and a tee shirt so May would have something to wear home."
I looked over at May as she was struggling to keep on her toes to keep the pressure off her wrists and smiled. I knew when Karen saw her she would do anything we told her. May was always the dominate one between them. If May surrendered Karen would submit and obey too.
Jake looked at me watching May and said, "Jack, wait for Karen outside of the garage and keep her there by the door until we let you two back in. I want her to hear May without seeing what is happening to her. I want her to imagine what is going on and to be afraid before she enters."
I went out the door and looked down the street. I saw Karen running over carrying a bag, and she almost looked to be in a panic. Karen was wearing baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I'm sure she was trying not to be sexy and to cover as much of her body as possible.
When she approached the door I told her "We're to wait here for now, they'll tell us when to enter."
"Yes sir," She said with a nervous look.
She looked around the area to see if there was anyone who might have seen her waiting at the door. Karen was shaking and started to pace back and forth by the door. Then she heard a loud smack and Karen almost jumped out of her skin, which was then followed by the screams of May pleading for mercy.
This continued for a few minutes when Karen looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked "What's going on, sir?!"
I never felt more powerful; I looked at her and told her "May was being punished for not obeying."
Karen turned white. I thought she might pass out as she asked "Why, Sir?"
I then told her "May didn't answer the text message sent to her last night and that's why she was being punished."
I think she was just about ready to run away when everything got quiet and the door opened and Bob was let us in. As we entered May was still cuffed to the bar and on her toes.
Karen looked at her and gasped. May was hanging from the bar. Her tits had red horizontal lines across them and they looked angry and sore. Her ass was a dark red and she was covered in sweat.
May was crying and begging, "please, I'll do whatever you want or choose for me to do. I'll suck your cocks and swallow, you can fuck my ass, whenever you want. Please I'll do anything for you, to make you happy."
I couldn't believe my ears. May has become one submissive cunt.
Jake looked at Karen "See what happens when you disobey us? Take a good look bitch. Remember you do as you're told or this will be you."
As Karen looked at May you could tell she was realizing that these guys meant business.
Still looking at May I could tell that they had really broken her; she was going to do whatever they told her from now on. I looked at Karen and could see the fear in her eyes, I watched as her body seemed to surrender.
Her head lowered and she looked at the ground and meekly said "Yes Sir."
I could tell she was going to be a complete submissive slut also and let us do whatever we want to do with her. All the fight was gone from both of the new whores in Bob and Jake's harem.
Karen glanced up and asked "Sirs, may I speak to May?"
Jake and Bob both looked at me with the biggest shit eating grins and Bob said "That's more like it slut! Yes you may. By the way you can crawl over to her first, bitch."
Karen just drops to the floor and crawled over to May. With a voice of concern "Are you alright May?"
"Oh...oh yeah...I'm...I'm ok...Karen," she answered through clenched teeth.
Jake then Let May down and Karen gave her a hug holding her up as May had trouble standing for a minute.
"Come over her. Now bitch!" Shouted Jake.
May slowly moved over to where Jake was. She looked at him then over at Bob and then me and said "Thank you sirs for teaching me not to disobey you. I will not be disrespectful again and do what you want and I will enjoy doing it."
Jake then grabbed May and pulled her over to the couch. She briefly whimpered as it seemed as her whole body hurt.
As May stood before him, Jake was running his hands across her trembling body. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples and she gasped as he touched the marks that ran across them. Then, putting his hand on her shoulder, he pushed the mature bitch down to her knees. After May was on her knees she reached out and helped Jake get his pants off.
She took his large growing member into her hands and gave him several long strokes. He then grabbed the back of her head and pushed her head until his cock was into her mouth. He started pumping his cock into her mouth as inch after inch passed through her full lips. Jake pumped his cock slowly for a minute.
Then he pushed her away roughly. He kept pushing until she was on the couch and ordered her to spread her legs. Jake then leaned in and told her "grab my cock. Push it in slut."
May obediently grabbed his large member and placed it at the entrance to her cunt. May briefly cried out as her cunt was still very red and angry from her punishment, but quickly apologized and begged Jake to fuck her. Jake smiled as he looked down at his cock just entering her pussy, he could see her juices running out of her cunt and down across her asshole.
He then pushed his entire cock into her pussy; May let out a deep moan as both the pain from the punishment and her arousal as his cock entered her and hit her cervix.
Jake smiled as he thrust deep inside her - slowly at first, but increasingly faster. It was driving her to new heights she had never experienced before, but you could see the waves of passion on her face. But he didn't care about her. She was his fuck toy, his slut, his cum bucket to use how he sees fit.
"ooOOOOOH...OOOH SHIT!" May was now yelling as she was getting close to an orgasm.
Jake moaned and let loose a torrent of cum deep into May's cunt. Jake stopped pumping and just left his monstrous cock deeply imbedded spewing shot after shot of his sperm down by May's cervix.
"Don't stop! I'm so close!" Mary screamed.
But Jake just smiled and looked at her and said "It's not important if you cum. I'm the only one who needs to be satisfied."
May collapsed back on the couch and started crying again in frustration. I watched in fascination as I realized the control Jake was exerting on May and Karen as she watched the events on the couch. Then I heard Bob say,"Come here Jack,"
I looked over to where Bob and Karen were standing. Karen was watching Jake and May fuck and I could see she was very much aroused. I really think it was partially the fucking and partially the total dominance May was experiencing. So I walked over to where Bob and Karen were standing.
Bob told Karen, "Slut don't you ever come over to this garage again dressed like that! Get those clothes off NOW!"
Karen jumped as he said that and immediately stripped off her sweats and underwear. She stood before us naked and trembling, waiting on further instructions. Bob grabbed her sweats, pulled out a knife and cut off the legs and arms off the garments, leaving very short shorts and large openings where the arms were.
Then he took her bra and panties and ripped them into shreds. Karen stood there saying nothing, but I'm sure she was wondering how she was going to get home being so exposed.
Bob looked at me and said "Jack, use this slut in whatever holes you want." Then he leaned into me and whispered, "try not to let her cum. We want her to beg us to use her before we let her climax."
I smiled and looked at our newest conquest. I think the power we now have was more exciting than the hot naked slut slave standing before me waiting on my command on how she was to let me violate her. I grabbed the nipple with my right hand and half pulled, half drug her to the other couch. Karen squealed as her nipple was extended and pain shot thru her body.
I sat down on the couch and told her "On your knees, slut, and get your mouth busy on my cock."
Karen immediately dropped down and started licking my shaft and balls with a distant look in her eyes. "Play with your sloppy pussy while you're at it bitch, but don't you dare cum. You need permission for that!" I growled, already feeling cum building up in my balls.
Karen dropped her right hand down and started fringing herself as she enveloped my cock with her mouth. I watched as she took more and more of my cock down her throat till she started to gag. The feeling was exquisite and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. The slut was moaning and gagging gripping my cock with her throat and driving me to an orgasm while Karen was getting closer to her own climax. However this is not the hole I wanted to use, this was just to get my cock lubricated.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my cock and swung her over the other couch with her knees on the floor and her face buried into the cushions on the back of the couch. I then moved behind her and lined up my cock at the brown rosebud of her ass. Karen was expecting me to fuck her and was waiting for me to enter her, when she felt me at her ass.
Karen screamed "OH MY GOD PLEASE NOT THERE! I'VE NEVER HAD ANYONE THERE BEFORE!"
I smacked her ass twice in rapid succession and growled at her "Slut, you don't have any say where or how you are fucked! And I believe your resistance should warrant a punishment."
Karen yelped after each smack and then looked back at me over her shoulder with fear in her eyes and cried "I'm sorry sir, I'm just afraid. Please fuck my ass. I won't defy you. Please don't punish me."
I smiled and pushed forward with my cock and pushed past her sphincter. She let out a groan and whimpered as I slowly pushed into her ass. When I was about halfway in I noticed that she had quit playing with her clit. I quickly said "get back to playing with your cunt you slut."
Karen quickly mover her hand back and continued messaging her clit. I continued pushing until I was buried deep in her ass and started slowly pumping in and out. Karen at first just cried in pain but soon with her fingers working faster her cries turned to moans. She then moved her other hand back and pushed two fingers into her cunt and started pushing back on my thrusts.
That was all I needed, and I blew my sperm deep into her bowels. I held her hips still while I was buried deep depositing all my cum as deep as I could. Karen kept masturbating trying to climax when I told her to stop and clean my cock with her mouth. Karen slowly turned and looked at me then licked me from my balls to the tip the opened her mouth and took me deep into her throat.
Jake and Bob just stood there looking at what had transpired and smiled. They knew the fun times were just starting. I looked over at May who was still lying on the couch, watching Karen finish cleaning my cock, and I could tell she wasn't certain what was about to happen. Her world was upside down and she didn't know what to expect.
Bob then took charge. He told both sluts to crawl to the center of the garage. Both May and Karen followed instructions moving on their hands and knees to where Bob stood. Bob looked at the two submissive sluts and said "I am going to tell you the rules one more time. So you better pay attention! Here are the rules:
1. Always answer your phone. 2. When one of us tells you to move, you move. No slow shit. 3. If we tell you we want to see you. You come running. If you can't you better have a good reason and we will let you know if it's a good reason 4. Always keep your cunts hairless. Never have any stubble. 5. Always call us master unless we are out in public, and then call us sir. 6. Never wear underwear when coming to the garage. 7. When you receive cum from any source you are to scoop it up and eat it. The only exception is when you two are together. Then you are to lick any cum off each other. No matter where it is located or what hole it has been deposited."
Bob looked at the two sluts and said "what about the rules don't you understand?"
Karen looked at May and began to move down to eat Jake's cum out of her pussy. May maneuvered to catch my cum leaking out of Karen's ass. Karen was already very aroused. As May started licking her ass, she immediately began to moan into May's pussy.
Neither of the women had ever been with another woman before, let alone their best friend, but they were both enjoying what each was doing to the other .Their whole world was the orifice in front of their face.
Just as each was reaching the point of no return, Jake grabbed the riding crop and smacked each of the sluts stopping them before they could cum. Both slaves sat up confused and looked around them. Both of them needing to get off in the worst way as their arousal had reached fever pitch.
Bob just looked at them and said "Rule #5."
Bob then told each of the slaves, "tomorrow a man will be visiting your homes; you are to allow him total access to all rooms and you are to wait outside in your backyard till he is finished and comes to get you. After his is finished you are to give him a blowjob as a thank you. Do you understand?"
Both sluts nodded their heads and said, "yes Master."
Jake then told me to get the bags labeled for each of the cunts. I grabbed them and handed them to May and Karen. Bob them handed May the clothes Karen had brought for her and tossed what was left of Karen's sweats to her and told them to get dressed and leave. "Remember you two: always answer your phones."
Both MILFs quickly put on their clothes grabbed the bags and left the garage. It had been the longest 2 hours in their lives.
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It's been a few days since May was punished and both of the new sluts were now certain that Bob and Jake controlled everything in their lives. Every time one of them had tried to quench their arousal their phone would ring and one of their new masters would interrupt them. It was almost like they were in the same room watching everything they did.
Luckily May's husband was out of town on business, so she didn't have to explain the bruises on her ass and cunt. She even had started to refer to herself as a cunt or slut. Karen's husband seemed to be absorbed into a large project at work and was basically in his own world. So Karen's actions and nervous behavior wasn't noticed.
The boys now had both sluts masturbating several times a day to keep them wound up so tight that their pussies were leaking nonstop. They even had May go into her son's room and masturbate on his bed till his sheets had a large wet spot.
They had Karen wearing only one of her son's wife beater undershirts and a thong all day. When Tim came home from school for a visit his eyes just about popped out of his head. Karen was so embarrassed and turned on all she could look at was his cock that immediately hardened at the sight of his much sexed up mother.
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The party is taking place tonight. Bob wanted the sluts so horny they would do anything to quench that hunger that had been brewing all week. So he called the ladies and had a conference call to deliver his instructions.
He had the ladies open the bags they brought back with them and remove three of the items; a medium size anal plug, a set of Ben-Wa balls, and a black leather dog collar. They were told to insert the plug and balls and wear the collar all day. They were told they could remove the collar when their sons or husband came home but everything else must stay inserted in their bodies.
What the sluts didn't know is the man who visited their homes a few days ago had placed spy cams in every room, and had connected them to a small laptop in the attic. Bob and Jake had been watching the sluts all week.
The surprise was the plug and balls had Bluetooth capabilities. They were connected to the computer and could be turned on to vibrate or move whenever they flipped a switch.
Both ladies had concocted stories to their spouses that they were going out on a ladies night with old friends and wouldn't be back until very late. May picked up Karen at 5 pm and they were driving to a mall to park her SUV and take a cab to the party. They couldn't chance having someone see the SUV parked down the street.
When they arrived at the Mall they received a text telling them to look in the back of the SUV for the only clothes that they were to wear to the party. When they looked in the boxes in the back they were shocked. The only thing in there was a spandex lace dress that came down slightly below their cunts that did hid nothing, and a pair of six inch spike heels.
After they changed they realized they would have to stand outside the mall to wait for the cab wearing the lace dresses, heels, and dog collars, their asses plugged and with Ben-Wa ball imbedded in their pussies driving them crazy, looking like prostitutes. Both women were humiliated but it only served to increase both their arousal and submission.
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When the sluts arrived at the garage they were absolutely in another world. The only thing they could think about was getting off. Nothing else mattered. Right then they would fuck anybody or anything just to satisfy their lust.
When they entered the garage, what they saw shocked them. There were at least a dozen other women all dressed in sexy lingerie. And the worst of it was they knew every one of the women. Although both May and Karen were humiliated by being exposed to these other women, their arousal was so intense that all they could think of was how they wanted to fuck anyone silly.
Bob and Jake wanted me to show up about an hour before the party was to start so that I could meet the other women in their harem. As I walked over I kept thinking about how I had watched May and Karen become increasingly submissive as the week progressed.
I watched how they were repeatedly frustrated by not being able to satisfy their arousal, until they were at the point where you could see that now nothing mattered but their cunts. Karen in particular had taken to openly flaunting her body in front of her son while he was home.
As I walked into the garage Bob was busy making sure all of his video equipment was working. Jake was busy making sure the women were fixing up the place. There were 15 women all dressed in different sexy lingerie. This was a dream come true! As I looked over the women I started to notice that I knew all of them.
Jake noticed me right away. "Alright cunts line up over here I want to introduce Jack. You sluts will also call him sir when talking to him and do whatever he tells you from now. He is part of our team now."
All the women started to line up and I could tell in their eyes that they all recognized me. Then Jake raised his voice. "Now one at time walk pass Jake and stop and introduce yourself."
May was first she smiled and looked down at my cock and introduced herself, then Karen who lightly brushed her hand across the front of my pants.
The next person was my math teacher, "Hi sir. I'm Pam Smith."
They each stopped by then the last one was my next door neighbor. "Sir I'm Maggie" Then she looked around to make sure Bob nor Jake were watching and continued. "I would never think you would be involved in this."
Before I could say anything she moved on. I knew then before the night was over I would have to have a word with her and make sure she understood who was in control.
After all that was done the women were busy again. Jake walked over and said "there's not much for you to do right now. Go see if Bob needs any help."
As I was walking over to Bob the guests started to show up. Bob had just finished up what he was doing, looked at me and said "follow me." We walked over to the door, and Bob began to welcome each guest.
First was the high school football coach, then a few of the guys from last year's football team. By the time everyone was there I counted 15 men to 15 women. I guess the three of us were there to make sure the women performed and join in when we could.
The men loved the scene in front of them. Plenty of booze and almost naked women, what's not to like? Bob made sure that May and Karen always had a drink wanting them to lose whatever inhabitation they had left since this was their first party. Plus, he wanted to keep their arousal levels high.
After about an hour the dancing was getting pretty intense with the men groping and feeling the women up at every opportunity, Jake called for everyone's attention. "Alright gents pick out a lady. Our whores are ready for you to use, and trust me, they will do whatever you want."
Then one guy yelled out "Is there anything they will not do for us?"
Jake Laughing "If one refuses you anything just let me know."
Another guy looked at Bob "You did say they're all married?"
"Trust me they are and they still will do whatever you want."
Each man took a women and it became one huge fuck fest. When they were done with one, they would exchange her for another. After about two hours of the orgy all the women looked well used.
Some of the MILFs looked like they were ready to pass out from the exhaustion of being used so much. By that time several of guys were done and started to depart.
May and Karen thoroughly fucked in every hole, covered in cum and very satisfied. They made their way across the room to one of the couches sat down and started to lick each other clean of the cum that covered their bodies and leaked from every orifice. While their arousal had diminished and was no longer the craving need they had when they arrived, both were more than looking forward to licking off all the cum that saturated each of their bodies.
They had truly surrendered to the domination by their masters, each realizing that their intense orgasms that each had experienced was the final piece of their submission. Not only could they not refuse their masters demands, they no longer wanted to. After all the guests had departed Jake made the women clean each other up as May and Karen did.
Then they had to clean up the garage. He didn't care if they were worn out or not. When everything was cleaned and put in its proper place Jake dismissed the women.
Before the women left I yelped, "Not you Maggie, get over here!"
I was also surprised May and Karen stayed around too. Both had dressed back into their slut wear with their collars on dropped to their knees and crawled over to the three of us.
I looked at Maggie "You need to crawl over here also bitch!"
Bob and Jake were just looking at me. "She is my next door neighbor and I need to make sure she knows to follow all my orders," I explained.
When the three of them were a couple of feet away they each rose up and put their hands behind their heads and May said "Masters may we satisfy you? Your slut slaves await your command."
All three of us broke out into big shit eating grins. Bob and Jake took May and Karen then proceeded to give them what they craved.
I gave Maggie a real mean look and raised my hand and slapped her. "Okay bitch. You understand from now on, you will follow my demands."
"Yes master"
Then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head to my crotch. She knew what to do and gave me a blowjob. I then fucked her roughly.
About an hour later while the three sluts licked the newly deposited cum from their bodies.
Bob said "I guess it's time to start looking for a new member for the harem. Anyone you sluts would care to suggest?"
May looked up at me shyly. "How about Jack's mom?" She said.
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Title: How Matt Became My Lover Ch. 03
Tags: gay, sport, rugby, anal, gay romance, gay anal, anal sex, jocks, gay love
When I woke up that morning, the odds of me shooting semen onto the face of one of my new teammates must have been at least one thousand to one. They always said I was lucky, but not that lucky. But it had happened. I pinched myself. I wasn't dreaming.
"Sorry, I've made a bit of a mess of your face," I said, as Matt knelt on the floor with my dick in his hand and a gallon of cum on his face. "Watch out! There's some about to drip off the end of your chin."
Matt scooped it up with a finger. Then he dangled the same finger over the head of my dick and let the drop of cum drip down onto the silky, curved surface. He moved his head forward slowly, and he licked the drop from my glans with his tongue. He trawled it across his upper lip too, drawing more of my spunk into his endlessly thirsty mouth.
"Man! Do you always cum that much? Massive mate. Massive! You must have been saving that up for weeks. Do you have a licence to operate that thing? Your cock's dangerous mate," said Matt. He wiped the back of his hand over one of his cheeks and then hung it out in front of him as cum drooled down his fingers, some of which fell to the floor. "Do you have a towel or something?"
"Sure."
"Make it a large one mate."
"Oh shit! Sorry."
Now that I'd shot my load, I acted like a self conscious dork again. I backed up a couple of steps until the backs of my calves hit the chair. I turned towards the bathroom. My shirt stuck, in parts, to my sweaty back like cling-film. The hem brushed against the skin of my lower back, just above my butt. I contemplated covering my naked arse with one of my hands. Instead, I grabbed the sides of the bottom of my shirt and tugged downwards as I walked. It made no difference. My shirt was too short.
"Don't worry about your arse man."
Oh shit. I had wondered whether Matt could see, considering all that spunk in those eyes, the ones that had just sent me into orbit. When I reached the bathroom I unfolded a couple of towels from the vanity cabinet and wrapped one of them around my waist. I wondered how I looked after all that had happened. I checked my reflection in the mirror. I looked like crap. I filled the washbasin with cold water and splashed it over my flushed face.
"Are you coming mate?," shouted Matt from the other room. "Get your arse back in here man. Your cum's everywhere. It's dripping onto the floor now."
I took my shirt off, unwrapped the towel from my waist and wiped the lingering sweat from my body. Then I retied the towel to my waist, put my shirt back on, and walked out to where Matt waited.
He hadn't moved a muscle. He was as I had left him, kneeling on the floor with one cum smeared hand suspended out in front of him as though he didn't want to touch anything with it. But then he waved it at me. "Hey man. Chuck me the towel. I've got your stuff all over me. It's all over the place. Bucket loads of it. Man! You could cure world starvation with that thing. Spunk was flying out of your cock like there was no tomorrow."
Embarrassed, I walked up and handed him the towel. "Here."
He took it just as a globule of cum fell from his fingers.
"It's not that bad, is it?," I said.
Matt draped the towel over his hands and sunk his face into it, wiping it clean, or at least attempting to, of the semen I had deposited there at his request. He chucked it back at me, which I failed to catch, and it dropped to the floor. Then he looked up at me, as he got up from the floor and sat in his chair, offering his face for inspection. "Is that better? Your cum hasn't ruined my handsome features forever has it? What do you reckon mate? Can you still see any of your spunk on my face?"
Matt rarely failed to make me laugh. "Oh shit, it is that bad," I said. "Hang on." I went to the bathroom and ran a facecloth under the hot tap and returned with it. "Sorry, your hair is, well, has got strings of, you know, in it. There's strings of sticky, you know, oh shit, semen and there's still some stuff on your face. Here, you can use this." I offered him the steaming facecloth. "Sorry ..."
Matt didn't budge and had his arms firmly planted on the armrests. I thrust my arm out further and tried to get him to take the facecloth. He looked up and shook his head. "Mate, can you do it?"
"I suppose so. Are you sure? You could pop into the shower or something if you want. There's soap in there and everything."
"Nah. You do it. Use that," he said, pointing to the facecloth in my outstretched hand. Matt moved his backside forward in the chair and put a pillow behind his back for support. Then he tilted his head back. In his mind, it was a done deal. "I'm ready man. I'm ready for you to make me handsome again."
I tried to think of something witty to say in reply but I just laughed. I stepped up and stood over him. "Hold still." I bent over, lowering my eyes closer to his and I manipulated his head to face the light. Then I placed the facecloth on his left cheek and glided it across the centre of his face, across the bridge of his nose and his right cheek, mopping up bits of half dried cum. Matt smiled and looked me in the eye.
I placed the facecloth at his right temple and ran it down his jawline and over his stubbled chin, rustling the short, bristly hairs. For the first time I noticed a healed scar stretching about an inch, forward of his right ear, almost hidden by his five o'clock shadow. "Do you like this look?"
"What look man?"
I stopped for a minute and stood upright, putting my hand on his chest. "The unshaven one."
"Mate, I don't shave before a game. For three days, at least. Don't you think it makes me look more rugged or something? You know, like a gladiator."
I smiled, wanting to laugh but nodding in agreement.
"Did you see that guy today? Man he was scared when he saw me running at him. He virtually ushered me through."
"Oh yeah. I saw that. You almost scored a try." I patted his chest, the facecloth in my palm. Then I bent back over and inspected his chin from even closer, sweeping up stray bits of cum from his neck.
"No bugger likes tackling me when I look like this."
"Sure."
"When I haven't shaved I mean. Not with a gallon of your spunk on my face. It makes me look mean mate."
I wiped down his jawline, over that scar. "I'm sure the girls like it too."
"The chicks? Man! Anyway, it'll all be gone when I shave in the morning."
I pricked my ears up. I stood back up, and placed my hand and facecloth back on his chest. "In the morning? Would you like me to give you one? I can give you a shave."
"What? Now?"
"Yeah, may as well. I've got a razor and some shaving foam in the bathroom. It wouldn't be any trouble. I can do it here, while you're sitting in the chair. No problem." I pointed to the bathroom. "I'll go and get the stuff."
"Mate, nah don't. It's ok. Don't worry about it. I'll shave in the morning."
I smiled apologetically. "Ok." The room fell silent.
I cleaned up bits of cum from the side of his hair, and watched his heartbeat pulsing in his temple. He breathed peacefully through his nose and would have looked peaceful too, if it wasn't for the mess. I wiped his forehead and then I noticed another scar, a tiny one, on his brow. Our eyes caught each other. He smiled, which I returned. Then I dabbed at his eyebrows and Matt instinctively closed his eyes.
I looked down, peeping over his lungs as he breathed, towards his groin and his ... erection. The zipper of his jeans strained, so much so it was unzipped about an inch. His green undies showed through the gap and so did the impression of the head of his swollen cock, covered by the thin fabric. His bulge twitched and his fly unzipped one more notch. When I looked back at his face, I found Matt watching me, smiling.
That was it. Once it starts there's no stopping it. My groin tingled. My penis stirred. The pressure intensified as it expanded and pushed out against the weight of the towel around my waist. It started to tent. But it was about to get worse. Much worse. I couldn't help myself. I stared at the part of Matt's face which had been so accommodating moments earlier. All of a sudden his lips looked irresistible. Before I knew it, my head was making an advance towards his. Our lips were on a collision course, and it was all in slow motion.
"Oh shit, sorry," I said, suddenly conscious of what was happening. My head made a rapid retreat. As I walked past Matt's prone body towards my dresser, I tossed the soaked facecloth onto his groin, making him flinch as though I had just kneed him there. That made him grab at it and sit up.
"Mate? Hey, what are you doing man?"
I took a clean pair of undies from my dresser. I was in danger of running out at this rate. I pulled them up my legs and under the towel with my back to him. Then I grabbed my pants from the bed. "I'm sorry, can you finish that off yourself?," I said, flustered. "I'm just putting my pants back on."
"Why? Come on. You haven't finished cleaning your spunk off yet man."
"No way. There's hardly any left. I got most of it. I was getting cold. Don't you find it chilly in here?"
"Chilly? Mate, it's not chilly. You're crazy man."
It wasn't until I fastened the button on my pants that I noticed Matt returning from a brief visit to the bathroom, his face clean, and his hair damp. He gathered the cards from the bed and slumped himself into the chair. He shuffled the deck. "Now, where were we?"
"My turn first," I said. I subtly arranged the bulge in my pants and sat back down in the chair opposite.
As he continued to shuffle he glanced down to where it looked like someone had shoved a baseball down my pants. Then he looked down at his own disarray. He placed the deck of cards on the floor between us and poked his penis back through his fly. Then he lifted up his backside, straightening his pelvis, and he inelegantly pulled up his zipper over his full-on erection. "Mate?," he said.
"Yep."
"Do you have any lube or something man?"
I giggled weakly.
"KY Jelly, olive oil, lotion? Anything like that'll do."
I didn't answer.
"Man, you must have something. What do you use to wank with?"
I covered my face with my hands. "I can't believe you just asked me that."
"Don't you use lube?"
When I removed my hands, I felt my face burning. "No, I don't have any lube."
"Bummer." Matt pointed to the floor. "Take a card then."
I stood up and grabbed my wallet from my back pocket. I took out a twenty dollar note and offered it to him. "Will this be enough?"
He took the money from me, and dangled it in his hand in front of him. "For what?"
"There's a supermarket at the end of the street. Go and buy what you need and bring it back."
Matt folded the money in two and shoved it into his back pocket. "Man, you must be made of money."
I rolled my eyes. "Yea, can't you tell? I'm living a life of luxury here. Just buy what we need ... and Matt?"
"What?"
"Bring back the change."
Matt grinned. He got up, his clothed erection flashing teasingly before my eyes, and he looked over his shoulder as he turned to leave. "Ok mate. Leave it to me."
"Hang on. Wait! You know what I mean don't you?"
Matt continued walking but I could hear his muffled laughter. "Yeah mate. I know what you mean. You're so crazy."
He obviously did know what I meant. I could tell. It was the way he laughed. He patted his backside over the pocket where he had stashed my money and unlocked the door before his sexy back view disappeared out the doorway as bright streetlights illuminated his speedy exit.
"I'll wait for you here!" I shouted through the door he had, in his haste, left open. I assumed he could hear me. I got up too and yelled through the doorway. "Try the men's toiletries aisle."
Realising what I had said, and how it may have sounded, I instantly scanned the street, left and right. Not another sole in sight, luckily. A car drove past, shining on Matt's supple body, as he strutted the footpath, a bit like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. I pushed the door closed, leaving it unlocked for him. Then I headed for the bathroom, tearing my shirt off my back as I went. I quickly peeled my black pants and underpants down my legs and kicked them into the corner of the bathroom, where they landed on top of my discarded shirt.
I held my outstretched hand under the shower as the needles of lukewarm water ricocheted off in all directions. "Hurry up!" I said impatiently, as if the shower had ears. I stepped in and slid the polyester curtain across the railing. Then I turned to briefly let the warm streams of water cascade down my back, washing away the sticky, drying sweat. I thought about what Matt and I had just done and what we might do when he returned. That's what kept me aroused, despite having already cum over Matt's welcoming face. I closed my eyes and fleetingly stroked my hard cock. Then I took a cake of soap from the shelf into my hand. I reached behind my back, rubbing the soap liberally over my arsecheeks, and then between them. I was clean. I had checked.
Showered and clothed, I returned to the comfort of my chair and stared at the front door. Ten minutes later, Matt still hadn't returned. My shower needn't have been so hurried. I had time to think, which probably wasn't a good thing. Was I handsome? Was I cool? I wanted to be both those things when Matt walked in the door and saw me. My penis couldn't care less. I fidgeted around on the chair, altering my pose and I chose the coolest..
When I saw the cards lying on the floor untidily, where Matt had left them, I had a sudden wicked thought. Should I? I glanced at my front door that Matt could be opening at any moment, and then back at the deck of cards. What the heck? Two can play at that game. I gathered them up and fanned them, face up, in my hand. I extracted one king, and then another. I rummaged through the deck quickly, and then for a second time. There were no more. I gazed up at the door and then laughed to myself. "The bastard!" I should have guessed. He'd done it again. I tossed the deck of cards onto the floor, then I got up and lifted the flattened pillow lying innocently on Matt's chair. There they were. Two kings. Two bloody kings! The king of spades and the king of hearts. Cheat! He hadn't even bothered finding a different hiding place.
"Hey man, I got the stuff."
"Oh shit ... what?" So much for that. I can't have looked handsome or cool.
Matt did though. Evening dew had accumulated on his face. It glistened in the light and gave his short cropped, black hair a healthy sheen. He carried a shopping bag in his hand, his arm slightly bent, making his rugby shirt ride up his beautifully muscled arm, showing off his bicep in a good light. "You know. The stuff. I got it. What you wanted."
"Sorry, you startled me. Yeah ... the stuff ... um good. Thanks Matt." I was rather sheepish.
On the other hand, Matt sauntered in looking pleased with himself. He sat in his chair and dropped the half full shopping bag on the wooden floor between us.
"A chair fit for a king," I said sarcastically.
"What mate?"
"Nothing," I said. Matt didn't get it. "Did you have a good walk?" I leaned forward and held out my hand expectantly. "Where's my change?"
"Change?" Matt laughed. "There's no change mate."
"No change? What do you mean, no change?"
"I spent it. I spent the whole twenty dollars. Man, a twenty dollar note doesn't stretch far these days."
"You've got to be joking. What the hell did you buy?"
"It's a long story."
"Bugger that. Just give me the the condensed version," I said tersely.
"Man, don't be so crazy. Come on Jeff. Smile. I got the stuff. Do you want to see what I bought? You'll like it. Hang on. I'll show you." Matt eagerly reached into the shopping bag and fumbled around. He brought out the items one by one, placing them on the floor, and announcing them. "One tube of peppermint toothpaste."
I laughed.
"One bottle of green apple scented shampoo."
"What?"
"One packet of Gillette razor blade cartridges. And finally, the stuff mate. One tube of KY Jelly lube. What do you think?"
"I want my change. That's what I think. I was expecting about fifteen bucks. Why did you have to buy toothpaste?"
"Man, you would have too if you were in my position. That chick was hot."
"What chick?"
"The chick on the checkout till. Have you ever walked up to checkout with just a tube of KY Jelly in your shopping basket? You stick it on the counter and the girl says 'One tube of personal lubrication. Is that all you want today sir?', in a really loud voice, or, even worse, over the intercom. Man, that's embarrassing."
"Did she actually say that?"
"Well no, not exactly. But she may have. If you just buy lube, it makes it look like you're going to have sex."
"Really?" Oh shit, I think that's precum in my underpants. "You think so?'
"Yea mate. So I had to grab all those other things. I took a whole lot of stuff from the shelves nearby and threw them into the basket. That way it made it look like the lube was just part of my general shopping. There's more to me just than my good looks you know."
I tried my best not to laugh. "But I hate apple shampoo and I don't have a Gillette razor either."
"Ooops, it's not my fault. How was I to know? I didn't know mate. Sorry. Oh well, we'd better make the best of a bad situation. If you don't want them, I'll take them off your hands. Stick them over there by the door and I'll take them with me when I go home."
"No way. You can have the shampoo and the toothpaste, but I'm keeping the razor blades and the lube. Sorry."
"Ok mate." Matt stretched his arms above his head and sighed a nervous type of yawn. "So?"
"What?"
"What are you going to do with them then?"
"I'll think of something."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault," he said. "Anyway, you can always use them to shave your hairy arse."
I giggled inside but looked at him blankly.
He winked, just one eyelid and a squint in the corner. Otherwise, he didn't move a muscle.
I did my best to keep a straight face. But I suddenly burst out laughing.
Matt grinned, neither of us really knowing what the joke was. His eyes roamed towards my clothed groin. He stared for a few seconds and then looked away.
I shifted a hand and casually rested it over my bulge.
Matt reached down and gathered up the cards from the floor. He shuffled them and then placed them back.
I nodded at them. "Pick a card. It's your turn to go first."
He reached down towards them with his hand.
"Yea, go on. Take one," I said, all smartarsy.
"Ok. If that's what you want mate." He took a card and placed it secretively in his cupped hand, without looking at it, and slumped back into the chair. Then he held the card face down against his stomach so I couldn't see it.
"Well? Aren't you going to show me? What is it?" I found it difficult to avoid Matt's rampant bulge too. As I glanced down at it, not for the first time, one notch of the zip of his fly burst open.
"I'm not telling you," he said.
"You're not telling me?"
"You take one first. Then I'll show you." Matt watched me intently, one hand covering the card, the other at his side, sandwiched between his hip and the armrest. "Are you going to take one? You're too chicken, are you mate?"
I reached down now and took the next card from the deck before lounging back in the chair. "There. Now show me your card?"
Matt excitedly and suddenly sat forward. Looking me in the eyes, he threw the card onto the floor in front of me, where it landed, face up. "There you go mate. Beat that!"
I looked down at the card and laughed. "That shouldn't be too hard."
Matt looked down too. He was mortified. "What the fuck!"
"A two?," I said, smugly.
"A damn two!"
"What's wrong Matt. Anyone would think you were expecting a king or something." I grinned.
Matt put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and rested his head in his hands in disbelief. "Aargh!" He lifted his head and placed his hands on his thighs. He was confused, at first, but when he looked at me and saw my cheeky expression, he smiled himself. "You knew it was a two, didn't you mate?"
"Don't you want to see my card?," I said, feeling pleased with myself.
"You did know didn't you. You switched cards when I was at the shop." Matt stood up and swiped the pillow off his chair. He picked up the remaining card that he thought he had hidden there, looked at it, and threw it across the room. "Another two. You cheat," moaned Matt. He had twigged.
Ignoring him, I smugly placed my card on the floor next to his.
"A damn king," he whined. "I should have known." Despite this, his eyes still smiled, as they always did. He rubbed them with his hands. "A damn king." He swiped the palms of his hands up over his forehead and short fringe, and then he folded them over his stomach as he slouched in the chair. Another notch of his fly unzipped and the impression of the head of his penis came back into view. "Fair dinkum. What's your dare then?"
"You want to keep playing then?," I said.
"Of course mate."
Matt shifted his hand to where his covered glans poked through. He squeezed it. He knew I was watching. "Man! Hey, can you stand up for a minute? I want to show you something."
As I stood, Matt leaned over and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me towards him, to his chair. As I looked down on him, he guided my hand to the front of his jeans. The tips of two of my fingers entered his partly opened fly. "Can you feel that?," he grinned.
I nodded.
He undid his button and I squeezed his clothed, swollen knob between my fingers. Matt closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the headrest, an ecstatic look upon his face. He placed his hand on my buttcheek and rubbed tenderly over the seat of my pants. I withdrew shyly.
"Wait!," Matt pleaded. "Stay here." He pulled me back in and fumbled with my belt, trying to unravel it.
I brushed his hand aside and stepped back. I reached backwards for the armrests of my chair and sat down. Then I looked at Matt as though I was about to deliver a lecture. "Hang on," I said. "What's happening here Matt? I could have sworn that I drew a king?"
"Only because you cheated."
I laughed. "No way. I've been thinking about all the things that have happened today. There's been a pattern here. All the way through. And it's all been your doing. Don't you reckon?"
"Man, what are you talking about?"
"You've done nothing but cheat all day Matt. Right from the moment you tried to convince me to take my undies off in the shower. It's just been one thing after another. Bending all the rules, hiding cards, trying to score some free shampoo, cheating. All in the space of a couple of hours."
"This is crazy shit mate."
"No it's not. You've cheated your way through the whole game. I won the draw and I've thought of a dare. It's only fair."
"A dare? Man! What is it?"
"I want you to take all your clothes off."
His eyes widened. "Blimey! Everything?"
"Yes Matt. Everything. The whole lot. Every last stitch. Your shirt, your jeans and your undies. Take them right off. Do it right there." I pointed to the floor. "Stand right there in front of me, completely naked, and show me everything. That means no hands covering your private bits. And just so you know, private bits includes the whole lot. Your penis, your balls, your pubes and everywhere on your arse."
Matt closed his eyes and squeezed his clothed knob, most of which showed through his fly. A damp streak appeared on his undies. "That's crazy man."
"And another thing. I'll be touching you," I said.
"Where?"
"You'll find out. Your whole body is fair game. There's not a place on your body that is out of bounds mate," I said, in his language. "Unless, of course, you won't do it, in which case I win the game. And I know you wouldn't want that. So there's no way out of it. I'm going to see you completely naked, without a single stitch of clothing, and I'm going to touch your body."
"Man!"
"Oh, and before I forget ..." I reached down to the floor beside my chair and grabbed the tube of KY Jelly from among the other items Matt had bought. "Catch!"
He caught it effortlessly in one hand.
"We're going to be using the stuff," I said.
Matt pushed his cock back in and struggled with his fly. He put the lube on the floor. "Ok mate. Whatever you say."
"Oh, I thought you'd argue," I said.
"Nah, it's fair enough." He stood on the spot I had indicated.
"One item at a time," I said. "Shirt, jeans and underpants. Naked Matt. Penis, scrotum, arse. Everything! The whole lot. Stiffy or no stiffy."
"Mate, it's gonna be stiffy," he said, almost sounding embarrassed.
"Your underpants too. Is that clear?"
"You're not asking much, are you? Ok mate. I'll pull my undies down for you."
"No, you've got to take them off Matt. You can throw them on the bed over there."
"Ok mate." Matt lifted his arms high above his head, stretched and yawned. Then he glanced down at my crotch and chuckled.
I smiled at him politely. "What?"
"Man, you've got a big cock. It's massive." He took a deep breath and pointed to his feet. "Is this where you want me then?"
I sat up on the chair attentively. "Yep. Start with the shirt. Take it off and throw it on the bed."
Matt mumbled. "I've never known anyone else that could come up with such crazy shit." He grabbed the back of his collar, paused, looked at me, and said "I presume you mean now?"
"Yes Matt. Now."
He quickly hauled his shirt over his head. It messed up his black hair, resulting in short bits poking up everywhere. I liked it. He wasn't fussed. He smoothed over the untidy strands with his hands. I caught a whiff of his musky scent as his shirt flew past me and landed on the bed. I liked that too. He folded his arms across his naked chest, hiding his nipples. "There we go mate. There goes the shirt."
"Arms to your side please. Sorry."
"I hear ya mate. Absolutely crazy!" He shyly unfolded his arms. He checked and refastened his bursting zipper and then dangled one hand at his side. With the other he rubbed his bare chest nervously. "I think I need to work out more," he said, looking uncharacteristically self conscious.
"No, don't work out." I liked him as he was. "You don't need to work out."
"Really? I wish you'd tell the coach that. Can you have a word in his ear? He reckons I need to work out. He gives me heaps. Most of it's crap. Too much beer. Not fit enough. You know the story. I played good today. Did you see it? Straight through that hopeless guy's tackle. He couldn't stop me. Scared shitless, he was. Man, I was good. No bastard would ..."
I interrupted him. "Matt?"
"What?"
"Stop mucking about. You're stalling." I raised my eyebrows and nodded towards his legs. "Your jeans!"
Matt nervously scratched his chest. "Jeans? You want me to take them off do you mate? Are you ready then, are you?"
"Yes, yea. I'm ready."
"Ok mate. Just making sure." He looked down, beyond his unclothed upper half. He unzipped his fly and poked a finger through it. One final check. He undid the button, opening out his fly completely. "Shit!" He quickly closed his fly and refastened the button. He looked over at me, shocked. "Man! There's a wet patch."
"You too?"
"It's all sticky mate. All over the front of my undies."
I had glimpsed it, about an inch of the stuff at the front of his straining, green, boxer-briefs. I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but my mouth had gone dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. When I opened it, nothing came out.
"Bugger it!," he said. With one hand he rubbed his bare chest nervously. With the other he undid his fly button. Then with both he pushed downwards on the waist of his loosened jeans, looking at me as he did it. They slipped unhindered down his legs.
The scene in front of me was totally stare-worthy. His knob looked large. The patch of soaked cotton stuck to it, hugging every contour, even the pee-slit bisecting the middle of the seeping, slimy mess. It looked brilliant. My penis responded positively and throbbed inside my pants.
His jeans soared over me just as I breathed in. They smelt of Matt and ... well ... leaking aroused dick. So hot. My bulge tightened. Matt looked better than any guy I'd ever seen and I lusted for him.
"Mate?"
Matt's voice awoke me from my daydream. His mouth was half open and his tongue appeared to sweep suggestively between his lips. Probably wishful thinking. "What?"
"Do you want me to pull my undies down now?"
Such a simple question didn't need such a complicated answer, but it happened so naturally. I stood slowly and left the armrests behind as I stepped forward towards his near naked body, my eyes transfixed on his moist, seductive lips.
Matt's head made a sudden jerk backwards, his eyes surprised, maybe frightened. "Mate? Jeff mate?"
I stepped again and rested my wrists on each of his broad shoulders. He relaxed his head forward. The tension in his face evaporated, his lips parted and loose. He closed his eyes and waited.
I slid my arms over his shoulders until my shirt touched his naked, virile chest. Our hard cocks pressed and his undies soiled my pants with his juice. I closed my eyes too and pecked at his bottom lip.
Matt was unresponsive, his eyes shut, expressionless, like some sort of fleshy shop mannequin.
I kissed his lip again, but this time I sucked at it's soft, wet surface. Our chins touched and I felt his prickly stubble scratching my skin. I tilted my head and locked my mouth into his, while I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him in close. Gradually there was animation in Matt's lips as they surrendered to my advance. He placed his hands around my waist and I heard him sigh approvingly. I felt his tongue against mine as it darted in and out of my mouth, and we tasted each other. Our lips parted to a kissing sound as they unlocked and Matt slowly opened his eyes. I looked closely into them and I smiled.
"Mate?," he said.
I placed my finger across his lips. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it backhanded over the chair and onto the bed behind me. As I slowly fell to my knees, I kissed all the way down his upper body, over every square inch, as though mowing a lawn and being careful not to miss a single blade of grass. I took deep breaths and inhaled him until I nuzzled into the oozing puddle further down, smudging some of it onto the end of my nose. I closed my eyes as the vapour shot rapture through my groin.
I drew back a little and watched. As I did so, another drop of precum seeped through his straining underpants and spread down the slit it came from. His erection stretched his undies almost to his belly button and pulled his balls up against his body.
When I raised my eyebrows and looked up at him, I found Matt with his eyes closed. He reached his hands out blindly and placed them on my head, running them softly through my hair.
I glided my finger over the creamy puddle in front of me. I spread some of it over the cotton, down his covered shaft, prodding at it with the tip of my finger. When I heard Matt moaning pleasurably, I pulled the waistband of his undies upward and outward, scraping his glans and accidentally wiping off some of the juices, before peeling Matt's wet, sticky undies over his beautiful penis. A drop of precum dribbled down onto his foreskin, which gathered in folds under the mushroom head it normally protected. His aroma now flooded the room, sending another blissful shiver through me.
His cock jutted out from his abdomen and bounced merrily with every slight movement. Occasionally a drop of precum flew off onto the floor. His erection had an upward curve to it and it's eye taunted me.
Matt was so horny, and magnificently hard. When he held my head for support and stepped out of his underpants, it meant that he was totally naked. It also meant that his stiff cock bobbed up and down, just inches from my face.
It was begging to be touched. I went straight for the clear liquid dripping from the slit, and spread it around his glans with a fingertip, giving it a nice sheen. When I took it in my hand and stroked it, the contrast of loose skin on steel rod felt so good. Warmth seeped through my palm and into my veins.
His foreskin acted as it's own dispenser, mopping up precum as it completely covered the head on the upward strokes and lubricated itself. As I wanked him, his shaft got increasingly slippery. It made Matt moan and the atmosphere hotter.
I quickened the tempo, keen to pleasure him. With my free hand, I cupped his balls, massaging the underside of his scrotum with my fingers and even further back over his prostate, providing him extra stimulation. He pulled my head in closer. I knew what he wanted. I looked up at him and he nodded.
I hesitated. How did Matt's cum taste? He had given me the confidence to try it. I poked my tongue out and dipped it in. Nothing. I tried again. This time I wiped over his piss slit and allowed it to settle on my tongue before swallowing. Neutral. Not bad. Slightly salty, slightly sweet. I could take more. I glanced up at him and I wrapped my lips around his cock's swollen tip.
I slid my lips down his curved dick until the tip tickled my tonsils and only his balls were showing. I nestled my nose into his musky, black pubes and breathed the aroma. I pumped his cock with my mouth and caressed the loose skin with my tongue. My spit and his precum mingled and some of that combination trickled down his balls. I placed my hands behind him, clasped his arsecheeks for leverage and inserted my fingers into his crack. I pulled his hips towards me and his uncut, hard cock plunged my mouth.
Matt moaned and shrieked as he held my head in both hands. "Fuck! Mate! Swallow my fucking cock!" Just as quickly though, he took a step backwards and his cock sprung out of my mouth with a pop. He turned around, bent over slightly and arched his back, poking his bum out, presenting it to me on a plate.
This was the best view I had had of his arsehole so far. It got even better when he reached around and placed a hand on a butt cheek, spreading his crack wider. His low hanging balls swung underneath as he masturbated with his other hand. I stared at his arsehole, my cock almost bursting the seams of my pants.
I stood behind him and passed a friendly hand over his arse. "Nice!" I swept a finger up his crack and then reached through and felt his balls.
Matt tilted his head back. "Fuck!"
I fondled and stared at his arse while I undid my pants with my free hand. I kicked them off and lowered my undies to the floor. My cock ached and I stepped up behind him and glided my erection between his cheeks, leaking my own juice into his crack. I slipped on a condom and guided my stiff cock to his hole. Matt gasped.
I scanned the floor, picked up the lube, unscrewed the cap and squirted a large glob onto Matt's anus.
He jumped.
"Sorry." I spread more of the jelly onto my fingers and I whispered into his ear. "I'm going to loosen your arsehole a bit."
He pushed his arse out further.
My finger went in easily. I thought Matt might freak out. Instead he took half a step backwards and drove his arsehole onto my slippery digit. I forced it further until my knuckles hit his butt cheeks. I wriggled and turned it, spreading the lube to all corners and I massaged his prostate.
"Mate!" Matt humped against my finger, so that it glided in and out of his arse, while he masturbated himself at the front.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I took my finger out and re-entered with two. I finger fucked him, feeling his anal muscles contracting and gripping around my fingers. In no time, his arse relaxed and he sighed in frenzied delight. When I tried three fingers at once, I twisted them around and noticed no sign of pain in Matt's voice. I knew his arse was ready. I guided the head of my itching cock to the doorway of his virgin, lubed arsehole.
"Fuck mate! Push it in!," Matt yelled, bent over, arse out, one hand pulling at his buttcheek, opening his crack for me.
I obliged. I propelled my hips forward. The glans of my swollen cock was swallowed inside him.
"Man! Fuck this! I think I'm going to cum."
"Already? No! Wait! Don't cum yet," I said.
Matt shifted his hands and again rested them on the front of his thighs. "Push it right in mate. Push your cock into my arse. Fuck me!"
My cock entered him just as easily, and all the way, until my hips hit his buttcheeks.
Matt moaned joyously and rocked his pelvis as my cock penetrated him. We got quite a rhythm going. As my balls slapped against his thighs, there was a much louder slap as Matt's stiff cock ricocheted off his abdomen. It's always a bonus when my partner stays hard after insertion. And boy, was Matt hard. He was so hot too. So hot that I couldn't believe I was actually fucking him.
"Man, that feels so good," Matt yelled, as he took my thrusting weapon inside him.
I suggested we move to the bed. Matt agreed. He cleared away our clothes then he rolled onto it, dripping precum all over the duvet. He lay on his back and shoved a couple of pillows under his backside. Then he spread his legs wide, bending them and clamping them up with his elbows below his knees, presenting his pounded arsehole. "Fuck me mate," he begged. He was still as hard as a rock.
And so was I. I crawled onto the bed between his legs, knowing this was the position I like best. I love being able to see the other guys cock while I'm fucking him. I shimmied forward on my knees, grabbed his ankles and forced his legs back and wide, spreading his arse. I leaned over until my glans rested against his pleading hole. When I pushed my hips forward, my cock slipped in unaided. It disappeared completely inside him until my pubes tickled his ball sac.
Matt was delighted. "Mate, you're making me so fucking horny. Fuck me! Stick your big fucking cock in my arse!"
He tugged on his leaking dick twice. It was all he could take. "Man, I'm going to cum." But he stopped just in time and saved himself as he edged. Instead he tenderly rubbed the side of my arse and over the cheeks as far as he could reach.
Feeling his hand on my most private areas as I thrust in and out of him heightened my sense of well being. It made me pound harder and it made Matt scream. "Keep going. Keep fucking me. Drill your cock into me man. Push it in deep. Oh man! You're making me so horny. Your cock is massive. Sink that mother into my arse. Jeff mate! Yes! Keep going until you make me cum. Fuck my arse."
His words were so hot it made me fuck him even harder. Matt was so fucking hot! I continued unabated. My balls bounced against his arse, my pubes smashed into his scrotum and my cock thrust in and out of his oiled hole like a piston. I started to sweat profusely, especially under my arms and inside my crack. The room smelt of hot man sex.
Matt's cock glistened with precum as it bounced up and down below his navel. He touched his cock and gave it just one wank. He suddenly started to pant. His breathing became shallow. He pushed his throbbing hard dick up vertically, it's curve meaning it's slit pointed backwards towards his face. "Fuck! Jeff mate! I'm cumming. You're making me cum mate," he screamed.
As his arsehole pulsed around my cock, his dick shot out streams of hot, sexy cum in long and wide arcs. The first shot hit the wall behind him, the next his forehead, then his nose and mouth, and then his chest. There were about ten powerful projectiles, depositing warm torrents of semen most of the length of his body. His skin was covered in white, creamy cum, but this time it was all his own. Matt sighed with contentment and he smiled.
I scooped up some of the slippery mess from his stomach with my fingers. I withdrew half my cock from his arse, dangled my hand above the shaft and let Matt's creamy cum stream down onto it in globules. Then I rapidly shoved my cum covered phallus in again and continued to fuck him.
I orgasmed almost immediately. I thought about how I was actually fucking such a hot guy. My entire body was engulfed in gigantic waves of pleasurable spasm. I withdrew my exploding cock from Matt's arse, quickly ripped off the condom, and shot stream after stream of semen all over him, on top of his own mess.
As I looked down on him, trying to catch my breath, Matt spread the mixture of cum over himself with his hand and wiped it over his torso, spreading it to every spare inch. He put the same hand in his mouth and painstakingly licked it clean. Then he scooped some down from his nose and forehead into his mouth and swallowed it. He grinned back through his smeared lips.
I let go of his legs and Matt wrapped them around my waist. Then I collapsed on top of him, both of us completely spent. Our bodies bathed in each others sweat and cum and the aroma of man to man sex.
I lay my right cheek between his nipples and I panted for air. My head rode his lungs as though I was prone on a surfboard on a gently undulating ocean. My heart pounded his stomach until I heard the soothing rhythm of Matt's heart in my ear. Gradually, our pulses became one, like the drum track of a slow ballad, keeping perfect time.
Matt placed his comforting palm on my sweaty back. As he rubbed, a warmth radiated from it, seeming to heal my exhausted, naked flesh. He patted and twirled the curls around my exposed earlobe and he ran his hand softly through my brown hair. It must have been ten minutes before either of us spoke.
"Matt?," I said, whispering into his bicep.
He stroked my arm affectionately. "What Jeff?"
As I lifted my head and looked up at him, I found him deep in thought. "Did your mother beat you too?," I said.
His hand froze on my arm and for the first time I sensed weakness. "No, the old lady never beat me. I love my mum," he said, his voice cracking.
Suddenly, his bottom lip quivered and his eyes welled up. His tears sparkled with reflections of the forty watt bulb above us. A single tear ran down the side of his nose and dribbled slowly down his cheek. It soon became a stream. He took a deep, trembling breath, seeking a calmness that didn't come. Then he unhinged his legs from around my waist.
I rolled off onto the duvet and snuggled up to him on my side, propping myself up on an elbow to look down on his sad face. Then I spread my arm across his sobbing chest.
"Matt? What's wrong?"
He lay flat on the bed, naked and vulnerable. He stared into space, his glazed, red eyes matching the colour of his watery cheeks.
"Nothing," he said, almost choking.
I slid my hand over his bare chest, disturbing bits of drying cum, hoping to pacify him. "It must be something. Would you like a glass of water?"
"No."
"A beer?"
"No. I don't want anything."
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"
There was silence.
"Is it your father?"
"Kind of."
"What do you mean, kind of?"
He didn't answer. He pulled up the side of the duvet and wiped his tear laden face and then looked at me forlornly.
As I watched him crying, I found it difficult to reconcile this meek and vulnerable version of him with the confident and cheeky one I'd met less than a week ago. It just goes to show. Not everyone is as they seem. I felt for him. And I think I knew why.
"Matt, is it because you're ... gay?"
He covered his eyes with a forearm and his bottom lip shivered as he drew another deep breath.
That said it all. In one week, I'd gotten to know Matt better than just about anyone else, ever. I grabbed his wrist and pulled it away, placing his arm at his side. "Don't hide. Don't hide Matt" As soon as I said that, I realised how hypocritical I was being. I wiped the back of my forefinger over his tearful cheek, trying to brush away his sorrow. As I did that, a tear ran down my own face.
"I don't know how to get what I want without playing that dumbarse kids game," he sobbed.
"It was fun," I said, trying to cheer him up.
He choked up. "It's the furthest I've ever got."
I straightened out some stray curls in his hair and smiled. "So, you think you can go further than having a guy's cock in your arse?"
As he smiled at my joke, his eyes narrowed, sending more tears down his cheek. "I thought you'd quit after I got you naked. But you kept going."
"So, what are you going to do then Matt? Do you think playing truth or dare is the only way to get sex? Are you still going to be doing that when you're fifty?"
He looked at me, his eyes darting over my face, searching for an answer.
"Matt?" I brushed his short fringe across his forehead and caressed his teary cheek. I put my hand on his heart. "You know, you don't have to play games. It's what's under my hand that counts. Follow that. Follow your heart."
I watched his bottom lip quiver and I leaned in slowly and kissed it.
Matt's body melted into the bed under us, as he locked his mouth onto mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his passion as our tongues danced a slow waltz. Our lips parted and the kiss echoed across the floorboards.
Just as I glanced down his body, Matt's swelling helmet popped out of it's foreskin. "That's going to be handy later," I teased. I wiped some tears off his cheek with my thumb. "Do you wanna stay the night?"
Matt looked me in the eye, smiled and nodded.
I encouraged him to roll over and I snuggled in behind him. I spooned him, wanting to press every part of my body against his. I locked the front of my hips into his soft butt and folded my arms around his waist. I allowed his warm, beautiful body to soothe me and hoped he felt the same. He held my arms, pulling me in closer.
I nuzzled my nose into his neck and breathed him in. Then I kissed his shoulder and whispered directly into his ear. "You know, we can do it together. Just you and I. How about that?" I tightened my arms around him, at that moment not wanting to ever let go. He squeezed them and I knew everything was going to be ok.
We snuggled in silence. Matt stroked my arms quietly. I nearly fell asleep but as the day's events replayed in my mind, I suddenly had a thought.
"Matt?" I whispered.
"What Jeff?"
"The game? Who won?"
I heard a very brief giggle. "I did. I won the game. I always do Jeff mate."
We both laughed. It was so great to hear him laughing again.
And that's how Matt became my lover.
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Title: 3 Coins in the Fountain
Tags: cheating, romance, mustang, vacation
*Hi folks, this story was edited with great skill by Baney-R. Any goof ups probably happened when I went back over it and changed a few things. This is a longer story so those of you who like that sort thing can relax with a beer and enjoy it. Those of you who don't can get off of the bus now. But you don't get to whine about it later because you have been warned and have chosen to continue. Please note again, this is a longer story. So if you write in the comments below that it was too long you'll only make yourself look stupid. SS06*
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The ads. We see them in a million places at all times of the day. They urge us to be more than we are. They urge us to be brave. They urge us to go beyond our ordinary existence and shoot for the stars. They urge us to go for our dreams.
"Just do it," they say. "No Fear!" "YOLO!" "Be all you can be!"
That bullshit is what got all of this started. My name is Madelyne Richards and this is my story. It's a really fucked up story so far but I'm still working my way towards the happy ending. A lot of the shit that happened to me is pure bullshit. I'm 100% sure you'll see it my way when this tale is done.
This all started about six years ago when I was thirty. I was happily married to the man of my dreams. My husband Reid is a chemical engineer and a very successful one. He has his own consulting firm. They do all kinds of work that most people never think about.
They do product testing for sports drinks, make-up products, automotive solutions and almost anything that needs to be proven safe for human use or consumption.
We had a lifestyle that was beyond comfortable but not quite rich. But at thirty, it was about to happen. I was about to give up my cushy lifestyle. I was about to begin twenty years or so of hard labor and poverty. I was about to lose most of my husband's love because of something I had no fucking control over.
My mother loved Reid. And believe it or not his mother loves me. I guess that's why they started putting so much pressure on us and wanted to make us leave our easy, carefree lifestyle and enter into the prison of being parents. They wanted to see my body transformed into something that more closely resembled ... Theirs. They wanted to hear the annoying pitter patter of tiny baby feet.
And God knows I wanted to hear it too. I just wasn't ready for it then. I mean on paper, I liked the idea of having a cute little baby. I also loved all of the extra attention I would get. And I looooooooovvvvvedddd the idea of Reid spoiling me even more than he usually did.
I could see myself bravely enduring the morning sickness and sending Reid on all kinds of errands to get me things that I just had to have. I could see the humor in sending him out in the middle of the night for some hard to find food only to find me asleep when he got back with it. I could also see humor in me deciding that I didn't want it, once I saw it, or barfing at the first taste of it.
But what I hated most was the thought of what it would do to my body. I had always been "the hot one," and I didn't want to give that up. I had no desire to become "the invisible woman. I didn't want to just be referred to as Reid Richards' wife. I didn't want that suburban mom body.
Sure there were a few very lucky women who were able to retain their shape and some who actually snapped right back after a pregnancy. But they were mostly super rich Hollywood types who had their own nutritionists and personal trainers and body sculpting surgeons on call. I hated those bitches with a passion.
And even worse than them I hated those track bitches. My husband Reid is an avid runner. He ran track in college and loves to watch those TV track meets that the rest of the world forgets about until the Olympics. There's always some bitch in those meets that took a year off to spit out a perfect baby and then runs her skinny ass back into shape and sets a world record.
Every time I see that shit it makes me want to chase her skinny but muscular ass around that track and beat the shit out of her.
And that was where this story started. My mom had just left after another afternoon of veiled hints and outright whining about not having any God damned grandkids.
I was really pissed. It wouldn't have been the first time I'd told my mother to get fucked, but Reid took her side.
"You're right, Mom," he said. "It's time."
I was speechless. I stood there watching her hug him, while I, the designated brood mare, tried to find words to describe their outright audacity at their decision to turn MY body into an incubator or baby factory for children that I wasn't sure I was ready for.
"You get right on that, Reid," gushed my mother. I hated that bitch at that moment.
"Yes Ma'am," he said, right back to her. "I'll get right on it." Even as he said it, he reached over and smacked my ass, while my mom looked on with glee.
She walked out the door a few minutes later, grinning like a demented Cheshire cat.
As soon as the door closed behind her I slapped Reid on the head. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked. "When did WE decide that it was time for us to start our family? My mother does not get to decide what happens with MY body. I mean, I know that you've been sucking her dick to stay on her good side, and I love you for that. But this is something that WE have to be ready for. We can't just start spitting out kids because my mother wants us to have kids now, so she can be a hot grandma."
"Here's my logic," he began. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My husband's logic is not logical. He's the same guy who decided that since that price of superchargers seemed to increase with every generation, he should invest six thousand dollars and buy one for his Mustang, because in a few years it would cost even more. That was three years ago. And it didn't quite work out that way.
While the superchargers for the newer Mustangs WERE, in fact, more expensive, the ones for his Mustang had actually stayed the same and with available discounts were actually much cheaper.
Now this is where his logic fails. Reid saw this as a wash. Sure he could have saved a few bucks, but it would have meant waiting a year or two for the supercharger. In his mind it wasn't worth it.
But in the real world, why the hell did he need a supercharger anyway? What roads were there where four hundred plus horsepower just wasn't enough? I can't think of a single situation where he just had to have over six hundred horsepower.
Maybe it was some kind of guy thing. Because whenever someone came over to visit us Reid inevitably showed them his Mustang. The women always went, "Oh ... It's a car," end of conversation. But the guys always asked, "How much horsepower?"
I have no idea why he didn't just tell them it had six million horsepower and be done with it. I mean there was no way to prove it. He always opened the hood and showed them all of those shiny pulleys and wires. And they always nodded their heads up and down. They leaned over for a closer look and pretended they understood it all.
I asked my dad about it once and he finally admitted to me that he had no idea what all of that shit did. He just nodded and smiled because he didn't want anybody to think that he didn't know what it was for. But I had to go and marry the one idiot who really understood that shit and craved it.
So anyway, when Reid started trying to explain his logic about us having a kid or kids, I got scared.
"Since we know we're going to eventually do it anyway," he said. "Why not just go ahead and do it? Let's just knock one or two things off of the B4K list and then knock 'em all out at the same time. In five or six years it will all be over with."
"Okay Reid what the hell is a befork list?" I asked. "And when did we have one? What the hell do you mean knock 'em all out at the same time? And last time I heard your kids are with you for at least eighteen years not five or six."
He sat me down at the kitchen table like I was an idiot and he had to slow things down enough for me to understand him. The B4K list included all of the things that we'd dreamed of doing that would be curtailed or at least hindered by having kids.
The crazy thing was that Reid was not just pulling things out of his ass. He'd included almost every stupid thing that I wanted to try and his things too.
He'd remembered things that we'd talked about when we first met. I was surprised that he'd remembered that I wanted to learn to surf in Hawaii or that I wanted to learn to ski in Colorado. Hearing him talking about things that I had dreamed of doing when I was younger as if they were really important almost made me cry.
It made me realized exactly how much the idiot loved me.
"So let's go to Europe first," he said.
I vaguely remembered one of his Indiana Jones like fantasies about exploring old castles and new racetracks around Europe. I also realized that I had promised to accompany him. But those had been the promises of a very young woman who was madly in love with the man of her dreams.
The key word here is "MADLY." In other words, I was fucking crazy. My love for Reid was so intense that I'd spent nearly every waking moment, thinking about him. As we spoke in those early days, I wanted him to know me and love me. I wanted him to know everything about me and love me more. But my fear of being ridiculed or rejected caused me to hold back just one secret.
Come on don't be so shocked. We all have our secrets. I have one. You have one too. Don't pretend that you don't. I know about that hidden file folder on your hard drive buddy.
My secret is a small one. It's a phobia really. Hodo-phobia is the fear of travel. There is no fucking way Reid is going to get me on a plane, train or ship. Shit, I Pat Benatar 4, every time I get into a car.
Anyway, somehow I never got around to ever mentioning this to him ... Or to anyone else.
"Uhm ... Reid, Honey, this might not be the best time to go to Europe. You know they've been having all of those terror attacks ..." I said, nervously.
"Okay, so we won't go to France," he smiled. "And I had no plans on going to Belgium anyway. I mean seriously ... Missing France would be tragic, but outside of the chocolate factory and the Jean Claude Van Damme museum what is there to see in ..."
"It's not just France and Belgium," I yelled. "This is just not the time to go to Europe. It's just not safe."
"So ... When will it be a good time?" he asked.
"We don't have the money," I said trying to change the subject."
"Yeah we do," he said. "I opened an account just for this trip more than three years ago. A part of our taxes each year, every bonus I've gotten and a lot of my overtime money has been funneled into it. We have more than enough. I've also been putting money away for another Mustang, but I can hold off for a few years. I'm not really in love with the new body style. So if I throw that money in with the Europe money then we can ..."
"We could have redecorated the house when I wanted to last year," I screamed. "And we could have bought that fucking Gazebo I wanted for the yard ..." I just walked away from him in mock anger.
But I knew it wasn't going to be the end of things. He actually came to me later and apologized for saving money for our trip. He'd told me that he'd wanted to surprise me with the trip when he thought we had enough money. He also told me that when it came to Mustangs, he was like those people on hoarders. He would probably never have enough of them. Then he kissed me and I just lost focus.
I have no idea how Reid does it to me, but Europe was no longer even a blip on my radar. I wrapped my arms around him and my legs around his waist. His hands grabbed my ass to hold me against him, while he tried to suck my soul out of my body. His tongue was so far in my mouth it was almost down my throat.
But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. We had too much in our way, so our clothes began to vanish.
In record time, Reid had me flat on my back, with my legs in the air. When he entered me, it was pure bliss. We fit together like a hand in a custom made glove.
My pelvis rose involuntarily to meet his every thrust. Meanwhile, our mouths continued to merge. I love his taste. I swear our tongues become one when we kiss.
His hands tweaked my boobs with just the right amount of pressure. He tugged on my nipples while caressing the body of each breast as if they were the most important things in the world. My tits weren't big, but they fit my frame and Reid seemed to like them.
His hands rubbed down my sides and finally grabbed my ass. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and began to slam himself inside of me even further. The added penetration sent chills throughout my body.
A stirring deep inside me told me what was coming. It felt as if a portal to my soul was opening just for him. I began to sweat and my nipples felt as if they were enlarging.
My pussy started to ripple, but there was something else going on. I was experiencing feelings that I never had before.
Normally when I'm about to cum, my mind shuts down and all I can do is feel. The ability to think leaves me. But this time was so different. I had a vision. I saw images of myself with a blown up belly.
I saw Reid, rubbing my tummy and talking to our child in the womb. That was when the first orgasm hit me. It was the most intense feeling that I had ever experienced.
I knew then that Reid and my mom were right. It was time for me to put being a girl away. My body was ready to make a baby. I had to get off of the pill and start picking out names.
We fell asleep on each other's arms and sometime during the night, I woke him up and told him the truth.
Reid then did a completely Reid thing. He told me that going to Europe really didn't mean that much to him. But knowing him the way I do, I knew that he was lying.
"Honey, why don't YOU go," I said. At that moment, more than my vagina was gaping open. My heart was so full of love for Reid at that moment that I felt like that love struck 22 year old again.
It just seemed unfair for him to have to give up his dream because I was afraid to fly or to get on a ship.
Besides, I didn't want there to be any resentment between us in later years. When we hit our fifties and could barely stand each other, I didn't want to hear him telling everyone we knew how he didn't get to go to Europe because I was afraid.
So barely three weeks later, I was kissing him goodbye at the local airport. I gave him one of those kisses that everyone in the area becomes jealous of. It was the kind of kiss that let everyone watching us know that being away from each other was probably going to kill us.
Older women in the area remembered when they were like me. Younger women in the area couldn't wait to be me. And every man who saw us wanted me.
I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world, but I'm okay. It's not my looks that made me desirable. It's the way I plastered myself to Reid. As we kissed I molded myself against him so tightly that not even the tiniest micro organism could get between us.
My boobs flattened against his chest. Our bellies rubbed against each other and our lower abdomens meshed. It was the type of hug that only people who are intimate and have been so for a long time can do.
It's a funny thing because men and women view things differently. Women who saw us got the idea that we loved each other very much. Men who saw us were sure that I was giving him pussy on a very regular basis.
The drive home from the airport was almost more than I could stand. I texted him at least five times before I got home.
I spent a lonely night in front of the TV and went to bed but couldn't sleep until he answered my texts. It was awful. I had never been so lonely in my entire life. I felt as if a part of me was missing.
The morning brought no relief. In fact I felt worse. I was going crazy. My best friend, Nancy came over. And as we sat in the sun on my rear deck, I told her about my problem.
"I miss him too much Nance," I said. "I wish I'd gone with him."
"Then go," she said rolling her eyes. "Just go where he is. Surprise him!" She got an evil look on her eyes as she said it.
"I can't," I said after a few moments of consideration. "I must be Mr. T's long lost white daughter." She started laughing then.
"Why would you think that?" she asked.
"Cuz, I ain't gettin on no plane, Hannibal," I said, making my voice sound deeper and rougher.
"Well, he'll be back in less than three weeks, Honey," she said. "And a few days after he gets back, he can tell you all about it. He can tell you about the museums, and the art, and the clothes, and just how it felt to be in Europe. You know I've always wondered if Europe was kind of like the US. You know how every state has its own unique flavor, but all in all, no matter where you go, it just feels like America."
Sometimes without meaning to or trying to, Nancy said some of the smartest God damned things. There were times when she sounded so smart that I forgot how stupid she really is.
"Wait ..." I said. "What do you mean a few days after he gets back?"
"Well, for the first few days you two will be too busy fucking each other's brains out to talk about anything," she laughed.
"Will not," I said, turning a bright shade of red.
"Bullshit," she spat. "I've heard the two of you going at it. Just the other night, you were yowling like a fucking AlleyKat."
I quickly changed the subject just as I heard the screen door next door slam.
"I can't wait to hear about all of the art," I said. "I hope he remembers to take pictures. Reid really isn't big on photos. When I text him, I'll have to remind him."
"Yeah, I'm sure old Reid will be lookin' at a lot of ... ART," laughed a male voice from over the fence.
"See, that's what I was thinking," said Nancy. "You just heard it from his best God damned friend. Great minds think alike, right Kyle?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked. I knew that Nancy had been trying to get with Kyle since she first met him.
"You heard Kyle, Dummy," she said. "Your husband, without you being there has turned this trip into some kind of European pussy hunt. He's gonna be fucking everything that ain't nailed down in several different countries. I told you that you should have taken your ass over there.
You could have just taken a sleeping pill just before you got on the plane and slept through it. Now you're gonna have to deal with him bringing you back all kinds of deadly European VD.
I've heard they have shit over there that not only resists antibiotics but gets stronger from them. It comes from the fact that they don't shave their legs and their pits."
Nancy was off on one of her rants. But the things she said had affected me. As she geared up to start again, I heard Kyle laughing uncontrollably.
"So when he gets back, you have to confront him, and demand a bunch of jewelry and a new car," she said. "Make that motherfucker kiss your ass for a while. Make him eat your pussy whenever you feel like it."
"I already have all of the jewelry I need," I said. "And he just bought me a new car. Right before he got his new Mustang. And ... It's kind of none of your business, but he already does eat my ... You know ...whenever I want him to. But if he does what you think he's doing, we'd be talking about a divorce."
Kyle continued to laugh even harder and Nancy looked at me like I was stupid. "I don't understand," she said. "You love him. You love him a lot. Why would you want a divorce?"
"Because he's over there cheating on me with a bunch of sleazy European whores," I said.
"Are you crazy?" she said. "All he's doing is trying out some different women. It's nothing serious, it's only sex. He's gonna pick up some new techniques and bring them back here to try them out on you, Dummy. It will spice up your marriage and make it fresh. He won't love you an ounce less. It's only sex. He'd be stupid not to do it."
She turned and kicked my fence. "What's so God damned funny Kyle?" she laughed.
"Nancy, have you ever wondered why I pretend not to notice that you have the hots for me?" he asked.
"No ..." she said. "Maybe ... Okay, yeah!"
"That's why," he said leaving her confused. "You are so far from the truth that it isn't even funny."
"So what is the truth?" I asked.
"Yeah, what is the truth?" echoed Nancy. "And what the hell do you mean I have the hots for YOU? You make it seem like I'm desperate or something. I am not ..."
"Nancy are you free tonight?" he asked.
"Absolutely!" she said, with a huge smile on her face.
"Dammit, I wish I was going to be in town," he said. Then he turned to me. It was all I could do not to laugh at the way he had made a fool out of Nancy.
"Maddie, you'd have to be an idiot to listen to that mattress tester," he said. "Reid loves you more than anything. And you don't have to worry about him cheating on you, he'd never do that. Ever since the two of you met you've been the girl of his dreams. He doesn't even see women other than you."
I could tell that he wasn't lying. It made me feel so much better.
"You're stupid, Kyle," chimed in Nancy. "The store I work at doesn't sell mattresses. We only sell furniture. And I don't test the furniture. I just sell it."
"Sorry," he said dramatically. "Do you sometimes walk people around the store to show them furniture?"
"Of course, Dummy," she said.
"So you get paid for "ESCORTING," people around the store.
"No, Kyle," she said exasperatedly. "I do the escort stuff for free."
"So you're an unpaid escort?" he asked. I saw where he was leading her and changed the subject again.
"So Kyle, what IS Reid doing in Europe?"I asked.
"He's .. uhm ... Europing," said Kyle nervously. "Dammit Maddie, I can't rat him out."
"So he is cheating on me?" I said.
"Of course not," he countered. "He's just getting rid of a few items on his bucket list before he has to settle down and be a responsible father."
"Told ya it was sex," said Nancy.
"It's not sex, you idiot, he's racing," spat Kyle.
"He's what!" I screamed. "Fuck! Kyle you'd better tell me all of it, or I'll tell him that it was you who told me."
"He went to Europe to race," said Kyle sadly. "That's why he picked those three countries. While he's in Italy, he'll spend his days at a world famous formula one driving school. Then he goes to Germany to drive on the autobahn. And finally to France, they have those all comers races there. You can rent a car, race it and even have a video of yourself in the race. It's an organized tour. Lots of guys do it.
You know how crazy he is about his cars. He just wanted to try some stuff before he turns into an old guy."
"So he lied to me this whole time?" I said angrily.
"No Maddie," he said. "It wasn't like that. He just decided to try this stuff when he found out that you weren't going with him. Before that he was planning on museums and plazas and all of that other boring European bullshit that tourists from all over the world go there to do and then go home and bore the shit out of anyone who'll listen to them."
"Oh ... so I'm only good for doing boring shit with?" I screamed.
"Of course not Maddie," he said. "Reid loves you ... Oh shit! Gotta go, I'm late for work."
I was ready to explode. I was so angry at Reid that I started ignoring his phone calls.
Looking back on it now, I see my mistake. I was so consumed with the fact that Reid had ... Well he didn't actually lie to me. He just left a few details out. But it hurt me badly.
Where most women would have laughed or even considered themselves lucky to have a man who loved them so much that he would never even think about cheating on them, I got incredibly pissed.
And as for him racing ... Shit, cars in general and Mustangs in particular were a part of Reid's DNA. He raced here at home almost every time he got into the car.
Over the next few days my anger only increased. It was Nancy who tried to get my mind off of it.
She suggested that I go out to a party with her. "If he's over there getting his fun on and driving all fast and crazy, maybe you should have some fun too.
One of the reasons I went was that Reid would never have allowed me to go out with Nancy if he was home.
We went to the party and it was okay. They bad food and liquor and there was music playing. It was the same old shit that happens at every other party.
I guess about halfway into the party one of the host's neighbors called the police and everyone had to leave.
Nancy was really upset. She'd been the belle of the ball with three or four guys following her around the whole night.
"Fuck Kyle!" she'd whispered to me at one point during the night.
I laughed because I knew that was what she actually wanted to do.
But with Kyle out of town on one of his frequent business trips, she was having her fun as usual.
"Maddie, I think we should continue the party, or at least a smaller version of it out on your deck," she said. She wasn't quite drunk and neither was I, but we were both a bit tipsy.
"Reid wouldn't like that," I said.
"Reid isn't even in the country," she said. "He's not even on the same continent we're on. And big mouth Kyle is out of town on business. So let's go a little bit wild."
I think she saw my hesitation.
"Come on Maddie ... I like these guys," she said. "Besides, Reid doesn't ask you when he wants to do stuff. So you don't have to ask him either."
Nancy had just pushed my button. I was still so pissed at Reid that I hadn't answered or returned any of his calls or texts. And I wasn't tipsy enough to be falling over and stupid, but my judgment must have been compromised.
"Let's party," I said. Famous last words, but I didn't know it at the time.
I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and a foul taste in my mouth. As I tried to sit up, I realized that my entire body hurt.
My breasts ached. My vagina was extremely sore and tender and my ass hurt really badly. I was also naked.
I began crying as soon as I realized what had happened.
Nancy stumbled into my room. "Can you keep it down?" she said. "I have a headache."
"Fuck your headache," I spat. "Your friends raped me."
She started laughing as if I'd said something extremely funny. "You were begging them for it," she laughed. "You kept telling them you were going to get even with Reid."
As she mentioned my husband, I suddenly threw up.
Nancy got me a towel. She wiped my mouth and my face. "I cheated on my husband," I cried.
"Maybe ..." she smiled. "But you were incredible! I can barely fit Roy's dick in my pussy. You took it in your ass. And you had all three of them at once. You're a natural."
"What I am is a whore!" I cried. "I'm a drunken whore who fucked her marriage away."
"Only if you get caught," she said. "And Reid is in Europe, racing. He'll never find out."
When she mentioned Reid and what he was doing, I remembered how furious I was with him. He had been trying to call or text me the entire day before. I had been purposefully ignoring his calls.
I got up and looked for my phone. I couldn't find it.
"You've always wondered what my life was like," said Nancy. "Now you know. How do you feel?"
"I feel awful," I said. "Everything hurts. Your friends treated me like a cheap slut. They didn't care about me. They just wanted to get off. I was just a hole to them." I threw up again.
For the next couple of days my body healed. The bruises faded, but my disgust with myself and what I had done to my marriage grew.
Nancy, of course, regarded me with a newfound respect and admiration.
"I'm just in awe that you were able to take that huge dick up your ass," she gushed. "What did it feel like?"
"How the hell should I know?" I asked. "I was drunk out of my mind. I don't remember any of it."
"That's why we need to do it again!" she said.
"There is no way that would ever happen again," I told her.
"For years now you' e been telling me how my life and the things I do amaze you," she said. "Honey this is it. This is your last hurrah! It's your last time to go out and do something really stupid and wild. A year from now you're going to be someone's mom. Reid sure is living out his fantasies.
He's out there risking his God damned life every God damned day on a race track. Do you think for one second that he's thinking about what would happen to you if he's maimed or severely injured or crippled or even killed driving some car around a track?"
I looked at her again and even more of my anger came back.
"You're not going to be risking YOUR life or YOUR health," she said. "And since he isn't going to find out, you aren't risking anything."
"What if one of these guys falls in love with me, or starts blabbing?" I asked.
"Not gonna happen," she said. "All three of them are happily married. Two of them have kids. None of them wants to get divorced over you, Maddie. I mean you have that girl next door type of cuteness, but I don't think they're gonna fall in love with you. This is sex pure and simple."
"Then why ...?" I paused. "Why do they want me?"
"Because you're a wild freaky bitch who'll do and enjoy the kind of shit they can't get their wives to do," she said. "I'll call them."
Over the next few hours my mind, my heart and my emotions all grappled with the idea of what I was about to do.
On one hand, I knew that it was wrong. But it was no more wrong than what Reid was doing. It was also a lot less dangerous.
Every time I thought about him, I got angry all over again. Reid knew that I hated the thought of him driving fast. We'd had several arguments about it from occasions when he and I went out in his car and he had to win against other drivers who tried to beat us to the next stop light or pass us on the freeway.
It was as if he turned into a different person when he got into a car. And his Mustang seemed to invite people to race. Every time someone saw that car they were grinning like a fuckin' idiot and revving their engine. That car was a magnet for trouble.
I was also furious whenever he got a speeding ticket. I needed to have my husband safe and sound. Maybe my feelings were an offshoot of my phobia, but it bothered me.
The man who claimed to love me, not taking my feelings into consideration bothered me more.
Sometime after dark, my doorbell rang. Nancy ushered three men into my living room. I vaguely remembered them from the week before. But I had never really paid them any attention then. I had never considered that I might have ended up having sex with any of them.
There was certainly no chance that I might fall in love with any of them. There was nothing seemingly attractive about any of them. In fact I felt nothing for any of them.
With their clothes on I couldn't even figure out which one of them supposedly had the huge dick.
Nancy soon had them relaxed and drinking. This time I made sure not to drink anything stronger than a beer and didn't have many of them. Nancy soon had her clothes off and the guys were quick to follow.
Without their clothes on they looked even more normal. They were all just three normal, slightly pudgy, middle aged guys. At least until Nancy got a hold of Roy and pulled his shorts down.
His dick was pretty impressive, but it really wasn't much bigger than Reid's. Then Nancy started sucking on it and it almost doubled in length. It got fatter too. I was ready to send them all home then. To tell the truth I was afraid of it. I was sure that huge dick would split my pussy in half. There was no way I had gotten that thing in my ass.
As Nancy worked on Roy the other two guys started working on me. I decided that letting them play with me was safer than trying to do anything with Roy.
The funny thing was that I wasn't turned on at all. It didn't seem to matter to the two guys though. They worked on me. They felt my breasts and gently rubbed on me until I started to feel good. Then one of them got down between my legs and started eating my pussy.
I tried to stay in control but he was really good at it. It felt so good that I started spreading my legs further so he could get that tongue even deeper inside of me.
The next thing I knew I was screaming for him to make me cum. I was so close to the edge that I was sure one or two more strokes of that tongue would do it. But it wasn't his tongue that he put inside of me.
I didn't even know the guy's name but he had a dick and he knew how to use it. His dick wasn't as big as Roy's. It wasn't even as big as Reid's but it felt good and I was so close.
After a couple of strokes I was fucking him back like we were made for each other. "Fuck me," I begged him. He squeezed my tits and started to fuck me even harder. I was fucking him back desperately.
I even tried to kiss him but our wires got crossed and I missed his face somehow. I laughed and kept thrusting my pussy at him. Meanwhile, his friend had stood up and was rubbing his now engorged dick in my face.
I opened my mouth and he started gently thrusting his dick in and out of it. I have no intention of lying, it felt really good. Then the guy fucking me groaned and fell limp on top of me.
He shot a lot of sperm in my pussy. So much that it was streaming down my leg when he pulled out of me.
His friend pushed him out of the way and got on top of me. He was soon fucking away at me and I was on my way to cumming again.
The first guy stuck his dick in my face and I knew what to do. I could taste the sperm that was left on his dick and something else that was probably the taste of my own pussy.
I didn't like it, but I was being fucked and I really wanted to cum again. The guy in my mouth pulled out but he hadn't shot off again. He started working on my ass with his fingers.
It felt really good after a while. Reid had fucked my ass lots of times during our marriage. It wasn't something I liked, but I let him do it because I love him. But these two guys weren't like Reid.
They weren't tentative or shy about it. They knew what they wanted and they took it. Maybe it brought out a slutty side of me that I never knew I had. But more than likely, I was just reacting to what Nancy had told me.
This was my last chance to ever do something like this. I had never been much of a wild girl. This was my chance to show that I could hang with the best of them.
It felt strange having something up my ass at the same time that I had a dick in my pussy.
The next thing I knew the guy in my pussy had switched positions and put me on top of him. I started slamming my pussy down on his dick like I wanted to break it. But after a few strokes, I couldn't move as much.
The guy behind me had replaced his fingers in my ass with his dick. A weird shock went through me at first. Then we all slowed down and found a rhythm that worked.
I opened my eyes to see Roy staring almost glassy eyed at me while his two friends both fucked me at the same time. I screamed as I came yet again. When I regained my senses they were still fucking me. They slapped each other's hands like team mates who had just scored a touchdown.
I felt like part of the team too. I tried to kiss the guy under me, but he screamed as he came, filling my pussy again.
The next thing I knew that huge hunk of meat between Roy's legs was stuck in my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could but it wouldn't fit. Nancy's jaw must be double jointed.
I wondered then why Nancy hadn't let Roy fuck her. The other two guys moved out of the way and Roy got between my legs. He pushed and forced that huge dick between my inner lips. It hurt badly and I screamed, in pain. He stopped and just held it there.
He waited patiently and then pushed it a bit deeper. I felt more full than I ever had in my life. Nancy and the other two guys were watching in awe as Roy slowly sank that huge dick in me and then started to fuck me.
After a while it became less painful and then I started to fuck him back. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. That dick went further inside of me than anything had ever been.
Every time he pulled it out I felt empty. And when he slammed it into me, I could feel it poking itself into my womb. Nerve endings that had never been touched before reacted and I started cumming over and over.
I have no idea about most of the things I said. It was like I was in a trance. I told him that my pussy was his. I told him that I loved him. I begged him to make me pregnant.
And then I tried to kiss him.
"No," he said. And something resembling sanity returned to me. I opened my eyes and stopped moving against him.
"Nothing personal," he said. "But I only kiss my wife. Besides, you sucked two guys off. And you have their sperm on your face. Yuck!"
I looked at the other two guys and they looked away from me too. None of them could meet my gaze. The look they gave me told me what they thought of me.
Roy started trying to fuck me again, but the spell was over. I put my hands on his flabby chest and stopped him.
"Get off of me," I yelled.
"Hey, this is only sex," he said. "Nobody forced you. This is all in fun. Nancy told us you were married. Save your kisses for your husband. Don't get mad. There's nothing serious going on here. You're the one who got out of control and started screaming about having a baby. Now do you want to fuck or not?"
"How about NOT," I said, angrily.
"Fine," he said. "I'm outta here. If I want drama from a woman I'm not fucking, I have a wife for that shit."
As they gathered their clothes and left, I could hear them talking to Nancy about how fucked up I was. I also heard her tell them that she'd call them.
She came back into the room to find me curled up in the fetal position on the floor, crying my eyes out.
"I was such a fool Nance," I told her. "They treated me like a whore and ..."
"And what?" she asked.
"And I deserved it," I said.
"Honey, you just aren't used to being with world class fuckers," she laughed. "Once they got you all worked up, you should have seen yourself. I mean damn ... I like to fuck, but you're like some kind of porn star. You loved it. You were begging them for it and they gave it to you.
All I could do was sit back and watch a pro in action. I still don't know why you stopped. I really wanted to see Roy get that monster back in your ass."
"They ... They ... Treated me like I was nasty," I whined. "None of them would even kiss me. I was good enough to suck their dicks after they'd been in me, but none of them would kiss me.
One of them ate my pussy really good. That was what got me started, before that I wasn't going to do anything, but he wouldn't do it after I had fucked him and none of them would kiss me at all."
"I told you from the beginning," she said. "They weren't here to make love to you Maddie. This was just sex. It's just fun. It's a workout, nothing more. I don't know why you were yelling that you wanted to have a baby or that your pussy belonged to Roy.
He's almost forty and balding. He's not even good looking. Your husband loves you like you're the only woman on earth and he's better looking than any of those guys. You're out of your fucking mind."
"You were the one who talked me into this shit," I yelled. "And you didn't even fuck Roy yourself."
"I was going to fuck the other two," she said. "I've never fucked Roy. I tried to a couple of times, but it hurt too much. I told you I could barely get him in. And I'm not stupid."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Look Mad," she said. "I know how I seem. But I'm young. I'm single and I'm cute. Right now, I'm sowing my wild oats but someday I'm gonna settle down with Mr. Right, just like you did. Sooner or later Kyle is gonna give me a chance and when he does, I'm not gonna have a stretched out pussy that doesn't feel good to a normal sized guy.
And that works two ways you know. Not only will a normal guy think your pussy is too loose, but you won't be able to feel anything when a normal size guy fucks you.
You seem to like it when Reid fucks you. Remember me talking about the way you sound when he rings your bell?
You didn't sound like that with Roy. First it was all painful and sore, then when you got used to it you were just desperate to cum. Then he got all the way up in there and your eyes rolled back in your head and you got stupid. Are you going to be satisfied with Reid after that?
So, no thanks, I'm sticking to regular sized guys. I don't want to ever not enjoy it when a guy I love tries to make me feel special."
I realized then that as stupid as she was, Nancy was right.
I also realized that I had been the stupid one. I'd had a nearly perfect marriage until I listened to her. And my anger at Reid was also stupid. I'd always known that he was nuts about cars. He'd always loved to go fast. His Mustang was his pride and joy. Other than me, it was the thing he loved most.
"Maybe you should forgive him," she said. "As long as I've known you two, you've never stayed angry at him for this long. The poor guy is probably going crazy."
"Oh shit," I said. "I'd better turn my phone back on. I'll bet I have about a million texts and voicemails."
As soon as I turned the phone on it updated itself. I had more than fifty text messages and twenty voicemails. But I'd expected more. Most of the voicemails were from my parents. One or two were from my club or friends. Except for the first two messages from Reid that were from before I got angry there weren't any voicemails from him.
I quickly scanned the text messages and discovered that he had stopped texting me shortly after I got angry at him. There were a few messages and then they just stopped.
"Maybe he got pissed at you because you were pissed at him," said Nancy. "Unless ..." Her voice dropped off.
"Unless what?" I hissed.
"Maddie, racing is dangerous and I know Reid is a good driver but ..."
I started crying all over again. I grabbed my phone again like my life depended on it and called Reid. The phone just rang and rang it never even went to voicemail. I hung up and called him again with the same results. I tried again and again.
Nancy had to give me a sleeping pill to get me to sleep.
\* \* \* \* \* \*
Reid
So this is Europe. That was the first thing I thought after getting out of the taxi and standing in front of my hotel.
I was already having a hell of a day. My seat mate on the plane turned out to be a real motherfucker. I got up to stretch my legs and while I was gone the flight attendant rolled out the drink cart.
They'd asked us what we wanted an hour or so before, so when they got to our seats they had the drinks ready.
Apparently my seat mate told the flight attendant that he'd take care of my beer until I got back.
I walked up to my seat after my impromptu tour of the plane and saw the passengers around me with their drinks.
I spoke to the flight attendant and she told me that the old guy sitting next to me had it.
"Where's my beer?" I asked him.
"What beer?" he asked.
"The flight attendant said that she gave you my beer," I told him. "She said you volunteered to keep it for me."
"I don't know what to tell ya buddy," he smirked. "It's probably a scam. Why would I want to watch YOUR beer? I don't even know you. I'm not like your fucking butler or anything. That bitch conned you."
"Maybe I should bring her over here so the two of you can talk about it and we can get to the bottom of it," I said.
"That sounds like a damned good idea," he said. "But let me ask you something first. Do you maybe have an alcohol problem or something? I mean you're making a federal case about one fucking beer. Toughen up buddy. Walk it off. Rub some dirt on it. It's one fucking beer ... Shit!"
The airport here in Italy was scary as hell. There were soldiers with dogs and machine guns everywhere. They take terrorism very seriously.
The hotel does not look like the photos from the internet. Well ...maybe it does. Maybe it's like women.
You know how when you first start dating a woman you never see her without her makeup. And then once she's got you hooked, you discover that the face you fell in love with is mostly Maybelline.
They put the Maybelline version of the hotel on the internet. It was freshly painted and landscaped.
And I guess us stupid Americans assume things. We assume the dumbest things. We assume that there is air-conditioning, room service, cable, Wi-Fi, hot water, toilets that work and a bunch of other shit that is simply not specified in the brochure. Go figure. We're crazy.
I spent the first night in Italy, in my hotel room texting and talking to Maddie. I missed her more than she would ever know. It was hard for me to get to sleep without her there beside me in the crappy bed in the hotel room.
Another thing that bothered me was my guilt. I felt awful for not telling Maddie what I was really doing in Europe.
It was the first time I had ever lied to her and I swore it would be the last.
During the night or very early in the morning, someone slipped a sheet of paper with my schedule for the next few days on it.
As soon as I saw it, I got excited. I showered and went downstairs to have breakfast with my tour group.
We had breakfast in what someone had named the Imperial Dining room. There was nothing imperial about it except for the name.
But then the room seemed suited to the group of people waiting in it.
There was a collection of misfits in the room that were as different as snowflakes. No two of them were the same.
There was a huge hulking guy with a beard and a bald head. He was wearing a T-shirt that read proud member of the fifteen hundred horsepower club on the front. The back said something about big tire cars only.
There was another guy near him who looked damned near exactly like Paul Walker from the neck up. He had the hair color and the hair cut. He even had the cocky little smile.
From the neck down he looked like Vin Diesel would have looked if he subsisted on nothing but Cheetos and beer. He had huge flabby arms and a big gut.
He let out a nervous fart that nearly cleared the room. It sounded like someone had just started a chainsaw. He sat there doing that little Paul Walker laugh and then the smell hit us.
He then abandoned the table he'd been sitting at for one on the opposite side of the room.
To make things worse he crop dusted by leaving a few smaller blasts while he walked.
Someone in the back of the room said he was from the Farts and the Flabbiest which started the whole room laughing.
A guy who looked fairly normal came over and sat down at my table. He introduced himself as Luke Dribble. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.
He was soft spoken and a really nice guy, but I was pretty sure he was wearing NASCAR underoos.
There was an Asian guy with a laptop, wearing a Honda jacket, a British or Australian guy who was constantly talking about Jag-U-ar, and a host of other misfits. I felt kind of odd. I probably should have worn some of my Mustang gear. But I had felt that this was a new experience for me. I was here to learn more about driving, not to brag about my car back home.
There was also the fact that any pure racing car would make short work of my car. It just seemed pretentious or just stupid to boast about a standard production car, even though it was highly modified in a place where there were much faster cars.
It would be kind of like telling a major league baseball player about your five year old who plays T-ball.
And then the entire mood in the room shifted. A very officious looking man in a suit carrying a lot of papers walked towards the front of the room. But he wasn't what everyone was staring at. Following him were three women.
Actually, in that testosterone fueled environment, they were closer to being three goddesses. And they knew it.
From the way they strutted across the room as if they owned it, it was clear that they knew the effect they were having on the men in the room.
The first woman was a blond. She was the skinny, Miss America type. She had long straight blond hair and a thin body with legs for days. Her crystal clear blue eyes gave her an innocent look that her cherry red lips told you was a lie.
She was the all American dream girl; the girl that every guy wanted to marry. She was dressed in one of those skintight leather versions of a driving suit. The same kind that women all seemed to wear at car shows.
The second woman was also a blond. But that was where the similarities ended. She was almost a foot shorter. Her hair was also shorter and curly. She had huge boobs and an ass like race horse. It swayed from side to side amazingly as she walked.
The look on her face told you that she would be fucking someone, probably one or some of the guys in that room, that night. She was the kind of woman that every guy wanted to fuck and then run out on.
She too wore the leather driver's suit, but it was barely able to contain her ass and tits.
The last woman had dark hair. It was captured in a very long pony tail. She was in the middle body wise. Her tits were bigger than Miss America's but nowhere near as big as the slut's. She had a very thin waist and a heart shaped ass that was dwarfed by the slut's.
She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. As they stepped up to the podium the dark haired woman sat down at a table near the podium.
The man started talking about the activities we'd do over the next couple of weeks. Most of the guys were more interested in watching the two women on the stage. It turned out that they were his coordinating assistants. They would be helping to keep us motivated and organized.
The real shock came when it was revealed that the brunette was one of us. She was a driver.
The following morning we'd be assigned cars and start our lessons and practice sessions. I guess the rest of the afternoon was supposed to be some sort of get acquainted or get to know each other session.
As I figured, most of the guys made a beeline for the women. They were soon surrounded by all eighteen of the guys. The 19th guy was me. I left to go out and see some of the sites around Rome and take pictures to send to Maddie.
Some of the things I saw were so beautiful that I wished I could have convinced her to come with me. I guess I should have been angry about her having lied to me for so many years about her fear of traveling.
So many of the times when her behavior about vacations or visiting family seemed odd, now made sense. Most of the time, I had chalked it up to her period or to Maddie just being Maddie. But now it was all clear.
Like I said, I should have been angry, but truthfully, I was flattered. Maddie loved me so much that she hid her fear from me because she was more afraid of losing me than traveling and she was scared shitless of travel.
Maybe I loved her too much. Maybe I was just making excuses for her. I know for a fact that if I had lied to her about anything ...ANYTHING ...Maddie would lose her fucking mind. But I tended not to sweat the small stuff.
So after an afternoon of taking photos of beautiful things for my beautiful thing, I went back to my shitty hotel room to sort through them and send them to her.
My plan was to email them to her. That way she could open them on our computer and view them on a bigger screen. That way we could also talk about each photo on the phone as she looked at them. It would be almost like she was there with me.
I called her and for some reason she didn't pick up. So I sent her a text. And I waited. And waited. And WAITED. It was odd for Maddie not to respond to me. I also knew that Maddie never went anywhere without having her phone near her. Maybe she had lost or damaged her phone.
I spent the test of the night calling and texting her until I fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning feeling as if I hadn't slept at all. I went down to the dining room to find the members of our group already there and having breakfast. There were several lively conversations going on.
Luke waved me over to a table near the stage where he sat along with a couple of other guys.
"Dude Ah'm telling ya she was all over me," said the Paul Diesel look alike. "I was grabbing that fat booty with both hands and it felt good. Who knows what woulda happened if her God damned friend hadn't come into the room."
"Where'd you disappear to yesterday," Luke asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I went to a bunch of museums and took pictures for my wife," I said. "She loves art and sculptures and stuff."
"You missed a hell of a party," said one guy.
"There's always gonna be another party," I said. "But there's only one Maddie."
"Dude for most of us this is a vacation," said the big bearded guy. "We're trying to get away from our wives."
"Preach on Brother," said Paul Diesel. "I have a job that I hate and too many fucking bills to even think about quitting it. Shit, I'm married too. But every time I even glance at my car sideways, the bitch has a conniption. I need this vacation."
"Ohhhh fuck!" said another guy. "I can beat both of you. I have three kids that I can't fucking stand. None of the little bastards looks a thing like me and my evil assed boss is my wife's father."
"How the hell did that happen?" asked Luke.
"I woke up next to her at a party," said the guy. "I knew her vaguely before then. We had never dated or anything but I'd seen her around. The next thing I knew she was following me around and I was trying to scrape her off like gum on the bottom of my shoe. A few weeks later she told me she was pregnant. I told her I'd help her out with the kid as much as I could but I was unemployed at the time.
The next thing I knew her dad had given me a job and we were getting married. Before I knew it the baby was born. We had just gotten settled into some kind of life, when she told me she was pregnant again. Her father started looking at me like I was some kind of asshole. I was still in shock. We weren't even having sex that often. It was probably once a week. My sperm must be as strong as my driving skills.
After the second one was born she told me that we needed to back off on the sex because she didn't want to get pregnant again. Her body was starting to look like her mother's. I didn't care because truthfully the sex wasn't that good.
After that, every once in a blue moon she'd be in the mood and I'd do it just to keep from arguing with her. After one of those times she told me she was pregnant AGAIN.
She got mad at me and took off for a week. I had to get my parents to watch the little bastards while I went to work. People kept coming up to me and asking me whose kids they were. A lot of people told me they looked like one of the welders that I worked with.
I remembered then that my wife used to date the guy and they were still kind of friendly. Now I ain't no dummy, so when she got back, I confronted her and she stormed out of the house. She left me with her fucking kids AGAIN.
Her father stormed over to my house and beat the shit out of me. I filed for a divorce the next day.
She came back crying and whining and claiming she loved me, but again, I ain't no dummy. I didn't fold.
So the bitch cheated. She got two huge guys who work at our plant to hold me down. She stuck some kind of funny thing in my mouth and then left.
At least she took the damned kids with her.
About a week later she showed back up with the big guys and a smile on her face. They dragged me down to the local police station. I thought she was having me locked up for something. While I watched, they hooked her up to a machine that turned out to be a lie detector.
She passed the fucking test with flying colors. It turned out that she really did love me and she had never cheated on me. Not even once. Then she handed me two DNA tests and showed me a slip for an invitro test for the baby she was carrying.
Her two ugly assed kids ... 99.99999% mine. They may not look like me but they're my brats through and through. I went into shock. And then she took me out of there. It had gotten dark by then she told me she was going to explain it all to me.
I was the only bright spot in her life. She intended to fix things between us but there was still a problem. She took me to a house near ours. But we didn't go inside. We sat in the car and waited for a while. Then she dragged me to the side of the house and we looked inside of a window.
There I saw her ex, the welder. I got pissed immediately and she just smiled.
"I knew there was hope for us," she said. "You wouldn't be jealous if you didn't care." I didn't say shit. I was too shocked.
Her ex had a huge dick. I mean one of those gigantic porno dicks. And it was buried up to the balls in her brother's ass. The two of them were going at it like newlyweds. I threw up all over the side of their fucking house.
It turned out to only be the tip of the ice berg though. Her brother wanted to have sexual reassignment surgery and marry the welder. He had always felt like a woman trapped in a man's body. But the Welder told him not to.
They argued about it constantly. Her brother was transgender, but the welder was just a normal gay guy. He wasn't attracted to women at all. He told her brother that if he got the surgery no matter how Caitlin Jennerish he looked, it would be over between them.
She had been keeping that secret for the past couple of years. Helping to deal with it was the source of the stress between us.
When we got back to our house, her parents were waiting for us. Her father apologized to me and gave me a raise. He told me about how much he had resented me for my normal life, when he could no longer relate to his son.
Every time I got Angie pregnant, it was a dagger in his heart because my kids were the only grandkids he was ever going to have. I did my best to be gracious but it doesn't change anything. I would never have picked Angie to marry. But with three kids, I have no choice. I also hate my job but someday, I'm gonna own the business.
Angie's brother/sister is saving up money for the surgery and wants no part of the business or his father since he can't seem to adjust to his/her lifestyle. As a matter of fact that's what I'm doing here.
Angie's father had a heart attack after his son/daughter went on the estrogen treatments and got breast implants. The first time he saw him/her he keeled over and dropped on the spot. He was in the hospital for six months and I had to take over the running of the business.
It was six months of on the job training hell. This vacation is my reward for putting up with it. I just want to relax and drive some cars. If some hot European woman chooses to give me some pussy for my trouble or because I charm the panties off of her ... So be it!"
"So be it!" yelled every guy at our table. For the rest of the trip, "So be it," or Sobie for short was what we called him.
That morning we were broken into two groups of ten. One group was assigned to the classroom and the other to the track. Each of us was also assigned a partner in the other group and a car.
The cars weren't what I was expecting. The head mechanic called them Cosworths or RS Cosworths. I later found out that it was the fifth generation of the European version of the Ford Escort. The car was turbocharged and had a top speed of 150 mph.
Every day we had two classroom sessions; one before lunch and one after. We also had two driving sessions on the track, one before lunch and one after.
Just before we were released each day we had a group session in the classroom.
We spent the first part of the week practicing. The idea was that we would learn as much as we could about ourselves, our cars and our opponents. On Friday we would all do three laps around the track. The best five of each group would race ten laps on Saturday morning.
The winner would get to practice all day Saturday afternoon and drive as a relief driver in the local formula one race on Sunday. Monday we headed for Germany.
On our very first day, of driving, Tuesday, I learned that the Asian guy was a terrible driver. He was far better at hooking his computer up to the car and finding out problems in its engine.
Paul Diesel and the big bearded guy were both Street racers. They were used to handling a hell of a lot of horsepower, but only raced one time, straight down a section of roadway. The concept of multiple laps and cornering blew their minds.
Even my buddy Luke had his problems. Luke was great on straight-aways and he could take corners with the best of them, but only if they were left turns. He took right hand corners so slowly he could be driving Miss Daisy.
I was doing okay. I was always near the top in our group, but I could have been doing better. The problem was that I missed Maddie. Every day I spent all of my time away from the track trying to call her and leaving her lots of texts.
Every night was spent in my room trying even more. In desperation, I finally called my best friend, Kyle.
I wanted Kyle to go over to the house and find out what the hell was going on with Maddie. Unfortunately, Kyle had to travel for work a lot but he did give me an incredible idea.
He reminded me of my X-finity security system and the fact that we had cameras all over the house that I could call up on my phone. I could also review all of the footage for up to a twenty four hour period.
Maddie and I often checked in on the house when we first got the system but after having it for a couple of years we had both pretty much forgotten about it.
I lay down on my bed and pulled out my phone. Before I could turn it on there was a knock on my door.
"It's open," I yelled.
"Hey ... Reid, we're all going to that bar down the street. You've never gone with us so I thought that maybe I'd ..." he began.
"Thanks Sobie," I said. "But I'm right in the middle of something."
"Calling the old ball and chain again ...?" he smirked. "You two must really be in love."
"We are," I smiled. Just thinking of Maddie brought a smile to my lips. Maddie might not be a world class beauty but she's pretty and she's all mine.
I turned my phone on and hit the Xfinity app. Then I laughed my ass off because it was the wrong one. I was looking at the app that let me watch TV on my phone. There was another one that allowed me to control my DVRs from anywhere in the world.
The last one was the one I wanted. I scrolled through the cameras until I found what I thought I wanted. I saw Maddie talking to that slutty friend of hers. I turned the volume up all the way and could make out a lot of their conversation.
At least I knew that Maddie was alive and well. She seemed to be upset about something. I checked the other cameras around the house. There was no one there beside Maddie and Nancy.
I wished that I could hear them well enough to understand what they were talking about and why Maddie was angry at me. Then it hit me. I went over to my suitcase and grabbed my ear buds. With the buds I could get the phone's volume much louder and make out what they were saying.
At first I thought that Nancy was talking about some guy she had fucked. It didn't surprise me. Nancy was a dick seeking missile. It was one of the reasons that I didn't like Maddie hanging out with her. I didn't want people to think that my Maddie was the same type of woman.
But as I listened to the conversation I got angry. I scrolled back through camera after camera until I found what I needed ... Or maybe didn't need to see.
It was surreal. I couldn't believe what I was watching. Tears sprang from my eyes as I saw it. My wife Maddie was being fucked by a guy. She was giggling stupidly as if she didn't know what she was doing.
One guy got off of her and another got on her. She didn't offer any kind of resistance. She even spread her legs so he could get started.
Nancy got off of the guy she was fucking to watch. I vomited the contents of my gut into the nearby sink and stood there heaving.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked. I looked as if I had aged ten years over the last few minutes. I was sweating. My heart was beating ridiculously fast and I was still short of breath.
It made no sense. Maddie had cheated on me. I tried to calm myself down I watched the tape over and over from the beginning. Maddie HAD been drinking, but she hadn't been drunk at all when she brought three strange men into our house.
From the way the men had been talking from the time they first walked into the house it was obvious why they'd come over. One of them even asked when they were going to get some clothes off and get started.
Besides anger I just felt stupid. It all seemed so obvious now. When does any woman not want to go to Paris? It had all been planned from the very beginning. Maddie had sent me to Europe by myself on purpose. She had made up the whole ridiculous travel phobia thing so she could stay home and fuck strange guys. I was such a fool.
As if I hadn't punished myself enough I watched it over and over again. I wondered what the guys she had fucked had that I didn't. I had noticed that one of the guys had a huge dick. Maybe that was it. Maybe my normal sized equipment just didn't float her boat.
I couldn't take it anymore. I left the hotel room slamming the door on my way out as if breaking something would give me back my shattered ego.
I walked a huge loop through the streets of Rome, alternately silently crying and swearing vengeance.
I ended up in front of the huge fountain in front of the hotel. I stood there in front of the fountain, staring at the ornately carved statues that adorned it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out all of my loose change.
I had three coins, a quarter a nickel and one of those stupid Susan B. Anthony dollar coins that everyone mistakes for a quarter.
I chucked my three coins in the fountain, wondering where I'd heard that phrase before. I threw the coins as if I wanted them to rip through the water, then through the marble of the fountain, through the Earth's crust and emerge halfway across the planet and go through Maddie's cheating heart.
Of course that didn't happen. The water slowed the coins down before they were halfway to the bottom. And although my anger still raged, the coins floated impotently down and settled gently on the bottom with all of the other accumulated coins from many countries that were thrown in there since the fountain was last cleaned.
Then I stood there wondering what I had done wrong. I went over every sin I had committed throughout my life. I started with the cookies I had stolen from the church bake sale when I was three and ending up with lying to Maddie about the purpose of my trip here.
I've never claimed to be perfect, but I don't think I've ever done anything bad enough to deserve what Maddie had done.
I closed my eyes and like Dorothy, I clicked my heels together three times and wished with all of my heart that I could wake up at home in my bed. I wished that it had all been just a dream and that Maddie would be waking me up to go to work.
"It was all a dream ... It was all a dream ... It was all a dream," I mumbled.
"What was all a dream?"
I cracked one eye and turned to look beside me in the direction of the voice.
"Oh, Hi," I said.
"So is this what you do every night?" she asked. I just looked at her.
"Did I interrupt something?" she asked. She looked at me more closely and screwed up her face.
"Are you crying?" she asked incredulously.
"No," I said quickly. "There's just smoke in my eyes."
"You don't have to worry," she said. "I won't tell anyone. I know what guys are like. If I told them you were standing out here crying, you'd never hear the end of it."
"It really doesn't matter to me," I said. "I'm going home first thing in the morning. I have some stuff I need to take care of."
"Your wife told you to come home, huh?" she said.
"My wife doesn't control me!" I said.
"There's nothing wrong with it," she said. "And look you don't have to get angry. I can go somewhere else. I'm not making fun of you. Actually when I heard you guys talking yesterday at breakfast, I thought you sounded like the coolest guy in the bunch."
"Huh?" I said. "Why?"
"You're the only guy here who actually told the truth about being married. You're actually the only guy here who acts like he is married and acts like being married means anything."
"You don't brag about having a car back home that can beat any car in the whole fucking universe. AND you're one of the best drivers here."
"Thanks," I said.
"So why aren't you uhm... Back there with your friends?" I asked.
"Sarah and Jackie aren't my friends," she said. "I know them from last year. They're way too slutty for me. I have to share a room with them because it's cheaper for one thing and because some of the places we go have very limited facilities for women. I also need to have someone to talk to away from all of the guys here."
"You have no idea how tough it is being the only woman in a group like this," she said. "First off there's the fact that I only came here to become a better driver, just like the rest of you. But I also have every would-be Romeo in the group hitting on me." I just looked at her.
"Okay, I know that look," she said. "I'm not like Sarah and Jackie. As a matter of fact that's why I'm here now. Their damned contest has driven me out of our room."
"What contest?" I asked.
"The two of them bet five hundred Euros over which one of them can sleep with the most guys in the group before the tour ends," she said. "They've each got a guy in their beds right now. That's why I'm out here."
We sat down near the fountain and just talked for a few hours before she brought it up again. It was after midnight and we both had to be up for the next day's activities but neither of us was ready to call it a night.
I wasn't ready to try to sleep since I knew what would go through my mind. I have no idea why she wasn't.
"Reid, I think you should rethink your decision to go home," she told me. "I swear that I would never tell anyone about you crying. I know that you're not ready to talk about whatever your wife did, but when you are, I'm here if you need me." She smiled at me then for the first time.
"But whatever it is, you told me that this was supposed to be a once in a lifetime trip for you. Why give it up because someone else did something stupid?"
"I know that she probably called you and told you to come home. Or she threatened to divorce you if you didn't or something like that. Don't give in to her. Once you give in to demands like that you'll always have to give up everything you want to keep her happy. Trust me ...I know."
"I don't think you ..." I began.
"Trust me Reid," she said. "I was married too. He couldn't handle the fact that I was a better driver or that I knew more about cars. This is my second time doing this tour. When I came last year he told me that he'd divorce me if I did. I did it anyway, but he didn't divorce me. He just told me that now that I had it out of my system I could settle down and be a good wife.
I guess my driving ability threatened his fragile masculinity. I found out that he'd been bolstering it by screwing his secretary. I divorced him and came on the tour again."
"I thought you Italians and Europeans in general had more open views about infidelity," I said.
"I'm not Italian," she said. "I guess it's the dark hair huh? I'm a third generation Mexican American, dummy. I was born in and live in Boston."
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"Reid, you didn't offend me," she smiled. "But what you said is the same thing that asshole I married thought. He figured that we'd go to counseling, talk about our feelings and sweep what he did under the rug. He kept telling me that it wasn't the end of the world and it didn't have to be the end of our marriage. Working our way through it could make our marriage stronger.
I guess he just didn't understand that maybe we could keep the marriage going. But a marriage is really at its core just a partnership. It's a contract between two people. So maybe we could renegotiate the contract and save the partnership, but the love and trust I had for him was destroyed and could never be rebuilt." She shook her head and I just stared at her.
"I know it sounds crazy," she said. "My family was shocked. Our women are supposed to stand by their men no matter what. Maria you have to forgive him they all said.
"But I knew in my heart that I deserve better. I deserve someone who'll love me the way you love your wife. I was so jealous of her the day you told the guys about going to the museum to take pictures for her. And the smile you got whenever you talked about her ...She's a lucky woman. You still have to stand your ground though. Enjoy this vacation. Maybe the time apart will make her realize how lucky she is ...alright there's the bat signal."
"Huh?" I said.
"My roomies just flashed the lights on and off in our room," she said. "I guess they're done fucking for the night. Will I see you at breakfast?"
"You betcha," I said with more enthusiasm than I felt.
I went back up to my hotel room and saw my phone lying on my bed where I had left it. I put the phone in my suitcase after turning it off.
Then I went to bed. I tossed and turned all night. I dreamed about Maddie doing terrible things. In the dreams I saw her cheating on me over and over. I saw her cheating on me while she got ready for our wedding. I dreamed that she cheated on me with various members of the hotel staff during our honeymoon.
I saw her cheating on me with my boss, both of our fathers and even with Kyle.
I woke up long before I needed to be at breakfast and I stayed up because I just didn't want to sleep anymore. It was mostly because I was afraid of what I would dream next.
While I showered, my rational brain had a chance to process the situation as I knew it, instead of as I had imagined it. The things that I had dreamed were only that. They were dreams. They were fantasy visions brought on by the pain of what I had discovered.
None of those things were true. Maddie's guilt over cheating on me and her assertion that she felt awful about it told me that it had never happened before. I truly believed that.
Secondly, I was sure that the alcohol had played a factor in it. Maddie had gone from constantly texting me about how much she missed me to sleeping with multiple men. It made no sense. She had to have been drunk out of her mind.
The questions loomed large in my mind. Could we possibly save our marriage? Maria had told me that in her case there was a difference between the relationship and the marriage. I wondered if that was true. Is it possible to separate them?
Suddenly I had an insight. The reason for all of this ... The main reason that we were clearing items from B4K list was the kids. Both of our moms had been pressuring us to get started having kids. At that moment a chill went up my spine. What if this shit had happened after she'd gotten pregnant?
I would have been trapped. It would have been just as Maria's ex-husband had described it. The marriage would have become simply a partnership based on giving our kids the best life possible. I would have been forced to go through the motions to keep my kids happy.
There would have been no love left, no trust left, no relationship between Maddie and me; just a sham of a marriage perpetrated on giving my kids the chance to grow up in a home with two parents.
Would Maddie continue to cheat? Would I find someone else to love and begin cheating? How long would we have to keep the farce going?
We would probably have to stay together until our youngest was at least fifteen or sixteen. That only brings up another problem. If she had done this after we'd had a child, we would have only had one. There would be no way I would ever have brought another child into the world with a cheater.
Maddie had always told me that we needed at least three kids. Shit she was probably lying about that too.
The alarm on my watch chimed suddenly and brought me out of my thoughts. I realized two things. The first was that I had to put all of that shit out of my mind and go eat breakfast so I'd have the energy to drive.
The second was that my life was fucked up. It was all in a state of flux. I had no idea what would happen in two weeks when I returned home. Nothing would ever be the same.
A lot of it would depend on Maddie. If she came out and told me what had happened, we might be able to work our way past it in time. If she didn't we were doomed.
When I first got here, my marriage was the rock at the center of my life. It was the thing I based everything on. My love for Maddie was my safe place to weather the storms that life brought.
At that moment I realized that everything had changed. Coming here to race was no longer a pleasant diversion. Suddenly, it was far more important. It was all I had left.
I just needed to get into a car and drive.
I went down to breakfast. I got a tray that time instead of just coffee. I grabbed a bowl of fruit, and to my surprise, they actually had bacon. I took six slices. "Fuck my Cholesterol," I said louder than I'd intended.
"So be it," screamed someone further behind me in line.
I grabbed two more slices of bacon. I got juice beside my coffee. I had recently read an article about how cherry juice was supposed to help in lowering cholesterol. I figured it couldn't hurt.
I headed for the table where I usually sat with Luke, Paul, Todd, Hoshi and Sobie. Our table was perfect because it wasn't usually sought after. So we knew we'd always be able to sit there.
The closer you were to the girls' table, the harder it was to get a seat. Some of the guys who sat at the table right next to the girls had to get there an hour early. Most of the time, they had to eat or at least get their food early too. If they got up to get food, their seats were immediately taken.
Even then they had problems. If their trays were empty, all kinds of guys would start asking them if they were ready to leave since they were done eating.
But that morning things had changed. I knew that I was different. My focus had completely changed. I wanted to make the best if my remaining time. Instead of just trying to have fun and get better, I wanted to win. Shit, I wanted to win everything.
Little did I know, bigger changes were in store for me. As I sat down, the guys immediately started ribbing me.
"Fuck Dude, is that like a whole pig on your plate?" laughed Todd.
"Leave him alone," said Sobie. "His wife just told him she's pregnant. He's eating for three."
We all started laughing at that. As much as I was still hurting over what Maddie had done, it was funny so I laughed too. I laughed all the way until I went into shock as two arms wrapped themselves around me in a hug.
"I'm so glad you're here," said Maria as the guys at my table went into shock. "Are you gonna be okay?"
Guys all over the room were flipping out and breaking their necks to see what was going on. Maria pushed her way in and sat down beside me.
In that way that women have she rearranged everything on my plate. She turned it from one sloppy pile of food into two neat ones.
My eight slices of bacon became two four slice piles. She looked across the table and spotted an extra fork on Sobie's tray. She stretched across the table and eighteen jaws dropped simultaneously.
Maria had changed out of her usual fitted jeans. Her ass was still heavenly ...probably moreso in the looser white capris she wore. She was also wearing a V-neck T-shirt and when she bent to extract the fork she showed a generous amount of cleavage.
She took the top off of my bowl of chopped fruit pieces and stuck two forks in it.
"We could have just shared the one fork," she smiled. "But this will be better."
"We're gonna have to share the coffee and the juice, but don't worry I have great dental hygiene so you won't get cooties or anything," she added.
The next thing I knew she was eating Bacon. Then she took her fork and speared a chunk of pineapple. For the next twenty minutes we ate and sipped coffee and juice while it seemed like the entire world ... Or at least the room watched us.
At one point Sarah, the tall skinny blond came over to ask Maria something. Maria looked at her and then at me and whispered something back to her.
By that time it was nine o clock and time for us to head to our assignments. Maria was on the track and I was going to class.
She stood up and turned her back to me. "Reid, hold this," she said, sitting on my lap. She had gathered her long shimmering hair into a loose pony tail and had me hold it for her while she grabbed a hair tie from her pocket. She had to wiggle a little bit to fish it out of her pocket.
Seeing her wiggle her delicious heart shaped ass while sitting on my lap gave a couple of the guys heart attacks. She quickly braided her hair in a long controlled ponytail and looked over her shoulder at me.
"Thanks for breakfast," she said. "I'll buy you lunch. Let's go somewhere else. I'll meet you by the track." And then she was gone.
As if time had just restarted, the guys at my table and the one next to it suddenly realized that breakfast was over and they hadn't eaten.
"Fuck food..." said Luke."I need an explanation for what just happened."
"We'll talk about it later," I said.
"So Fuckin' be it!" declared Sobie.
It was a strange morning. Suddenly subjects like driving the optimal line or the proper time to brake or downshift were as important to me as breathing.
Many of my classmates on the other hand were simply staring at me and whispering.
Our instructor, a former formula one driver sensed that I was an engaged student and started doing his best to pour as much of his knowledge and history as he could down my throat.
A lot of what he told me was just fluff. Stories of him dueling it out with Jackie Stewart were interlaced with tidbits about local roads in the area that he had practiced on that helped him master different things. I soaked it all up like a sponge. I hoped that some of it might someday help me.
After class was over, I made my way to the track. Passing by the cafeteria, I grabbed two bottles of Iced Tea. I figured I'd keep them in the car with me so I could do more laps without having to stop to cool off.
On days like that one, with temps in the eighties or low nineties it would be over a hundred degrees in the cars and they had no air conditioning.
As I got to the garage, my timing couldn't have been better or worse depending on your perspective.
The guy in my class who shared a car with Maria was watching her get out of the car. As she pulled her helmet off and then stripped off her driving suit, he held up a bottle of water.
"Thank you so much," she said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "I really appreciate the gesture, but you should save it for yourself. You're about to go out on the track and it's really hot out there. I wouldn't feel right taking it. Besides ..." she looked over at me and a simply dazzling smile came out. Her smile caused the guy she was talking with to glance over his shoulder and see me.
"...My friend's got it covered," she continued.
I'm not sure which of the three surprised me the most. I was torn between her brilliant and blinding smile, the evil and angry glare that my classmate gave me and her statement that not only was I her FRIEND, but that she thought one of my bottles of iced tea was for her.
I have no idea where she got that idea. I swear they were both for me.
I did notice the waves of hate coming from my classmate though. And sure enough, they weren't directed at her. They were aimed straight at me.
They also seemed to become more intense when she patted him on the shoulder and floated her way towards me.
She came over and smiled again as she looked at the two quart sized bottles of Snapple Iced tea.
"Made from the best stuff on earth," she giggled. She had no idea that at least ten guys were watching us and taking it all in.
"Maybe it's the SECOND best stuff," she said elbowing me in the side like I knew what the hell she was talking about.
"I'll take the Raspberry," she said, picking my favorite flavor. That left me the peach tea. She brushed my very short hair back, which made absolutely no sense. It wasn't like I was fuckin' Fabio. My hair is shorter than a crew cut, so I just didn't get it.
I also didn't know why all of the guys were staring at us. It made no sense. The guys in her class should have been heading for the showers. The guys in my class should have been checking out their cars or getting into their driving equipment.
Maria wrapped her sweaty arms around me and hugged me again. My hands, out of habit went to her waist.
She was the first woman other than Maddie that I had ever hugged since before I was married.
She felt amazing.
"Make sure you hit the showers before we go to lunch," she said. Then she turned to leave and it all made sense.
The white Capri pants that she was wearing were soaked with sweat. They had become almost see-through. The guys were looking straight at her ass through the almost invisible pants.
She was wearing a very tiny pink thong that left nothing to the imagination. I quickly snatched her driving suit from her hand and wrapped it around her waist.
My actions earned me a round of loud boos and a couple of death threats from the guys watching us.
I saw Maria's eyes flash with anger at me for snatching her suit from her hands. Then she suddenly understood the situation and redirected her fury at the guys booing me.
"At least there's one gentleman here," she spat. "Sorry, Reid," she said quietly.
Then she reached up, pressed that amazingly sexy but extremely sweaty body against me and kissed me. I'm not talking about a peck. I'm talking about a full on lip lock.
"See you at lunch, Reid," she gushed.
I struggled into my driving suit and helmet with my emotions in a flux. Had I just cheated on Maddie? At that moment I not only didn't care about Maddie, I barely remembered who she was.
People are always talking about light bulb moments, or when things suddenly just clicked for them. That morning from the time my ass hit the seat, I blanked out everything except driving.
My first two laps were driven the way I always did them. That means I drove like a freeway racer. I wove in and out of traffic just trying to pass other cars. But with the temperatures climbing and guys getting out of their cars to cool off or get a drink, I found myself with a nearly empty track.
I decided to try a few of the instructor's tips about braking and shifting. I also tried my best to hit the apex of every turn and drive the type of drive line we'd discussed in class.
After a few laps I had it down. I was feeling pretty good too until I heard my name over the intercom they used to warn or penalize us or to bring us in.
"Richards, what the fuck are ya doin? Get your ass up here, now!" It was the first time I'd ever heard, Ian, our gruff old track manager curse at me. Usually he just left us alone unless we were driving too aggressively or refusing to give way to faster cars. And even then all he did was told the guilty party to sit out a few laps.
As I got my car off the track a lot of the guys were looking at me or trying not to. The ones who looked at me were smiling or laughing at me. The ones who were trying not to look at me were laughing too, but they were nice enough to hide it.
I dropped my helmet and zipped my suit open to get some air on me. It was even hotter now than when Maria was on the track. I was dripping with sweat.
I walked into the control room and looked for Ian. He was sitting in front of his computer analyzing telemetry as usual.
A brown cigarette that seemed to be more than halfway to being one long gray piece of ash dangled from his lips.
"What the fuck got into you?" he asked.
"Sorry, Ian, I guess I lost focus. I was just trying to practice some of the things we learned in class and I got into a rhythm. I'll try to do better ne..."
"What's the track record for students in an RS Cosworth?" he asked.
"I'm sorry Ian ... They told us the first day of class but I've forgotten," I said.
"You should have forgotten it," he said, sarcastically. "You just broke it twice. If you keep driving like that you may end up driving more than a few laps on Sunday. And the surprise we have in store for next week might be right up your alley. Hit the showers.
I saw Jackie in the hall as I left the control room. She waved to me. I waved back and went to grab my gear. I needed a shower badly and I didn't want Maria to have to wait for me.
"Hey, slow down," I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Jackie running to catch up to me.
Watching her trying to run was like watching a penguin trying to fly. Her huge breasts were bouncing up and down so hard it looked like she would give herself a TKO ... That stands for Titty Knock Out ... at any second.
"Hey, Reid, you should come out to the club with us this evening," she said breathlessly.
"I'm not really into the whole drinking and partying thing," I said. "I gave that up about halfway through college. But thanks for asking."
"You should give it a try," she said, sticking out her already impressive chest. "You never know, you might get lucky."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said trying my ass off not to laugh. Jackie was obviously trying to win the contest that she and Sarah were having.
I felt sorry for her, because if she had to fuck me to win, she had already lost. Even after what Maddie had done, I wasn't a cheater.
I took a shower and got myself clean and smelling good. I told myself to calm down. I was only going to lunch with a friend ... Or a colleague.
I was playing it cool ... Like a pop sickle in the snow at the North Pole in January. That is until I saw her.
She was passing by the cafeteria area and heading in the general direction of my room. It was simply unfair. She'd left the braid in her hair until she got out of the shower. Then she'd taken it down, resulting in a head full of incredible S shaped waves that cascaded down her back nearly to her waist.
The Capris were gone. In their place was a very short, frilly skirt that was playful and sexy at the same time. The peek a boo V neck had made way for a deep scoop neck leotard like top that left nothing to imagine in terms of how spectacular her breasts were.
The skirt revealed truly spectacular legs. They were the most incredible legs I had ever seen. If you compared Maria's legs to Sarah's, it just made Sarah seemed to be too thin. If you compared the, to Jackie's it made Jackie seem like a fat girl with giant boobs.
Her feet were open and free in tiny flat sandals with straps that criss-crossed their way up her calves.
As she passed by the cafeteria, it emptied. Even the guys sitting with Sarah and Jackie got up. When she saw me, it generated another million watt smile. And suddenly nothing mattered.
"Guess what?" she gushed. "We have the afternoon off. They said it's too hot to drive the cars this afternoon."
I have no words to describe that afternoon. After lunch we visited several museums and an ice cream parlor. Of course they called it by some weird Italian name but it was ice cream.
We lost track of time and by the time we wandered back to the hotel it was well past dinner. We hugged each other goodbye and wished each other good luck. We both had to race the next day.
She told me not to be nervous I only had to finish in the top five of my group to move on.
I went back to my hotel room feeling better than I had since I'd left home. But as soon as I got there I started thinking again. I began to wonder how much of what Maddie had done was my fault.
If I had never left home, would any of this have happened? After thinking about it, I had to admit that the chances of it happening if I had kept my ass at home were remote.
All in all I had to admit that what had happened was just a spin of the karmic wheel that resulted in escalating lies.
Each lie and its corresponding consequences got worse until our marriage exploded. Maddie lied about her phobia. She lied about going to Europe. So to cover her guilt about it she told me to take the trip alone. Her being lonely and missing me for those first couple of days was her punishment for her lies.
I lied about why I was here. I came here to race. I never told her that I was going to do it, or even mentioned it in passing. So my punishment is having my wife screwing other men. Somehow, the punishment doesn't seem fair.
I debated checking the cameras again and decided that the material I had recorded the day before was enough. I just didn't think she would ever do it again, but I didn't have the stomach to watch it if she did. Besides, she'd been drunk the first time and had felt, or claimed to feel really badly afterwards.
I realized then that I was lying to myself. I wasn't afraid of seeing more video. I was afraid to text or speak to her on the phone. I had no idea what to say to her, or even if I wanted to.
Above all else I needed time to figure out if we still had a marriage. If there was any chance of saving our marriage, talking to her in my current state of mind wouldn't help.
I could already imagine how that conversation might go...
"Hey, Reid, Honey I missed you," she'd say.
"Probably as much as you miss that huge dick up your ass, right?" I'd scream at her.
Then I'd really go at her. I'd...
I'd probably get up and answer the knocking at my door.
"There's a party in my room," said Maria.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I just don't feel much like partying."
"Me neither," she said, brushing by me with one of her megawatt smiles.
"It's not my kind of party anyway," she continued. "Five guys, one of whom isn't even a part of our group, plus Jackie and Sarah. It does not sound like anything I'm interested in. So I decided to crash on a friend's couch."
She looked around the room. "Where's the couch?"
"It's a love seat," I said. "It's under my suitcase and a bunch of junk."
I grabbed my driving suit and a suitcase off of the small sofa. "You take the bed," I said.
"I knew you were going to say that," she said.
"Sure you did," I laughed. She threw me her purse.
"There's a small note pad in the purse," she said. I looked in the purse and found the pad. The very first sheet read, "Thanks for giving me the bed, Reid."
She went into the bathroom and came out a few moments later. I'd been clearing the love seat and getting myself a pillow and a blanket.
When she came out of the bathroom my mouth dropped open. She had bound her hair up into two very long pony tails, one on each side of her head.
She was wearing a pair of small square glasses and no makeup. She was also wearing some sort of one piece pajama suit that covered her from the neck down, including the feet.
The tightness of the outfit showed off her gentle yet insane curves. It outlined and draped over her scrumptious ass. And from the way her breasts moved under the upper part, she was clearly naked under it.
"Sorry," she smiled. "No Victoria's secret stuff this trip. But I can always give you the key to my room and you can go and watch Jackie walk around with those big old titties coming out of her bra."
"No thanks," I said. "I'd much rather look at y..." I caught myself just in time.
Or maybe I didn't. But she was kind enough to let it drop, as she got into bed.
"Goodnight Reid," she said.
The next morning brought a surprise. Maria woke up as happy as a lark. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary every time she looked at me.
She actually went through the breakfast line with me. She threw in several items that I never would have eaten. She also stared at each and every fruit bowl before deciding on one.
"Why are you eating two bowls of oatmeal?" I asked.
"The strawberry oatmeal is for me," she said. "The maple cinnamon is for you."
"Oh no, it's not," I said. "I hate oatmeal."
"Don't start with me, mister," she said. "We're racing today and oatmeal will give you energy throughout the entire day."
"So be it!" said a voice behind us.
We sat down at the table with my friends and again every person in the room seemed to be watching us. Some out of curiosity, but a couple seemed to be angry or jealous.
"Reid, I think I lost one of my hair clips," she said as she stacked our bacon and arranged the tray. "It's probably in your bed."
Every jaw in the vicinity, several pieces of silverware and a plate or three all dropped at the same time as Maria chattered on.
"You snore, Mister... It's not a loud annoying honking. It's a very low, little buzzing. It was kind of comforting. I liked it. I thought it was cute," she said.
"Maria," I said.
She looked up and smiled at me again. I twirled my finger around gesturing for her to look around and see that nearly everyone in our group was listening to her.
She shrugged her shoulders, dug into her oatmeal and pushed a spoonful into her mouth.
"See, Reid," she said. "We didn't miss anything. If your friends are so interested in what we did, they couldn't have had much fun. I did though. Did you?"
I think all nineteen guys in our group were staring at me and waiting to hear my answer.
"I think yesterday was the best day of my life," I said.
After that the day started. We were surprised to find out the way the day would go. We were told that classes were over and it was time to start racing.
We went to the track to find all ten cars were there and ready to go. By the luck of the draw, Maria's group got to race first. They all pulled numbers to find out who got to start where. I had expected it to be a NASCAR type thing, where they would win the pole by qualifying runs.
Maria was starting seventh. "Last year I started ninth," she smiled. "It won't matter. All I have to do is come in fifth and I'll be racing against you tomorrow."
"I don't think I'd like that," I said. "I'd hate to have to try to pass you."
"Honey, it's only racing," she said. "I'd expect you to do your best. Now come on. You can help me get into my car."
When we got to her car, the guy from my class that she shared the car with was there.
"I came to help you get set," he said.
"You are sooo nice," she gushed. "But Reid's got it covered."
He smiled, wished her luck and told her not to damage the car because he'd need it next and then walked away.
I held her helmet while she shimmied into her racing suit. Then I held her hair while she braided it.
Just as she was about to put the helmet on, she looked at me and smiled. "Reid, can I trouble you for one more thing?" she asked seriously.
"Sure," I said. "Anything!"
She shook her head as if I had no idea what I'd just promised.
"I need a hug for luck," she said. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. Time stood still.
When I finally let go of her I was dizzy and the front of my pants was a lot tighter than it had been. I looked across the track at my friends. I'd expected to hear Sobie's motto but he was clearly speechless. I walked away in a daze myself.
Everyone seemed to be excited about the race. As I walked under the overhang of the bleachers to get to the seats, I saw the guy who'd offered to help Maria get ready. I nodded at him to be polite.
"Hey...Reid is it? Congratulations Bro," he said. "You got her first!" He held out his hand to me as if I was supposed to high five him.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Dude you know about the contest, right?" he said. "Well those sluts haven't exactly made a secret of it. So the guys are having one too.
The first guy to screw all three of those sluts wins. I've already knocked off the other two."
"Maria is nothing like them," I said. "We're friends. She slept in my room last night but nothing happened."
"Judging from that hug and the way she looks at you, that's your fault dude," he said. "So if you're not gonna fuck her, would you do me a solid and get out of the way so I can?"
"Maria isn't that kind of woman," I hissed. "She isn't going to be a notch on your list. It just won't happen."
He started laughing. "She's a woman ... She's got a pussy. She's gonna use it," he laughed. "If I had half of the opportunities that you've had I'd already be done with her ass. So why don't you stop cock blocking for a couple of days and after I get mine, you can have her back?"
"You're actually asking the wrong person," I said. "Maria is free to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants."
"Dude ... She's a chick. She doesn't know what she wants. If she had been in MY room for a night she'd have gotten what she wants whether she wanted it or not. They always pretend they don't want it at first. But once you get them warmed up ... Umph!"
As much as I was trying to stay calm I got pissed. I dropped the helmet I was holding and stepped closer to him.
"So anyway you need to go on and fuck that bitch or move out of the way!" he said.
That was when I grabbed him and slammed him against the side of the building. I cocked my fist back intending to bury it in his face. But suddenly I felt something grabbing my arm.
"He's an idiot, Reid," said Maria. "He's not worth it. If you hit him they'll kick you out. You won't get to race. He has a better chance to screwing one of these cars than he has of doing ANYTHING with me. If you need to beat him; beat him on the track."
I let go of him and he stormed off angrily. I looked at the ground.
"Sorry," I said.
"Shhhhh," she laughed. "I'm glad you took my helmet. I was coming after you to get it back and heard most of that."
I picked up her helmet and gave it to her. She smiled again.
"So Reid, why'd you walk off with my helmet?" she smirked.
I blanked out and shrugged my shoulders. "I think it has something to do with blood flow," she smirked. "I think that hug diverted yours ..."
"Delgado, are you racing?"
We turned and saw Ian glaring at us. She quickly nodded and ran for her car.
It was funny, with half of my friends on the track and the rest sitting with me in the stands, you'd think my loyalties would be divided. It wasn't even close.
"Hey ya wanna put some money on it?" asked Paul.
"On what?" I asked.
"On the race," he said. "I know you want to bet on your Honey to win."
"Maria isn't trying to win," I said. "She's playing it smart. This is a qualifying race. She just wants to be in the top five. She's starting seventh. She has three laps to pass two cars."
He looked at me strangely.
"This isn't really my kind of racing," he said. "But hearing you talk about it like that makes me realize that I have as good a chance as anyone else."
"Exactly!" I said. "And you should be watching these guys because if you make top five you'll be racing them tomorrow."
Maria was good. She was a little sloppy on the curves, but not any worse than the guys. In fact, she was better than some and she had a lead foot.
In the first lap she picked up a position and was sitting sixth. She only needed one more position to accomplish her goal.
What truly amazed me was Luke. He'd started first and was third by the end of the first lap.
He was quick on the straights and pretty good when he turned left. But whenever he had to turn right, he may as well have been driving backwards.
The second lap saw Maria storm her way into fifth place and put distance between herself and sixth place. Luke was holding onto fourth.
The last lap was wild with a lot of places changing hands and a few hearts broken.
Somehow during a flurry of passes in the slalom section of the track Luke dropped to sixth. He came out of the curves like a bullet and beat out the car in fifth by a bumper, no more.
Our friend Hoshi was eighth. And Todd was dead damned last. I found myself running for the track as soon as they finished.
Maria was so happy she was jumping up and down as she got out of her car. She dropped her helmet and leaped into my arms. She finished third, two places better than she needed and even considering the difference in her starting position, she'd improved over her previous year's attempt.
Sarah came over while we were hugging.
"Hi guys!" she said cheerfully. "Maria, are you going to be using the shower in our room?"
"Uh ... Yeah!" laughed Maria. "I'm tired and sweaty and sore all over. I need a nice long shower before I go and watch my second favorite driver qualify."
"Uhm, Reid, is it possible for Maria to use your shower?" asked Sarah. "I wanted to use our room to console one of the guys who didn't do as well as he wanted to. I think Jackie is going to do some consolation work too."
"It's fine with me," I said.
"Do I at least have time to get some clothes before you start giving out your mercy fucks, or whatever you're calling them?" asked Maria angrily.
We went to the hotel and while Maria grabbed her clothes, I made arrangements.
She came back to my room a few moments later, still angry.
"It's bad enough they're doing it at night," she grumbled.
"Hurry up and shower," I said.
"You don't get to rush me," she smirked. "I need time to get pretty for you."
"If it takes you too long, we won't have time for your surprise," I said. "Besides you're already beautiful."
Her entire face lit up. "I have a surprise?" she chirped.
"Call me before you get out of the shower," I said. She went into the shower with her mood restored.
I called down to the front desk and told them to come on up. I had the guys move everything into the room as quietly as possible. Even so we almost didn't have enough time.
"I'm done!" yelled Maria.
"Don't put your clothes on," I said. "Put on the robe hanging on the hook."
"Okay ... I'm robed!" she said. I opened the door and took her hand. I put a sleep mask on her so she couldn't see anything. Then I lead her into the main room.
"Oh my God! What is that smell?" she asked. "No what are those smells?"
I led her over to a table in the center of the room. The table was padded and I helped her to sit and then to lie down on the table on her stomach.
"Open your mouth," I told her. She did. She had absolutely no fear. I fed her a bit of a strawberry that had been dipped in chocolate.
The look on her face was worth it. I gave her a skewer and let her take the mask off. There was an assortment of fruit chunks and a big bowl of melted chocolate.
As she ate I began rubbing an apple scented lotion onto her feet and then began massaging them.
I spent a lot of time on the soles of her feet and her toes then moved up to her ankles and calves.
Maria's legs were extremely smooth and had obviously been recently shaved. As I probed and rubbed her aching muscles she started moaning.
"Oh ... Reid ... that feels sooo ... Gooood!" she gushed.
That was when I heard the gentle knocking on the door.
"It's open," I said.
Sarah and Jackie looked into the room tentatively.
Jackie's jaw hit the floor as she saw us.
"That is not what I thought you guys were doing," she said. There were several different emotions crossing her face.
"We came to apologize," said Sarah. "But it looks like you landed on your feet."
Jackie dipped her finger into the warm chocolate and licked it. She reached for a chunk of pineapple from the bowl of fruit and Maria snatched it back.
"Mine!" she said. "Don't you have some Charity work to do?"
"We're done," said Jackie. "The next race doesn't start for forty minutes. So we have about an hour before we need to console anyone else."
She looked directly at me when she said it.
"Reid, if you weren't going to be in the top five we'd console you too," said Sarah.
"No the fuck you wouldn't!" said Maria in a tone that left no doubt. "And what do you mean by that? It's his first time racing on this track."
"All he has to do is drive," said Jackie. "Ian is starting him first for safety."
"What does that mean?" asked Maria.
"You don't know?" asked Jackie. "Reid broke the track record twice yesterday."
"You did?" asked Maria turning to look at me. As she turned over the robe gaped a bit, giving me a flash of the prettiest vagina I have ever seen.
The sight of her most intimate spot left me speechless.
"Wow, you weren't lying, Maria," said Jackie. "He really doesn't brag about himself."
After Sarah and Jackie left, Maria continued to eat her fruit while I massaged her legs all the way up to her knees.
"Coward," she smirked when I stopped.
"Maybe you've forgotten, your highness, but one of us still has to race," I said.
We got back to the track with ten minutes to spare. Ian was giving out the starting assignments and as Jackie had said, I was starting first.
"I wonder when she has the time to fuck Ian?" asked Maria.
We lined up. Three rows of three cars each with one car by itself in the rear. As soon as the starter waved the flag, ten cars all roared simultaneously.
At the first curve, a very hard ninety degree right hander loomed, I leaned on Ian's tips. I waited until the two cars flanking me had already hit their brakes to apply mine.
Since I was slowing later I shot forward into the lead. I concentrated not on driving fast but on hitting the correct line and when to shift or brake.
I was driving the way I had the day before and everyone in the stands was going crazy.
My lead kept increasing but that wasn't what I was thinking about. I had to drive the slalom section better. There was so much going on there. There were too many back to back opposite direction turns.
The sounds of the engine and the brakes were the things I concentrated on. My second lap was faster than I'd driven the day before. It was another track record.
The weirdest thing happened on my last lap. I looked up and saw a car ahead of me. I thought that somehow I'd lost focus and hadn't noticed when he passed me.
Going into the last curve I used my late braking trick to catch up to him. Like Luke, I gave it all I had and eased past him by a half a car length.
I looked over and waved at the guy to show there were no hard feelings on my part. After all one of us had to win and the other had to be second.
But even as I stopped my car the guy kept going. I laughed. The idiot was doing a victory lap, I thought. I was a bit confused.
Maria came running over to me along with Luke and Hoshi.
When she hugged me, nothing mattered anymore.
"Reid, you know as nice as you are, you're a dick on the track," said Hoshi.
"You're high," I laughed. "That guy in the number four car is a dick. He's taking a victory lap and I swear I passed him. The guy in second doesn't take the lap. And this isn't even the race. This is only qualifying. Now that guy is a dick."
Maria was hugging me and laughing her ass off at the same time.
"Uh Reid, everyone knows you were ahead of him," said Hoshi. "He wasn't in second. He was in last place. You lapped him dude. He was busting his ass to avoid being lapped. Jeezus that's embarrassing. Technically you came in first and tenth. That means he came in eleventh in a ten car race. You could have let him go. Ask him if you're a dick."
"I believe I heard one of my favorite words," interjected Jackie. "Starts with a D, rhymes with sick ..."
"Wrong context, Jackie," said Maria.
"So anyway ..." began Jackie. "We're all going out to the club tonight to celebrate the winners and commiserate with those less fortunate. And we want the two of you to be there.
Wherever you two have been going for the past few nights will still be there. But we've only got two nights left in Italy so we should all get together at least once."
I was about to say no until Maria looked at me and nodded her head.
"I can't guarantee that we'll stay very long, but we'll show up," she said.
And we did. It turned out to be a disaster. We started out the evening in a booth in the back. We were talking the way we always seemed to. We talked about our lives and what we did.
We talked about our likes and dislikes and why Maria was divorced. We were easing our way into MY marital problems when Jackie showed up.
"Maria, Hon, there's only three of us and there are nineteen guys," she said sweetly. "Do you think you could dance with one or two of them and give Sarah and me a break?"
"No!" said Maria. "You and Sarah are supposed to dance with them. It's your job. I share a room with you two because we're the only women, but I don't work for the tour. I'm only here to race."
Jackie was shocked. She stood there for a few moments and then left. But she must've had a bulletproof personality, because she was back a little while later.
"I'm not doing it, Jackie," Maria told her as soon as she got to our table.
"Come on Maria, you'll make Sobie's night," said Jackie. "And he's a nice guy. It's only one dance then I'll leave you alone. And I'll dance with Reid while you do it."
"Oh alright," said Maria. "But we're leaving after this. It's too crowded and too noisy in here anyway."
Jackie took my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor. At first we were just bouncing in time to the music like everyone around us. Then she pulled me closer to her. As close as her huge jugs would allow.
Before I knew it, she was rubbing them on me and being a gentleman, I tried to back away from her. I guess I thought it was an accident. But her words left no doubt that it was intentional.
"What's wrong Honey? Don't you like titties?" she asked in a breathy voice that I guess was supposed to be sexy.
The problem was that her blatant overtures took away the fun I'd been having for the previous couple of days. The way she acted reminded me that I was married to someone who acted the same way she did.
And I wasn't the only one who noticed it. "We could get out of here and you could give me a massage like you did Maria earlier," she whispered.
"I don't think ..." I began.
"Don't think, baby," she crooned. "Just do what you feel. And I've got a couple of things I'd like you to feel ..."
"I don't think so, Jackie," I said.
"Reid, I don't bite," she said. "We could just ..."
"He said no, Jackie," hissed Maria from behind her. "And I've got a couple of things I want YOU to feel. Like my fist hitting your face and my foot up your fat ass ..."
"Time to go, Maria," I said. "We're racing tomorrow. Remember what you told me earlier. It's not worth it."
"You know she planned that whole thing," said Maria angrily, as I pulled her out of the club.
"Good luck, Luke," I said as I dragged her past a table where my friends were sitting. "See you guys tomorrow."
"She gave me all of that BULLSHIT about dancing with some of the guys just so she could have a chance to rub those big sagging tits all over you," hissed Maria.
"Hey guys," I said to another group sitting at a table.
"And even when you tried to get away from her ..." continued Maria as if we were still talking about it. "Don't you like titties?" She whined in a good approximation of Jackie's voice.
And then her eyes flashed and she turned to go after Jackie again. I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the club. She was so angry she could spit. I was sure that steam would come out of her ears at any moment.
We wandered through the streets in the general direction of the hotel. As we walked my hand slid down her arm until I was holding onto to her hand instead of her arm.
She seemed to relax then.
We ended up sitting on a bench in front of the fountain. We stared at the water for a while and the statues that hid the pipes that sprayed the water skyward.
"Reid, what were you doing that night that I first found you here?" she asked.
"Long story," I said.
"I have both the time and the interest," she smiled snuggling against my arm.
I looked into her eyes and saw that she was serious. So I did it. I opened the floodgates of emotions that I had been holding back or trying to ignore for the previous three days since I'd discovered what Maddie had done.
I told her not only what Maddie had done, but how badly it hurt me. I also told her how I had absolutely no idea what to do about it. I had pretty much made up my mind that when I went back, I would give Maddie five days ... One day for every year that we'd been married, to come clean.
If within the five day period, she told me what she had done and convinced me that our marriage was worth saving, I would try to forgive her. Of course we'd have to push having kids back for a few years to make sure that we were stable...
"Where does having kids enter into the story?" she asked. She looked up at me with those huge innocent brown eyes that I swear I could have fallen into as easily as I could have jumped into the fountain's pool.
"For the past few years, both of our mothers have been putting a lot of pressure on us to give them grandkids," I told her.
The look she gave me then sent shivers down my spine. Her chest was heaving with every breath she took and her legs were rubbing together. She squeezed my hand even tighter then and I heard a rushing sound in my ears.
We were being pulled together like magnets. The attraction was so strong that I felt powerless against it. I started talking to break the spell of the moment.
"So when you came here and found me," I began. "I was ..."
"Suicidal!" she blurted out.
"No drama queen," I laughed. "I had thrown three coins in the fountain. I was wishing that it had all been a dream."
"Why throw money in the water?" she asked curiously.
"I grew up watching old movies from the forties and fifties with my grandmother," I said. "One of my favorites was about people throwing coins into a Roman fountain and making a wish. Supposedly here in Rome magic can happen."
She kicked off her shoes suddenly and lifted one of her long legs over the edge of the fountain's basin-like base.
"What are you doing crazy girl?" I asked grabbing her arm.
"Borrowing some money," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm not gonna actually steal the money," she said. "I'm gonna throw it right back in."
"Maria, look at that water," I said. "It's filthy. People spit in it and do God knows what else. Shit, it might even be all of the nasty bacteria that make the magic happen."
"Do you believe it works?" she asked.
"Yep," I said. "It probably doesn't work the way we expect it too though."
"What do you mean?" she asked holding my hand again.
"I told you that I wished that what had happened with Maddie had all been a dream," I said. "Maybe that was too big a wish. But the fountain gave me something that's actually better," I said.
"It killed her?" she gasped.
"No," I laughed. "It gave me three days with you."
I will never understand women. She got the biggest smile on her face, but at the same time tears rolled down her cheeks. And then the pulling was back. But before we gave in...
"There you are ..." We turned to find Sarah behind us.
"Maria, Jackie is really sorry," she said. "She didn't mean anything by it. She thought that maybe she was helping you. And I guess maybe she was a little jealous."
Whatever had been going on with us was suddenly gone as the anger rekindled in those brown eyes.
"How the fuck was she helping me?" yelled Maria. "Trying to rub her magic tits on my friend seemed more like she was trying to help herself."
"So maybe it's a little of both," said Sarah. "Remember the talk we had about your marriage? You haven't been divorced for a year yet. Your divorce has only been final for what ... Three weeks? When you registered for the tour group this year what did you say?
You said you were never going to go through all of that again. You said you just wanted to race, become a better driver, and maybe have a little bit of fun. Those were your words, Maria. Those were your words two weeks ago before the tour started.
And now look at you. Whether you want to admit it or not, you're falling for a married man. These things don't EVER work out. And the two of you are already so tight that dynamite couldn't pull you apart. So maybe Jackie was trying to get you some space before things got worse than they already are.
And like you said, maybe she wanted what you have for herself."
"But Sarah, you and Jackie have ALL of the guys," said Maria.
"Maria, any woman can get a lot of guys to fuck her," said Sarah. "It's a lot harder to get ONE guy to really care about you. Reid treats you like you're golden and you guys aren't even screwing YET.
Jackie hasn't ever ... Shit I'm not really sure that I've ever had anything like that. All I know is that Jackie sees the two of you and she gets really jealous. Forgive her, okay?"
As she turned to go, she looked at us again. "Aren't you both supposed to be racing in the morning?"
"Can I have the couch tonight?" Maria asked.
"No," I said. "But you can have the bed again."
"Am I gonna be in it alone?" she asked. I nodded.
The next morning I woke up to find her watching me. "Breakfast, Race, Talk," she said.
"I was thinking," I said.
"Don't stop," she said. "I want you to keep thinking. It's a good way to exercise your brain. But for now, keep all of your thoughts in that head that I L ..." Her eyes went up as if she'd been caught at something.
"Okay, but I'm not eating any oatmeal," I said.
Fifteen minutes later we were sitting at the table in the cafeteria. Maria as usual had her million dollar smile on. I was staring into a bowl of oatmeal with berries in it.
"Come on, Honey, eat your oatmeal so you can race," she said.
"Don't you mean WE can race?" I asked.
"Reid, I'm already ahead of where I was last year," she smirked. "Anything else is gravy. I'm still gonna do my best, but ... How do Luke's NASCAR guys say it in the interviews? I'm just glad to be here racing."
The race was fun. It was ten laps instead of three. Ian obviously had something up his sleeve.
"Let's see how you do in traffic," he said as he posted the starting grid.
I started last.
"Sorry, Honey," smiled Maria, who was starting on the outside of the second row.
I tried to keep Maria's mindset. But running full speed and braking late into the first corner moved me into eight as I passed two guys coming out of the bend.
I had a thought as I bore down on seventh place. Ian's strategy was actually flawed. All of the better drivers were in the back. That meant that everyone I passed got easier.
By the end of the first lap, I was inching my way past Maria and into fifth place. The surprising thing was that Luke, who started first, had already fallen to fourth. It took me two more laps, but by the end of the third lap I was in first and beginning to open up a lead.
What surprised me the most was that Maria had moved into the top three behind me. She finished in third and made a run for me as soon as she stopped her car.
She grabbed my hand and we got ready to leave the track.
"Reid! Get your ass back here," growled Ian. "We have a lot to do this afternoon!"
I spent the afternoon adjusting to the differences between the Cosworth and a real formula one car. Even though the car I would be driving was a fifteen year old car that was three generations removed from today's modern racers, it was still much faster than anything I had ever driven.
It was also as squirrelly as hell. A single touch of the throttle sent the car careening forward. A touch of the brakes and the car stopped so suddenly that I felt as if the contents of my gastric system were coming out of my throat.
The first, second and third times that I tried to brake hard going into a turn, I stalled the damned car. It was after two o' clock and I'd been at it for four hours before I was able to equal my times in the Cosworth. An hour later and that fucking light bulb moment happened again.
Over the radio, Ian was ecstatic. "Keep at it," he yelled. "You're getting it. That was awesome."
When he finally let me go, I could barely walk off of the track. Maria was waiting for me with a couple of our friends.
"What?" she said. "Surprised to see me?"
"I am surprised to see them though," I said.
"So be it!" I heard from two rows back.
"Don't get any ideas," said Paul. "We've got a lot more racing to do. I'm watching everything you do so I can beat you."
"I washed our car," said Maria.
"Yours or mine?" I asked.
"Ours," she said. "I had a talk with Ian about the misunderstanding with Jeff."
"Who's Jeff?" I asked.
"Come on Reid," she said exasperatedly. "How many guys do you slam into a wall in a week? Any way by mutual agreement, he and I are no longer sharing a car."
Maria and I ended up going out for a food that was rare in Italy. We had American styled pizza at Pizzeria Florida with all of my friends.
Everything was going great. I have to admit to feeling weird when Todd asked the question that had been on everyone's mind.
"Is there something going on between you two?" he asked.
Without missing a beat, Maria, said "Duh."
Which was followed quickly by a rousing, "So be it!"
It was another awesome evening. We ate, we danced and we laughed. In the middle of a dance that found Maria and I rubbing against each other as if there was no tomorrow, I felt a buzzing.
She pulled out a phone. "Michael, why are you calling me?" she asked angrily. She turned away from me and began speaking in low tones.
I waited for a while and then for no reason, I walked out of the restaurant. Once outside, the coolness of the air had a weird effect on me.
I walked back to the hotel and found myself in my room. I had been so busy playing race car driver that I had ignored my life from back home.
As soon as I turned my phone back on it connected and there were at least fifty text messages from Maddie. There were also an alarming number of voicemails.
For a moment, I wondered what to do. I decided to let Maddie convince of what to do.
I accessed the video cameras from the security system again. It must have somehow gone back to the footage I'd seen before because the conversation was ... I froze.
I was still listening to Maddie talking to Nancy, but they were wearing completely different clothing.
I zoomed in and put on my headphones. Nancy seemed to be doing all of the talking. I heard her saying that Maddie had been begging for sex and she'd gotten it. I was so angry I could barely see.
Again I found myself turning off the live feed to roll back to previously recorded material.
Having done it before I was able to find what I was looking for much more quickly.
The party was in my living room this time. I watched long enough to know that Maddie wasn't drinking this time. She definitely knew what she was doing, there were no excuses.
If anything the second time was worse. Instead of just lying there and letting them fuck her, Maddie was an active participant.
She begged the guy with the huge dick to fuck her and make her pregnant. She told him that her pussy belonged to him.
There's something about seeing the woman who vowed to be with you for the rest of your lives giving her-self, willingly to other men.
Those guys who are into wife swapping or sharing are insane. I knew that I could never touch Maddie again under any circumstances. My marriage was over. There was no going back.
As I watched her being fucked by three different men, with their sperm streaming out of her stretched out pussy, I wondered again how I ever married her.
I ripped the ear buds out of my ears. I saved the video again. Even if it couldn't be used in court, it would help me to get free of that whore.
I was having trouble breathing. I willed myself to take slow calming breaths and then she was there.
I felt Maria's arms around me. I felt her strength and her love surrounding me. She pressed herself against me and we fell onto the bed.
The next thing I knew we were kissing. At first they were gentle seeking kisses. They grew in intensity until I felt like I was losing control.
I wanted her more than anything in my life. Those breasts that had been in front of me the whole week were mine for the taking. The pussy I had caught a glimpse of through the slit in my robe was probably already wet.
Maria was moaning loudly. She looked almost angry when I sat up.
"Reid get your ass back down here," she hissed.
"We're not doing this," I said.
"Why not?" her voice was almost a growl.
"Don't you want me?" she asked. The growl had become a purr.
I pulled out my phone and held it up to her face.
"Ugh you're watching porn ...?" she groaned.
"That's my home security system," I said. "Apparently Maddie did it again."
"So doesn't that mean we can do it?" she asked.
"No, Maria," I said. "We're different. I don't want to make love to you for the first time because I'm pissed at Maddie. Or maybe because my ego is hurt because three guys ran a train on my wife."
I took her hands in mine. "Maria, I am really confused right now. I guess I should be more hurt than I am, but the truth is that I no longer care what Maddie does.
At the same time I keep going back to what Sarah said about you wanting to just drive and have a little fun. I guess sometimes I feel like that's all I am ... Just a little fun." She set her lips to say something and I stopped her.
We've only known each other for a short time, Maria, but I love you more every day. I already love you enough that I got jealous back there. You know in the restaurant when you started talking in concerned tones to that guy on the phone. I mean, I have no rights when it comes to you but it seems funny that I got angrier about you talking on the phone than I did over my wife having a gangbang in my house.
And you're divorced, Maria, but I'm not YET. I don't want you to be that woman who sleeps with married men. You're better than that.
And lastly, I don't know how you feel about things between us... But if this turns out to be just a summer fling ... I don't want you to look back on us and regret having done it."
"Reid, you're an idiot," she began.
"Ahhhhp," I said. "I want you to really think about what I said. So you don't get to reply for twenty four hours."
"Oooh boy, Reid Richards, tomorrow night I'm giving you a piece of my mind," she said. She got up and changed into her night clothes.
"Unh unh!" she said. "Get your ass over here, mister. Maybe we aren't going to have sex tonight, but we are definitely sleeping together."
I wrapped my arms around her and we settled in to fall asleep. I vaguely remember her saying something to me as I drifted off.
"I love you too, dummy," she'd said.
The next morning we were in the midst of a flurry of activity. We both got all access passes so we could hang around the pits during the race. No one else in our group got them. I got to do a couple of laps in the car to familiarize myself with the huge track.
The race was an endurance race. They use them to test out equipment and set ups that can make the F1 cars better and more dependable.
My job was to be ready in case one of our team of drivers went down. In other words I was the second alternate.
The crew chief, Derrick, laughed at my nervousness. He told me that the chances of me going in were extremely slim. No contest winner in the past eight years had ever gotten to drive.
Maria and I sat together with her on my lap watching the cars whiz by.
"Michael, the guy on the phone is my ex-husband," she said. "The concern in my voice is because he isn't handling our divorce well.
His life is falling apart. He lost his job and his former secretary kept hers. She's screwing her new boss too.
He wants me back. The concern you heard in my voice was because he threatened to kill himself.
You left before I could tell him that I already belonged to someone else."
"It hasn't been twenty four hours yet," I smiled.
"Reid, you said that you didn't want me to be that woman who's sleeping with a married man, right?" I nodded.
"Honey, I already am and I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. I think that you spend too much time trying to be the good guy. You're an awesome husband. But it didn't stop that whore you married from screwing a bunch of guys as soon as you left town did it?
I want us to enjoy every God damned second we have together whether it's the rest of the tour or the rest of our lives."
"I'm not listening to you," I said. "It hasn't been twenty four hours. La la la la."
"I love you Reid," she said and then she planted her lips on mine.
"Reid, get that woman off of you. You're gonna have to drive," said Derrick suddenly.
As we walked toward the pits where I would take the car when it came in he was full of advice.
"Don't be nervous," he said. "Ari, our second driver has a bad case of the shits. Clint has been in the car for six hours straight. I just need to get him a breather. You won't be out there long. Your job is just to keep running laps. Don't worry about positions. Just do the best you can. It'll probably only be for two or three laps. We'll take some pictures for you."
And then the car pulled in. Clint jumped out and I jumped in. I pulled out onto the track and started running laps.
At the end of my second lap Derrick came on the radio.
"Reid you're doing great," he gushed. "We haven't lost a single position. Do a couple more laps."
Two laps later he told me to keep going. After an hour my ass was killing me. I drove two more laps and they flagged me in.
"I could have done more," I said.
"Trust me," he said. "I was going to leave you out there. But you have some kind of emergency."
"Where's Maria?" I asked. I looked around and saw Jackie with a concerned look on her face.
"Your Girlfriend just left a minute ago," said Derrick. "She said she'd be right back. I think she needed something to eat. She's been watching you the whole time. She needed a break."
"Reid," said Jackie. "Here, take my phone. You have to call your friend Kyle."
I dialed Kyle's number and couldn't wait to tell him about my adventures.
As soon as he answered the phone he started. "Reid get your ass home ASAP," he said. "Maddie was in an accident. It's bad, Reid."
"I have you on the first plane out," said Jackie. "Since this is a legitimate emergency, we'll refund the rest of your fees. Reid, you're a great guy. I know things got onto the wrong foot with us, but please come back next year."
She seemed genuinely sorry.
"Jackie, I need a big favor," I said. "Please give Maria my phone number."
"I promise," she said.
I ended up having a couple of layovers. It took me two days to get home. I went straight to the hospital.
Almost everyone I knew was there. My mom was sitting with Maddie's mom and dad. Kyle was there too. My dad had passed away a few years before. But Maddie's sister and her husband were also there.
They all got up when I walked in. I greeted them and asked what had happened. No one seemed to know.
The only thing anyone knew was that Nancy and Maddie had been going somewhere and had been in a car accident.
Nancy was driving and she'd broken her left arm and had also sprained her neck. Her airbag had protected her from more serious injuries.
Maddie had a severe concussion, several facial lacerations and damage to her thoracic and lumbar spine. Apparently Maddie's spine had been impacted into her pelvis and created a fracture there. Due to the severity of the pelvic fracture, Maddie might eventually have a hip replacement. She also had several broken ribs.
Maddie hadn't regained consciousness yet. The doctors were very concerned about the spinal and pelvic damage and whether or not Maddie would be able to walk again.
I sat in Maddie's room for two and a half days, only leaving when the nurses kicked me out. She opened her eyes just after lunch time on the third day.
"This is why I hate cars," she said. She looked at me to see my reaction. "I love you, Honey. I'm so glad you're home." I got up and called her mother who drove straight over.
I went and visited Nancy to hear her side if what happened.
"How did it happen?" I asked her.
"Uhm what did Maddie say?" she asked back.
"I didn't ask her yet," I said. "I wanted to hear your lies first."
"Reid, why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
"Are you going to answer my question?" I asked. "And where were you going at that time of night?"
"Reid you should talk to Maddie, first," she said.
"Okay, Nance," I said. "From now on you are no longer welcome at my house. When I leave the room, I'll be telling the nurses that you are not allowed to visit Maddie and she doesn't have her phone with her."
"Reid, what's wrong with you?" she asked. I didn't answer her I just walked out of the room.
I spent the rest of my vacation time sitting in Maddie's room. We didn't talk much. Well she did, I just barely answered her.
Even when I returned to work after three weeks, I followed a pattern.
While I was at work, either my mom or Maddie's mom was with her all day long. They both thought that I was angry at Nancy because she was the driver and thereby responsible for Maddie's injuries.
"Reid, you have to forgive Nancy sometime," Maddie told me. I just looked at her.
Maddie had another three weeks before her pelvic fractures would be healed enough for her to try to stand.
"Reid, are we ever going to talk?" she asked.
"What would you like to talk about?" I asked her.
"Why you're angry at me," she said. "I know that you're pissed because you had to cut your dream vacation short, Honey."
I just walked out of the room.
A few days later, she tried again. This time the mothers were in the room.
"Guess what, Reid," she said cheerfully. "All of my test results are in. My spinal cord isn't damaged. So as soon as my pelvis and my two cracked vertebrae are healed, I'll be able to walk again. I may have a slight limp, but they say that therapy can make that barely noticeable.
"That's great," said my mother.
"And ... Honey, the doctor says there was absolutely no damage to my equipment down there," she smiled. "So except for a slight delay we can start making babies on schedule. We might even be able to start practicing soon."
"Amen," yelled Maddie's mom.
"That's strike two," I said leaving Maddie puzzled.
A few weeks later, she was heavily into her physical therapy. She was walking by using a walker and had been moved back into our house.
"Reid what's wrong with us?" she asked. I just looked at her. "The doctor said it was okay for us to try having gentle sex, three weeks ago. But you haven't even kissed me since you got back. Hell, the only time you hold my hand is if you're helping me walk.
We used to have a lot of sex, but now it's almost like ... I don't really know what it's like. You don't have to worry about hurting me."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said.
"Please do," she said. "I went off of the pill a month ago. If we get pregnant now we'd have the baby in the spring. That sounds really good."
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe you were right before. Maybe it's way too early for us to start a family."
"Reid according to our parents, we should already have a couple of babies by now," she said. "Are you still angry about your vacation?"
I didn't say a word. "Okay, Reid," she said. "Let's get it out there. I know all about you lying to me about what you were doing in Europe. You were racing cars. I worry about you. I didn't want you hurt and you lied to me so I got angry at you. And then you got angry at me and didn't answer your phone. It's time for us to get over it and move on with our lives. Stop being such a damned baby about it."
I didn't feel like arguing so I left. Two weeks later Maddie was as healed as she was going to be. She could walk again, albeit with a slight limp and even the scars on her face were gone.
I came home to find Nancy on my deck with Maddie, like it was old times. I took one look at her and told her to get out.
"Reid, she's my best friend," said Maddie. "If she isn't welcome here, maybe I should leave too. Maybe some time apart would be good for us."
"Okay," I said.
Nancy looked shocked.
Maddie was in tears.
"Reid, I can't help it if I can't walk as well anymore," she said. "You took a vow that you would love me for better or for worse, remember?"
I just started laughing. "Nancy do you know why Kyle doesn't take you up on any of the thousands of hints you leave him?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Kyle doesn't like whores," I said. "Most guys will fuck them when they're available, but no one is going to marry one."
Nancy started crying and ran out of the room. I knew she was still in the house though.
"Reid that was too cruel," said Maddie. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I met, fell in love with and married a woman who was perfect for me," I said. "I had a perfect life. I wanted so much to spend the rest of my life with her. The only thing that could have made it better would have been to have kids with her. Can you imagine tiny versions of you running around the house?"
"Reid, I'm not the one stopping that from happening," she said. "Nancy isn't stopping it either. As far as I know nothing is stopping us from making babies except for the fact that you don't seem to want to have sex with me anymore. My doctor told me that you might be afraid of hurting me or injuring my hip but ..."
"Maddie, your hip has nothing to do with it," I said.
"Then tell me what it is, Honey," she said. "I miss our closeness."
"It's really simple," I said. "I don't want to have kids with YOU. I don't want to have sex with you either." Her hand went up to her face.
"Your friend Nancy turned you into as big a whore as she is and I hate your fucking guts," I said.
"Maddie looked as if she was having a heart attack. She made herself breathe and then looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Reid are you crazy? I Love you. You're the only man in my life. What are you talking about?" she whined.
"Maddie, I loved you so much it was silly," I said. "I spent my first day in Italy taking pictures of art for you. When I tried to call you to talk about them you were angry. You ignored my calls. I got so worried that I checked our security footage ..." Her eyes got huge.
"I found this," I said. I played the first video for her.
"Reid stop," she cried. "Turn that shit off. You don't understand I ... I was angry and drunk. Things just got out of hand."
"So, what about the second time?" I asked. I fast forwarded to the part when she told Roy that her pussy was his.
"Reid, please you have to understand," she said. "It meant nothing. It's no threat to us. It's like your racing. It's just something I had to get out of my system."
"It's not a threat because there's no longer an us," I said. "Maddie, I can't be with the woman in those videos. She disgusts me. I think you should go and stay with your parents until we settle things."
"No ...Reid, I'm sorry," she cried.
"Maddie, you made a choice," I said. "Maybe it was the right choice for you. But it ended us. Get a lawyer. I'll be as fair as I can. We'll split everything down the middle. We'll probably have to sell the house. You can't afford it and I don't want it. I saw too many bad things here."
"But Reid, I'm sorry," she cried. "Can you please just try to forgive me?"
As usual, seeing her in tears tugged at my heartstrings. You can't love someone for a long time and just turn off all of the feelings you have for them.
I went over to her and hugged her. I stood there for a long time just holding her. "Maddie, I love you," I told her. "I always will."
"So you forgive me?" she asked. I nodded. You could hear the sound of Nancy exhaling as I nodded my head and smiled.
"Reid, you have to forgive Nancy too," she said.
"I will if she saves me a trip and drives you to your parents' house," I said.
She looked confused. She looked at Nancy and then back at me.
"Why am I going to my parents' house?" she asked.
"I promise you won't be there for long," I said. "Just long enough for me to rent a place to stay and move my stuff."
"Reid, what are you talking about?" she smiled.
"Actually you have a lot of things to figure out too," I said.
"Like what?" she asked.
"Like where you're going to live," I smiled. "And what you're going to do for a living. What was your degree in anyway?"
"Reid, you know I never finished my degree," she said.
"Well when we sell the house, you'll have enough money to go back and finish or to start a different program," I said.
"Reid, I don't understand any of this," she said. "Why are we selling the house again? And I know what I did was wrong, but I don't want to go to work. With my back as weak as it is and my hip, I can't stand up for very long. And any kind of physical work is out of the question."
"Maddie, Honey, we talked about this," I said. "We're selling the house because any judge we get will want us to divide our finances fifty-fifty, unless I use infidelity as the reason for the divorce. Then I might get lucky and end up with more but it won't be much more.
And as for work ... Honey you're only thirty, no judge is going to give you more than two or three years of alimony. Maybe not even that. You're going to have to find some way to support yourself."
"I like having you support me," she said.
"I loved it too," I smiled. "I loved the way you ran out and kissed me when I came home from work every day. But it won't be that way anymore. Divorced people don't live together. We have to move on."
"I don't want a divorce," she said. "You said you forgave me. And you said you love me. Not loved ... LOVE." A huge tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't you love me anymore?" she asked.
My heart broke as I answered her. "Maddie, it's like that old Whitney Houston song, "I will always love you."
"Then why are you doing this to us?" she cried.
"I guess I'm still just a spoiled little boy," I told her. "I never quite got the hang of sharing."
Again she looked confused. Then she got a look on her face. "Honey, I'm gonna give you some space for a few days, but that's all," she said. "I know you need time to get over what I did. But I am not giving up on us. I've worked to long and too hard on this marriage to just throw it away. So I'll leave but you have to promise me a chance to talk about this." I nodded and she went up the stairs to gather her clothes and things.
That left Nancy and me alone for the first time that I can remember.
"Reid, does Kyle really think I'm a whore?" she asked. I nodded.
"But it's bullshit," she said. "I'm a young single woman who likes sex. If I was a man no one would care."
"The first time he saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen," I told her.
"Really?" she smiled. I nodded again.
"But then he started hearing about you," I said. "No guy wants to be with someone who's just giving it away. And over time the stories just got wilder."
"What about you, Reid?" she asked in tears.
"I was always worried about you," I said. "On one hand I worried about you getting a disease or worse, hooking up with the wrong guy and ending up dead. On the other, I worried about just what happened, you convincing Maddie to be like you. So now you've ruined my marriage and my life Nancy."
"But Reid, she was just having fun. It was only sex," she said. "It has nothing to do with your marriage or love."
"That's where you're wrong, Nancy. It had everything to do with love. If Maddie loved me as much as she claimed, this would never have happened. What it proves is that she doesn't love me as much as she claims. Besides, you were there. You heard the things she said to those guys. She loved it. Now she can have that whenever she wants," I said.
I looked up to see Maddie standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I really messed up, didn't I?" she asked. I nodded and shrugged. She came over to me and hugged me. Then she reached up and tried to kiss me. I turned my head and moved away from her.
"Reid!" she said angrily. "I was just trying to kiss you goodbye. You just said you loved it when I kissed you."
"I'm sorry Maddie," I said. "That was when you were mine. When all of you was mine. Besides, I've seen some of the things you've been putting in your mouth lately, so I'll pass."
She was silently crying her eyes out as she left with Nancy.
As she left, I felt a sense of relief, but also a sense of guilt. I had put up with her for weeks. I had nursed her back to a semblance of health while she lied to me and tried to pretend that nothing had happened.
I had given her ten weeks to come clean and she never had. My anger had caused me to just spit it out on the spur of the moment. And now the process had begun.
I was truthful with Maddie. I intended to be as fair as I could about the divorce. I would split everything down the middle with her. I had also been truthful about my feelings for her. I did still love Maddie.
My guilt of course came from another source. My guilt was because I also loved Maria. And comparing the two was silly. I loved Maria more. I felt badly about the convenience of the whole thing.
When I first saw Maria, I never considered being with her. In fact, I had never gone anywhere that I might come in contact with her or Sarah or Jackie because I loved my wife too much.
But once Maddie had cheated on me ... Everything changed. I have never believed in the exclusivity of love. I truly believe that there are several people that each of us could love and be happy with.
Had Maddie not betrayed me, we could have lived out our lives together and been perfectly happy, but that was no longer possible.
\* \* \* \* \* \*
Maddie
Three weeks later ... The longest three fuckin' weeks of my life. It felt like three years. Over those three weeks I had noticed something about my husband.
He was a stubborn bastard. Reid was still the kindest sweetest man alive. But he would stick to his guns no matter what.
He was always there for me, even if it was just to talk. Once I called him in the middle of the night crying and he drove his Mustang all the way to my parents' house to hold me until I could get back to sleep. But he still refused to kiss me.
He was also there to hold my hand when I tearfully told my parents what I had done to cause our split. He was also the one who talked my mom down off of the ledge when she freaked out about it.
In the middle of the second week, I did the dumbest thing possible. I tried a strategy in what was the smoothest divorce ever up to then. Reid had as he'd promised been extremely generous.
Even my lawyer had told me that although the videos would not be admissible, in the court, most judges would probably want to see them if only in chambers. And most judges would have probably given Reid a split that was far worse for me if Reid had used infidelity as the reason for our break-up.
We had nothing to argue about when it came to money, so I invented a problem. I had my lawyer file a motion that allowed me back into the house until it was sold.
Why would I do something so contemptuous to a man who had been so good to me? My thinking was that Reid still loved me. He told me all the time. I could also see it in his eyes. I figured that all we needed was a push.
I thought I could force my way back into the house and we'd end up in bed. I thought he would see that we still belonged together and I would have my man back.
I did another really low thing as well. Instead of calling Reid to warn him about the court order and giving him some time to adjust to the idea of me moving back in, I just showed up. He looked really hurt as he read it. Then he shrugged his shoulders and told me that it was okay.
I moved my clothes in from the car and noticed that he was moving his things around as well.
What really surprised me was when he hugged me goodbye. "I was almost done getting my stuff out anyway," he told me."
He moved next door and stayed with Kyle for a couple of days. I tried going over there but Kyle opened the door and from the look on his face, I knew that he had seen the videos and regarded me as dirty as Nancy. I had never seen Kyle look at me that way. I was so embarrassed that I ran back home. And after what I'd done I couldn't even call Reid to come over and make me feel better.
I finally blew up on him a couple of days later when he was moving again. He had rented a truck to move some of his tools and workout gear to the condo he was renting. He'd told me all about it. He got a good deal and was allowed to rent it for six months before deciding to buy it.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to buy it or not and he didn't want another house. He told me that buying a house meant permanence and stability. And at the present, he no longer had either in his life.
"Why the fuck can't you just stay here with me?" I screamed. "This was OUR place ... our HOME."
"I understand that," he said calmly. I think he was trying to calm me down, since our neighbors were coming out because of my screaming.
"I know what this place means to you," he said. "That's why I'm leaving so you can enjoy it until it sells. It was selfish of me to take so long moving my stuff and I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what sir? What are you admitting to?" the voice came from a huge steroidal Michigan State trooper. His muscles had gone beyond the big stage. He was so round that it looked like his next hamburger would force him across the thin line between big and fat.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed at him. "We're trying to talk!"
"Your neighbors called the police because you were screaming, ma'am," he said.
"I'm trying to prevent my husband from leaving me," I screamed even louder. "Mind your own business and stay the fuck out of mine."
"Officer, my wife got a court order that allowed her to move back into the house a couple of days ago," Reid said calmly. "But the order doesn't force me to stay here."
"But I want you here," I screamed. "I don't care about this God damned house, stupid! Without you here, and me in it alone it's just a big box of shit!"
The State trooper started backing away trying to control his laughter. "What's so God damned funny?" I asked.
"Ma'am you just said that a house with you alone in it was a box of shit," he said. "That kind of makes you ... A piece of ... Have a good day folks. Try to keep it down.
Reid left and there was nothing I could do about it. It was weeks before he forgave me enough for us to talk again.
With the divorce settled and the final signing date looming, I pulled out my last ditch effort. At what was supposed to be our final meeting before signing the papers and functionally ending our marriage, I asked for counseling.
My lawyer's surprised gasp showed that even he thought I had lost my mind. Reid's lawyer threw up his hands and talked about underhanded, unfair emotional and dramatic gestures.
I looked at Reid. He smiled and agreed to it.
Our first session was interesting. Our counselor, Dr. Bennett, who told us to call her Claire, asked us both the same question.
"Mr. and Mrs. Richards, please answer separately... Why are each of you here?"
I quickly leaped in. "I did a really stupid thing a while back," I said. "I want us to get back to the way things were and put it behind us."
She wrote something down on her legal pad then looked up at Reid.
"I guess I wanted to exhaust every possible resource before our divorce," he said.
I swear she wrote more down after Reid spoke than when I did. I'm also sure that she underlined his, but not mine.
She wanted to get a sense of what our marriage was normally like so she asked us both about how we were before it went wrong.
Again we both took turns. When it was Reid's turn, I was floored. The way he described me and the way he felt about me made me cry. I'd always known he loved me, but hearing it coming from him really brought home what I was at the risk of losing.
Neither Reid nor the doctor was able to control my crying fit, so that was it for our first session. We made an appointment for the following week.
The next week, I was ready. I had a script. I had several points I wanted to make.
As soon as we got started, before the doctor could ask us questions or make any sort of statement, I launched into my speech.
"Reid, I think you're being an asshole. By right we shouldn't even be here. You should be mature enough to know that what I did had nothing to do with us. As a matter of fact, I did it FOR us," I said.
"I don't remember asking you to go out and screw a bunch of strangers on multiple occasions," he said angrily.
Claire wrote furiously on her pad and then cautioned Reid.
"Mr. Richards, let her have her say," she said. "I promise you'll get your turn to comment."
It was the first time that Reid had actually reacted to anything emotionally. It was progress.
"Reid this wasn't actually about us," I continued. "Even in the very beginning, you and I were not driving the fucking boat. My mother, your mother, our friends ... They all wanted us to do things.
The mothers ... They were the worst. They wanted grandchildren no matter what the cost. They didn't care what it would do to my body. They didn't care if I wanted to spend my days caring for a child. They didn't care if I even wanted to have a child. All I ever heard was, "Where are my God damned grandkids?"
"And Reid, you made it worse. You gave in to them. You couldn't grow a set of balls and tell my mother NO. All you had to say was that we'd have the damned kids when WE were ready!"
It was hard judging Reid's reaction. As I spoke he was sitting on his hands to keep them from moving. And he was biting his lip to keep from saying something.
"So we got pushed into it against our will. And that was why we had to do these insane things. Neither of us was ready for it. So you had to go to Europe and race a God damned car. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Do you know that I would have died if anything had happened to you?
And back here, I had to get something out of my system too. That was all it was, Honey. It was just sex. There was no love involved and I found that out the hard way.
If you hadn't ever found out, nothing in our lives would have changed. If anything, I love you even more. And now as time goes on, you'll never have to worry about me cheating on you. I've been there, done that, got the T-shirt. I got it out of my system so I can be a good and faithful wife. Do you understand now? I love you more than ever, Honey. And we can be together always."
I had to admit that I was pleased. My logic was flawless. Equating what I'd done to his stupid racing and his stupid Mustang was a fit of genius.
From the way he was sitting there unmoving, I knew that he was thinking about it very heavily.
"Reid would you like to say something?" asked Claire. I worried for a second. But then he nodded and cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry," he said. Then he sat back down.
"That's it?" I asked. "You didn't do anything to be sorry about. What does I'm sorry, mean? What are you sorry for?"
"Because I was wrong," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"You see, I thought we were something. I thought we had something. I guess I was stupid, Maddie. No one forced me to want to start our family. From the first time I laid eyes on you, I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together.
The only thing better than my dreams about our life together ... Was the reality. No one forced me to want to make babies with you Maddie. The thought of seeing little girls that were tiny versions of you brought a smile to my lips every time I had it. That's where I was wrong. Because I really believed that you wanted it too."
"I did ... I do," I said in tears.
"Uhm ... Remember it's my turn now," he said.
"Maddie you seem to think that me racing and you slutting yourself out are the same thing. They're both things we needed to get out of our systems you said.
That has to be one of the stupidest things ever said in history. I love cars, Mustangs especially. But anything that I can drive fast will do. My driving fast does not affect us because it's not something that we do together. It's not something you enjoy. It's not something that expresses our love for each other.
Making love, having sex, screwing, fucking, doing it, the horizontal bop, the hooka chooka, the beast with two backs, doing the pussy, whatever you want to call it, was special. It was a gift we gave each other.
It was something we did TOGETHER. Like Nancy told you we guys have those fragile male egos. But screw pride. I don't mind admitting to anyone that you were the first person I had sex with. And right now you're the only person I've had sex with. Can you say that anymore?
Of course you can't over the last few months you've tried out probably six to ten more guys, right?"
"Reid you saw the two videos," I said. "As bad as it was there were only three guys ..."
"And that's another part of the problem," he said calmly. "Even now when everything depends on it you won't tell the truth. I know that you and Nancy went out at least a couple of more times. I don't have video because they didn't happen in our house. But it seems to be easier for you to lie than to be honest."
I started to cry because I knew that I was in trouble. I should have told him the truth from the beginning.
"What kind of future ... What kind of marriage do we have if I can't even trust you any more?"
"No that question is probably too hard for you," he spat. "Let's try something easier. Are you jealous of my car? Have I ever done anything with my car to hurt or belittle you?"
"No," I said.
"Then why was it so easy for you to do it to me?" he asked. Both of us were crying by then.
"How do you think it feels to hear the woman you love, begging another man to fuck her?" he asked.
And for the first time I began to feel the pain of what I had done to him. Nancy had been completely, wrong. It had never been JUST sex.
"How do you think it feels to have the woman you're married to scream at the top of her lungs that her vagina belongs to another man? Some guy that she barely knows and has only seen once?" he asked.
Before I could answer he was talking again. "It makes you feel worthless," he said. "It makes you feel like ten years of loving her and taking care of her, through thick and thin doesn't mean anything ... or at least not as much as having some guy who doesn't give a fuck about her stick his dick in her."
"How do you think it feels to know that your wife, who by her own statement, has just told me that she wasn't ready to have kids with her husband, begged some bald, fat, married guy who already has his own kids to make her pregnant?"
"Reid, I'm sorry," I said.
"The funny thing is none of those guys would even kiss you, but you expect me to. Maddie, I loved you more than life itself. But I will NEVER touch you again."
The look in his eyes was pure contempt, mixed with pity. But there was still some love there too. I had to hold onto my hope.
"Reid," I whined through my tears. "You have to understand, it was a mistake."
"Maddie, I made the mistake," he said. "I thought you loved me as much as I loved you. Another mistake I made was marrying you in the first place. Our divorce will rectify that one.
Claire spoke up then. "Well, we'll quit here and pick it up next week," she said cheerfully. I could tell that like me she was floored by Reid's words.
He just laughed. "Claire, we're done. I gave her everything she wanted, both during our life together and in this divorce. But it's time to move on."
"Maddie," he said. "I knew about everything you'd done before I even got back in town. I gave you every chance to come clean while you were in the hospital. As much as I could barely stand to look at you, I stayed with you while you recovered. I didn't want to split up with you while you were trying to recover.
But it's time for me to put my own needs first. If you haven't signed the existing divorce papers by tomorrow, I'll re-file using your infidelity as a cause. I will bargain down until I am paying you the minimum amount possible and I'll make sure that we NEVER see each other again."
He got up and walked out of Claire's office, and never looked back.
Claire and I continued our therapy for the next few months. She tried to help me look inside of myself to figure out what was wrong with me.
I signed the divorce papers the next day as Reid had asked. Claire made me see that the only friend I had was time. She was sure like I was that Reid still loved me. The problem was that I had hurt him too badly. The only things that might help were Time and distance.
\* \* \* \* \* \*
Reid
The next few months found me throwing myself into my work. I busted my ass and it really helped me to clear my mind and get Maddie out of it. It wasn't as hard as I'd thought. Because every time I closed my eyes I saw someone else standing there.
The problem was that I had no way to find her or contact her. I called the tour company. They couldn't give me her address or phone number without her permission.
I had given Jackie permission to give Maria my number but apparently Maria didn't want to call me. So I chalked it up to one of those summer flings. They burn hot as hell, but only for a short time. It was just the heat of summer sunshine, ignited by racing fuel.
The funny thing is that I wouldn't have traded it for anything. A few months later my secretary cornered me. She and some of my coworkers thought I needed a vacation.
I had no idea where to go or what to do. I had planned every aspect of what I thought my life would be like. I'd even planned out how long I thought it would take to get my divorce from Maddie.
I felt the lump in my pocket where the ring was. The funny thing was that I never thought I wouldn't be able to use it.
It was the e-mail that made up my mind. It listed the dates for the racing tour this year. They had made a few changes to improve things.
The German leg featured a race on the Nurburgring instead of just driving the autobahn. There was a web address for a site to register and even a phone number.
I called the phone number and heard, to my surprise, a familiar voice.
"I'd like to register for the tour," I said.
"Okay sir, what's your name?" she asked. I was even more certain that it was her.
"Reid Richards," I said.
"Hi Reid, welcome back," she said. "I was hoping that you'd come back this year. It's Jackie."
"Hey Jackie, uhm has Maria registered yet?" I asked.
"Nope, she hasn't," she said. "But don't worry. I'm sure you'll have lots of company on the tour. I hope you get to do the whole thing this time. You had an awesome start last time. And you do need to defend that track record."
I got off of the phone with her after giving her my credit card info. My heart sank. I was so disappointed that it hurt. I felt like a part of me had been ripped out.
It's really funny when you think about it. I'd been with Maddie for more years than I wanted to think about. Our relationship had been so badly damaged by what she'd done that I felt nothing but relief when we signed our divorce papers.
But now, I was almost in tears over a woman that I'd spent only a week with.
Over the next few weeks, as I waited for my departure date, I called the tour office frequently hoping for news about Maria. Jackie was always helpful and made sure to let me know that she would be taking good care of me this year.
She told me that she'd turned over a new leaf and her behavior last year was a thing of the past. She reminded me about the massage I'd given Maria and told me how much she thought about it. I got off of the phone before she asked for me to do it to her.
A few weeks later, I found myself back in Italy. I was staying in the same crappy hotel. Somehow by the luck of the draw I'd ended up in the same room. I'd come in a day early just as I had the year before.
I caught a glimpse of Sarah. She was still as thin and hot looking as she'd been the year before. But there was a sharpness to her facial features that I hadn't really noticed before. I got the impression that something had turned her into a real bitch. She had a firmer almost bitter expression on that pretty face. Perhaps it had always been there. I'd never paid her much attention.
Jackie on the other hand had changed. She was still short with huge boobs and a big juicy ass, but her middle, the tight tiny waist that had separated those big boobs from that rounded ass had thickened.
Her walk, that race horse strut, with her ass flowing from side to side effortlessly, had changed. Her personality on the other hand had changed for the better. She was still flirty, but much more accessible. With me she was almost offering herself to me. I wondered if it was only me.
I wondered what had happened to the two of them to make them both change so much. Sarah's changes seemed to be mostly her personality. Her body was still thin and sexy. But she'd morphed into a bitch.
Jackie's body was gone but her personality was much better.
It just seemed to me that women were the source of all the world's problems. Or at least mine.
I thought long and hard that afternoon. I thought about whether or not I even wanted to be there. I decided to stay.
I heard some commotion in the early evening. It sounded like Jackie yelling and screaming. I decided not to get involved. There was always drama around Jackie and Sarah and I'd decided that this time I would just concentrate on driving.
I took a walk and ended up at the fountain. I smiled as I remembered being there the year before. I'd made a wish back then and it hadn't come true. I wondered if I should try again.
I reached into my pocket and laughed as I again found three coins. This time it was three quarters.
I cocked my arms to let the coins fly. Someone grabbed my arm just before I let them fly.
"Don't waste your money, this thing doesn't work," she said. "I should know; I chucked about a million coins into it hoping you'd try to get in touch with me."
I turned and there it was; that million dollar smile.
"Maria ..." I gushed.
"Oh so you remember my name?" she smirked. She saw the look on my face and softened. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "I was detained by the Italian Police."
"For what?" I laughed. We seemed to be slowly getting closer together like two magnets.
"I kicked your fat stalker's ass," she said. "I've been begging Jackie to give me your phone number for almost a year. She claimed she couldn't release customer information. I begged her to give you mine. And why the hell don't you have a facebook page?"
She kissed me then and started talking all over again.
"The bitch wouldn't let me register. She told me they had already filled all of the spots. I came anyway just hoping that you'd be here. But when I got here this afternoon I found out that there were still slots open. So I confronted her. I also asked both Sarah and their boss and they both told me that they could have arranged to get us together.
It turned out that Jackie has plans for you, Reid. She wanted you all to herself. She's ready to settle down after a few problems last year. She ended up both pregnant and stuck with a really bad STD." My arms were around her by then.
"So did you register?" I asked.
"Of course not," she said. "But I got them to give you your money back. We don't have time for racing this year ... Probably not for a few years. We have a lot to do."
"Like what?" I smiled.
"I've already done a lot of it," she said. "I rented a church. Our family priest wants to do the ceremony, so it's gonna be in Boston. Of course since your business is in Michigan, we'll live there. I can do my job anywhere that there's an internet connection ..."
"Whoah, sorry," she said. "I just realized ... I've had a year to think about this and everything but maybe you aren't thinking about us the same way. Or maybe you need some time to figure out what you want. Are you even divorced?" She looked at me seriously.
"Reid ... I just want us together," she said. "I ... I need us together. I'll even be the other woman if I have to but ..."
I dropped to one knee and pulled out the ring. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Oh Reid this is so sudden!" She gasped.
She pulled me up and kissed me. "Great minds think alike," she said. She took the three coins from my hand and tossed them gently into the fountain as our mouths merged.
"So be it!" someone yelled from behind us.
"What did you wish for?" I asked.
"I'll tell you on our fiftieth anniversary," she said.
\* \* \* \* \* \*
Maddie
I made a mess of my life. Five years after Reid divorced me I was ready. The time had passed so quickly. Sixty months went by in a heartbeat.
I spent the first six months crying and regretting what I had done to destroy my marriage.
I spent the next two years in therapy. I had to figure out why I had done something so self destructive.
By the time I was finished with therapy, I realized that I had a real problem. In the nearly three years since my divorce, I had been spending money left and right, but I had no income.
I'd used a large chunk of the money I'd gotten from the sale of our house ... It still hurt me every time I thought about it ... to put the down payment on the condo I was renting.
I had SOME money left in the bank, thanks to Reid's generosity, but his alimony payments were going to stop soon.
I'd had no idea that Reid and I would be apart for this God damned long.
Three years and thousands of dollars of therapy had taught me next to nothing about myself.
I still had no idea why I'd destroyed my marriage and my happiness.
With money dwindling, my dad got me a job. I started out as a clerk. It was really boring job but it helped my financial situation. I went to school at a local community college to learn office procedures and moved into the steno pool as a typist.
I had a brief stent as a secretary. That taught me more about myself than three years of therapy did.
It took less than three days for my boss to start fucking me. I told myself that it was a part of the job. Maybe I believed that it was. He was so casual about it.
He would just walk into the office, smile at me and then walk into his private office.
He got a kick out of calling me on the phone system.
"Ms. Richards could you come in here and take some DICK-tation," he'd say.
I remember looking up at him as he slid his dick in and out of me. There was no expression on his face.
Again it wasn't about love. I don't even think it was about pleasure or a sexual urge. I think he just enjoyed expressing his ability to use people.
I got nothing out of it. And after a few days that nasty word, "SLUT," crept into my thoughts.
So the next time he called me into the office, I said no. The next day I was back in the steno pool.
I guess I lost track of time after that. I dated for a while. I did it just to be sociable. But at the same time I was looking for something. I didn't realize it at first, but I was trying to find someone who could make me feel the way Reid did.
After a while it felt like I was on a treadmill. I went out a lot; sometimes three or four nights a week.
And yes I was having sex with almost all of the guys I dated. They always seemed so sweet at first. They complimented me and treated me well.
But as soon as they got what they wanted, they didn't stick around long. Not only were there very few second dates, a lot of them got me in bed, fucked me until they came and then left.
I developed a reputation around the company. I was considered guaranteed pussy. If you asked me out and treated me nice, you got laid. Without knowing it, I was fucking married guys, single guys there were even guys who didn't work for our company, stopping by my desk and asking me out.
It all came to a head when it cost not only me but my father his job. He was in the men's room and heard some guys talking about the company slut.
"Her name is Madelyne Richards," began one guy. "All you have to do is tell her she's pretty and ask her out. She's a sure thing. I don't know a single guy who didn't fuck her."
"She's my daughter," said my dad, angrily.
"Wow ... You must be proud," laughed one of the guys. My dad, who's over sixty, swung at him and they ended up fighting. Fighting for any reason is grounds for termination so they were both canned on the spot.
There was an investigation to discover the reason for the fight and I was fired afterwards.
My dad and I haven't spoken since then.
The other day, Nance and I were having a whine, wine and cheese session. She was talking about changing her life. She was tired of being thought of as an easy lay or the neighborhood fun girl.
"I'm thirty three Maddie," she said. "Pretty soon I'll be too old to have a baby and I don't even have a husband yet. I think it's time for me to settle down."
It may have been the wine, but what she was whining about pissed me off.
"I'm thirty five," I said. "And you're right. I'm still not sure I'm ready for a baby, but I want what I had back. It's time for me to get my shit together."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to get my husband back," I said.
"I don't know, Maddie," she said. "What if he's married?"
"He'll just have to get another divorce," I said. "But if I'm going to do this, I have to get back in shape. I have to be as hot as I was when we were married. I have to make myself into the woman he fell in love with again. After that it'll be easy. I was his first love. You never get over that. And enough time has passed that he can get over what happened. Shit ... I'll even give him a kid if I have to."
So we started a workout program and a diet. Neither of us was really fat, we were just a bit flabby.
But as usual, at the worst possible time, something I never expected, happened. And it happened in a way I wasn't ready for.
Neither Nancy, nor I could run or even jog, but we could power walk with the best of them. So there we were, bright and shiny one beautiful spring morning out for a walk. My mom had even joined us.
We were walking our asses off, figuratively if not literally. We marched with our heads held high and our arms pumping. We literally almost got run over by two race cars. Okay, they were miniature race cars, those battery powered things that well off little kids always have.
The kids themselves were adorable. There was a boy who must've been about five and a little girl of about four. They were so busy racing each other that they hadn't seen us.
Despite myself, I found the two of them to be the cutest things I had ever seen. Nancy and my mom were both speechless. "That's why I wanted grandkids," said my mom.
"Sorry, were they in your way?" asked a woman coming up in the direction the kids had been coming from.
I hated the bitch on sight. She looked like one of those super model types. She was probably the live in baby sitter that the kids' father was cheating on his wife with. She was carrying yet another child; this one, an infant.
"Mommy, he's cheating again," said the adorable little girl, sticking her lip out.
I was floored. There was simply no way this woman had given birth three times and kept that body.
She wasn't the thin willowy type like me. She had one of those incredible bodies that are gifted to a very few by genetics and the luck of the draw.
She had very full yet proportionate breasts, a tiny waist and an incredible ass.
Her long shiny black hair hung down in thick waves. Her eyes were covered by huge Stylish sunglasses.
"Those are the cutest kids I've ever seen," said my mother.
"Thanks," she said. "They're a handful."
I noticed then that my mother was staring at the little boy intently. At first I thought she'd lost it.
"His eyes remind me of someone," said my mom.
"Can't help you there," said the woman. "They both have their father's eyes." She held up the baby, another girl. "This one has his eyes his nose and has him wrapped around her little finger."
I had to smile. I knew all about that daddy/daughter connection. Or at least I had until I ruined mine.
"I'm Maria," she said holding out her hand.
"Madelyne," I replied. "And this is Nancy and my ..."
I stopped abruptly because of the look she got on her face.
"Are you ...?" she began but never got to finish.
"Daddy!" screamed the little girl as I watched my husband come jogging up to us.
I went into shock then.
"Oh shit!" said the woman.
"Oooh, Mommy said a bad word," said the little girl. She got out of her car, a miniature version of her mother with her heavy, long dark hair trailing down her back. Reid immediately scooped her up in his arms.
"Daddy, Mommy said a bad word and Kyle is cheating," the pint sized charmer obviously told her daddy everything.
"Later, Pumpkin," he said. "Hi Maddie. Hey Nancy, Hi Mom ... Uhm do I still get to call you that?"
My mom nodded her head and hugged him. "You're all looking fit," he said.
Even as he spoke, she closed the distance between them as if being more than a foot away from MY fucking husband was killing HER. The next thing I knew they each had a kid in one hand while holding the other's hand in their free hands.
I invented a new feeling that day. I was deprissed. It's a combination of depressed and pissed.
I found out from talking to them that they'd been married since the day after my divorce was final. And since Kyle was a bit over five years old, Maria had been pregnant before they got married.
It was as if Reid had walked out of our lawyer's office, the day we signed the papers and just fell into her bed.
Three kids in less than five years told me a lot. I had been in a holding pattern for the past five years, but Reid hadn't been, unless you considered holding his new wife.
She tried to be nice the whole time. But then she could afford to. She had clearly won. She had taken the man I practically destroyed and rebuilt him. He was happier and he had everything he'd ever wanted.
Maria had simply stolen my life and my dreams. She was living my fucking life. And she was doing it better than I ever had.
"Reid do you ever run into Kyle?" asked Nancy.
"He married my cousin. They live in Boston," she said, destroying Nancy.
I have no idea what to do with the rest of my life. But I know what I won't be doing. I finally realized where I went wrong. Those ads on TV are all designed for silly assed teenagers.
"Just do it," they say. "No Fear!" "YOLO!" "Be all you can be!"
Those are great ideas for teen-aged girls with no lives, no responsibilities and no problems. For women who are older it's different. Our sayings are different.
"Just do it," they say. "Just don't," I say. You have too much to risk,"
"YOLO," scream teen aged girls all over the planet.
"YOLE," I scream back. "You Only Lose Everything.
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